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He moans and tells you what to do, sort of by Lovestoinstruct (W)
[M4F] Letting Your Gooner Best Friend Use Your Body To Cum
fucked and bred on a train
Getting turned into a monster public relief station with my cunt absolutely wrecked from taking centaur and dragon and minotaur cock for weeks, and then some poor human coming up and trying to use me and they don't even touch the sides when they thrust into me, whimpering and getting more and more frustrated as they thrust, and I can barely feel more than just their hips slamming into me
I moan through the ring gag in my mouth, begging for them to fuck me, and I can hear them calling me a filthy, used up whore, berating me for letting myself be ruined by a bunch of beasts, my useless cunt not even worth fucking for real people any more
They're disgusted further when the degradation makes me cum, my walls still not able to grip them at all, even when they pull out and start slapping my pussy, it just can't tighten up at all
They end up having to use my mouth, brutally fucking it but because I've been taking much larger cocks there too, they're angry they can't even make me choke or gag
I wish I could help, I'm here to make people feel good. Finally, they pull out of my mouth, cock extremely hard, frustrated, and go back around to my cunt. Their fist sinks into me, right up to the elbow (that I can feel, and my pussy desperately tries to grip around them) and then they pull back and open their enough to thrust into, growling and jerking themselves off into me
When they finally cum, there's a cough from behind them
A large demon waits behind them, looking down at the human who hurriedly pulls their arm out, asking if they're done. The human ignores how covered in cum they are as they nod and move off to the side, finally looking down at the massive cock the demon's sporting
It looks almost impossible for it to fit in me, the nubs and ridges along its length making it look even thicker, and a bulge that might be a knot at the base hovering above a pair of balls that just seem excessive by all measures
And yet, impossible as it seems, they lean over the structure I'm fixed into and line themselves up, clawed hands circling and rubbing my clit a few times before forcing themselves inside me, starting up a brutal pace as my cunt is stretched out once again
My moans through the gag sound comical, embarrassing, absolutely lewd and debauched, crescendoing when the demon's knot inflates, but they growl and yank it out before fucking it back into me
If I have any of my brain really left at this point, it feels like it's being scrambled by that knot fucking into me and ripping back out of my gaping, ruined hole, and it laughs to some of the other creatures milling around nearby, commenting that as soon as they finish wrecking me the better, the sooner they can get a fresh new cunt to break in
I wonder very briefly between thrusts what life is like for a forcibly retired public relief station
cw non-consent
Therapist. Licking the tip of his finger, the man flips through his notes. The girl sits silently on the couch. Her misty eyes stare at the clock on the wall.
“Are you ready to begin?”
She doesn’t reply. Her therapist taps his pen on the paper. Two clicks of the pen, and he scratches out a few notes. She shudders slightly.
“Let’s get started. From the top, let’s go over what happened that night.” Her eyes drift down to the floor. “…again?” She swallows her words. “Trust the process.”
“Uhm… I went out dancing…” The girl’s unfocused expression is blank and docile. Her therapist adjusts his glasses and watches her carefully. “And what were you wearing?” She picks at her nails, avoiding the question. “…the clothes I showed you…” He nods. “Did you wear them today, like I suggested last time?”
Visibly nervous, the girl holds onto the fabric on the hem of her shirt. “…yes… under here…” The man smiles. “That’s good. You’ve come a long way from our first session. I remember you didn’t even want to look at those clothes.” He clicks his pen twice. “Let’s see them.”
Shallow breaths. She wants him to fix her. Lifting up the shirt, she reveals a thin lace top. He takes more notes. Her sweatpants slide down. A tiny frilly skirt barely hides her blue-and-white striped panties. Long socks match her underwear. Her therapist examines her. “Why do you think you chose to wear that outfit that night?”
Embarrassed, the girl tries to hide her body behind her frail arms. “It was a rave… lots of girls dress like this…” He doesn’t respond, letting the silence invite her insight. “…I guess I wanted attention…” The man writes on his pad. “Well, you certainly got it. Tell me more about what happened.”
“Was a little drunk… lost my friends… dancing on the floor… some guy started touching me…” Her small voice fades off. “Mmhm. Touching you where?” She’s getting more nervous. He adjusts his glasses and watches her breathe. “He was groping my tits.”
