Sweet Dreaming

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[otter-pup]

god I wish I could go into heat, get so horny and desperate that the only thing that would make it go away is a cock fucking me and breeding me and knotting me to make sure it takes - and even then the reliefs temporary, and within a few hours im spreading my legs again, dripping with cum and my own slick and begging for more

[take-me-outt]

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[roughteach-deactivated20231026]

Getting you drunk was the easy part; once you got the first drink in you, you kept trying to chase that euphoric first buzz. When you wanted to stop, when it was starting to get too much for you to handle, it was all too easy to work your inexperience against you.

“It’s okay, just keep drinking! Once you push through feeling dizzy, the buzz will come back even better!” God, you’re so easy to manipulate. And now, I have you. Drunk, disoriented, your lack of both sense and judgement letting me lead you into my car to drive you home.

You’re slumped over in the passenger seat as I drive, barely noticing that my hand is resting on your thigh the entire ride. Slowly moving up and down your leg, pulling your skirt upwards, it’s not until I’m almost touching between your legs that you start feeling uncomfortable. It’s more on instinct than from conscious effort that you try and push me away. I could easily fight off your weak, protesting hands, but I let myself be pushed off. I don’t want you to raise your guard too much. Not yet.

Despite my wandering hands, you let me lead you to your front door when we arrive at your home. The streetlight is out. I thank my lucky star for that; less risk of anyone seeing my face. Under the cover of darkness, I support you as we make our way to your place. By now you’re so dizzy that you’ve had to lean against me every step of the way from the car to your entrance, unable to stand or walk by yourself.

“Let me take care of that,” I say when you try to fumble your keys from your handbag to unlock the entrance. Taking your keys shifts the dynamic even more in my favor, you no longer have control even over your own front door. Once we’re inside the hallway, I throw away all pretense and restraint. Your arm is still around me as I lead you stumbling towards your room, held in place by my hand around your wrist. My other hand goes from your back down to your ass, caressing and grabbing at you. I'm already so fucking hard.

Your room is dark when we go inside, and I'm barely able to get you to your bed with how messy your floor is. Either this is how it always looks, or you tried on a lot of different outfits for tonight. Regardless, your clothes are what got you into this mess. The short dress you're wearing caught my attention the moment I saw you, and the insecure look in your eyes is what made you into a target. My target.

I put you down onto your stomach over the edge of the bed. Your legs dangle down, feet touching the floor but doing very little to help support you. I can already feel the need to have my hands on your body, wanting to touch you, have you underneath me, but I'm in no rush. I'm going to make this perfect.

"Stay right there, princess." It's not like you'd be able to move very far, but I like to keep a conversation with you going, keep you with me. I don't mind you passing out, but I'd rather have you awake, at least for the first few moments. I want you to know what is happening to you, what will keep happening to you throughout the night. I caress your ass briefly before I leave you there as I go to turn on the lights. Darkness might have been my friend outside, but in here I want to see you.

You're down on the floor when I get back to you, trying to crawl away into a corner. Trying to hide from me. This is… annoying. I gave you clear instructions to stay where you are.

"No, no, princess." My hand is in your hair, grabbing a fistful of it to force your head back, moving you so that you're looking at me when I talk to you. "I told you to stay." A hard slap lands on your cheek, the rings on my fingers leaving their marks. Tears immediately form in your eyes, a whimper escapes you. "I'm sorry to hurt you, love. But I need you to listen." Still holding onto your hair, I stand in front of you and unbuckle my belt. I'm already so fucking hard. I give you another hard slap across the face before putting myself right before your face, stroking myself on you. Precum is smeared on your face as I move the tip of my cock over your soft skin, painting you to be my slut.

"Open your mouth. Open your goddamn mouth for me, you fucking whore. That's it. All the way. Good." Perhaps my palm hitting your cheek helped make you obedient, or perhaps you really are just a slut. Or maybe you're just so out of it, you simply follow any command because it's easier. Either way you follow my instructions, opening your mouth all the way. I put my tip between your lips, tightening the grip I have on your hair, and start to move your head, filling your mouth with my cock, pressing it against your soft tongue.

As I watch you on your knees, lips wrapped around me, I can't help but get rougher. Forcing your head down on me, pushing myself deeper down to the back of your throat. You start to gag, tears start to run from your eyes, drooling from the corners of your mouth. God, you look like such a whore right now. And fuck, you're making me feel so good.

