Dude couldn't even get hard while I am fully naked on his bed. Needed to watch and listen to porn. If you can't get hard without porn then smth is wrong. Let alone if you can't cum.
I want to be corrupted into a total sex obsessed freak sooooo bad. I want to be forced to get horny from literally everything. Stick household objects in me. Make me hump shoes and bags and clothes. Make me finger myself anytime I talk on the phone. Make me rub my pussy juices on all of my things. Make me watch porn at work. Make me always keep an earbud in so I can listen to girls getting fucked streamed 24/7. Keep a dildo in me anytime I use my computer. Make me sexualize every nonsexual thing in my life. I want to be completely perverted.
I need to live with a group of guy friends who pass me around like a joint. One of them getting home from a frustrating day and grabbing me by my hair, forcing me to the ground and facefucking me, only for someone else to come in right after and slam my cum stained face to the ground to stretch out my asshole with his cock instead. Movie nights where I'm riding one guy while another slaps and spits on my face while he jerks off onto my tits. Being slapped and groped and fucked whenever they want because I'm nothing more than an object to them <3
iâm such a slut for cnc like please force my face into the pillow and tell me to shut the fuck up while you hold me open and stretch me out. and make sure to call me a good girl after and wipe away my tears
Going on your first ever trip alone was a scary thing. Especially when the place you were traveling to was the infamous Monster City. Humans were rarely ever allowed inside, only permitted when all its citizens were out of their breeding seasons. All in order to protect their human neighbors and keep the peace.
But that also left the whole city as one big mystery to you. So although you were excited to go somewhere new, you didnât know what to expect.
The only thing you could think to do was look online. All you the online forums said the same thing. Every monster citizen recommended you Rent A Monster Bf for the day. Given they had packages that allowed them to act as a kind of tour guide while also giving you protection. The idea made your cheeks burn up in a blazing hot blush.
You couldnât actually do this, could you? Rent a monster to act as your bf for the day. There were all sorts of different packages. Offering short dates to long dates, having them pretend to pay for everything on your outings, to taking real-looking couples photoshoots. That was definitely doing too much, thereâs no way you could do that while keeping your head on straight.
By the end of the day there was no way you wouldnât catch some kinda feelings. It would be better if you just handled the trip in your own and hoped for the best walking around blindly.
âHi! Are you from the Rent A Monster Bf Service?â You ask the painfully sexy ass monster holding a sign with your name on it after stepping off the plane.
The whole process was a lot more simply than you originally thought it was gonna be. You told yourself, after giving in and just doing it, that if you hit a snag then youâd just forget the whole thing. But the agency made every step of the way so damn easy for you.
You sent them all the details for your hopes and dreams when going on this trip in a very long email. In response they sent you five listings, each of a different monster. The listings included their occupations, hobbies, accomplishments, and anything else that was notable to add.
Out of all the monsters you picked the one that was your type to a T, both in looks and personality. After choosing your boyfriend you received confirmation with a full itinerary that listed everything he had planned. From the start of the date to the very end of it. Starting by picking you up from the airport.
Now here you are, eyefucking him like a feral beast as he picks your heavy suitcase up with ease. Imagining him picking you up like that and throwing you around. Arousal gushes out of you, soaking your panties within minutes andâ fuck!â you really hope his kind of monster canât smell a humans emotions.
You watch him tilt his head in the air and sniff. Breath catches in your throat as your pussy clamps shut, as if thatâll trap the scent already surely wafting around you. Luckily it seems he doesnât notice it as he moves to the passenger side and opens it for you like a true gentleman.
The whole day he acts like an absolutely perfect bf while showing you around the city. When you went to restaurants heâd pull out your chair for you, yanking it close to his side once you sat down and taking in deep lungfuls of your scent.
Heâd feed you, laugh at how flustered you got, and talked with you like youâve known each other forever. His eyes flickering across your face in search of something deeper.
During museum tours and tourist attractions heâd hug you from behind or hold your hand. Always touching, always keeping you close like he was trying to make a claim in front of the other monsters.
Worse was how heâd always offer to take photos of you, or you two together. Whispering warmly in your ear, âI donât want you to forget a second to this.â
It was seriously ducking with your head. And your poor neglected pussy that wasnât seen any action in months was reaping the consequences. Everything he did set you on edge. Your panties were ruined by now, soaked through and dripping to the point it was uncomfortable. You donât know why your body is responding like this, itâs not like you.