The man clicks his pen twice. She shudders. His hand reaches out and cups her breast. “Did he grab you like this?” The girl whimpers, her tiny bralet lets her feel each one of his fingers searching her. “No… was rougher…” Her therapist pushes his hand under the lace, squeezing and gripping her tits. “Like this?”
She nods. “…pinching my nipples and stuff…” He recreates it for her. “Dressed up like that, it’s no wonder some guy wanted to put his hands on you…” The man can feel her rapid heartbeat in her chest. “So what happened next?”
“…uhm… told him to stop…” He squeezes harder. His other hand lifts up her skirt. “Why did you do that? You’re letting him see your panties, don’t you think that’s a bit of a mixed signal?” The girl blushes a deep red. “…I dunno… I tried to get away… he followed me to some old hallway at the back of the club.”
“Going somewhere a little more private? Sounds like you were trying to get fucked.” Her body twitches in his hands. He clicks his pen again. She lets out a short gasp. “No… was just trying to have fun… told him to leave me alone… he grabbed my neck.” The man lifts his hand up from her tits, holding her by her throat. A firm squeeze makes her face turn pink.
“Did he choke you? Like this?” She can barely breathe. The girl nods, her eyes close. “What happened next?” She shakes her head. “Tell me what happened. It’s important for your therapy.” He chokes her harder. “I won’t let go until you do.” Her head spins. “…kissed me…”
Her therapist drags her in closer, pulling the girl onto his lap. His lips press into hers. His tongue fucks her mouth. She squirms and tries to push him away. He releases the choke, holding the back of her neck to keep kissing her. The girl slowly stops fighting.
“You’re doing good. Let’s keep going. What did you let him do next?”
Drool runs down her chin. Her distant expression is almost lifeless. “Dragged me into the janitor’s closet… shoved me into the corner…” He nods and kisses her cheek. “Okay, we’ll go through that now.”
His powerful hands grip her by the waist. She stumbles as he drags her across the room. He pushes her to the floor in the corner of the room. “I’m sure you were fighting more than that. Don’t leave out any details.” The girl’s eyes start to water. Her terrified breaths are short and raspy. The pen sits on the table by the couch. “Come on, tell me.”
“I was crying, begging him to not do it… I sucked his dick… thought it would keep him from – “ The therapist cuts her off. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” He strokes her hair. “It’s okay to cry here. Let it out.” She sobs. “I didn’t want it.” The man unbuckles his belt. She’s back in that closet in the nightclub. Tears run down her face.
The girl is still sobbing as she wraps her lips around his cock. Her head bobs quickly. The therapist grips the back of her head, fucking into her throat. He lets out a satisfied groan as her tears and spit mix, drooling down her slutty outfit. “So, you thought if you made him cum, he wouldn’t fuck you?” He doesn’t look down, but he can feel her nod.
“Try harder, then.”
Stroking his shaft, she sucks off her therapist. The girl does everything she can. Forcing it as deep as it can go, rubbing his balls, running her tongue along the bottom of his shaft. Her facefucking gets more desparate. She knows she’s running out of time.
“Did he cum in your throat?” The man growls. She shakes her head no. He smiles and pushes his glasses up his nose. “Guess he needed more, huh? Keep telling me the story.” The girl gasps for air. “Please, no… just let me suck your cock… please… not that part…” Her therapist lays his dick across her face. “You’re almost there, keep going.”
He uses her tears as lube as he rubs himself across her cheeks. “He pulled my panties down… forced my legs open… he… he…” The man kneels down and follows the script. A sharp tug pulls her cute panties off her legs. “You’re more wet than last time. That’s good. You’ve made a lot of progress.” Her toes point into the air. He buries his cock in her pussy.
She lets out a quiet scream. The girl’s body starts to fight him. He pins her wrists to the floor and ruts into her. “He held you like this, right?” Even as she struggles, she nods. “Was his cock my size?” A pathetic whine. “No, you’re a lot bigger…”
The therapist pounds into his patient. “I’m…” The girl twitches underneath him. “I’m…” Deep hard strokes. “No…” She whimpers. The patient cums on her therapist’s cock. Her head spins as he breaks her. “Did you cum?” The man asks, inches from her face. “Yes…” He keeps going. “I meant the night that it happened.” She looks up at him, filled with shame. “Yes…”
“You’ve done so well. We’re almost all the way through. He came in your cunt, didn’t he?”
