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[skarletfantasies-deactivated202]

[ellray98x5]

“you just sucked my dick and licked my ass for over an hour, gave up your cunt and asshole in over 15 dif positions while i live-streamed it online, then i sent it to your friends and family while i was going thru your purse and taking all your money… but now i’m bored of you, i’ll put you back where i think you belong and never speak to you ever again, byeeeee” 🙃

[fleshlightbabe6]

makes me think of the first time a guy fucked me and said he’d never talk to me again :)

[grindcoreking]

Corrupt her further. Make her feel ashamed of what gets her off and force her to orgasm to it. Praise her for how dirty and lewd she is. Condition her to only be able to get off to the grossest things you can find.

[cosmidomics]

That's the best way to make a girl into porn. She won't like the idea of being a urinal, but once she knows how much it gets you hard and you start training her to get off only to videos of being a urinal, she'll quickly learn her place.

Once she's done that, once she's done something she thought she would never do for you, stretch her limits.

If she's a real "independent thinker", let her choose. Does she want to train herself to rim you, or does she want to train herself to get off on taking two cocks in her asshole? There's no good choice for her, either way it makes her feel like a used, broken porn whore. That's how you know that either way is good for her.

Teach her to think with her cunt and she'll break her brain for you.

[analshitscat]

[dummyslt]

Please piss in my ass 🥺

[cosmidomics]

You’ve already been a urinal for him. You’ve already tasted it as it passed down into your throat as you hurriedly swallowed it down, desperate not to miss a drop because he might not like it. Sometimes, he even ordered you not to swallow, his piss pooling in and overflowing your mouth, covering your tits, leaving your nipples dripping until he allowed you to clean yourself up.

Now, he decides to take things a step further with you. He was a lot rougher with your asshole this time, but it didn’t hurt as much as it usually does. He used enough lube and stretched you out with his bigger toys before he used you. You weren’t sure why he was being so kind to you. But now you understand exactly why.

He fills you up with so much yellow liquid, all nice and warm. But he doesn’t stop there. Before letting your gaping hole rest, he puts a large plug in you, keeping it trapped inside you, sloshing around. You’re worse than a urinal now. He decides when you get to flush it out of your slutty body.

You don’t think he’ll take the plug out until tomorrow at the earliest. Maybe, maybe, you think, if you’re slutty enough, desperate enough, match that perfect balance between traumatized slut and abused nympho tonight, if you’re good enough when he wakes up, you might be able to let it out that morning.

You don’t want to know how long he’ll torture you with it if he thinks you’re a bad girl. That’s okay, you’ll just have to try reeeaally hard.

[frenchvelvetkisses]

I love admiring my artwork the next day. it’s my favorite part of being rough with you the night before, looking at the painted bruises blooming all over your skin. a chart of everywhere i was and everything we did. temporary tattoos. time capsuled memories written right into your thighs.

you’re sprawled across the messy sheets in that deep, dead sleep that usually happens after hours of exhausting each other. you’re lying there boneless, chest rising and falling in slow heavy sighs, your mouth parted just a tiny bit.

i stay propped up on one elbow for a long time, just watching you sleep.

gently reaching out to brush a piece of hair off your forehead. your skin feeling so warm. you didn't wake up, just let out a soft little breath and leaned your face right into my palm on instinct. my heart did that sweet flip in my chest.

i let my hand wander down, taking full advantage of how deeply under you were.

dragging my fingertips down your neck, tracing over your collarbone, down the side of your ribs. I’m inspecting every inch while you dream. and every inch bore the evidence of last night. a faint violet shadow blooming over your throat. dark fingerprint marks across your hips where i held you down. but your inner thighs were the real masterpiece. deep berry red, light pink and purple right where my teeth and fingers spent the most time.

i did that. we did that to each other.

i lean over, taking my sweet time pressing my lips on your hipbone, holding a long kiss there. you let out a sigh in your sleep, sinking even deeper into the mattress.

i hook my arm under your thigh. you’re so loose that i could maneuver your body however i wanted. I slowly lift your leg, opening you wide to the cool morning air, watching your stomach rise and fall with your heavy breathing.

i pressed my mouth right over the sorest darkest bite mark on your inner thigh. don’t bite I just rest my lips there, breathing against the bruised skin, letting my tongue trace the tender edges then kissing it softly. poor baby so bruised and worn out.

i let my fingers slide higher, past the bruising, finding you completely bare, warm, and already slick from last night.

i don’t wait for you to wake up.

i slide one finger between your folds, agonizingly slow. feeling how soft and warm you are. throbbing against my touch while you were still fast asleep. you let out an involuntary gasp into, your hips giving a faint subconscious twitch but your eyes stayed heavy and closed.

"so sweet for me" i whisper to myself against your thigh, sinking my finger all the way in. "even when you're completely asleep”

a slow deep rhythm, my thumb pressing just enough weight right against your clit to drag you out of your dreams. I continue to stretch you gently, watching your chest start to heave, your breathing turning uneven as your body registered the pleasure before your mind could even catch up.

that was what finally pulled you under.

a whimper caught in your throat, your body shudders, your hands blindly reaching out to clutch at the sheets. as my mouth linger on the bruise and my fingers drove deep. your lashes finally flutter.

you open your eyes, looking down at me through heavy lids. you give me a lazy gorgeous little smile when you realize where you were and what i was doing to you.

"good morning" your voice came out impossibly raspy, completely ruined from last night. "what... what are you doing?"

"just admiring the view" i whisper, my index finger pressing right into the center of the dark mark on your thigh while my other hand stayed buried inside you. "checking up on my work"

you wince, a sharp gasp escaping your lips when my thumb pressed into the tender bruise, followed immediately by a low moan as your instincts kicked in and your legs tried to press shut. before you could close up, my palm slid up against your knee, pinning you wide open against the bed.

"ah, ah. don't close those legs on me, baby let me look at you. stay open for mommy”

you don't fight it. you just let your knees fall outward again, your hips arching up into my hand, helpless to the feeling.

"you're awful" you breath out, your hand drifting up to tangle into my hair. "it hurts... you bit me so hard right there."

"i know” i say, leaning down to press a soft kiss directly to the center of the sore spot, feeling your body shudder under my mouth. "does it sting?"

"mhm" you admit, as i apply a bit of thumb pressure to the bruised skin, testing your threshold. "it's really sore"

"i'm sorry sweetheart" i whisper, rubbing my thumb in soothing circles over the mark to ease the ache. "i really am. you just tasted too good last night... i lost my mind a little bit. can you blame me?"

you let out a laugh, your fingers massaging the back of my neck. "you lost your mind? i recall you whimpering under me first when i held your wrists over your head and wouldn't let you move."

i chuckle, leaning up just enough to catch your lips in a kiss that tasted like sleep and last nights lingering tension.