But he was just so damn sexy, his body sculpted by the gods to fit your ideal type and his face⌠he was the most beautiful being youâve ever seen. It nearly blinded you how hot this man was.
This act he was putting on wasnât helping at all because as much as you tried to remind yourself you bought this service, you were failing, falling hard for his charms. Leaving you mad horny and two seconds from shooting your shot.
Somehow by some miracle you managed to restrain yourself till the end of the date. Good thing too because your mind was beginning to play tricks on you. Imagining his hand was holding yours a little tighter, his breathing coming in short pants and growing shorter throughout the day, pupils dilated with lust, and his body trembling with restraint.
For some reason he kept checking his watch and you wondered why. Just as you were about to ask it goes off and he instantly sighs in relief. Now officially off the clock he doesnât waste another minute, whirling around to face you, his claws hands cup your cheeks as he crashes his lips against yours. You make a noise of surprise that he eagerly swallows as you two stumble into your hotel room.
âI-Iâmâhah!â sorry, my rut isnât due for another two weeks, itâs never this early. But I just spent the last twelve hours drowning in the scent of your arousal when Iâd rather be drowning between your thighs. Mustâve triggered it,â he growls, all but pushing you on the bed. You barely process his words before heâs on top of you and ripping your clothes off.
Hour after hour passes in the blink of an eye. His hips are a blur of movement as he pulls orgasm after orgasm out of your needy fat cunt. Never seeming to stop his relentless rhythm like heâs possessed or something. And hell maybe you are too with the way youâre bucking into his thrusts, riding his cock for all itâs worth.
The two of you are like animals as he takes you from the front, the side, against every piece of furniture in the room, to the sloppiest of backshots on the bed. Your throat is raw from all the screaming, the force of his hips wetly smacking against yours sends pleasure to explode throughout your body in the most mind blowing of ways.
Everything is sloppy and filthy, allowing him to slide in impossibly deeper. His cockhead making out with your cervix each time he bottoms out. Yet still you crave more.
You want his knot.
Using every trick in the book you start rolling your hips and clamping down, milking his cock like youâre tryna draw it out of him. He groans in bliss, fucked out and drunk off your pussy as he falls to nuzzle into your neck. Thatâs when you feel it, his knot nudging at your entrance.
While he tries to take it slow, ease it into you, youâre far too impatient. Having waited all day for this. So with a jerk of your hips you stuff his knot deep inside your cunt with one sharp stroke.
Immediately it throws him over the edge, his knot swelling up big within you. The stretch of his knot and the sensation of his hot seed flooding your tight channel has you reaching your peak right with him.
Sobs of ecstasy wrack through your chest as you fuck each other through the waves of pleasure tingling within you. He holds you tightly against him, talking you through it and whispering praises in your ear till you two collapse on the bed from exhaustion.
Your bodies are still locked up tight from his knot. And from the way he keeps grinding in deeper you have a feeling it wonât be going down anytime soon.
Well, it seems like youâll be extending your stay a night⌠or three. Only to help him through his rut. It seemed fair that you provide him with your services after he had provided you so thoroughly with his. And who knows what may happen after that.
I have a fantasy of being raped by my partner and best friend as one fucks my cunt and the other rides my face. I want them to make out whilst laughing and humiliating me as I cry from heartbreak and fear.
I need someone to have full control over my body. Dress me up, feed me, use me, make me stay awake to pleasure you, tell me when to sleep, make me cook or clean. Tell me when to shower. I can be everything and nothing all at once. Anything for you
thinking about going home with a guy, and while we're fucking, his roommate comes in and jerks off watching us. they keep me around as a plaything to fuck casually when they feel like it over the next few days, and i find out about their two other roommates who all take turns using me. by the end of the weekend i have so much different cum mixed together inside me and love every second of it
How Different Monster Husbands Punish You For Being A Brat
Warnings: Sex, restraints, mentions of biting, mentions of knotting, cockwarming, edging
- Minotaur husband that punishes you by tying your hands behind your back when fucking. He knows how much you like to grab onto his horns when you fuck him and watching you struggle against your restraints pleases him greatly.