I keep moving forward, pushing you backwards against the wall, trapping you even further. The corner where you tried to escape, to hide, is now used against you. Unable to move your head backwards I start thrusting, fucking your mouth, choking you with my cock.

"Look at me, slut. That's it, open your eyes. Good girl. Fuck, you look so pretty right now. Like a proper slut. Hold still now."

Your face is a mess when I pull myself back, already feeling how I'm close to cumming. Again, I tell you to open your mouth, stroking myself onto you when you do as I say, before taking a step back. I move you back to the bed, once again throwing you over the edge of it.

I turn you over onto your back, your ass just at the edge. Your limp legs, knees red from kneeling on the floor, are spread when I move myself in between them. Your dress is not as much removed as hiked up around your waist, exposing you to the room. I move my hand to touch your cunt, barely covered by a slutty pair of panties; I knew you went out wanting to get fucked. What a little whore.

My usual instinct is to take my time, to drag the process out, but I find myself in a hurry now. A growing need to fuck you, to use you. There's no process when I move your legs up on my shoulders, slide your panties to the side and press myself against you, lubed up with your spit and drool. I lean in over you, my hand holding you down by the throat, the weight of me forcing your body back onto the mattress.

A hard thrust, and I'm inside. I see your eye go wide, your hands gripping the sheets from the sensation of me stretching you out on my cock. It takes a moment for your fuzzy brain to register what is happening, for the realization to sink in. Your face changes, your hands let go of the sheets, going for weak attempts at pushing me of.

I thrust into you harder.

"Shush, princess. Don't try and fight me." My voice goes lower, tone becomes one of danger. Becomes a warning. "I'll have to hurt you again."

With that, you go limp, your hands fall down beside you. Resigned, your head slumps to the side.

"No no no, princess." I turn your head back towards me. "I need you to focus on me." My hand goes to your face, thumb on one cheek, fingers on the other, forcing you to look at me, towering above you. I keep thrusting like that, cock going deep inside you as you're held in place. You're my toy, my little plaything. And gods, you feel so fucking good.

My eyes are locked with yours when I speed up, pounding into your tight little cunt, holding you down underneath me. I know you won't fight if I let go, but I like holding you down, like the feeling of pinning you underneath my hands. Your face is a mess, red from my slapping, make-up running from where you've cried, saliva and precum smeared all over your cheeks. Fuck. I'm going to cum.

"Mmmh you're going to make me cum, princess. God, you look like a filthy fucking slut, I'm going to fill you up. Look at me, whore. That's right. That's better. Do as you're told, what you're made for. Fuck... My filthy little whore, I'm going to cum inside you. Gonna breed you. Fuck."

My hands tighten around you where they grip as I push deep inside, holding myself there. Cock pulsing, twitching with my release, I fill you with both it and with my cum.

Still holding you in place with my weight on top of you, I bring out my phone to take a picture of you. Your messed up face, your hiked up dress. I give you another gratuitous slap, getting some of the color back on your cheeks for the camera.

I keep it out when I pull myself back off of you, keep it aimed at you when I drag you down from off the bed. Film you when I force you to clean me up with your tongue, when I grow hard again inside your mouth.

This time, I don't hold back. I fuck your face until I cum all over it, marking you with it. It runs down your cheeks, drips from off your chin when I force you to drink even more, documenting the process as you eventually pass out from the alcohol. I spend the entire night abusing you, recording it for you.

You wake up the next morning, confused and with body aching, covered in bruises and cum. You're a filthy fucking mess, full of marks that helps you fill in the blanks of what has happened to you throughout the night.

---

"Awake already, princess?"

I watch you from a chair on the other side of the room. Putting my coffee down on the desk next to me, I stand up and make my way over to where you lie. I sit down next to you, put you in my lap. I know you'd probably protest, but your mind is still hazy from the drinks, the hangover making you slow and pliable.

As I move my hand between your legs, touching your sore clit, I take out my phone and open up the gallery. As the sun rises outside the window, I keep touching you while you watch yourself get abused, making you cum to the videos and pictures I took during the night. When I'm done, you're a shaking mess on my lap, mind completely blank, fresh drool covering your chin. I put you back down on the bed, tuck you in under the covers, stroke the strands of hair that has been sticking to your face behind your ear. A small kiss is planted on your head.

"Thank you princess. Good girl. Now rest."