"fair point. we can argue about who surrendered first later. right now, i just want to take care of you”

my hands soften, my fingertips tracing up your stomach over the faint red scratch marks from my nails, making your skin break out in goosebumps.

"yeah?" you whine, your hips giving a needy twitch up against mine. "how are you gonna do that?"

"slowly this time"

i work my way back down, trailing worshipping kisses over every mark we made. a kiss for the bruised hip bone. a warm press of my mouth to your lower stomach. a sharp little nibble on the tender skin right next to your clit that made you gasp, your hands clutching the sheets for dear life.

by the time my breath was warming the drenched sensitive space between your thighs, you were panting, completely undone by the slow pace.

"look at me" i command, resting my chin on your inner thigh.

you force your heavy eyelids open, looking down at me through your lashes, trembling under my gaze.

"good girl” i whispered.

i slid two fingers back inside you, taking my time. driving in deep while my tongue lapped at you in long strokes. i kept the rhythm steady, refusing to speed up no matter how much you squirmed. every time you tried to lift your hips to chase a faster pace, i’d press my hand flat onto your hipbone, pinning you right back down.

"no rushing today, baby" i said against your wet skin, feeling you shake uncontrollably. "just lie there and take it. let me have every bit of you”

you whimper, your fingers digging into my shoulders, desperate for the friction, begging with your eyes the exact same way you did last night. I’m driving you right up to the edge until i drew a heavy orgasm out of you before your mind was even fully awake.

a high whimper tearing out of your throat as your body rides the heavy waves of pleasure rolling through your thighs. i didn't pull out. i stayed right there, keeping my fingers deep inside you while you shuddered, slowly licking away every drop of your mess so not a single bit went to waste.

when i finally crawl back up your body, you immediately wrap your arms tight around my neck, pulling me down against your chest, your heart hammering against my ribs.

"look at what you do to me" you whined into my shoulder, completely breathless. "i can't even think straight"

"good" i whispered, pressing kisses to your neck, your jaw, your swollen lips. "you don't need to think. I've got you."

i pull the heavy duvet over both of us, you curl right into my side, hooking one sore bruised thigh over my hip, burying your face into my neck like you couldn't get close enough to me.

my hand found its way back to your inner thigh, my fingers skimming lightly over the tender marks on your skin. you let out a long sigh, your breathing slowing down as the exhaustion took over again.

"we're staying in this bed all day" i whispered, running my fingers through your messy hair.

"mmm, good" you mumbled into my collarbone, already drifting right back to sleep, resting all your weight on me. "you're making me breakfast later, though."

"only if you stay right here and let me ruin and bite you all over again when you wake up."

"deal."

[serotoninandespresso]

I’ll see you again. when you realize you ____ me

A/n: feel pretty good about this, I still think it could be better. 3.1k~ words

Warnings: angst then comfort(?), male reader dies, infidelity, a/b/o (male reader has a scent and gets pregnant), unrequited love. That’s all I think, sorry if I missed any!

You lay on the floor, bleeding out, surprisingly you aren’t scare, although you grunt and write as the pain bloom and radiate from your wound. You’ve quietly accepted your fate. After all, why would you have thrown yourself in front of Jacaerys, your begrudging husband, if you weren’t prepared to die? By the grace of god, or fueled by the one sided love you had for your king, time had slowed. You offer thanks regardless, because it gave you a chance to fulfill another purpose in this life.

Jacaerys doesn’t realize what’s happening until he turns to see you holding your own against his would-be killer. Your stance unwavering, your hand so tightly wrapped around his neck your knuckles have turned white, and one can hear the faint crunch of crushed cartilage. He sees the knife buried in your chest and realizes, he’s too late. He noticed something changed in him, when he watched you tend to your duties as king consort. He found himself seeking your council and company. He never showed you more affection than he had prior, but something in him wanted to, begged him to shower you in it. He ignore it and treated you as he had, but found it harder and harder to regard you with indifference and cruelty.

Your smiles, gentle nods, and apologies when he would turn you away, claiming you’d overstayed your welcome, hurt and stung him more and more. He didn’t know what to call it, perhaps you had grown on him in a way he didn’t anticipate despite how much he swore he loathed you, that seemed like a reasonable explanation. He had shared your bed more than once until he his seed took and you carried his child. Perhaps being the father to your child, watching you dote on him and carry him with you around court had changed how he felt about you.

Not that any of it mattered now anyways, as your blood oozed from your wound, and stained your shirt and skin. His mind races and his heart aches, as the realization dawned on him. He loved you, was in love with you, it’s a shame he only realizes it now as your life ebbs from your body. When the knights had pried your hand off the regicidal man, you knees buckled and you fell to floor. Your hearing is shot, as your surroundings seem to become as loud as a jet engine, before shrinking to become as quiet as a mouse. Your vision drifts in and out, as you look around, finally finding purchase on Jacaerys angelic face. Even now he looks like he’s blessed, favored by the divine with the way the light behind, coats him in its brilliance. He drops to his knees next to you, tears spilling.

“Hah why are you crying Your Grace?” Your feeble hand reaches to cup his face, its stained red when you lift your hand. Your glossy eyes unfocus and stare confused at the rust colored liquid that now coats his face. “(Y/n) don’t-“ he stifles a sob. “Don’t speak the maesters are coming, they’ll patch you up.” He sounds like he’s trying to convince himself of it more than you. “I don’t think they’ll make it, Your Grace.” You say sadly, with a small smile on your face. “Please (y/n) call me Jacaerys, or Jace hmm?” He rubs your cheek, if you didn’t know better you’d say it was lovingly. He looks so forlorn. Has he fallen from grace to become human? A mortal who can’t demand anything, and must instead ask with ‘please’ and ‘thank you’s? You’d laugh if your life wasn’t currently draining out of you. “Jacaerys, don’t cry I know-” you cough, blood trickles from the corners of your mouth. “I know you only took me as your husband to fulfill your duty to the realm.” You laugh, it doesn’t sound fake but he can feel the bitterness of it sting and burn his soul. “Regardless of your reasons at least I was able to provide you with an heir yeah?” You offer as consolation. “I don’t care about that (y/n) I want you, I need you by my side.” He leans in his forehead pressed against yours. His forehead feels hot against yours, when had you started to cold sweat?

