Reading through your posts makes me so wet. I NEED to be roused from sleep with deep, rhythmic thrusts which speed up once you notice I’m awake, continuing on even after I cum multiple times. I want it to feel like an eternity until I lose my sense of time, drooling and broken after so many orgasms. After you finally show me mercy, I want to snuggle up against you chest, held in your arms, feeling protected and safe, as you caress my hair and give me little kisses, praising me and telling me how good I felt and what a good girl I am.
Also, it might be a little weird to ask this bc it’s my first ask, but can I be 📖 anon?
You need to get out of my head because how did you figure out my favorite fantasy 😫
Love how you put it into words too, thank you so much 💜
You lie there in bed, passed out after a long day. It’s sometime after midnight, and you’ve been asleep for a while now after scrolling tumblr and playing with yourself, as is your nightly routine. Your dreams are dirty, filled with fantasies of you being laud back on a table and eaten out, or railed from behind while some dream figure pulls your hair back and makes you moan out loud for them.
That’s probably why it took you longer than it usually would to realize a pair of hands up your t-shirt, groping your tits, or the cock sliding in between your thighs, getting nice and wet to slide inside of your pretty pussy. You feel yourself slowly slipping out of sleep as it enters all the way inside of you, touching all the way to your cervix before slowly sliding back out, then back in once again, making sure every inch is sucked in by your needy hole over and over again, catching a rhythm and speeding up.
You stir more, confused as to how it still feels like you’re dreaming, when you realize that I’m laying behind you, using your sleeping form like the perfect toy, making you take my cock completely. I realize you’ve woken up and I can finally be less subtle, pushing you off of your side so your face was in your pillow, speeding up my strokes while you lie there, starting to come to the beautiful realization that I couldn’t help myself next to your perfect body, and just had to enjoy myself. You feel my palms as they slide up your back, settling behind your neck to further press you into the pillow as my pace quickens, hearing you let out the sweetest moans for me with every thrust.
You feel my cock twitch inside of you as I pump a load of warm cum inside of you. You let out a muffled, but pleased moan into the pillow, now a little damp with your drool. You figured now that I had my fun, I can cuddle up next to you and we can both finally get some sleep, right? You quickly come to the realization that I’m not so easily satiated as I grab your hips while my cock slides out of you, flipping you onto your back so you can face me while I stroke myself over you. “God, I’m so sorry, baby… you looked so fucking perfect lying on your side… your curves, the way your shirt hugged against you… I just really needed this.” Before you get a chance to reply, I lean onto you, guiding my cock back into your dripping cunt and pushing it all the way back in while holding your hips. You let out a surprised yelp just before I force a kiss onto your lips, holding you against me while roughly pounding into you. You wrap your arms and legs around me, so sensitive from the first round but still needing more, kissing me back as our tongues explore the other’s mouth. My mouth moves from yours and kisses along your jawline every time my cock bottoms out inside of you, until I reach your neck, kissing and sucking and biting on your warm bare skin, leaving the prettiest marks, driven by your insatiable moans, starting to lose yourself to the pleasure, clenching around my cock as I cum again, this time waiting until you tighten around my cock as you reach your climax, cumming together as I continue forcing myself to pound into you, moaning harshly against your ear while you buck your hips into me, sensitive and vulnerable to my relentless pounding.
We go like this for hours, until you begin to see the sun start rising, peeking through the blinds and hitting your body, showing off sweat and glistening of my slick cum all over your body. You lie there, your hair a mess and your pillow holding a puddle of drool as I lay next to you, holding you gently in my arms, my cock still stuffing your twitching pussy, leaking our fluids out onto the sheets. We’ll eventually get around to changing them, but for the moment you catch your breath, trying to stop your legs from shaking, every single movement of your body magnified a thousand times with sensitivity, leaving you moaning gently. “You’re such a beautiful sight… all fucked out and cockdrunk, sweetie…” I whisper in your ear, brushing your hair to your side and kissing you as you finally pass out in my arms, breathing deeply as you drift off to sleep, eager for some much needed rest with your pretty boy.
thinkin about being so high that i fuck myself stupid on a dildo and pass out with it inside. when you find me in bed, wet cunt already stuffed, you obviously you pull the dildo out and fill me up with your cock instead.
