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[jackofallages]

Imagine he’s got you in the meanest mating press, his thick cock spearing you open against the bed and it’s so good you’re seeing stars. But suddenly he stops and just leaves his cock inside of you, splitting you open, not thrusting and not moving, just buried deep inside, holding you nice and open for him. And he decides to focus on your clit, maybe with a vibrator or maybe with his fingers, just rubbing and playing with your swollen clit. It’s making you whine and buck your hips against his weight but he’s so much bigger and so much stronger there’s no way to stop him. He tells you to be a good girl and take it because he just wants to feel your pretty pussy pulse around his cock, he wants to feel your walls fluttering around him, your cunt milking his cock so perfectly in response to the overwhelming stimulation on your clit. And he’s so mean about it, one hand working your clit and the other braced against the bed so he can lean into you and keep you pinned down. He’s pushing you closer and closer to a mindbreaking orgasm as he whispers in your ear. “Such a good girl for me, come on, milk my cock with that pretty pussy, that’s it, feel good for me, I want to feel that cunt clenching around me, there you go.” And finally, your body breaks into a toe-curling orgasm, trembling, writhing, crying for him and the unrelenting pleasure he’s forcing out of you. You look at him through teary eyes, expecting him to go back to fucking you but all you see is the sadistic gleam in his eyes that tells you this is far from over. “Come on baby,” his voice is so mean as his fingers don’t stop working your clit, “One isn’t enough, give me more, let me feel that pretty pussy pulse around me again, that’s it, keep making those needy sounds for me, you can take it, I want your pussy to cum over and over again to milk all the cum out of my cock. We’re not stopping until I’m satisfied.” You’re sobbing now, trying to push him off, trying to make him stop the assault of pleasure. Begging, crying, gasping out pleas that he’s ignoring because he wants to use you to feel good, he wants to use you like a fuck doll, meant for nothing more than to milk his cock like a toy with no regard for how you feel. His fingers pull another orgasm from your body, the feeling lighting your every nerve and forcing your pussy to milk him just the way he likes. But it’s not enough for him, it won’t ever be enough for him, and so he keeps going. He pulls one orgasm after another out from your helpless body just so he can use you to make himself feel good. It has nothing to do with your pleasure because he’s exceeded that several times over now but it has everything to do with using you like a sex toy to get himself off. You have no idea how many times he’s forced your body to cum for him when he finally groans above you as his hips jerk into you, pumping his cum deep inside of your still-spasming walls. And maybe he’ll leave his cock inside of you even after, keeping you plugged up and nice and full with his cum while you fall asleep in his arms, with his gentle kisses on your forehead and soft strokes of your hair.

[shitpigslaveholes]

[patriarchy-house4]

Apologize for being such a worthless cunt

[stemmingspark]

C/W: Degradation (bro 90% of what i write is degrading, i should diversify smh)

Ugh... babe, I'm hard.

No, it's okay, I'm not really feeling sex at the moment. I just... I just need to cum. No, no, don't worry about it. Just carry on reading your book. I'll just masturbate, honey, don't bother yourself.

Although... if you could do one thing... I don't suppose you'd mind spreading your cunt for me?

No, don't be silly, baby. I'm not going to fuck you. We're not having sex. I told you, I'm not feeling it. I'm going to jerk off in you... Like a sextoy? Well, yeah. Of course I'm going to use your cunt like a fleshlight, babe. It basically is one, isn't it? Ugh, are you going to be annoying about this? Just spread your fucking holes so I can empty balls in them.

Thank you. Fuck, finally. God, that wasn't so hard, was it? No, you don't have to do anything. Just lay here and read your book. Shiiit. Such a tight fucking cunt. Oh fuck... just a stupid fucking cum-draining bitch, aren't you...

Babe, do you mind if I watch some porn? Hmm... where can I put my phone though... Do you mind if I put in your back? If I play some porn on my phone and place it on your back? It's okay, baby, you don't have to do anything. Just lay there. Shit, shit, shit.