“Where is the maester?!” He turns and yells to his guards, they shake and stiffen, they’ve sent for him already but they know just as well as you do there’s little a maester can do now. They should’ve sent for the silent sisters instead. “You’ve never been one to lie Jacaerys….” You cough again, your blood is beginning to pool in your chest, and flood young lungs. “Please don’t start now.” You say, that weary smile, that you used to mask your anger and sorrows still firmly planted on your face. “You can finally be with Baela openly, you won’t have to hide anymore.” You say contentedly, you take solace in hoping he won’t be alone. In knowing he’ll have someone he truly wants by his side. Jacaerys eyes widen. How cruel, the gods had blessed Jacaerys with a spouse so loving and understanding he’d turn a blind to his affair. A spouse who understood his affections only served to sicken his King. He couldn’t make his King happy, and thus resigned to allow this extramarital affair to continue in his own home, willing to sacrifice his own happiness if it meant Jacaerys could be happy. The gods had blessed Jacaerys and he ventured, they had cursed you. Cursed you with a spouse so unbecoming he would lay with another in the bed the two of you were meant to share, and so blind to you he didn’t have even an inkling that you knew, and just watched as he paraded her around.

You’d known where his heart was and who it belonged to since the day the two of you married. You’d wanted to surprise him in his room before the wedding. Right before you could open the door you heard her voice. “Jacaerys we cannot do this! It would bring (y/n) dishonor and shame! Does he truly deserve this?” Baela pleaded. You could barely hear the sound of a belt clinking against the ground, before the sound of a dress unzipping came through. “You know as well as I do, that I loathe him. I have a duty to fulfill as does he. I must marry him and he must provide me an heir.” Jacaerys says coldly, already over speaking about you, when all he wants is already in front of him. “Stop speaking of that filth.” Your hand shoots up to cover your mouth before any sound can come out. You can hear her gasping as Jacaerys presses audible wet kisses to her. “I wish to ravish you, as I’ve done, as I will continue to do even after this finger bears that wretched ring.” Is the last thing you heard before you backed away from the door, and ran to your room. The lacrymal crystals that fall from your eyes burn and sting, more than the shame you feel. Ashamed that you ran instead of confronting him, instead of feeling angry at his infidelity you wanted to win his affection. Ashamed that you could’ve ran, escaped from your fate and a loveless marriage. Yet you chose to stay, to fulfill your duty, because you loved him; how foolish you were, truly. Should you have believed Jacaerys when he said he wanted this despite how apparent his discontent was in his derisive gaze and in his scent? Would things be different if you denied his proposal? Your mind swirls thinking of all the ‘what if’s’. You’re drowning in a sea of disappointment and grief, and you bitterly realize you’re all alone. The one person you thought you could count on to pull you out, to save you from the growing abyss in you, isn’t coming to rescue you. No, in fact after everything and what you’d heard you’re sure he’d want you to fall in deeper, hopefully never to be seen again.

“You’re still crying Jacaerys. Please don’t mourn me.” You coddle his face, it makes his tears fall harder, even now as you lay dying all you want to do is comfort him. “I’ve served my purpose right? That should at least make you a bit happy yeah?” You cough and reach higher to tussle his hair, your blood now seeping into the legs of his pants where he kneels beside you. “No (y/n) you’re wrong! You-“ he freezes when you place a sanguine covered finger to his lips, staining it red. “I heard you that day, with Baela. I’ve” you groan and wince. “Since made peace with it.” Even now you still keep that angelic smile on your face, your visage is burning into the very folds of Jacaerys’ mind. He’s sure to see your face everywhere he looks. “At least I get to be more than a footnote right?” You laugh, before it devolves into more coughing, your blood staining your formerly pristine shirt.

How ironic, Jacaerys forbade you from wearing the signature Targaryen black and red, and the first time he would see you in it is your funeral. He only now realizes how divine you would have looked in his house colors. “You’ve always been more than a footnote (y/n).” He cries, your brow furrows in confusion. “I know I wasn’t.” Your hand claps against his cheek, you intended it to be a slap but your strength eludes you. “But now I will be. In the royal history books right beside my name ‘father to King Aegon the second of his name, died protecting King Jacaerys Targaryen, his one and only love.’” Your eyes begin to dim, your voice is getting weaker. “His one and only love” hearing it from your mouth is painful, it’s a searing reminder, despite how awful Jacaerys has treated you, it was always him in your heart. “Jacaerys I feel so, so cold” you shiver. Jacaerys rips off his jacket and covers you, his eyes dart about the room as the maester still hasn’t arrived.

“What are the lot of you doing?! Bring the maester here now or I’ll have your head!” Jacaerys yells desperately, one of the guards leaves to do as his king commands, he turns his attention back to you. “Hey! Hey! (Y/n)! Don’t leave me…please” he cries, holding your figure close to his chest. The comforting sound of his heart beat faintly reaches your ears, you’d only heard it once, and yet it’s instantly recognizable. Despite having never spent another night in bed with you after you had become pregnant and gave birth, it’s still so painfully familiar to you, like a lullaby from your childhood. “Promise me you’ll love your next spouse hmm?” You cough again, your breathing becoming short quick gasps. “I was strong enough to bear your ire and the responsibilities of the crown but, I don’t know many else who are.” You say as tears finally cascade down your face. You’re dying, you realize there’s no point in holding on to that ache and resentment. “No! (Y/n) you will live! Please…how can I make things right if you aren’t by my side!” Jacaerys weeps. His tears feel as though they’re boiling with how cold you’ve become. “Promise me please Jacaerys.” Your eyes focus once more on his face, how cruel life is.

He’d always seemed like a god, divinity in its most undiluted form. So far removed from humanity, and their emotions. Unable to share in or experience even a fraction of the emotion and heartache humans do. Now that untouchable visage has fallen to wayside, crumbled and turned to a weepy mess, had he always had this side to him? You don’t know, you’d never been able, never allowed, to pull him down from the heavens, not in the way you assume Baela has. Would this sight be as shocking to her?

“You must live! I will love the way you deserve! How can I do that for you if you only persist in my memory?” The ichor continuing to fall from his eyes. “Ha Jacaerys…its unlike you to…be..joking at a time….like this…I almost…..believe you…” your voice trials off and fades. your hand falls from his face into the blood underneath you. “(Y/n)?” He softly questions. “(Y/n)?” He questions louder. “No no no! Wake up!” Jacaerys full on sobbing, his shoulders heave, and he takes shuddering breaths as he shakes your lifeless body. He pushes your hair back to get one last look in your eyes. He gasps in shock. The loving gaze you once held for him, and him alone, is empty, unfocused, devoid of light, cold. Jacaerys is weeping and wailing as the maester finally arrives, he’s holding your body so closely, your face fitted in the crook of his neck. He abhorred the feeling of your breath and lips on his neck, your touch in general, and now he weeps for it like a child for their mother, wanting nothing more than for you to embrace him. Embrace like you wanted to, like you had tried to, until he ordered you stop.

The silent sisters don’t even get see your body, much less touch it. It’s tended to, stripped, wiped clean, and prepared for your funeral progression all by Jacaerys’ hand. You’re dressed from top to bottom in Targaryen black and red, he pins a brooch in the shape of a three headed dragon to your jacket. Jacaerys cries as he takes you in. He can’t help but wonder how you would’ve reacted to being dressed like this? Would you squeal and jump for joy? Or would you cry from happiness?