The girl’s eyes light up with fear. “No no no… not that part… please, no, stop…” Her warm wet pussy tightens involuntarily around his cock. “That’s what happened, isn’t it? It’s okay to let go.” She tries to fight again. Her fingers claw at his chest before he pins them to the floor again. “Please, no, stop. I want to stop. I don’t want to do this anymore.”
“Is that what you told him?” He thrusts faster into her slippery hole. “Don’t cum inside of me. Don’t don’t don’t don’t…” She bursts into tears again. “Did he cum in you?” The therapist’s soothing voice makes her shudder. “Yes, but I can’t go through that part… I can’t…” He kisses her, stroking her head like a terrified animal.
The man gasps and lets out a long exhale. She feels his cum flood into her. The catatonic girl stares down at her used pussy as he slowly slides out. The sticky damp of her therapist’s cum pours down her ass. She can see him talking, but all she can hear is pounding in her ears.
He relaxes on the couch. The girl’s tongue cleans his cock. “Did you do this for him?” The man slowly rubs her back. “…nu-uh…” She nuzzles into his bulge. “You’ve come so far. You almost made it all the way through the story before you tried to stop the therapy.”
“I think you’re close to a breakthrough. I’d like to bump you up to two sessions a week for the next little while.” The girl feels his half hard cock twitch in her mouth. He clicks his pen twice. She nods as his hands grope her tits.
fucked by bully in janitors closet, he calls you a good boy
bred by gock
Call me crazy but the hottest part of exhibitionism is the violation of everyone else's consent. The hot part isnt me getting touched i could do that in the comfort of my own bedroom the hot part is the strangers on the bus giving scandalized gasps and murmurs and judgement and the visible discomfort and hammering home how much of a freak i am. And thats nothing its hotter when they don't know their space is being violated. Masturbating under the couch next to them while you share a blanket and wondering if they can smell the scent of sex when they shift the blanket. Getting fucked over your friends face while theyre blackout drunk and passed out and at any moment they can open their eyes and get an eyeful of your pussy getting stretched open. Getting fingered during game night with the family trying not to clench too tightly or else the noises of how wet you are will give away more than your facial expressions. Jerking your girlfriend off on the crowded bus because the proximity to the girl in front of her made her hard and her cock is almost touching the girls ass. The violation of everyone else makes it hotter its like they just exist to increase the stakes and pleasure
slut hypnosis audio
short one...heh
f4m joi
There's this fantasy I keep having…
After years of saving up, I'm finally able to move out on my own. I pack up my things and move as far away as I can afford, hoping to have a fresh start to my life where no one knows that I was born a girl.
Everything goes swimmingly. I eventually have to find a job, and I do. It's a rickety gas station, and the only availability they have open is the night shift, but I'm fine with that. It pays the bills, and my coworkers respect me as a man, so I’m happy.
A few months pass, and I grow comfortable. The stress of moving subsides, and I finally feel at peace. That's until you come into the gas station one night.
I'm the only one on shift, which is usual for this time of night. I don't pay you any mind at first, restocking some of the items behind the counter. Eventually though, I feel a presence behind me and turn to see you on the other side of the counter. One hand bracing yourself against the counter as your other hand fists your cock, all the while staring me down.
Before I can even open my mouth to threaten you, you stop me in my tracks. My dead name falls from your lips, and you smile as my mouth hangs open. You explain that we used to go to school together, though I don't remember ever seeing you. Then, you cum all over my counter.
I'm appalled, but more than anything, I’m afraid. You hold power over me, knowing my secret. That isn't lost on you as you tuck yourself back into your pants, assuring me that we will see each other again. Very soon.
Like hell we will.
I try to evade you. I come up with some sob story and recite it to a coworker, asking to switch shifts for just a week. They're reluctant but give in because I’ve helped them on more than one occasion. I feel relief hit me as I get to work on day shifts for a week. It's only a week, but at least I don't have to be paranoid about being alone and getting cornered by you. There's no way you'd try anything funny in broad daylight.