- Vampire husband that keeps you on the edge, his cock a slow drag through your wet walls. He bites gently at your neck all night but never sinks his fangs in. As dawn approaches you think he will finally grant you some relief but you are sorely mistaken when he pulls out and leaves you with nothing.
- Orc husband that stretches you out on his big cock but doesnât let you move at all. No matter how much you cry and apologize, needing him to move, he refuses. Each time you try to move earns a smack to your ass, the skin becoming more raw and inflamed throughout the day. Anytime you finally calm down and start to doze off he gives you one hard thrust, jolting you awake and stimulating you just enough to have your cunt needy again.
- Tentacle monster husband that refuses to fill your cunt but uses his suckers to suction and overstimulate your nipples and clit until they are swollen and sore. The marks will be there for weeks as a reminder for you to behave.
- Dragon husband that hangs you from your lairs ceiling with gold chains, decorated with jewels. He keeps you suspended and at his mercy all day to play with as he pleases, a ruby ball gag keeping you quiet and obedient. His pretty little treasure.
- Werewolf husband that fucks you over and over but refuses to give you his knot. Tears stream down your face as you apologize and beg for it but he just tells you that you need to learn your lesson and brats donât get rewards.
- Demon husband that binds you in a pentacle and makes you watch as he strokes his thick cock knowing you want nothing more that to taste and fuck it. Ignoring your cries as he releases his cum all over the ground instead of inside you where it belongs.
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Ever since you found out there was a Horny Ghost trapped and living in your house, youâve been trying to help him move on. It started out when you moved into your new place, a house you got for a steal. You thought it was too good to be true until you saw the place in person and realized it was actually perfect.
With one little flaw that perhaps proved it was too good to be true.
Only days after you first moved in⌠weird things started happening. At first your panties just kept going missing. You figured the washer must be eating them up but no matter what you tried you could never find them.
Then you started waking up to your sheets soaked and the room reeking of sex. You never remembered having any steamy dreams but you mustâve if your bed was this soaked by morning.
But then things got even more physical. Strange sensations of pulling and tugging stretched at your towels as you were leaving the shower and at your clothes whenever youâd walk around in your pajamas. At that point it was impossible to deny the fact that you werenât alone in this place and the other entity wanted something from you.
Thatâs when he finally appeared. Horny Ghost was perhaps the sexiest man youâve ever seen even with his frame completely transparent and his skin a deathly hue. Your first thought when he revealed himself to you was literally, âawe, what a shame heâs dead. I so wouldâve tapped that.â
And as if he read your mind he actually managed to reach out and touch you. His excitement made the atmosphere buzz with electricity and power around him. It shot straight down to your core, already making you more horny than before. The next few hours were a blur of fucking each other in the air in positions you never dreamed youâd be able to go in. If anyone had walked in theyâd have thought you possessed.
Ever since then youâve been working with him, trying to help him figure out ways to move on. Though it doesnât seem to be as important to him as it is you. Whenever you try and get him to focus on figuring out why heâs stuck he just leans in and says you look so beautiful when youâre trying to think. Somehow you always end up fucking each other again after that.
In the midst of one of these fuck sessions, the pounding of his girthy ghost cock fucks a thought right into your head. A first for you but you werenât gonna complain. It would take some planning but you were positive youâd finally found the key to sending him to the other side.
So the next time another attempt leads into a lustful distraction, you oh so subtly insist on taking control⌠and then you make him absolutely regret it. Dragging countless orgasms from both of your spent and overheated bodies. Even his usually freezing frame is now a sizzling warmth that practically encourages more of your gooey slick to trickle out and paint your bodies in a mix of combined release and new arousal.
Horny Ghostâs jaw drops, his eyes rolling back into his head, and a smirk playing on his lips. He canât believe you right now, feeling a joint emotion of respect and rippling anger. His hands desperately pinch into your plush sides, needing to mark you, wanting to affect you more than youâre currently wrecking him.
As much as youâre trying to hide it, youâre not doing too much better. Your body trembles every time you bounce up and down on his cock, begging to let yourself fall and allow him to take control. It takes all your energy to keep going, your poor pussy spasming like itâs begging both for rest and to cum again.