Your funeral is held in Targaryen fashion like you would’ve wanted. “Dracarys Vermax.” His dragon hesitates, before finally craning its neck and incinerating your pyre. After your funeral when even the dust that remained is carried off by the wind, he sends Baela away, in unspoken exile, back to Driftmark. He’s unable to cope with your death, and her presence angers him. It’s not her fault, it’s not his either, not your death at least. His rationality is long gone turned to ash and scattered to the wind like you, his small council think he’s gone mad with grief.

The once lively King becomes something of a mute. Only speaking to the small council, never holding audiences unless absolutely necessary. His Hand now listens to the low born who turn up to the Red Keep with problems. The only one who doesn’t realize what his father is becoming is his son Aegon, his pride and joy. Jacaerys had never been an absent or neglectful father, but now he clings tightly, almost obsessively to Aegon, the last remaining piece of you he has. Jacaerys had failed you, and even while in the throes of death, his words and emotion couldn’t reach you. He refused to do the same to your son Aegon. He looks just like you, he has your silver-blond hair, cut short. His lovely adoring eyes mismatched, one lilac, the other brown, he is unquestionably the best of you and Jacaerys.

Jacaerys against the advice of his small council, never takes another spouse. He doesn’t care if the line of succession needs to be stronger. How could he? How could he even begin to entertain the thought of taking another spouse? You’re all he sees in the countless passing faces of strangers, he finds no reprieve in his sleep either. He wakes up agitated and aggrieved when he realizes where he is and remembers that you’re gone, that you’ve been gone for years now. He even begins to think he’s crazy when he smells your scent in his room. It brings him comfort, but he can’t help feeling like he’s being taunted by the gods, or whoever else, reminding him of what he’s had and lost.

It’s been decades and he still has the same habits. He still enters your old quarters, and inhales deeply, laying down on the bed, your bed, and pressing his face into the pillow you slept on. He feels a pang in his chest when he thinks back to face you made when he demanded the two of you have separate rooms. Your jaw clenched, and your scent soured, but you still had the strength to force your lips into smile and acquiesce to his demand, despite the anguish you felt. He now wanted to move all your possessions to his room, but was worried they’d stop smelling like you, and another piece, proof of your existence would disappear.

He can’t help but gush and sing your praises to your son. Never allowing him to forget you, regaling him with stories about you. Aegon feels as though he knows you, even though you passed when he was still much too young. He feels no resentment towards you, he knows how much you loved him. Aegon swears he can even feel your presence from time to time, when the air shifts and it smells like lavender and citrus he doesn’t know anyone with that scent, and yet he knows instinctively it’s yours, it’s you. You’re there watching over him, you’ve always been watching over him.

Even on Jacaerys’ own death bed, he has visions of you, visions that increase in frequency when Aegon, now reigning King, spends time with him. He sobs and babbles his apologizes, meant for you, for your ears, to his own son, who accepts them albeit confused. Aegon, his children, and his wife are by Jacaerys side when he takes his last breath, Aegon holds his hand, offering comforting words. As Jacaerys’ heart slows to a near stop, and his breathing turns shallow and hasty, before his eyes fail him, before he dies, the gods decide to bless him again.

You appear before him, bathed in a soft white light. You haven’t aged a day in the decades you’ve been gone, your wings stretch and spread to cover Jacaerys’ frail body. Your hand stretches out, wanting, waiting. “My love? Is it really you?” Jacaerys chokes out, tears bubbling in his eyes. Aegon follows his gaze but is met with the brick wall that sits across his father. He’s confused until he can smell that familiar lavender and citrus. Jacaerys uses the last of his strength to reach for your hand. “You’ve suffered a lot in my absence haven’t you darling?” You softly ask, golden tears begin to rim your waterline. Jacaerys doesn’t even need to respond as you grasp his hand and pull him into your arms.

Jacaerys hand drops to the side, he exhales for the last time. He has died surrounded by his family, as they sob, Aegon is the only one weeping with joy. He, and he alone, knows the truth of it.

His father has been reunited with his one true love, one that he parted from much too early.

[rubber-lena]

My new toy - the self feeding machine! That's right slut, today you're going to be strapped down hard and locked into this beautiful work of art that I built just for you! This will be just like previous force-feeding sessions you have *enjoyed* but with one key difference- YOU will be pulling your own strings to make the cups pour down into your funnel, so I can just sit back in the corner with your vibe remote whilst pleasuring myself as you completely humiliate myself for me 🫦 You'll earn one edge for each cup that you pull and you'll earn an orgasm on the last cup as this one is by far the worst, most disgusting thing you'll have swallowed to date and I want you thoroughly edged, trembling and desperate to come just before you pull the string on that nasty cup and you'll be forced to come just as the contents pour down into your helpless awaiting throat and you have to begin swallowing down like a good girl whilst you're coming uncontrollably at your own disgusting humiliation, knowing you are being corrupted at the same time to associate this gross degradation with P L E A S U R E 🌸 #edged #desperate #trembling #slopdolly #humiliation #forcedorgasm #forcedfeeding #grosskinks #kinkcorruption

[milkyhoneybee]

Having some cute thing with her hands tied behind her back, a gag in, bent over with her soft little tits hanging down with weighted clamps on her nipples, forced to buck her hips to fuck either a single ring of my thumb and forefinger, or fucking herself onto just one of my fingers until she finally manages to cum with no other stimulation other than me encouraging her to keep going and the swinging weights on her tits

[monstersholygrail]

Imagine being an Bartender in the free use city, customers giving double the tip *wink*

Working as a Bartender in the Free Use City was never really that bad of a gig. Sure, you got hit on more than the usual bartender and sometimes the lines got backed up because you were busy fucking someone, but all in all it wasn’t that bad.

One would think the night life in a Free Use City would get even more wild compared to the day life. But during your time here you quickly found it to be the opposite. As the sun set it seemed like the people began to calm. Probably growing tired from a busy day of fucking. But there were always a handful of monsters whose appetites were never quite filled…

A knock rings on the bar counter, immediately catching your attention. You wipe down a glass and put it away, turning toward the counter to see a Tentacle Monster waiting, an easy grin on his face.

“Can I just have a shot of tequila, sweet thing?” He asks, voice as smooth as silk and his tone dripping with the promise that he definitely doesn’t just want a shot.

You raise a brow at him but nod anyway. He was hot as fucking hell. If he wanted more than a shot you sure weren’t going to be the one to shoot him down. Your lips quirk to the side, mirroring his expression.

“Sure thing,” you murmur as you pour the drink.

