[doesn't understand jacking off] and I'm supposed to... touch my penis? [shaking my head and smiling, murmuring to myself] touching my own penis... [chuckles] what will they come up with next
its so good and so fucking embarrassing becasue you cant react in any way. but on the submissive side of things, we love watching your face completely change to that mischevous smile while you casually focus on your conversation but watch for our reaction
I just want to go camping. Sip from a beer a big bear is offering me, sitting in his lap while i sip. watching him fish, watching his arms flex while i imagine them around me, on me. maybe sucking him off while he does fish. Him teaching me things, and calling me a man when I do so..please let me be someones country mutt:< i have farm experience plsplspls.
I can't stop fucking thinking about the idea of my sir burning me with a cigarette or cigar.
He doesn't smoke, but he's certainly toyed with the idea of trying it once or twice.
and I keep having dreams about them smoking around me, and randomly burning my wrists, shoulders, thighs, even my collarbone
and i wake up like a MESS everytime, horny and unable to shake my desire.
At this point i want him to just buy the herbal ones online and torture me
(AND IF ANYONE REMEMBERS THIS SCENE FROM HEATHERS, WHERE JD BURNS HER IN THE CAR CAUSE SHE'S FREAKING OUT AFTER KILLING KURT AND RAM, YES I THINK ITS HOT AND THINK ABOUT IT NON FUCKING STOP)
this is like one ive had for a while now tbh so yea
under the cut cause its long af
Y/N is an ftm college student.
Your teacher stops you as you're packing up, gently putting a hand on your shoulder. It feels weird, but you brush off how strange it is.
"Are you...struggling in my class?"
You blink, cheeks tingling from embarassment. You...were struggling, yes. This class in particular was really kicking your ass and it was the only core you weren't passing.
"A little, sir."
Now, you weren't confused, per se. You just hated the work and were dodging it with everything in you.
"You aren't doing my work. You aren't doing any of it, actually. I've gotten ONE assignment from you this quarter." He got closer to you, his tall frame towering over your 5'5 one. "But I can help. See, I know you know what you're doing, and, well, let's just say I see your...potential."
You were starting to get flustered now. His hand still rested on your shoulder and it was making you more than nervous.
"H-How are you going to help me, Professor...?"
He grinned, almost mischievously. "A little bit of...study encouragement should do you well. And the better you do with my...extra credit, the higher your grade will go." He was borderline whispering at this point, and you could feel his words forming a lump in your throat. "Why don't you come with me to my car, and we'll go someplace where I can help you?"
You looked around. There was no one there, no hints on the walls, no mysterious shoulder devil to encourage you. All you had was the slick in your boxers and a fluttering in your stomach giving you conflicting answers.
But you really needed to pass this class, so...
You followed him out the back door.
"Good answer. You're learning already."
The two of you walked to the parking lot in the dark, you stalking behind him like the victim you were about to be. His big black SUV beckoned you closer with promises of taboo, and you, endlessly gullible, hopped into the backseat.
Your professor got behind the wheel and pulled off.
You fidgeted in the back with the seatbelt, that lump in your throat ever present. You knew exactly what this was.
Sexual favors for good grades.
But god. As if something about his luscious curly hair, square frames and gorgeous body didn't make that feel more okay.
As he pulled into a different parking lot, some secluded one next to a church, you swallowed hard.
His seatbelt smacked against the side of the car with an obnoxiously loud clang that served only to remind you how fucked up this all is, like a stupid warning bell.
Your professor's strong hands snaked up your neck, past your adam's apple, up towards your chin and clamped around your jaw with the same imposition as a demerit.
"You've been so fucking bad in my class. I can't to make you earn these A's."
Your warm, blush covered face clenched tight under his rough grasp, waiting desperately for a command.
"Get on your hands and knees." He said sternly. His voice was so raspy and deep it was almost disorienting as it flooded through your ears and around your head.
You obeyed, politely, patiently, letting him guide you down by your chin. Your obedience came so naturally.
He really was a good teacher.
"First, I'll give you punishment. A smack on your filthy ass for every F, D, or C you've ever gotten in my class." He placed one, hard and fast, as an example of what was to come. "Then, you're going to ride me, show me that you know how to earn things from me. Make me forget how badly you failed. How low your semester grade is."
With every sentence, he laid another devastating blow to your ass, alternating sides to evenly spread that shameful redness.
You covered your mouth desperately, trying to stifle every taboo moan, yelp, and noise that came from the sensation. You shouldn't like this, you should get up and run NOW.
But you didn't.
You sat there and you took your consequence.
You sat on his cock and you earned your A+.
And that night, you layed on your bed.
Thinking, dazed, about how you'd earn your next one.
Taking a fat cock in your ass and struggling to ride it while they finger and rub your drippy cunt and cock, mocking you for how wet you get just from taking them in that hole. You agree. Reblog.
Jerking off a dumb boy over and over again making him repeatedly cum into my hand so I can rub his little mess into his hole and use it as lube when I breed him
Thinking about a species of monster that comes in pairs, meaning they mate in pairs as well. Identical, with one responsible for producing eggs and the other for the seed that fertilizes them. Picking out a mate with a nice, soft body and a warm breeding hole to stretch out with their long cocks that fit together so snugly and press against all of the right places. Perfect for rubbing your insides raw until you're spasming around them, making it that much easier to pack your stomach to the brim with eggs and the thick loads of cum that help move them along when you're milking it straight out of them.
Having two creatures who can't keep their hands off of you once they get you full of their spawn and will often mount you together just to feel your tight hole wrap around them again as they diligently try to hold back on doubling the clutch you're carrying. Admiring and holding up your huge, rounded stomach while they grind you down flat against their hips and eagerly wait for you to lay so they can immediately breed you big again.
Yeah…until they can’t get enough of your pleasure. When your thighs are shaking and you’re so sure you can’t possibly cum again but they’re above you cooing just one more. They said that last time didn’t they? It’s hard to remember, your brain is so far gone. Maybe you imagined it. And even when you thought you couldn’t, you’re cumming again. And you just look so fucking good when you cum.
Just one more baby okay? Just one more, you can do one more for me.