God, fuck, oh she's so hot. Just like that, baby. Babe, tighten your cunt for me, yeah? Oh you dirty fucking slut, you're barely even reading your book. You've not turned a page in ages. I'm not fucking you, you know. I'm getting off in you. Your cunt has only one purpose right now and that's to take my load. If I were fucking you, I'd try to make you cum. But I'm not.

Because right now, your cunt is just another fucking sex toy for me.

Just a pathetic fucking whore hole that's made to milk my cock. Jesus, you're so wet. That's so pathetic, even for a fleshlight. Read your fucking book, you dumb whore. Holy shit, I wish you could see how good these pornstars look. Taking a fat cock as their heavy tits knock together. Asses jiggling as they get brutally fucked. Just like yours right now. You're holes, baby. That's all you are. You're a set of fucking holes and some tits.

Fuck... FUCK.... FUCK. Oh fuck that was hot. Aww, I didn't tell you I was going to cum? Why would I do that? Why would I tell a braindead, pathetic fucking fleshlight that I'm about to cum? It's just a hole I emptied my balls into. It doesn't concern you, baby.

God... you can clean it up though, right? I've got shit to do.

[stillvathek]

He was listening, or looking as if he was. Eye-contact, nodding, sounding as if he was taking it in. Then all at once he frowned and said:

"Finger yourself."

She'd been midway through something and it took her a second or so to register. After another word or two she tailed pff, blinked, and looked at him.

"What?"

He said nothing. Didn't need to. She'd heard.

Blushing, she lifted up the oversized shirt she was wearing and snuck a hand down into her panties. She was already a little wet - almost always was, now - so ine finger was easy. In it slide. She gasped quietly, breath hitching as she started working on a gentle rhythm.

"You were saying?" He asked.

Her eyes, half-closed, opened a little and fell on him again.

"Hmm?"

"Keep going."

Took her brain a moment to figure that one out. He wanted her to keep talking. Or try to. What had she been saying? Finger working, she thought back.

"Uh..."

He put his hand up between her legs, pressing it on hers, making her finger push in. She gasped.

"Go on. It was very interesting. Keep going."

His other hand had gone to her waist to keep her steady as he pressed his palm up harder into her. Her brain fizzled, her mouth hung open.

"Nothing?" He asked.

A thin string of drool started to stretch from her lip as she panted wordlessly, humping gently against her hand and against his. He tutted, shook his head.

"Mustn't have been that important," he said, the hand from her waist moving up so he could feed a thumb into her open mouth. Given the contented hum she made and the way her eyes closed, he doubted she'd heard him.

Not that it really mattered either way.

[themightylad]

Pathetic

[backtalkingplants]

my favorite leaf 🍃

[mylustpage]

I’ve known you for years now. You’ve grown up down the road from me. I’ve seen you sneak in at night drunk and seen you come home with you boyfriends other nights. You’ve always JUST been the neighbor girl.

It was when you came over tonight that it changed. When you decided to drunkenly show up to my house in that outfit. You thought you went home, and it was your own couch that you passed out on.

I found you there, with your legs sprawled wide and touching yourself. I watched you for a moment as you drunkenly enjoyed what I assumed was peaceful bliss.

I came up behind you placed my hand on your chest. You jumped in fear to see me. You started to scream, but I covered your mouth. Your breast was so soft in my grip. You struggled a bit as I pulled you up and onto my lap.

I lifted your shirt and played your nipples. You struggled harder, but I could hear your pants under my hand. Then I slide my hand off your mouth. I slide your skirt up and my fingers over your right little pussy.

You moaned as I teased your clit. I’m not sure if in your half drunken stupor you knew who I was or not, but you mumble for me to stop and fought. Then you gasped for more as I fingered you.

When you fell to the floor, a slobbering mess, I pulled down my pants and mounted you from behind. You moaned at this and tried moving, but as I slide my cock inside your wet little pussy, you gasped and backed right onto it. Whore.

I fucked you hard on my floor. You would become alert enough at times you realize this and try and fight, but then I’d pin you down and you’d stop. Other times you’d wake up and wail on pleasure, backing your hips into me for that deeper fuck.