The whole thing takes about three seconds of you pouring the drink and two seconds for you to pass it. Tentacle Monster doesn’t look away from your gaze as he picks up the glass and downs it with a single gulp. He puts it back down and the clang of glass on wood has you jumping, your every nerve aware of him.

His eyes simmer with lust and yours are just as dark with need. His tentacles shift restlessly. You notice the way they crawl toward you before they fall back as if they have a mind of their own and he has to restrain them.

“You know, you have provided me with such wonderful service. You deserve more than just a tip,” he rasps, leaning in closer to you.

It’s like you’re under his spell as you lean forward too. Neither of you stopping until you can smell the alcohol he just drank on his breath. For some reason it only turns you on further. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips and you can practically taste his drink.

“Like a double tip?”

Tentacle Monster chuckles, his smirk only widening as his eyes flicker over your features. Catching every little expression you make. Seeing the need written all over your face.

You cry out loudly, bucking wildly on the Tentacle Monster’s tentacles in the storage closet of the bar. Your eyes roll back as three of his slick lengths pump their way inside your holes, stretching you further than you thought you could take.

“T-this is definitely more than a double t-t-tip,” you stammer, the jostling of his tentacles breaking up your speech.

More of them curl around your waist and your arms, helping to slam you back down on his sensitive tentacles. He chuckles darkly, getting a deep satisfaction watching you become a mess on him.

“More than a double and more than the tip,” he growls out, picking up the pace.

You throw your head back, releasing a strangled scream of pleasure. You try and keep up with his frantic pace as much as you can but your body starts to shake as you grow closer to the edge. All you can do is sag against him and let him take you for the ride of your life. His tentacles reaching further inside of you than any monster in this city ever has before.

He makes a mess of your mind and your body, fucking you dumb and boneless. His tentacles are the only keeping your plush form upward as they tighten around your body and piston deep inside your tight heat. The second his tentacles suction onto your walls, stimulating your nerves in a way you swear nearly sends you to heaven, you’re coming all over him. Your body explodes in a euphoric haze of bliss and weak moans spill from your lips.

Tentacle Monster continues to thrust his tentacles deep within your core. Your hole clenches around his tentacles as he slips a few more smaller ones inside of you, body so sensitive but so eager. His movements grow more sloppy as you do and a second later he’s shooting his cum as far inside of you as his tentacles can reach. You moan as he fills you up even more, even spurt of cum has you twitching around him.

A lazy fucked out smile rests on your face. Even as Tentacle Monster loosens his hold and you smack down against his chest. Light airy giggles leave you and it takes all your strength to lift up a hand and wave.

“Hope you enjoyed my service here with you today, come again soon,” you mumble in your practiced customer service voice.

His tentacles pulse inside of you and you gasp, your body prickling with the desire that seems to grow in the room once more. You feel his tentacles tease at your skin and curl inside of you, turning you on all over again.

“Cum again you say?”

[monstersholygrail]

You crawl away, panting heavily as you leave the chaotic depths of the orgy going on in the Free Use City Office. Somehow you’ve managed to avoid being found with the Easter egg vibrator stuck snuggly in your tight hole.

But your jaw aches, your lips are swollen, and you don’t know how much more of this you can take without a release of your own.

That’s when a sudden shadow falls over you. Looking up, you see Minotaur Boss standing tall and proud before you. His suit in perfect condition and not a hair out of place.

You almost question if he’s been participating but you see the smallest drop of cum in the corner of his mouth before he licks it up with his fat tongue.

“You’ve been mighty generous this game, pet,” Minotaur Boss rasps.

He offers you his hand and you take it on unsteady legs, so turned on you fear you’ll pass out. Your boss’ eyes look over you and you can feel your body heat up even more at the attention.

“It’s not like you,” he adds, voice suspicious, eyes glimmering with triumph.

And he’s not exactly wrong either. Everyone in the office spoils you. If they’re not servicing you they’re just plain fucking you. In your time at the office you’ve barely ever had to get on your knees, so to speak. Now it’s come to bite you in the ass. You know you’ve been caught, there’s no use trying to deny it.

Still, you have to try as you start to fall back on your knees. But Minotaur Boss is quick to stop your little games. Squeezing your hand he pulls you back up and pushes you over a nearby desk. You cry out as your chest hits the cold desk.

Minotaur Boss kicks apart your legs, yanking off your pants before you can say a word. Anticipation curls in your belly as you wait for him to find it and you jump as his prickly tongue rolls over the length of you.

A shiver rolls through you as his tongue searches and probes your hole, igniting your nerves and making you gush with another wave of lust. He teases you like he knows the egg is already inside you and he’s just drawing it out, torturing you.

But he fucks you with his tongue like the beast he is, lapping at your core and drowning in your taste like he never wants to come up for air. He growls against you as you writhe against his mouth, grinding down on his face and taking what you need. Reaching back you grab his horns and ride him as rough as you can.

His clawed hands grip at your thick thighs and he pulls you down even harder on top of him, tongue swirling around every sensitive inch of you. Driving you higher and higher to your peak, your moans cutting through the sounds of the orgy behind you.

You cum hard on Minotaur Boss’ tongue, sparks shooting throughout your body as waves of pleasure leave you. The force of your release so strong it sends the egg vibrator shooting out of your hole. Before it can fall to the ground he swipes it from the air, a smug smirk on his face.

“Ahh. There it is,” he purrs before leaning in and giving your fluttering hole a gentle kiss.

A tingle of overstimulation zaps through you and you let out a cute little yelp as Minotaur Boss stands to his full height. Letting the aftershocks wash over you as he addresses the room.

“Looks like I’ve won. Now it’s time for my real prize.”

You look over your shoulder just as Bunny Secretary waltzes up and places the vibrator’s remote in Minotaur Boss’ claws. The rest of the room collectively sags in disappointment despite the lust in the air. All of them wishing they were the ones to have won you. But the only thing you can seem to focus on is your boss as he closes in on you.

And even though the office has the day off for the party, you know he’s about to put you to work.

[monstersholygrail]

Yandere!Brother’s Best Friend

Male Yandere x Fem!Reader ||

Your brothers best friend has been in love with you ever since you were kids. Silently pining for you and convinced you were creating coincidental run ins for years. What will happen when his car runs out of gas driving you back to campus and you two are stuck all alone?

Yandere!Brother’s Best Friend walks in to your home like it was his. It basically was given he’s been coming around since elementary school for sleepovers. He knows every inch and corner of this place like the back of his hand.

Some might call him an expert on everything to go with your family. But he’d argue he’s an expert on the only thing that matters. You. His best friend’s little sister.

Way back then he was what you’d look at as the trouble kid. Meanwhile your brother was the shiny teachers pet. So naturally their teacher pushed the two together. Thinking your brother might be a good influence or something.