but i’m so wet you can’t believe how easy it is to slowly push inside me. i stir softly, but don’t wake. and you can feel me hot around you, like im cockwarming you instead of that piece of plastic. you thrust slow and soft, watching my lips part as you start to feel good, but i don’t have a clue what you’re doing to me. with each thrust you get faster and more possessive, touching me more and more when you hear my moaning get a little bit louder with each thrust. you tell me i’m a slut for being so wet, and a good girl for being a slut. you’re using me and listening to me, feeling so good, using my body as you pleased, calling me a good wet ready slut for you.
then, you realize i’m still unconscious. my eyes are still fluttering closed, i don’t respond to your calls. i’m still asleep and drugged up - but i’m moaning even as you’re fucking me. i feel good even if i don’t know it, because your cock was inside of me and my body couldn’t help but react like this. like a slut, who’s been craving for cock all this time. it’s like i’m getting what i deserved.
and that’s when you realize i’m not going to stop you. i’m not even going to remember this happened. you could do anything you want to me, and i’d never know - but you knew, deep down even if i were to fully wake up and say no, i actually did want it. i wouldn’t be so wet and horny for you if i didn’t, right?
i don’t hear myself mewling and crying as you’re railing me, and calling me every single dirty and degrading name you’ve ever wanted to say. it’s so hard to stay awake, my mind still so high and my body so weak as you roughly force me to a better position to take your cock even deeper. i’m barely lucid, even as you twist my nipples and bend me over the bed, but you can hear my reactions and you make me moan and gasp. you could slap my ass and i’d stay delirious. my cunt pulses around you as you can feel your own orgasm building, and you’re gripping my hips and bruising me as you painfully and properly fuck me like i’m just your toy.
you choke me while cumming inside, and when you pull out you can hear me moan softly, but i’m still not awake. you take the dildo and rub it against my pussy before putting it inside me and plugging your cum inside me as you fuck it back into place deep inside my cunt, then quietly leave my room to let me sleep.
You’re on top of me, bouncing and grinding with my cock throbbing inside you. You started slow at first. Just long, drawn out movements, feeling every inch of my cock inside you while you watch my hands as they navigate your body. Sliding up your thighs. Grabbing your hips. Tracing your waist. I love the way you look down at your tits as I grab them and squeeze them together. It’s so fucking hot.
I move back down to your hips and just guide you on my cock. Whether that’s making you slide up and down it, or making you grind against me with my cock fully inside you. I fucking love the way you feel. And you know it. Between my moans and my words, you know how much I fucking crave you on top of me like this. I get so lost in everything when I’m inside you.
I pull you down towards me so your chest rests against mine. I slide my hands from your ass all the way up your back, eventually wrapping my arms around you and just holding you tightly against me as you grind your pussy up and down my cock. I can't get enough. I grab your face and pull you into my lips so I can kiss you. I love the feeling of your tongue on mine, but everything is so intense that we can hardly keep that up for long. We end up just resting our foreheads together, moaning and breathing heavily as we grind into each other.
I push you back upright, grab a handful of your ass, and make you start fucking me faster. I want more. I can’t get enough of you like this. I put my arms above my head and let you take over. It’s so hot watching you fuck yourself on my cock. Seeing if you slow back down or if you start getting faster. Just watching everything you do. It all feels so fucking good.
You grab my forearms and pin them down into the bed, using them as leverage to ride me as hard as you want to. I’m getting so close to cumming. I can feel it building, and I can tell you’re getting close as well. I’m torn between wanting to cum and wanting to keep this feeling going. “Fuck baby, if you keep this up, I’m going to fill you with cum. I don’t know if I’m ready,” I say as I grab your hips and try to slow you down. But you just grab my arms and put them back above my head, keeping the same pace you were before. “No, I don’t care, I want your cum baby. Give it to me.”
You wrap your hand around my neck and start riding my cock as hard as you can. You’re not holding back. You’re fully set on making me cum, and making yourself cum with me. “Fuuuuuck baby, I can’t. I can’t hold back. Fuuuuck," I say as my cock starts twitching inside you and my entire body shakes underneath you. My cum just pouring out deep inside your pussy. Moaning wildly. I’m practically leaving my body.
But you don’t let up, you just keep riding my cock, milking every last drop as you try to make yourself cum on it. You just have me pinned down by my neck, grinding, bouncing, whatever you need to make yourself cum all over me. Suddenly you're shaking on top of me and your pussy starts gripping my cock. It gets so intense so quickly that you can't even hold yourself up anymore. You just collapse down on top of me, moaning and shaking. I wrap my arms around you, holding you as waves of pleasure course through your body. You're just filled with cum and cock and shaking on top of me as I hold you tightly against me.