[lilythelycan]

You feel my balls finally stop pulsing as another thick load of tgirl nutsludge is pumped into your womb. Your cunt was already overflowing and leaving a load of creamy spunk rolling down your leg 3 loads ago... 5 loads ago you were sure you were pregnant <3

You try and turn around to see me but if I was making a face, you couldn't tell from the desk blocking your vision. All you know is that you're stuck as my cum dumpster until I'm done gaming.

You try to reposition with the limited mental clarity you have at the moment. Bad move. You feel my half erect gock brush against the cum soaked inner walls of your cunt and what limited control you had in your body is instead diverted to your quivering pussy as you ride through another orgasm~

You feel my gock throb as it's squirted with fresh pussy juice from you cumming. I'm hard again. You swear you can feel your cervix open in anticipation for my sixth load as you enjoy your blissful time as my condom <3

[no-sharks-on-the-sun]

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[stalkerr-daddy]

Laying down together, you have your head on my chest and you are laying on top of me, one leg propped up and laying across mine. One of my hands starts softly playing with your hair as we watch a show, my other hand is gently rubbing your back and wandering all over the rest of your body. Your eyes start to get heavier by the second.

As you’re just about to drift asleep on my chest, I start whispering sweet compliments in your ear, telling you how proud of you I am, how pretty you are, I start praising you softly, telling you just how good you are for me. I want those to be the last things you hear before you finally fall unconscious. I wait for a while, continuing to play with your hair and caressing your soft, pretty skin, ensuring an even deeper sleep.

I carefully slide out from under your head, making sure I’m as soft as possible to not wake you in the slightest. Standing over your unconscious body I can’t help but just admire you, how pretty and perfect you look so innocently sleeping. I start with your tits, I gently slide your shirt up over them and start to grope you, the groping doesn’t last long before I have my mouth on them, sucking on your nipples, making them harder in my mouth. The perverted thoughts take over, I pull my cock out of my pants and start desperately jerking off while my mouth is still stuck to you, I can’t even help myself.

My hand slides in between your legs and I feel what a mess you are, even in your sleep you are still a desperate fucking slut, I move myself between you thighs, I start licking up the mess you’ve left me, cleaning the drips down your thighs and working my way up to your perfect, exposed pussy. I start softy licking you, sticking my tongue into your tiny unsuspecting hole, my tongue makes a toy out of your clit as I begin sliding my fingers inside of you, pushing them as deep as i possibly can, forcing an even bigger mess for me to clean up. I can’t take it anymore, my cock is achingly hard, throbbing and dripping pre cum for you, I take the tip of my cock, line it up with your tiny hole and I thrust deep into you.

That’s when you finally wake up, you jolt awake, only to find I’ve got you held down in place already, just gliding my cock in and out of your soaking wet mess of a pussy. “Look who’s awake! I’m so sorry baby, I just could help myself around you, you’re way too perfect for your own good.” I push your head into the mattress, hold your hips in place with my free hand and use you like a pathetic little toy, only focusing on my pleasure.

Each thrust I pull you harder back into my hips, the sheer force that I’m fucking you with is leaving your ass red and bruised up, I grab your hair, wrap it around my hand and pull your head back up to my face, I kiss your head as I push myself in as deep as your pussy will let me, in between kisses I praise you, call you a good girl, I tell you to take it, telling you it’ll all be over soon even though my cock is brutalizing your cervix with the constant, forceful pounding.

Your legs are shaking underneath you, they’re about to give out before I grab you and keep you upright, “I’m not fucking done yet, so neither are you.” I slam you back down, pushing the back of your head into the bed to stop you from telling me that it hurts you, each thrust is somehow digging deeper and deeper into your poor, helpless hole, “see baby, this is what you were made for, this is your purpose.”

You feel me dig both sets of fingers into your hips, a bruising, harsh grip on them as I pull out to the tip and then slam myself back into you, the tip of my cock throbbing more and more, I start moaning out, picking up my pace faster and faster, my cock is absolutely drilling into you, your brains have spilt out onto my cock numerous times now. You feel my tip flaring up inside of you and then suddenly, a warm, sticky feeling starts to fill you up as your pussy is flooded with my cum. “See baby, look how good you did for me. I told you this was your purpose.” You feel the length of my cock pull out of you, and only then do you get an idea of the size of load I just dumped deeep into your belly

[enchantress-arc]

I deserve to break a girl with my voice until she'll be able to actively feel her opinions change whenever I tell her she feels a certain way. For funsies. And so I can force her to act out my fantasies and all she'll do is smile and beg for it to happen.