Finally, I filled your little cunt till you dripped. You laid there, still on The floor. You were so cute, so I slide myself back inside of your ass and fucked you once more.

Both holes dripped my seed. I smiled at my work. While I wanted more, I knew you need to get home.

I picked you up and carried you to your parent’s place down the road. I had a key for taking care of your dog while away for college. I brought you up to your room, knowing that no one was home.

As I prepared to leave, I pulled out my phone and took a picture of you naked and asleep.

I’m curious how much you’ll remember in the morning.

[nasty-dawg]

love doing the condescending, mocking little "yeah?" to someone when i fuck them. gritting my teeth through it, feeling so much power over them.

"oh, yeah? you like that, sweetheart? yeah? yeah? you gonna cum? huh? you close already, huh?"

[strwbryslut]

ohhhh my fucking god need. need please. fuck

[yip-puppy]

loooove sabotaged commands. getting told to stay still whilst being violently overstimulated. getting commanded to speak while fingers are shoved in your mouth. getting told not to cry whilst they hurt you almost to your limit. it’s sooo fucking good. show your power over me, that you can tell me what to do and punish me when I don’t even if you did it on purpose. just to make me squirm

[alliekills]

the thing about emotionally avoidant girls is that you can really just have them sit between your legs with their back to your chest with one of your hands teasing the length of their thighs or held around their throat and the other patiently rubbing their clit alternating between easy circles and right to left straights while you say things like “i just wanna make you feel good, baby. hasn’t anyone ever wanted to make you feel good? doesn’t anybody care about you?” and they’ll just start fucking crying before they cum lmao

[alliekills]

​it just feels so good when their body is wracked with sobs and you can lick the tears off their face from the side and they’re so overwhelmed and you can tell it’s nearly too much for them but that’s when you plunge your fingers inside them and tighten your grip on their neck and pull them closer to you and tell them to let it feel fucking good

[butchknot]

free uuuuse oh my god. horny dad coming up behind you, grinding into your ass, shoving his face in your neck no matter what you're doing– you always end up on your knees, or leg hiked up, foot on the counter, pants shoved down and panties pulled to the side. forgetting all about what you were trying to do before he came onto you, used you to get off. grunting and moaning all breathy and covering your mouuuth or grabbing at your hair or

[hornyforceone-deactivated201212]

[tied-up-transfem]

I think people remove a lot of the erotic potential that blackmail has.

[tied-up-transfem]

The real terror and eroticism is the buildup, for me it's always been little about what is actually contained whether defamatory, personal, or erotic.

Its about the implication of what else they might have. What else they might have seen. What you don't know if they know.

There's an intense personal horror that serves as the kind of foreplay, the appetizer to something more delicious, more forbidden, more taboo.

In short, supplemental.

[tied-up-transfem]

It's been a few days since you got back from a hike with your friends. It's a weekend, and you make the routine stop by your mailbox. You're expecting a bill or something equally boring.

You find a deep royal blue envelope, closed with a wax seal of a plant you don't recognize. Some kind of fern? It is particularly artsy for any of your friends work but not so out of the ordinary you find it strange.

Inside, there's the pictures of you all, huddled together and framing various ecological scenery. There's a few silly photos, one suggestive one of someone's shirt buttoned slightly too low. You get to the last Polaroid and...

That's an angle from behind you all? All of you are in the picture, so it's not as though one of you took it. That scenery does look familiar though.

Sure enough, a couple of Polaroids back, in a wide-angle groupshot, there is a little bit too much shape in part of the foliage. Not enough to make out features, but enough to make out the glint of a camera lens.

"Surely this is an odd form of prank," you think. A bit poor taste from your friends, but while unsettling, it's not overly worrying yet, right?

You call your friends, expecting a laugh at your expense. Only to find confusion and worry at your expense. You end up assuring them you are not joking. They worry for you, and you ensure your door is deadbolted shut that night.