âHow you- hhng!- feeling, baby? So blissed out you canât help but find p-peace?â You ask in between choked moans, his shaft rubbing up against your sopping walls, igniting every nerve of ecstasy within you.
His eyes widen, chest heaving as realization dawns at what youâre trying to do. Youâre actually trying to get him to cross over. The fact that you were serious about all that astounds him. Why would he ever wanna leave when heâs finally found a perfectly tight cunt that massages his length like it was made just for him? The way she clutches onto him like she wants to suck him dry. That pussy is a work of art. No way heâs giving that up.
âYou sneaky lil aahh! minx. Someone ought to teach you a lessonâ fuck!â He snarls, fucking up into you even harder and jostling your body so deliciously. For a moment heâs entranced by the alluring jiggle and movement of your drool-worthy breasts before he snaps back into focus by your breathless giggle. âYou think itâs gonâ be that easy?â
âI almost have you. I know I do,â you reply oh so confidently that it has him seething.
During your time together when have you been the one to get the upper hand on him? He thinks you need a serious reminder about that.
âDo you really? Mmph, yeah, weâll see about that.â
With a speed as fast as the wind he gets a burst of energy and the air around you crackles. Before you can catch your breath heâs flipping you around like youâre nothing but a doll to use for his pleasure. Pinning your wrists above your head with a force you canât see, he picks up the pace, pounding away at your insides like heâs trying to rearrange your guts. And with his powers he just might.
Your screams of pleasure are almost as loud as the squelching of your cunt every time your bodies meet. Despite the fact that his body has no affect on the outer world, the force of his thrusts drive you up the bed, causing it to creak with resistance and smack against the wall in warning. Yet he doesnât slow down. If anything it fuels him to go even harder.
Shockwaves course through your body as your orgasm slams into you. Youâre unsure if itâs his powers or just the sheer intensity of your climax as your insides buzz with pleasure and shake you to your very soul. As you feel your release gushing out of you the world goes dark and still.
Then you wake with a scream, your eyes flying open to find him still going. Heaving breaths leave you as another orgasm begins to build. Looking around youâre not sure how much time as passed or if he ever really stopped. But just like before he revealed himself to you, your bed is drenched with a mess of your slippery fluids. Soaking the mattress to its very core.
âAwe, how cute. Look whoâs a-awake. The one so nngh! confident just a few hours ago.â
Hours?
You canât even begin to think about that right now as his still rock hard cock swivels around inside you, hitting every spot that drives you to a blissful insanity. Screams pour from your lips and youâre unable to stop them. No energy left for anything but taking you over that edge once again.
And when you do your world fades away. All thatâs left is each rocking of his hips as he rails into you. Heâs taken possession to a whole new level as he transcends your body to a new plane is existence. Your cunt milks his cock, begging him to join you in this sensation. After all this time he canât hold back any longer, coming right after you with a snarl that shakes the shutters and makes the house groan.
He buries himself to the hilt, ejecting ropes of hot sticky semen straight into your narrow channel. Together your bodies tremble against each other, barely any energy left between you, but the heat still well alive.
âYou canât get rid of me that easy,â he purrs in your ear and a chill shoots down your spine, swearing you can almost feel his hot breath ghost across your skin.
It seems itâll take a lot more than this to get him to pass on and rest. In the meantime heâll find a perfectly good resting spot right in your arms and in your perfect cunt.
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âsummary: The summer heat has you slipping between sleep and reality. Something not-so corporeal helps you cool off.
âwarnings: ghost x human, monsterfucking, piv sex, mirror sex (technically), creampie, dubcon/somnophilia.
âword count: 1,3k
âa/n: no thoughts just horny. also on AO3
The best thing about living alone, youâve come to realize, is the privacy. Youâre free to do whatever: take your time in the bathroom in the morning or whenever you want, spend an eternity soaking in the claw-footed tub this house came with, walk around your home in the skimpiest clothing imaginable (not only does it help to beat the summer heat, it also (technically) leaves you less laundry to do), splay out on your king-sized bed in a starfish position, limbs akimbo, drag the full-length mirror in your bedroom in front of your bed and stare at the way any dildos you own get swallowed up by your greedy cunt.
No point in wondering why the last owner was in such a rush to get rid of it; so much so that he accepted well below market price for a freshly renovated, fully-furnished house with a moderate backyard in a relatively safe neighborhood.