And I just keep holding you there, my cock still inside you, even after we both calm down and catch our breath. I'm just slowly grinding it into your pussy again and again so it stays hard because I'm not done with you yet. Not even close. I want to be on top this time. I want your hair wrapped around my fist and your ass clapping against me. I can't get that image out of my head. I can't stop thinking about it. I just can't get enough of you.
“Stop squirming or I’m going to pull out,” he growls into my ear. I whine softly, feeling my pussy clench down around his cock inside of me as I reluctantly keep still. He huffs softly against my neck and grabs the TV remote off the couch, turning up the volume on whatever inane movie is playing.
When he’d suggested we stream a movie for date night, I did not think I’d end up naked, seated on his lap, locked in his arms, and cockwarming him for the entire two hour long film. I checked out of the movie an hour ago, focusing only on the feeling of his long, hard cock filling my pussy so perfectly. But no matter how much I squirmed, begged, and wriggled around on his lap, he refused to fuck me or do anything other than lightly kiss my shoulder and stroke my arms.
Not even a few minutes later, I’m impatiently rocking my hips against him, feeling his hard cock brush up against my g-spot with every move. Small, breathless moans are escaping between my parted lips as I melt against him, eyes closing in pleasure and leaning the back of my head on his shoulder, letting my legs splay open on either side.
“You really can’t follow directions tonight, huh, darling?” He murmurs.
“Please, daddy, please I want you to fuck me,” I whimper, turning my neck to stare up at him beggingly.
“Nope, not until the movie is over,” he says mockingly, “Be good and maybe I’ll give you something to tide you over.” His fingers trail down my stomach, brushing softly against my pussy before retracting again. I whine and beg him, “Please, please, please touch me, daddy.”
He laughs softly in my ear, “You are such a perfect little whore. Can’t even keep your composure throughout a movie with daddy’s cock in your desperate little pussy.”
I can feel my pussy clenching around him at his words, and I know I’m dripping. His fingers brush lightly against my stomach again and he runs them down towards my pussy. I’m gasping and panting in anticipation, wanting him to do something, do anything to make the burning need inside of me go away for a little.
His fingers come to where we’re joined, collecting some of my wetness before he pulls them away and licks my essence off his fingers. “Fuck, darling, you always taste so sweet,” his voice is growly and I feel his cock jerk inside of me slightly. I whimper, the praise making me even hotter and wetter.
He fingers come back down to the apex of my thighs and he flicks my clit with the lightest touch. My back arches and I let out a broken moan and rock against him. The sharp pleasure shocks my system, making my head spin and lights flash in my vision.
“Good girl, you like that huh?” He murmurs softly as his fingers rub my clit softly without stopping. “Ah, fuck, yes, please daddy, it feels so good,” my voice is breathless and pitchy with pleasure. His doesn’t stop moving his fingers, stroking my clit in tight circles with varying speed and pressure, pushing my body closer and closer toward orgasm.
“Such a pretty girl, I can feel your tight pussy clenching around my cock. Fuck, you’re perfect, darling,” his praise is delivered with soft groans and growls as he plays with my body. I whine wordlessly, feeling my body moments away from shattering in a breathtaking orgasm.
“Come on, darling, cum all over my cock and on my fingers,” he murmurs, moving his fingers faster and harder against my pulsing clit. I moan as I feel the orgasm burning through my body, my pussy bearing down on his cock and pulsing rhythmically. I ride the wave of pleasure and hear his whispered praise in my ear, the combination of everything making me feel so warm and so loved.
“Good girl, just like that, cumming for me. So, so pretty when you fall apart, that’s it, that feels good huh?” He hums softly in my ear in approval, “Look at how drippy you are, darling, all that’s for me.”
My mind is spinning, thoughts floating away as the orgasm fades, leaving the most delicious, bone-settling haze and fullness. But he doesn’t stop playing with my clit, and slowly, the warmth fades and is replaced with a burning overstimulation that makes me cry out and squirm, my legs closing to protect my clit.
“Please, daddy, please it’s too much! I need a break!”
He laughs darkly in my ear. “Oh no, darling, no you don’t. You can take it, I know you can. Such a drippy little mess for me, your perfect pussy is so good around my cock.” His rips my legs apart, one hand holding me down while the other continues its assault on my clit.
I squeeze my eyes shut, my legs shaking as a second orgasm starts to build despite the overstimulation wracking my body. He’s merciless as he strums my clit effortlessly, the fullness of his cock combined with the relentless pleasure forcing my orgasm out of me. Stars light up in my vision and tears well up in my eyes as the painful pleasure makes my body go rigid and my pussy clench.