[enchantress-arc]

Also for added fun I need to at least give her a few seconds of realizing that I've done that to her, feeling it be used, and being terrified because of how quickly things change. I want her to feel scared of me, of my voice. So I can pin her to the wall and say "it's okay, you like how my control feels now, don't you?" And watch her expression go from abject terror to barely being able to hold in a moan.

[circles-vs-squares]

Youre lying on your front, hugging a pillow. Your hips are in the lap of a large, hypnotically beautiful creature, her cock slowly thrusting into your dripping hole. 

It's so thick, youre so stretched and full you cant think.

You dont know its an ovipositor. 

Youve been fucking her for ages now, delirious from sex you have lost your concept of time. 

You dont know what she is, but she has markings along her back and arms that glow softly, she has musical tones on her breath as she groans, and she has a thick cock with a cross on the head that you kissed deeply. 

You feel her cock pulsing inside you. You are raw and sensitive and tingling all over. 

She grabs your hips and pulls you closer, deeper, she drags her nails along your back. Groaning happily, sort of like a panflute, she falls into a rhythm grinding her hips against you. 

You are so wet, shes fucked you so thoroughly its like youve conformed to her shape, your hole has been made into her perfect cocksleeve.

You grind on her, enjoying the extra sensation of ... uh, her cock must be thicker at the base. You decide you like that. Her hands on your hips dont let you go too far. She likes to be deep inside you. 

The odd sensation, and a small alarm in your mind, dont go away. As her cock gets thicker inside of you, she groans and gasps with effort that grinding shouldnt take. Horror dawns as you finally realise its an egg. 

You push onto your elbows to get up, but her hand between your shoulder blades says you cant. With strength you cant match, she clutches your thigh and drags you deeper onto her like a good bitch. 

You cry out with each thrust making you take the egg a milimeter more, pushing you closer to a limit - she doesnt relent. 

Even when you find the limit, when she cant make you take it any more, when it feels like shes slamming a knot that just isnt going to fit - she doesnt stop. 

Oh god, you cant take it. You cant. She leans down, gravity on her side as she thrusts into you, chittering softly. You are pounded by it, you feel your slick hole giving in a bit more each time. 

It feels inevitable, she thrusts and grinds it but her cock is so deep already. Its going inside of you, oh god shes going to make you take it! 

Her egg SLAMS inside of you, the shock makes you scream. The stretching of your lips was the worst part, but now you are full and its different. Your breathing is ragged, the pain and weight inside you is making you dizzy. 

She relaxes now, pushing it deeper inside of you with no resistance. Her ovipositor does exactly what it was always going to do, you feel the egg drop inside of you. 

You whine as your hole stretches once more, another egg at your entrance. 

She gives you 7. You didnt count on purpose, but they took all of your attention. 

The fifth and sixth were easy for her to force inside, but you screamed with the shock every time. The widest part of the egg never got easier.  Those were harder for her to deposit though, she was breathing hard and each stroke jostled the rest of her brood inside you.  

The seventh is the worst. It feels like the biggest - but youve thought that for each of them.

Weary, he changes the position, and pulls you on top of her. She wont let her cock leave your bruised, aching hole. You  see how the egg sits in her ovipositor for the first time, her cock swollen with it, like a threat. 

You feel it pressing on your sloppy hole and sob as you weakly slide down. Shes not even thrusting, its like shes taking a break. This one you will be taking yourself. Wont you, slut. 

Without her pounding, its the slowest one. You feel every ridge of that damn cock as you stretch and slip slowly slowly down. 

She thrusts upwards into you, she fucks you with the egg, dragging it in and out, deeper upwards each time. You groan weakly, her strong hands holding your hips tightly. Her ethereal eyes hold your gaze fast. 

You cry out as you finally take it. Her good little broodmare, taking her all eggs like that. She sit up a bit and strokes your face. You shudder with pleasure as the egg is pushed upwards, and finally it joins its bretheren. 

She pulls you aside and lays you on the bed next to her. You cant believe how heavy you are. Her touch is so soft and loving now. 

You cant believe how empty your hole feels as her ovipositor finally falls out. 

You gingerly touch your stomach, horror tightening your throat as you realise youre going to have to push all of these back out. 

You cant believe how wet it makes you.

[were--ralph]

so im being horny and wayching porn and i burst out laughing because the top came and he literally sounds like someone chopped off his finger or some shit it's so fucking extra and i wish i could post it but i can't but its so fucking funny

[were--ralph]

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this was it LMAO

VERY NSFW

[fromhe11withlove]

Rush Hour

[Well, this time it's a whole longread of about 1,500 words, so here's your summary: sex with a stranger on public transport during rush hour. Consensual, more or less. Female reader / male stranger.] 