The longer this heatwave lasts, the skimpier your clothes get. Thereâs barely any fabric to cling to your constantly sweat-slick skin by this point, just a tiny skirt hiked so far up your bare skin touches the wooden chairs when you sit and a shirt thatâs more spaghetti straps than torso. The huge, double-door fridge is a reprieve, cool air billowing out and caressing your heated skin. It almost feels like a genuine caress, like someoneâs cool hands sliding down your body.
Seriously, you need to get out of the house and meet people instead of fantasizing about the cool touch of your fridge. But the outside is infinitely hotter than the inside.
You kick the bedsheet away from your body, grumbling at the lingering day heat. Youâd stripped the sheet from the duvet the moment spring chill had plunged into summer heat and stuffed the latter into the closet until fall. Even then, you tend to wake up without the sheet in the morning, finding it crumbled on the floor. Yesterday was another sweltering day. It has left the air stuffy and the fans only push the warm, stale heat around without providing any relief. You unplug them in a fit of frustration and cringe at the feeling of moisture when you lay against your pillow again.
Sleep doesnât completely evade you but youâre not fully asleep, either. You think so, at least. There are moments of brief blackouts, where you open your eyes and turn to look at the time only to find not even an hour has passed. Your eyelids feel heavy.
Then, there are the hands on your body. Caressing, petting, groping. Theyâve been there for some time now, just touching, feeling. Theyâre not cold, just cool enough to feel pleasant against your heated skin and inject some relief into your sluggish thoughts of sun and heat. A sigh escapes your lips at the sensation. Fingertips trance the expanse of your skin, draw constellations between your moles and freckles. The other hand moves to rest on your breast. It kneads the soft flesh, gently pinches your nipple between its fingers, runs a thumb over it.
You inhale sharply, heart thrumming in your chest, pressing your thighs together. It does little to quell the desire for friction, or touch. The hand tracing its fingertips down your body reaches your hip, then skirts across your flesh to rest on the inside of your thigh. You blink languidly; the heat is stifling, your head feels thick.
Cool fingers dip between your legs, press against your clit like â like theyâre what? Testing the waters. You stifle the half-baked moan in the back of your throat.
The hands leave you all at once and you croak out a sound that doesnât even sound like you, desperate and needy. Theyâre back not even a moment later, though, heavy on your hips as if theyâre trying to guide you. You reach for a pillow and prop it under yourself. Itâs a nice dream, you donât need it to end because it forces you into an uncomfortable position that drives home the realization that itâs a dream. Because then youâll wake up, alone again.
Something thick and heavy rests on your pelvis. Maybe this makes you a bad sex partner in this brief dream but you donât want to reach out and touch it, guide it. If itâs your dream, your partner should know the where and how. The cool hands planted firmly on your hips pull you forward just slightly and the weight from your pelvis disappears. It rests against your entrance, but doesnât push forward just yet. One hand leaves you and the tip of its cock drags through your slick folds, bumps against your clit.
âPlease,â you croak, staring at the ceiling. Your throat is dry.
The strangerâs cock angles itself against your entrance and pushes in carefully. You take a slow, deep breath in, try to relax around the pleasant intrusion. The hands â under your knees now, guiding your legs apart. A body presses against your thighs. Whoever it is, stops, pauses for a moment. You clench around the cock buried in your cunt. A cold, shuddering breath hits you. Goosebumps rise on your skin. The hands push your knees further apart until thereâs an ache in your muscles, and then they depart, one finding a spot on your waist, the other your breast.
It moves, then. The cock nestled deep within you sharply pulls back and thrusts in again. You scramble for anchor, to grab onto something but all you come up with is sheet that tugs loose. Their pace is dizzying, thighs slapping against yours, cock plunging into your wet cunt. The sound is so wet and lewd and goddamned loud in the still silence of your home. You go to stifle the half-moan half-groan in your throat butâ wait, itâs your house, your dream, who gives a fuck about the neighbors? The cock in your cunt pulls nearly all the way out and thrusts in again and hits that spot, so good, dragging against your slick walls and you swear you feel every groove and dip, every goddamn vein. Your moan slips out involuntarily, and whoever it is here with you, seems invigorated.