Originally he didn’t plan on sticking around for long. He’d humor the teacher and play along with your parents but it didn’t mean anything. A way to waste time. But then he came over and you offered to share some of your fruit with him.

He’s kinda been gone for you ever since.

“What’re you still going here, freak? Waiting to see me?” He asks you cheekily as he passes you by on the couch from his way in. Reaching down he playfully ruffles your hair and laughs as you try to swat at him.

Just like every week you two go through the same motions. Every time he comes over to see your brother you’re always on the couch. Despite spending most of your time in your room he always finds you here when coming over at the same time every week.

Almost as if you’re waiting for him. At least that’s what he tells himself. Nothing else would make sense based off your college schedule that he’s now since memorized. Even with college courses and work you still somehow make time for him. You must feel the same way.

“You wish! I’m just waiting for my ride to take me back to campus, then I’ll be out of your hair,” you tease back ironically. But your response has his heart dropping into his stomach.

He just got here, you can’t go now. It’s been days since he last raw you, his own work schedule keeping him from dropping everything and following you around like a lovesickfool. He had to provide for you and spoil you somehow.

Leaning over the back of the couch he peers at your profile, noting the way you tense up and purposefully avoid meeting his gaze. Like you’re waiting for him to do something about it. Hoping he gives the reaction you might be craving.

“That’s such a waste when I’m already here. Call ‘em and cancel. I’ll drive you back,” he offers casually while on the inside he’s nearly buzzing out of his skin.

You resist the urge to look over and meet his eye, knowing his face would be way too close to yours if you did. Making it harder to resist him. The idea of him taking you home instead is an intriguing offer. One you can’t help but want to accept despite everything in your head telling you otherwise.

Peaking up at him through your lashes he looks as infuriatingly perfect as always. What you’re unable to see is the excitement coursing through his veins or the thrill of success thrumming in his chest. So you try to appear as nonchalant as he seems to be.

“Alright, fine, if you’re gonna be so pushy about it,” you respond like you couldn’t care if he does or doesn’t drive you back.

Not wanting to look too eager you force yourself to wait a few minutes before cancelling your ride. Because you’re not, obviously. You couldn’t care less.

And that decision somehow leads to you being stuck on the side of the roar at night after Yan!BBF ran out of gas halfway through the ride. Now you’re holding a flashlight from your dying phone onto his trunk as he rummages around trying to look for the can of gas he swore he kept in his car.

“We’re gonna have to call a service, I don’t have any gas in here and I don’t think there’s a station around for miles,” he explains, flashing you a sheepish smile from over his shoulder.

“I never would’ve been in this situation if I just went with my original ride,” you complain through a long groan as you turn your back to him. A shiver runs through your body as you fight the chill in the air, rubbing your arms to try and warm yourself.

Seriously, there’s no way you can even look at him right now. Yet from the corner of your eye you see him snap back up to full height and look over at your words.

“Sure, sure… would’ve been a lot less fun though,” he muses, his voice getting closer till it’s right against your ear. His words trying not to sound panicked at the thought of you preferring someone else.

“What the hell is fun about this?” You grumble, a pout playing on your lips. Feeling the warmth of his presence you subtly lean back into him.

In the blink of an eye Yan!BBF has you in the back seat, back arched, and rising his dick like your life depends on it. His girth plows through your slick velvety walls, molding your hole to the shape of him.

The wet slapping of bodies echos throughout the car and your panting breaths fog up the windows, giving you both a weak sense of privacy and an obvious explanation over what’s happening inside.

“How you likin’ THIS ride, babygirl?” He breathes out heavily, nails digging into your thighs, marking up your skin.

Using his hold he starts picking up the pace until you scream out in response. That annoying smirk of his plays on his lips.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

The ecstasy is blinding as you guides you up and down his big dick, the force causing the car to rock with his thrusts. Every time he bottoms out inside you, you can feel his angry throbbing tip kiss at your cervix, pushing the barriers of your sex and stretching you out further than you thought possible.

Gasps tears at your chest from one sensation rocking through your frame and the next. You can’t keep up with his hands that are worshipping your body like it’s all he’s been waiting for.

Or his mouth as he sucks dark purple bruises along your throat and chest. Making sure that any college boy can see you’re clearly taken.

“Try and talk now, honey. There ain’t nothin’ to complain about here,” he growls against your throat.

Broken babbles jumble out of your mouth as you try to fight and talk back but nothing sensible comes out. A smirk curls at the corner of his mouth as he actually starts mocking you. Mirroring your hopeless attempts at managing words through your noises of pleasure.

You immediately whine, tears pricking at your eyes. You wish you could hit him where it hurts by sliding right off his lap and denying him going any further. But the idea of stopping right now may break you completely.

So you do all you can and clamp down hard, rhythmically moving in time with when you go up and down his length. His choked moan and the way his smile drops brings you a sense of great satisfaction.

“That’s right, keep milking me nice and good. I can take it,” he grits out even as his balls tighten with the need to cum. He’ll hold off for as long as he has to.

Reaching between your bodies he delivers the most cruel and glorious form of payback as he finds your clit and flicks the sensitive bean over and over in time with his thrusts. Your body lurches forward into his chest.

Dammit. You wanted to torture him a little longer but the brutal slapping of his hips against yours and the way he works your clit sends you crashing over the edge. You scream his name as you clench around him, your body shaking with the force of your release.

He follows right after you, burying himself to the hilt and finally letting go. Marking you full with his cum until it creates a thick white ring around where your bodies are joined.

From that night on it becomes routine for Yan!BFF to drive you the decent distance between school and your family home. Just as it became routine to stop halfway through to… fill up… on gas.

So that no accident like that first night ever happens again. And totally not so that he can pound your pussy into oblivion for hours on end, get his weekly fix of you, and mark you up enough so that everyone knows you’re fully claimed.

[lesbiantopia]

[teazdndenied]

“Please, please, please??”, Sadie begged her new roommates. She was so desperate, so wildly turned on, that if they kept this up much longer she was certain she was going to lose her mind.

“Please what, baby?,” Kelly’s voice teased in her ear.

“Oh god, please…. please more? But please, don’t stop this time??”

“More what?,” Ally teased. “More…. of this?”

Her mouth descended down the curve of Sadie’s breast, tongue swirling around her aching nipple before drawing it into her mouth and suckling gently.

Kelly grinned as their new roommate’s head fell back in pleasure as she thrust her breast toward Ally’s mouth, her voice whimpering, “I c-cant…. I can’t take anymore of this. Please?? Please let me cum??”

The two vixens had been sensually working over their new roomie for hours, their lips, tongues and fingertips playing her body masterfully, repeatedly working Sadie into a quivering, erotic frenzy only to stop…. and let her cool down just long enough for them to resume their erotic torment. By now Sadie had been brought to the brink of orgasm and denied release so many times that she was on the verge of a meltdown.