The subway car is a sweaty, breathing animal packed with the rush-hour crowd. You’re wedged against the far door, glued to your phone and deep in a particularly filthy fic. You’re so engrossed you don’t notice the next station's platform is on the other side—until the doors hiss open behind you. 

You stumble back, thrown off balance—and are caught by a pair of strong hands on your shoulders. A flustered “Thanks, sorry” is mumbled into the air as you shove your phone away. Shit. Now he’s right behind you. Did he see? You clutch your backpack to your chest like a shield, but your mind is still trapped in the story. 

The next stop brings a fresh crush of bodies, shoving you back hard against the man behind you. It’s claustrophobic, a familiar rush-hour misery… and then, slowly, something else. 

Your summer dress is thin. Your underwear is thinner. And you can feel everything. 

He’s taller. All hard muscle and bone. A tanned forearm rests on the rail next to yours, veins standing in relief, the sleeve of a light linen shirt rolled up casually. His scent—cedar and citrus—wraps around you. You feel the warm puff of his exhale on your neck. 

You don’t dare turn around. 

Your ass is pressed flush against his bulge. 

Heat floods your cheeks. Your grip on the handrail is white-knuckled. You’ve fantasized about this a hundred times, but this is real. He must be annoyed, you think. He must want you to move… 

A single, involuntary twitch against your backside shatters the thought. 

You’re a big girl. You know exactly what that was. 

The train stops; a few people leave. There’s just enough space for you to slide an inch forward. 

You know you should. 

Your feet refuse to move. You’re frozen, staring at the grimy floor, a silent panic rising in your throat. He must know. He’s going to tell you to get off him. 

Instead, he takes a slow, deep breath. You feel him shift, planting his feet wider, settling in. Another pulse, harder this time, a deliberate nudge against you. 

A traitorous warmth pools low in your belly, a throbbing ache beginning to build. 

The train lurches around a curve, throwing everyone off balance. You pitch forward, but an arm snakes around your waist, pulling you back hard against a solid chest. His arm. He holds you there for a moment longer than necessary. When the car steadies, his grip loosens, as if offering you a chance to pull away. 

You don’t. 

His hand returns to your waist, this time with purpose, his fingers splaying possessively against your side. 

You feel the hard length of him, unmistakable now, pressing into the small of your back. 

Then, the lights flicker, die, and plunge the car into darkness. The train jolts to a violent halt. A collective gasp ripples through the crowd. A garbled announcement crackles overhead—an accident on the tracks, a power outage, an indefinite wait. Panic is a live wire in the air. 

But the stranger doesn’t hesitate. 

His hands find your hips, gripping hard, and he grinds you back against his groin. You feel him, rock-hard and straining, rutting against you through the layers of clothing. One hand slides down to palm your ass, a rough, claiming squeeze. 

You stand frozen in the dark, clutching your backpack, your heart hammering against your ribs. This is happening. A stranger is groping you in a crowd of people. 

And god, you’re dripping for him. A desperate, throbbing heat consumes you. You should stop him. Instead, you’re mentally begging for more. 

His hands are everywhere—greedy, possessive, rough. They roam over your breasts, your hips, your ass. There’s no tenderness, only a raw hunger that mirrors your own. His hand slips under the skirt of your dress from behind, pushing between your thighs. Fingers rub over the soaked, slippery fabric of your panties, and you bite your lip to stifle a moan. A low whistle escapes him, a sound of pure male appreciation for the wet little slut he’s found you to be. 

He hooks a finger under the lace and shoves them aside. His palm is hot on your bare skin. He finds your clit, swollen and throbbing, and pinches it between his fingers. A jolt of pure electricity shoots through you. 

He doesn’t tease you like your boyfriends did. He works you over with a ruthless, practiced rhythm, smearing your wetness, his calloused fingers relentless on your sensitive flesh. It’s rough, almost painful—but at the same time so good. You gasp, your knees buckling slightly, but he holds you upright, his other arm a steel band around your waist, sure to leave bruises. 

You don’t want him to stop. You’re praying he never stops. 

The slick, wet sounds beneath your dress are mortifying, but they’re drowned out by the nervous chatter around you. You wouldn’t stop him even if the whole car could hear. 