The hand on your breast leaves, a forearm rests around your thigh, pulling it up and â fuck, their cock drives in so incredibly deep you nearly choke on your own spit. You scramble upwards, resting your weight on your elbows to look at your partner â
Thereâs no one there. Your bedroom is empty. But thereâs a hand on your torso, cool fingers digging into your flesh and a forearm supporting your thigh and the shape of someoneâs shoulder against your Achillesâ tendon. Thereâs a cock plunging into your cunt and you hear someoneâs labored breathing.
The full-length mirror skids across the laminated floor and stops in front of your bed. Something invisible is thrusting into your pussy, gaping back at you in the reflection. Your face burns â your whole body burns. You canât look away from the debauchery staring back at you. Whoever â whatever â it is, thrusts harshly, cold hands pulling you against their body. Your thighs are wet and sticky, slamming against theirs, your hole gaping back at you, being abused by something you canât see. It sends you hurtling over the edge.
You come around the phantom cock with something reminiscent of a shriek and a moan and terror and pleasure all combined. Your cunt clenches around the thing your muscles sore and sweat beading on your skin. The cock plunges into you again and again and again and you blink back the tears and the fear and the overwhelming pleasure. The fingers on your body dig into your flesh and the cock nestled in you buries deep, thighs pressing against your own, and spills. Itâs so warm, so pleasant. The mirror skids closer, right until it touches the edge of the bed.
Your cunt is forced wide open. Stuffed. The pearlescent cum coats your walls, oozes out from inside you, dribbles onto your bedsheets. The cock in you stays there but the body moves.
A small fogged patch, like warm breath, appears on the mirror, and then, letters.
Going on your first ever trip alone was a scary thing. Especially when the place you were traveling to was the infamous Monster City. Humans were rarely ever allowed inside, only permitted when all its citizens were out of their breeding seasons. All in order to protect their human neighbors and keep the peace.
But that also left the whole city as one big mystery to you. So although you were excited to go somewhere new, you didnât know what to expect.
The only thing you could think to do was look online. All you the online forums said the same thing. Every monster citizen recommended you Rent A Monster Bf for the day. Given they had packages that allowed them to act as a kind of tour guide while also giving you protection. The idea made your cheeks burn up in a blazing hot blush.
You couldnât actually do this, could you? Rent a monster to act as your bf for the day. There were all sorts of different packages. Offering short dates to long dates, having them pretend to pay for everything on your outings, to taking real-looking couples photoshoots. That was definitely doing too much, thereâs no way you could do that while keeping your head on straight.
By the end of the day there was no way you wouldnât catch some kinda feelings. It would be better if you just handled the trip in your own and hoped for the best walking around blindly.
âHi! Are you from the Rent A Monster Bf Service?â You ask the painfully sexy ass monster holding a sign with your name on it after stepping off the plane.
The whole process was a lot more simply than you originally thought it was gonna be. You told yourself, after giving in and just doing it, that if you hit a snag then youâd just forget the whole thing. But the agency made every step of the way so damn easy for you.
You sent them all the details for your hopes and dreams when going on this trip in a very long email. In response they sent you five listings, each of a different monster. The listings included their occupations, hobbies, accomplishments, and anything else that was notable to add.
Out of all the monsters you picked the one that was your type to a T, both in looks and personality. After choosing your boyfriend you received confirmation with a full itinerary that listed everything he had planned. From the start of the date to the very end of it. Starting by picking you up from the airport.
Now here you are, eyefucking him like a feral beast as he picks your heavy suitcase up with ease. Imagining him picking you up like that and throwing you around. Arousal gushes out of you, soaking your panties within minutes andâ fuck!â you really hope his kind of monster canât smell a humans emotions.
You watch him tilt his head in the air and sniff. Breath catches in your throat as your pussy clamps shut, as if thatâll trap the scent already surely wafting around you. Luckily it seems he doesnât notice it as he moves to the passenger side and opens it for you like a true gentleman.
The whole day he acts like an absolutely perfect bf while showing you around the city. When you went to restaurants heâd pull out your chair for you, yanking it close to his side once you sat down and taking in deep lungfuls of your scent.
Heâd feed you, laugh at how flustered you got, and talked with you like youâve known each other forever. His eyes flickering across your face in search of something deeper.