In an innocent voice Kelly teased, “Aww, you can’t take anymore? Does that mean you want us to stop? But baby, your pussy is absolutely soaked…. don’t you want to feel my tongue on it again?…. hmm?… Sadie, sweetheart, think about it… your poor, sweet pussy… it wants attention so bad… don’t you want me to lick it some more for you?”

Nearly sobbing, Sadie pleaded, “More than anything in the world! But, my god please?? Don’t stop this time?! Please?? Please let me cum?!”

Chuckling softly Kelly teased, “Such a needy girl.” Already her mouth was descending Sadie’s body once more, settling in between her hot, silky, quivering thighs.

All it took was one long… soft… slow…. lick of her tongue along her dewy folds and Sadie emitted a whine of need so desperate it made her tormentors purr with lust.

As Kelly’s mouth skillfully lavished her pussy with more pleasure, Ally focused on her soft, heaving breasts, rhythmically and hungrily suckling one while her fingertips toyed with the nipple of the other.

Sadie was nearly incoherent with pleasure and her desperate need for release. Her body was shaking with need as she felt herself yet again being brought closer and closer to the edge.

“Please?? I’m begging you, don’t stop this time?! I’ll do anything you want… just please, let me cum?!”

Both women stopped at the sound of her pleas, their eyes meeting as they nodded subtly to one another.

Kissing Sadie’s pussy lovingly Kelly purred, “Aww, is it that bad, baby? Do you really need it that bad?”

“Yessss…..”

“Aww, we’re sorry, Sadie. We had no idea we had you so… worked up. But, were you serious? Would you really do… anything… if we were to let you cum?”, Ally asked.

She paused, but weakly whimpered, “Y-yes, I would….”

“Mmm, do you know what would be insanely hot, Sadie? If when we made you cum…. we had you tied down. Have you ever cum like that before, baby?”

Her eyes widened as she looked at Kelly, eventually managing to weakly answer, “No.”

Now it was Ally adding, “Oh honey, really? Never? Sweetie, you really have to try it… it’s so crazy hot. When you’re tied down it’s like all your senses become ultra alive, and since you’re helpless and can’t do anything about it you have no choice but to just surrender to all the pleasure…..”

“Oh god…,” Sadie whimpered.

“So when we make you cum… and cum…. and cum…. it’s like you’re on the wildest, most erotic, most pleasurable ride of your life…”, Kelly explained.

“Please???,” Sadie whined, the mere description of what they were saying nearly more than she could take.

“Is that what you want, baby?…. hmm?….,” Ally teased. “Do you want Kelly and to tie you down and make you cum like that?”

“Yessss! Please, I want that so bad!”

“Mmm, of course we will, honey….”

“Just come with us, we know just what you need, Sadie….”

***********

Moments later she found herself bound to their bed, limbs spread and secured to the bedposts. But, to her dismay, even an hour later Sadie had yet to experience her first wave of relief.

Instead, her need for an orgasm was more agonizing than ever. And with a ballgag now secured into her mouth to silence her pleas even begging was no longer an option for her.

With Ally stretched out along one side of her sucking on a nipple, Kelly on the other side doing the same, Sadie’s hips quivered and writhed in search of attention. Instead, all she felt were gentle, feathery light caresses along her trembling inner thighs, cruelly close to her dripping, aching pussy that for the moment was being denied any attention at all.

“I know, baby,” Ally purred. “It’s not fair, is it? You wanna cum so bad, don’t you? You will sweetie, we promise…. honest. But, there’s no need for us to be in a hurry….”

They both heard what sounded like a sob of frustration come from behind the ballgag, causing them both to smile softly.

“It’s just that the longer you wait… and the more you want it… the better it will be for you when you eventually get it,” Kelly added. “And baby, we’re going to make sure it’s so, soo, sooo good for you.”

“So just lie back and relax, Sadie…. don’t be in such a rush. After all, we have all the time in the world….”

“….and I think you’re going to find this next part to be really hot…. like, crazy hot…”

Sadie’s eyes widened when she saw her two tormentors each produce a long, soft feather in each of their hands. She shook her head from side to side, moaned in to her gag, and her body began to strain and pull uselessly against her bonds.

“Relax baby, they’re just soft… innocent… feathers….”

“They can’t hurt you, we promise…”

Twenty minutes later Sadie’s body was quivering and trembling uncontrollably as Ally skillfully swirled and stroked a feather around each of her nipples, while Kelly wickedly used one of hers to lightly feather her pussy while the other circled and teased her swollen, pulsing clit.

With their captive now nearly delirious from sensation overload, Kelly calmly said to her, “I know, right? See, it’s so hot, isn’t it? Wanna know the really crazy part though? Even though it feels sooo good, it’s like…. it’s never quite enough. The sensations are so light and delicate we could do this to you for hours and even though you’d feel like you were right there… almost about to cum…. you’d never, ever get there.”

Ally smiled at the sight of tears of frustration rolling down Sadie’s face, then leaning up she gently kissed them away. Stroking her hair soothingly, she cooed, “I know, baby… you’re so wet, so desperate to cum… we’re driving you crazy, aren’t we? It’ll be ok though, eventually we’re going to let you cum, we promise…. and when we do, oh honey, it’s gonna be crazy for you, just wait and see…”

Bravely, Sadie managed to nod her head, causing Ally to smile and murmur, “Good girl….”

“But until then, you can’t begin to imagine how much fun we’re going to have with you,” Kelly teased.

And with that Sadie whimpered helplessly as she heard the whirring sound of two vibrators coming to life…..

[chibi-tokki]

zuko tries to hold out, the poor thing, he truly does but when he has you on your stomach, hips propped up with a pillow, he loses it a little bit. his hands on your waist tighten as he ruts faster, the pleasure shooting through him as he fucks your sopping cunt. you’re done, spent through and through, given all control to your husband as he desperately chases his own release but he wants just one more from you. another orgasm to rip through you as you clench on his cock to have him cumming with you but as you tilt your hips higher, and reach back to pull your cheeks apart to have the lewd display of him fucking in and out of you fully visible he loses all sense of control.

his movements stutter, his voice trembling with heavy breaths. “ohh fuck- spirits, i-“ he can’t look away, too entranced on the way you suck him in, the white cream that rings the base of his cock, the way your ass ripples with each thrust.

“sweetheart, i’m gonna-“ he can’t even make it through the sentence before he is stilling in you, cumming so heavy and deep you feel warmth fill your belly. you can feel him twitch inside you, emptying himself out to you. he never wants to leave the warmth of you, wants to live within you forever and ever and he does, to a certain extent, he lets himself soften within your gummy walls, lets his heart return to a normal rhythm, his skin to cool back into neutrality and then and only then does he slip from your heat. he watches as a mix of his and your cum oozes from within you, thick white globs sliding down your puffy lips. he should fuck it back inside, push it so deep within you that he knocks you up but instead he drags a finger through, collecting it on the tip of his index.