No one has ever handled you with such shameless ownership. The thought makes you gush wetter into his hand. You’re so close, shifting your weight, desperate for friction. You feel his hot breath on your neck, then the wet stroke of his tongue from your collarbone to the spot behind your ear… 

You’re right there, about to come in a crowded subway car from a stranger’s touch— 

He stops. 

A sound of pure frustration dies in your throat as his fingers leave your clit. But then they plunge inside you—filling you, stretching you, fucking you in and out. You clench around them, pushing back, fucking yourself on his hand, desperate for that final friction. 

You hear a ragged whisper against your ear, a hot exhale: “Fuck.” 

He pulls his hand away, wiping your own wetness on your thigh. Despair claws at you. Why did he stop? 

Then, the unmistakable sound of a zipper. The rustle of fabric. He yanks you back, and the hot, velvet-soft head of his bare cock presses against your dripping cunt. He rocks his hips, sliding himself through your slick folds, teasing your entrance. The tip nudges against you, and you hold your breath. 

His free hand grabs your chin, forcing your head back. His lips brush your ear. “You want this?” 

It’s insanity. Letting some random stranger fuck you raw? Even though you’re on the pill, who knows if he’s clean. It’s dangerous. Reckless. 

Your brain screams no. 

Your body, your aching, empty, desperate body, whispers, “Please.” 

His hand slams over your mouth, and he sheathes himself inside you in one brutal, perfect thrust. You cry out against his palm, the sound swallowed by the dark as he fills you, stretching you to the limit. He doesn’t wait, doesn’t gentle his pace. He fucks you with a raw, driving rhythm, using your body for his pleasure, holding you up as he pounds into you. The sheer force of it, the fact that he clearly doesn’t give a shit about discomfort it may cause you, sends you spiraling higher. You love it. You love being used like this. 

You could come just from this, from the feel of him pounding against your cervix… 

But he doesn't wait for you to come. You feel him swell inside you, his rhythm fracturing. With a final, deep thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, his body shuddering against yours. Shaky, ragged breaths are hot against your neck as he pulses inside you, emptying himself. 

He stays there for a moment, catching his breath, then pulls out with a soft, wet sound. The sudden emptiness is a physical ache. You can’t think about anything else. You could come if he just touched your clit just one more time. But he doesn’t touch you again. 

“Good little slut,” he breathes into your hair, and lets you go. The sound of his zipper the period at the end of the sentence. 

The lights snap back on. The world comes rushing back. The train lurches forward. The doors open at the next station almost immediately. He pushes past you without a second glance, melting into the crowd on the platform. All you see is a retreating back, light hair, a pale blue shirt. 

Gone. 

You’re left standing there, flushed and disheveled. Your panties are still shoved aside, and you realize too late you can’t discreetly fix them—people are staring. You nervously smooth down your rumpled dress and clutch your backpack to your chest. You can feel the cool air on your wet skin. 

And then, the slow, shameful trickle of his cum tracing a path down your inner thigh.

[g-k444]

inspired by smth someone messaged me recently...

I don't sleep wearing many clothes. I like to feel sexy in what i wear to sleep though - which is why i have a range of silken little nighties that i alternate between. Each a different colour, but all the same components: two almost testingly thin straps, lace panel that fits snugly around my chest and holds my tits whilst the lower portion of my nightie is silk and flowy, ending just below my ass

the nightie sways and rides up my thighs as i waltz around my house in the little item of clothing, switching off lights and doing my last minute errands with such vigor that the silk jumps up and flashes the equally as revealing pair of panties i wear beneath the silk

and of course - when i sleep the nightie rides up and doesn't really cover anything... but that's fine... because who would be able to see it anyways?

Well, turns out the neighbour.

a middle age man, living alone who had a keen eye. who noticed every night how his young, slutty neighbour would step out of the shower and open her window with her towel wrapped around her middle - brushing her hair and then moving into her bedroom and hiding behind the curtain before reappearing downstairs - in the living room - wearing a tiny little nightie as she scampered from locking the front door to boiling her water for a hot water bottle, to closing her windows and turning her lights off...

he looked out for her every night, watching her do the very same bedtime ritual with his cock in his hand, honing in on how she would flash her panties when she turned quickly and the flowy material rose up - and the way the pep in her step had her tits bouncing beneath the lace hem of the nightie

one night i only realise once im tucked in bed that i forgot to lock my front door.

but the warmth of the bed and heaviness of my eyes had me able to convince myself: it's a safe neighbourhood... and ive never had any problems before... what are the chances someone would try break in just this once...? it's not that big a deal - i dont need to go down n lock it, i can just go to sleep and deal with it tomorrow morning...