I realize I’m wrong as I watch you stroll in among a few other customers one afternoon. I don't think you've seen me yet, so I quickly excuse myself to the other person on shift and make my way to the walk-in freezer in the back. It'll be cold and a bit miserable, but I can wait in here until I’m sure you've left.
Five minutes drag by, and I hear the door begin to open. I assume it's my coworker coming to check on me, but it's you. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. I don't understand how you even got back here.
It doesn't matter. I know I can't fight back when you know the truth about my body. My breaths come out in white puffs as your cock stretches out my virgin pussy. It's so painfully freezing in the room that it's almost a relief to feel the warmth of you shooting your cum deep into my abused hole.
You leave, but not before warning me that if I don't get my schedule changed back, you have no issue with using me in front of others. That night, I have to text my coworker, saying I'm good to take on the night shifts again. My fate is sealed as your personal sex toy.
Before you read: Warning for rape fantasy with no cnc. This is 100% fantasy and should never be interpreted as anything else.
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I need to be found in a quiet part of this building by someone I've never seen before. I'm just passing through, planning to nod a quick polite hi and pass by, but they don't nod back. I feel them do a second take at my face, look up and down my body, and the back of my neck tingles as I pass them - but I'm slammed against the wall, their hand over my mouth, and they're grinning as they put their full body weight against me, forcing me to the ground.
I'm too stunned to recognize more than the feeling of weight and hands for the first few seconds, and then my clothes are torn open and my chest, stomach and thighs can feel the floor, legs split open and my assaulter laying across my ass and back. He's rutting his cock against my ass, slowly for now, and holding my mouth with one hand while opening his phone with the other. I'm too weak to throw him off, still struggling to wrap my mind around how this happened - so fast, here in the open, to me, by this guy, is anyone coming by soon? -
And then he's shoving his phone in my face.
Wait. That's me.
It's my blog.
Those are my nudes.
There are my legs spread wide for any stranger to see, my back arched for the best pornslut angle.
There are my holes on display. My pussy, my ass, my promises that they're tight (they are, god they're too tight right now) and that they love raw cock (they don't, in reality, I just wanted to sound hot, I can't actually risk it-)
And my words begging for someone to take me, to use me, to rape me, as hard as they want.
I feel his cock rutting against me harder as I start to cry. He asks if it's me - I never show my face, I thought I was safe - and I try to hide in shame, but I'm as exposed to him now in his control as I am on the screen. He scrolls down to a photo of my spread pussy with the words "rape me harder" written above it - I wrote them - and leaves it propped directly in front of me.
His hand comes to my face and wipes my tears, then uses them to wet his cock. It's not needed. I realize just how wet my pussy has gotten when he pushes in, and I hate my body for how good it feels as he bottoms out. He only stops to readjust, pulling my hips up enough to arch my back like the photos, and then he's fucking me, hard, hitting me deep over and over, his balls rubbing my clit everytime he's all the way inside me, and I'm tensing up away from him in disgust whenever I can think but it feels so animalistically good.
He's reaching over to scroll further down my nudes, using more alluring versions of me as his porn for my rape, changing his pattern randomly, spanking me and pulling my hair, until I have no idea what's next and I can't help but moan in confusion from the sensations he knows I like. When I start fucking myself back onto him, he leans in close and asks if that's really me in the photos. I nod, and he slaps my face. He orders me to keep bouncing on his cock, and to answer him - is it me?
"Yes."
He slaps me - answer him louder.
"Yes!"
It's my blog?
"Yes."
Slap.
"Yes!"
Slap.
"Yes!"
And as he's fucking me as hard as he can, and all I can do is stutter out "yeses" so he doesn't keep slapping me, finally someone rounds the corner. As I'm stripped, moaning, bouncing on my rapist's cock, shouting "yes," and with my own nudes in front of me, they make shocked eye contact with me, turn back around and walk away.
He thrusts deep inside me a few more times, then pushes me over with his cum dripping out of my raped pussy, cleans his cock on my ripped clothes, then grabs his phone, takes one more picture of me for himself, and leaves. I lay there in the position he left me, with sore legs and a throbbing cunt, and wonder if this is all I'm good for, and if maybe he's sick enough to submit that picture of me to my blog.
really enjoyed this one for some reason
m4f, mutual masturbation