“open.” he instructs, lifting his hand towards your face as if he were presenting a sweet treat and not evidence of your debauchery. you follow his command opening your mouth to lick the digit clean. his chest tightens.

spirits, he loves you.

[milkyhoneybee]

I wish my nipples were even bigger and even more sensitive and even having them brush against the inside of my top made me so horny it was genuinely hard to think

and I wish that my friends knew and they thought it was hilarious/hot that they could just casually rub them and see me become a drooling, wet, stupid mess

Like, mid conversation they start just rubbing super gently and I can continue a bit but then they give a good squeeze and I physically can't restrain myself from moaning and leaning into it

As long as they keep playing with my nipples, they can do anything to me and I won't be able to resist. Someone sucks on them for a bit and I'm grinding and humping against them, mindless

They strip me, put nipple suckers on me, attach some weights to those, tie my hands behind my back so I can't get them off, and watch me shake as I deal with how horny I get every time I move even a bit. They might pull me over, slide a cock or fingers inside me, fuck me and make my tits bounce, or they just slap them to make me moan and drool from the stimulation...

Maybe they even attach vibrators onto the suckers, and watch me cum my brains out for a while... They could do anything they want to me as long as my nipples stay stimulated

By the time they finally take pity on me, it's been hours (or even days, maybe months?) and my nipples are so swollen and sensitive, they're super stretched out and thick, the air on them makes me cum so hard I collapse, and it's another half hour before I can even register I'm in some shady adult shop, with one of those massive special order super thick monster dildos inside me, and my friend who took me there told me they thought it was hot/funny that they were able to shove me down onto it with no resistance because of how stupid I get from my teats

I realise then that I'm wearing a collar and leash, and my friend is handing it over to the shady owner of the store, who says they're looking forward to trying out all the different ways they and their customers can think of to keep me an empty-headed cow whore, and before I can start to object, they stick a pair of wireless vibrating nipple rings on me and set them to the highest setting, and my brain melts as my tits take over

[analshitscat]

[dummy-slt]

Hold my ass open and piss in it. Remind me I’m inferior 🥺

[misspiggyisback]

I don’t know who’s luckier

[blake078]

Girlfriend put to sleep with chloroform

[lovedumbg1rls-v3]

Just relax, you’re in good hands. All the men here are going to have so much fun with you tonight… yes all of them. Goodnight little one.

[sleepygiirl32]

I've been daydreaming about being fingered on a train ride.

Its a busy day and my train ride is going to be a while until I make it to my destination. Im wearing a dress that goes to my midthigh and Im on my way to my friends party. I get into the train car and scooch my way in where I now have to stand in front of a man in the corner at the end of the train and im sandwiched between him and the wall of the train car. I have my one hand overhead holding on to the bar to steady myself and my other hand is holding my bag so both my hands cant really move.

Everyone around is busy chatting w each other or have headphones on. Every now and again the train screeches a turn and the mans body squishes against mine from shoulder to pelvis and he always quickly apologizes but doesnt move back. at one point his body is just fully pressing me into the train car wall and i cant move with minutes going by. Im smaller so no one really sees me behind his siholoutte. I try to squirm away but I feel his hard on against my stomach and I cant tell if hes rubbing against me on purpose or if its the jostling. I feel his leg stand in between my legs, with his thigh rubbing my crotch and getting rough enough to rub against my clit. I feel my body getting warmed at the teasing of touches but I cant move anywhere in the packed train car. My breathing hitches as his thigh rubs and rubs and rubs at my vee and the train movements are making me hump his thigh over and over and over on accident. I push myself back against the wall but his thigh stays attached to my vee, lifting until Im on my tiptoes w his thigh holding me up and Im basically riding his thigh

then I feel his hand on my waist and he leans down to whisper, "Do you mind? Its easier to hold you than the bar. My stop is soon." I dont know how to respond with my mind in such a daze so I just nod, my thoughts a complete mess. He'll leave soon and I'll be free, I tell myself. But then the train jostles and his hand slides down to my hip, down to the hem of my dress and slides up underneath - now hes holding my waist from under my dress fully gripping my skin. I meet his eyes and he looks intrigued at me, pushing my limits on how much I'll let him get away with. Im breathing hard and still squirming under him and it makes him smirk for a moment. He takes that moment to slide his hand down into my underwear and I have to hide my face in his chest to keep from moaning as his fingers tease my soaked clit and entrance. I try to close my thighs but his thigh is holding them firmly open.

I can tell hes satisfied w how wet I am and then his fingers go inside and I release a moan and I feel him rumble a laugh as he leans down to speak into my ear "I knew you were a needy slut as soon as I saw you" and then he pushes me back against the train car wall and pushes a second finger in with his palm flush against my clit rolling and slowly goes in and out with a come here motion that drives me insane and I feel how wet I am dripping onto this strangers hands. I dont even notice Im holding onto him now, undecided with pushing him away and keeping him close as a shield. Im so scared of someone catching us with his fingers inside me and its making me clench more around his fingers, making everything feel ten times better.

his fingers are working me in the right spot and fear grips me as I start to feel an orgasm building. "s-s-stopp," I whimper, afraid if someone hearing me cum, and all of a sudden his fingers stop moving inside me and his body lifts from mine, cold air rushing in where his body heat was and I almost start crying from how needy I am before I realize that he listened to me. I look up at him w tears in my eyes and a whine in my voice, still feeling his fingers in me. He leans down "If you want to cum you have to say you want me to make you cum" I shudder and curse bc I know its wrong and I feel so ashamed at how much I need him to make me orgasm but I cant think straight so I nod at him and he tsk tsks me. "Use your fucking words."

I moan and almost start crying as I lean up to say to this stranger "p-p-please make me cum" and as soon as the words are out hes pressing up against me again and relentlessly fingering me with his palm on my clit and my eyes roll to the back of my head as he rips an orgasm out of my body w his fingers and Im squirming as I start dripping down his hands and biting my lip to keep from moaning too loudly. The man laughs as the train pulls to a stop and his fingers slide out of me. He tastes me on his fingers and growls. "Good girl" and he fixes my dress for me. "I'll see you around" he says louder and walks off the train, which confuses me further. Im standing there dazed as my senses are coming back to me, and finally notice I missed my stop. Shame and embarrassment flood me as I realize what just happened ... yet I feel so good still that I dont care. I reach in my purse for a tissue and- In my purse is the mans contact information in a card. I blush again and feel angry all over at him. I cant believe that I let that happen.

I get off the train at the next stop with wobbly legs and soaked thighs and a flush to my cheeks, trying to orient myself to get back on schedule

[sinst3r]