They don't stop coming though, every three days like clockwork. Never in the same spot. Once put in the crack of your door, another time in the glove box of your locked car, in your purse after what was meant to be a relaxing visit to a park. The photos are just you, often doing mundane things. Walking on the sidewalk, entering your workplace, through your bedroom blinds as you unclip your bra. You know you touched yourself that night, did they? Did they watch while you attempted to do anything to get your mind off the matter. Did they watch when a movie night with a friend became panting and quiet assurances in your ear. Surely they hadn't sent every photo they took, which ones had they kept? What parts of you have they seen?

What do they do with them?

You tell the police but putting a watch on you isn't high on their list of priorities when there are tickets to give out. They tell you to call if you are "in danger." The nearest station is a twenty minute drive at the best of times.

The stress starts to get to you three weeks later, it's been four days and no envelope. You've turned your house and car and everywhere else you can think of upside down. It must be somewhere. You aren't looking hard enough. They must have left it somewhere devious this time, somewhere personal. It's getting late, and you've spent the whole day looking for it. You were "let go" from work last week, somehow thats still better than hoping you wouldn't get another call about a "package" being left on your desk. The way your boss looked at you when you packed up your desk...

You turn on the shower, letting the cold water warm as you head to your bedroom to gather your clothes. You open the top chest, your underwear drawer.

Ontop of your favorite pair of panties, a sleek black that hugs your hips in that particular way. It sits, black sharpie scrawled in neat print.

They are my favorite too <3

The sharpie smears on your thumb, still wet. You rush, turning off the shower as you scramble to find your purse. You jump at every corner and every shadow as slam your car door closed. You don't bother to buckle your seat belt as you peel out.

You call your friends, but they all go to voicemail immediately. All of your messages have been left on sent for a couple of days now. Did they tell them something, show them something? You need something anything to get your mind off this.

A drink maybe?

It had been too long since you indulged. You know it's stupid. You know it's reckless, but anything is better than being in that house or sober right now.

You stop panting after the first shot, you stop feeling after the second, you stop thinking after the third. It's a haze after that. Someone touches your hand, your lips, your crotch. It feels good, very good.

You wake up in your bed, a bitter taste in your mouth, and a sore throat. You are naked except for those black panties. You stumble to the bathroom head pounding. On the mirror, another Polaroid greets you, scotchtaped to the mirror.

Its their cock in your mouth as your drunken eyes are barely fluttered open. Their hand is groping your chest, the photo reveals their bare skin but not much else. There is a short message in Sharpie written on the bottom.

Until next time <3

[bonda9e]

[humongousqueentragedy00]

Thousands of single women are online right now, don't get left out!

[mastersoverminds-6]

You don't need that PhD. You just need to goon for your roommate. They're so much smarter than you, why both trying? Better to just be their leaking failure of a sex toy...

[squishyfufu]

Need someone to rape me and convince me that I'm enjoying it, really.

Touch and grope me until my cunt gets wet and drippy. Then point out that obviously it wouldn't get wet unless I was enjoying it. That it's all needy now because I'm such a desperate slut who wants to stretched around a cock.

Force your huge throbbing cock into my cunt, and make sure to tell me that you can feel me squeezing around it, my pussy greedily pulling it in. That if I really didn't want it, I wouldn't have let it fill me up so easily. But you can tell that my crying and struggling is just for show from how well I'm taking you.

Tell me it's not rape if I orgasm, because I'd only cum if it felt good, right? Then force me to cum again and again, squirting helplessly around your cock, even when I try so so hard not to cum from something like this.

Make me listen to the wet noises my pussy makes, and the moans and whispers that inevitably escape my mouth. Of course, you'd make sure to stop if I didn't like it! But clearly I do, because my body is making such slutty noises. Guess you need to keep going, since I like it so much.

Tell me you'll stop if I "pretend" to enjoy it. Make me beg for more and tell you how good it feels, how much I love your cock and I want your cum inside me. Then keep going anyway, because I really sounded like I wanted it, and you wouldn't want to deny me when I asked so nicely <3

[grimygrimygrimy]

best part of sex is when youre fucking someone who normally has your best interest in mind and you can see their concern for your wellbeing exit their body as they decide how theyre going to use you

[t-boneog35-deactivated20240906]

[gapesongapes699]

Little slut just sharing her holes