though someone had in fact noticed that i'd left my door unlocked.

the neighbour was surprised to see that i'd forgotten a part of my nighttime ritual. locking the door. and i'd ascended up the stairs earlier than anticipated, leaving his hand holding his throbbing cock - unsatisfied - balls still full of cum and needing to find his release, still.

it was optimal, really

he could just wait for it to get a bit darker...

then open my front door - push the handle down quietly and shut it behind him, listening to hear if there was any noise within the house...

but everything within is dormant.

then walk up the stairs, down the corridor and to the right - to the room which he knew i slept in every night, wearing a nightie that didn't properly cover me.

he pushed the door open and felt heartrate shoot up as the door emit a squeak.

but no noise or sound of agitation followed from inside the room.

stepping around the door - he saw her body.

sprawled across the bed, nightie riding high on her thighs, lying on her side with her tits spilling from the hem of edge of her nightie -

there i lay.

my neighbour advanced the room, standing besides the sleeping girl. fingers tracing the bedside table, his hand knocked into a medication bottle - and picking it up to read, it read melatonin

what good news for him. he could do almost anything tonight and not wake her.

as if testing that hypothesis, the neighbour rolled her onto her back using her shoulder and watching as her breast bounced as her back hit the mattress, and she remained unconscious

she was so much more vulnerable and delicious when she was only a foot away from the neighbour.

now that he could see the bruise on her inner thigh and floral pattern across the lace chest part of the nightie - just sheer enough to allow him to see her dark nipples beneath the material

as if to really test whether she was asleep or not, the neighbour freed his cock and let it slap down onto her face - his balls sagging and sitting on her cheek whilst his cock lay against the other part of her face

it was so territorial. being able to put his cock on her face - mark her as his. his phone came out - taking a picture with flash of the sleeping girl with his cock against her face before proceeding to take a video - handling his cock from the base and rubbing it over her face, smushing her cheek with the stiff apendage and stroking his tip over her lips, letting the little bit of moisture from her parted lips wet the tip of his cock

he couldn't help his hands from ripping her lacey front down, exposing those pillowy tits and kneading them roughly with his palms - pinching them with his fingers and rolling those hard nipples between his thumb and index, feeling his cock twitch as she stirred slightly and let out a laboured breath

maybe she was having a wet dream.

the neighbour didnt know and didnt care.

he pulled her panties to the side and couldve moaned at how delicious she looked - her panties slick and a slimy tendril attaching her soaking pussy to the wet panties, her clit and hole gleaming in the barely lit room from her arousal

he couldn't stop himself.

his cock pressed against the slickness of her pussy, and he rubbed. he gyrated his cock back and forth against her folds, making lewd noises that made his balls twitch, cum fill his cock as he spat on her pussy and let his cock mix her slick with his fluids, the warmth of her pussy contrasting the unawakedness of the sleeping girl

he cant hold it much longer -

his balls tighten and he stuffs his head into my pussy, my unprotected, unsuspecting pussy as his cock splurges his seed into me and his heart pumps whilst he fills my pussy with his load and realises what he's done

my body stirs and he feels the need to leave.

just one picture - he lowers his camera to my pussy and the flash illuminates the cum that seeps from between my folds

and on the way out, he cant help but spot the keys hung besides the door. labelled house keys.

he cant stop himself from plucking them from where they rest, promising himself another experience like this one again as he shuts the door behind him, leaving me to turn over in my bed and wonder why my bedroom door has been left open before i doze off again

reminder to send rape threats and brutal messages of what you'd do to me in my inbox or messages <3

[g-k444]

rereading my old stuff to get me wet n god this is so hot

[g-k444]

imagining camping, sharing a sleeping bag w u because you forgot yours n i wasnt gonna have u shivering with no warmth during the night

you clamber on in n it's real snug, as you'd expect. it's a sleeping bag.

but we get to talking n settling down, until eventually we find a mutual silence - before i drift off - leaving you awake n unable to move in fear of waking me

but maybe an hour - a few hours - maybe in the morning - i wake up because of your moving

i wake up, groggy and ready to drift back off, but horrified by the feeling of agitated moving behind me. shuffling, very rhythmically - with a grunt following, confirming my suspicions.

you were masturbating.

