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Times Up. The room is dim. Expensive furniture reduced to shapes in the darkness. The only sound besides your own breathing is a quiet hum from a digital timer mounted on the opposite wall. Red numerals glow in the gloom: 00:59:57.
Just under one hour.
"You're awake." The voice comes from somewhere near the door. You crane your neck, wrists already testing the leather restraints, and watch him step into the faint light. You don't know his face. But you recognize the way his eyes move over your body. Roaming. An inventory assessment.
He's carrying things. Metal glints.
"The rules are simple," he says, approaching the bed. His footsteps are unhurried. "When the timer hits zero, I undo the restraints. The door opens. You leave." He pauses at the edge of the mattress, looking down at you. "One small addition."
Cold metal touches your nipple. You gasp as he fastens the clamp, the bite sharp and immediate, radiating heat straight down to your core. The second clamp follows. You arch involuntarily, straining against the leather.
He produces a vibrator. Sleek. Expensive looking. You watch him lower it between your legs, watch the silicone part your folds and settle against your clit. He turns it on.
"Every time you cum, an hour gets added to the clock."
I can't get anything done.
I've been at my desk for three hours and I've written maybe four sentences because I can't stop touching my cock. It's been hard since I woke up. That kind of hard where it throbs against your stomach, where every shift in your chair reminds you it's there and it's not going away until you do something about it.
So I stroke it. Just for a second. Just to take the edge off. Except the edge doesn't come off. It gets worse. Now my hand is wrapped around it and I'm thrusting up into my fist, slow and lazy, pre leaking down my shaft, and I've completely lost whatever thought I had about the email I was writing. Doesn't matter. Nothing matters except the squeeze of my hand and the fact that it's not enough. My hand is never enough when I'm like this.
I need you. I need a slut who'll crawl under this desk and let me bury my cock in their mouth so I can finally think about something else. Or better yet, park you in my lap and let me work with my cock stuffed inside you. Just keeping it warm. Keeping it somewhere tight and wet so it shuts up and lets me focus. You don't even need to move. I just need to be in something. Something that clenches and reminds me it's there every time I shift my weight.
That's all I'm asking for. A place to put it. A good little cock sleeve who'll sit still and let me finish this fucking email.
Is that really so much to ask?
After Hours. You're halfway down the hall, a stack of graded midterms under one arm, a coffee going cold in your other hand, and you almost keep walking. His office door is closed, which isn't unusual. The professor holds office hours on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and students trickle in and out all afternoon with questions about citations and thesis statements and whether their C+ could maybe be reconsidered.
But it's Friday. And an unmistakable sound stops you mid-stride.
Muffled. A moan that someone is clearly trying to suppress. You freeze. Your shoes squeak on the linoleum and you hold your breath, convinced you gave yourself away, but nothing changes behind the door. Another moan, longer this time, followed by a low murmur that you recognize instantly as his voice. You've spent months listening to that voice lecture about modernist literature. You know its rhythms, its cadences, the way it drops when he's making a point he considers particularly important.
It's doing something very different right now.
Rotation. The blunt comes back to you. You take a long, slow drag, holding the smoke deep in your lungs until your head feels light and floaty. The edges of the room are getting soft, the low rumble of men’s laughter blending into the music. You pass it on, your fingers clumsy, your whole body humming with a pleasant buzz.
You just want more.
The next time the blunt comes around, the man next to you holds it just out of your reach. He’s got a lazy smirk on his face.
"You want another hit?" he asks, his voice a low drawl.
You nod, your eyes fixed on the thin trail of smoke curling towards the ceiling. You can almost taste it.
"Gotta earn it," another one chimes in from across the circle. "Make it worth it for us."
The Clearing. You’ve known about the place for months. A friend of a friend mentioned it at a party, half-laughing, as if she wasn’t sure she believed it herself. A spot in the woods outside town. Girls go there, she said, and men know to look for them. It’s not official. It’s not like there’s a signup sheet. You just go and wait for the worst to happen.
You laughed too. Called it a ghost story that suburban kids make up because they don’t have anything real to be afraid of.
Still, it stuck with you.
You went home that night and searched for it. Found a forum, then another, then a rabbit hole of firsthand accounts that made your face hot and your panties wet. Girls describing what happened to them in that clearing. How they walked in nervous and walked out ruined. That they didn’t see faces and didn’t exchange names. Hands just grabbed them from behind before they even heard footsteps.
At this point you’ve read every account at least twice. Some of them you’ve read while touching yourself, cumming with your hand over your mouth, imagining it was you on your knees in the dirt with a stranger’s cock down your throat.
Bring back porno theaters. I wanna take my mutuals there
Would you like to chew on my fingers while I rut my cum into you?
yes
REBLOG IF YOU WANT ANONS
Hit me across the face and call me your good little girl
Please DM your perviest desires so I can rub myself to them tonight
Whats the perviest thing youve cum to?
Tell me in my messages
Shoving random objects in your holes while I record you so I can show all my friends how dumb you are.
I love when you can clearly tell a young new porn actress is regretting all her life choices during a scene <3 they're being so much meaner and rougher than she had expected and she's so overwhelmed but she's stuck there letting it happen <3
I'll never forget this one I had seen years ago where a cute little thing was roughly pushed to her knees and she really gave it her all enthusiastically, trying to suck him so well and please him but he kept face fucking her instead, he forced her against the wall so he could just use her like a toy, she kept trying to cooperate and actively suck but at some point it became clear to her that he just wanted to hurt and break her, fuck he used her so brutally
later he still fucked her cunt so damn mercilessly god and the naive little thing kept trying to be good for him but it didn't fucking matter
it really seemed like he cared less about his physical pleasure than just giving her a really fucking bad time
by the middle of the video she was just crying and taking it
I felt so concerned for her and so bad but it also got me dripping wet and made me cum so hard
mhmmm i’m wet
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