During museum tours and tourist attractions heâd hug you from behind or hold your hand. Always touching, always keeping you close like he was trying to make a claim in front of the other monsters.
Worse was how heâd always offer to take photos of you, or you two together. Whispering warmly in your ear, âI donât want you to forget a second to this.â
It was seriously ducking with your head. And your poor neglected pussy that wasnât seen any action in months was reaping the consequences. Everything he did set you on edge. Your panties were ruined by now, soaked through and dripping to the point it was uncomfortable. You donât know why your body is responding like this, itâs not like you.
But he was just so damn sexy, his body sculpted by the gods to fit your ideal type and his face⌠he was the most beautiful being youâve ever seen. It nearly blinded you how hot this man was.
This act he was putting on wasnât helping at all because as much as you tried to remind yourself you bought this service, you were failing, falling hard for his charms. Leaving you mad horny and two seconds from shooting your shot.
Somehow by some miracle you managed to restrain yourself till the end of the date. Good thing too because your mind was beginning to play tricks on you. Imagining his hand was holding yours a little tighter, his breathing coming in short pants and growing shorter throughout the day, pupils dilated with lust, and his body trembling with restraint.
For some reason he kept checking his watch and you wondered why. Just as you were about to ask it goes off and he instantly sighs in relief. Now officially off the clock he doesnât waste another minute, whirling around to face you, his claws hands cup your cheeks as he crashes his lips against yours. You make a noise of surprise that he eagerly swallows as you two stumble into your hotel room.
âI-Iâmâhah!â sorry, my rut isnât due for another two weeks, itâs never this early. But I just spent the last twelve hours drowning in the scent of your arousal when Iâd rather be drowning between your thighs. Mustâve triggered it,â he growls, all but pushing you on the bed. You barely process his words before heâs on top of you and ripping your clothes off.
Hour after hour passes in the blink of an eye. His hips are a blur of movement as he pulls orgasm after orgasm out of your needy fat cunt. Never seeming to stop his relentless rhythm like heâs possessed or something. And hell maybe you are too with the way youâre bucking into his thrusts, riding his cock for all itâs worth.
The two of you are like animals as he takes you from the front, the side, against every piece of furniture in the room, to the sloppiest of backshots on the bed. Your throat is raw from all the screaming, the force of his hips wetly smacking against yours sends pleasure to explode throughout your body in the most mind blowing of ways.
Everything is sloppy and filthy, allowing him to slide in impossibly deeper. His cockhead making out with your cervix each time he bottoms out. Yet still you crave more.
You want his knot.
Using every trick in the book you start rolling your hips and clamping down, milking his cock like youâre tryna draw it out of him. He groans in bliss, fucked out and drunk off your pussy as he falls to nuzzle into your neck. Thatâs when you feel it, his knot nudging at your entrance.
While he tries to take it slow, ease it into you, youâre far too impatient. Having waited all day for this. So with a jerk of your hips you stuff his knot deep inside your cunt with one sharp stroke.
Immediately it throws him over the edge, his knot swelling up big within you. The stretch of his knot and the sensation of his hot seed flooding your tight channel has you reaching your peak right with him.
Sobs of ecstasy wrack through your chest as you fuck each other through the waves of pleasure tingling within you. He holds you tightly against him, talking you through it and whispering praises in your ear till you two collapse on the bed from exhaustion.
Your bodies are still locked up tight from his knot. And from the way he keeps grinding in deeper you have a feeling it wonât be going down anytime soon.
Well, it seems like youâll be extending your stay a night⌠or three. Only to help him through his rut. It seemed fair that you provide him with your services after he had provided you so thoroughly with his. And who knows what may happen after that.
fantasizing about how good it would be to finally ruin an inexperienced pretty girl. i need to know how good it feels to shove my tongue down her throat knowing that she barely kissed anyone, how her hole would feel like around my fingers knowing that she usually only have her fingers inside her and how pretty she would sound. oh and how it would feel to slowly stretch her out, see her riding me, bouncing and whimpering and trembling on me.
i wanna get fucked in public, secretly with hands down my panties, being taken to a bathroom while friends and family are waiting outside, or at the park in my titties out, pants down with everyone watching and recording.
cock warming but they press a vibrator to your clit, making you cum over and over and over again until they end up cumming from the sensation of your muscles pulsing and spasming around them alone.
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