you were fucking wanking when we were sharing a sleeping bag, and i could feel your arm move with every thrust of your cock into your hands - your hips pushing your cock to fuck into your palm, making your bulbous head push into my bum with each stroke

i couldnt move. nor say a word. what would you do if you knew i were awake? i figured you'd get yourself off and go back to sleep.

never did i imagine that i'd feel you get to restless you'd plunge your hands beneath my pyjama bottoms to pull my panties n bottoms down - grabbing my pussy through my legs to pull me up to an angle so that you could slot your cock into my unexpecting pussy, planting your hands on my hips and thrusting into me

my mouth fell open - not facing you - so you couldn't see... but shocked by your confidence, assuming i was sleeping and confident enough to fuck me under those pretences

your cock lurched my insides with every thrust, pushing deep with your hands manoeuvring my whole body by the hips to fit yourself into me better

one hand leaves my hips - reached around to go beneath my shirt, grabbing a palmful of my boobs that hung to one side as i slept, your hand slapping he flesh before vicing painfully around it to use it as a grip to thrust your twitching cock into me

until you reached your climax - where i felt you pull out, much to my relief. maybe you'd go cum outside - on your roll mat instead of in my sleeping bag i'd graciously offered.

wrong.

i feel a sticky spurt across my flower, my pussy coated in thick substance as a groan behind me sounds.

and once my pussy was sufficiently coated in your seed and had your fingers play around with the unconscious lips, smearing your cum everywhere - i feel you pull my panties back up to my hips with my joggers, pressing the now cold fluid against my pussy and keeping it there. your sperm up against my pussy as if for safekeeping.

[bitchwhywereyouat]

Stuck

You saw the orc at the other end of the passage.

Exploring a dungeon by yourself was dangerous, but you had been an adventurer for over a year. This was supposed to be an easy dungeon too.

You could tell at a first glance though that this orc was more than you could handle.

Thankfully, you're an accomplished mage. You slapped a piece of parchment on the wall, casting a spell. The wall became like an illusion, and you dived through.

A large hand followed you through the wall, catching your thigh. It pulled you off your feet and towards the wall again.

The spell broke suddenly, and you found your waist encased in the dungeon's wall. Your upper torso and arms were on one side of the wall. Your lower side was on the other side. The side with the orc.

It took you a moment to realize that the bag with your magic spell components was on the side with the orc.

Fuck.

You struggled despite knowing that it was futile. You couldn't do anything. You were going to die!

Then, you feel more than hear the crotch of your pants being ripped off, followed soon by your underwear.

Your legs closed, out of shock and a sense of modesty. The shock of cold air on your bare pussy had you shivering.

The feeling of large hands around your clothed thighs. Your legs were forcefully pried apart, exposing your bare pussy again.

There was then a blunt, warm pressure against your sex. It rubbed up and down on your pussy, so you could feel the size of it.

It was, in a word, huge. There was no way you could take it.

Please, don't put it in.

Of course, the orc wouldn't care about what you wanted if you could speak to it.

The head of the orc's dick pressed inside you slowly but inexorably. You cried out and gasped and whined. The stinging pain of being stretched beyond your limits had you sobbing.

Whenever you thought all of it was in you (there couldn't possibly be more), you were proved wrong as another excruciating inch was pushed in.

Finally, the sensation of the the orc's balls against you tell you that it was over. You were full beyond belief, tears streaming down your face.

Then, half of the dick pulled out and pushed back in forcefully.

You cry out.

The orc did it again. And again. And again.

The orc pounded into you unceasingly while you writhed helplessly. You clawed at the walls, seeking something to hold. Your legs twitched involuntarily. You can barely breathe as the force of the thrusts pushed breath after breath out of you.

At some point, your pussy had become wet with slick and precum. Your pussy was also getting used to the stretch, being just a sting.

You realize you're starting to enjoy it. That your gasps were half moans. That you almost wished the orc would play with your clit too.

Unbidden, your orgasm built and then overtook you. You cried with pleasure and humiliation.

The dick inside of you kept pounding away, drawing out the orgasm until it was simply painful with overstimulation. Then, until it became pleasurable again.

The endless thrusting continued, and you came over and over until you forgot to be ashamed.

An eternity later, the orc came. He came and came inside you until you felt a cramping inside.

You felt a gush of cum drip down your boneless legs when the orc pulled out.

After the warmth and girth of the orc's dick, you feel empty. Your bare pussy cold.

Then, another large, warm head pressed against your leaking pussy.

There were more, you dimly realized.

You had no idea when the fucking would end.

[ahegaohentaipic]

[hentaimonsterheaven]