“Fuck, you’re so lovely when you fall apart like this. Good girl, keep cumming for daddy,” his voice seems to float around me, wrapping me up in an all-encompassing cloud of unbearable pleasure. I’m keening softly, letting out whimpering sobs as my body is pushed to its capacity.
“No more, please, no more,” my voice is small and desperate, my legs shaking and trying to close. I’m too cum-drunk to fight back properly and his fingers continue to brutalize me, pushing me toward another peak.
“One more, darling. I know you can do it, pretty girl, come on, let me feel your perfect little pussy fall apart one more time,” he coaxes me, the gentle words a shocking juxtaposition to his rough fingers and hard cock inside of me. He rolls my clit between his fingers and I whine.
Before long, a third orgasm crests inside of me, and I feel my pussy tighten around him again. This time, the pleasure is overwhelming and nerve-fraying. I’m incoherent as I moan and beg, babbling from overstimulation. He plays my body like an instrument and I feel my orgasm erupt, my pussy gushing around his cock, squirting my release.
“Good girl, perfect girl, squirt for daddy. That’s it, baby,” he kisses my neck as his fingers finally slow and stop their assault on my pulsing jewel. He pulls my boneless body off his cock, the feeling of it leaving my body making me whine softly with loss despite how thoroughly decimated I feel. My pussy is achingly empty as he wraps me up in his arms, pulling me close into his chest.
“You did so well, darling. So perfect for me,” he says, kissing the top of my head. I whimper softly and look up at his with bleary eyes, feeling his praise and love surround me. We sit together like this for a few moments, the room aglow with the TV screen still playing whatever stupid movie he’d put on to begin with. I’d almost drifted off in his arms when I feel him shift.
“Come on, darling. We have another thirty minutes left of the movie,” he purrs, smiling deviously at me. And so, I find myself seated on his cock again, my overstimulated pussy pulsing around his hardness, stuffed full, and head hazy with pleasure.
last night i got high with my friends and i couldn't stop thinking how would it be like if they both decided to use me💓
they would encourage me to take a hit after hit, asking me questions to keep me talking so i don't notice how they started touching my arms and naked thighs. they would smirk at each other and one of them would start kissing my neck and slowly move higher so he can insert his tongue into my mouth and sloppily make out with me. when i'd melt into a kiss too much, the second one would grab my jaw tightly and turn my face to him so harshly i'd moan. he'd kiss me so aggressively i'd have drool sliding down my chin. after they had assaulted my mouth by turns, one of their hands would go to massage my braless tits and the other would dive under my dress to tease my clothed pussy. it was such a sunny day, truly a waste not to wear a sundress.
"mmm, no, stop," i'd breathe out between kisses.
"come on, pretty. let it go. we just wanna play," he'd say while rubbing lazy circles on my clit. i'd sober up a little when i'd realise what's happening.
"guys, seriously, this joke is not funny." they'd grab both of my arms that i'd try to weakly push them off with. one hand would lower the dress strap to let out my naked breast, the other would raise my dress to get a better access to my pussy. i'd feel a finger entering me.
"hear that? that's how wet you are. so don't lie to us because we know how much you want it." he'd put his soaked fingers into my mouth. "moan for us nicely, okay?"
with a mouth sucking on both of my tits and me drooling around fingers in my mouth, i'd ruin my panties while my still clothed cunt came from my clit getting abused. still dazed from weed and the latest orgasm, they'd take off my clothes and get me on their lap, sandwiching me between their big chests. one of the dicks would penetrate me fully, without a warning and effortlessly because of my dripping, swollen cunt. he'd bounce me on his lap, bottoming out with every thrust while i hang on to his shoulders overwhelmed. after a few thrusts he'd pull out and suddenly i'd feel another dick going inside my pussy from behind. two violent thrusts, he'd pull out, and the first one would enter me again to give me out to the second one after a while. they would use my hole by turns, sharing it like it's nothing. they'd laugh when i start moaning and writhing out of their teasing, grabbing my ass and forcing me on their cocks.
when one of them becomes impatient, he'd lube up his fingers and whistle when they enter my asshole without a problem.
"how many dicks been in your ass already?" he'd ask, fingering my hole while i'm still being impaled on a cock.
"n-none," i'd moan out and he'd spank my ass roughly.
"don't lie, whore. only sluts have assholes this loose." he'd spit on my hole while the dick in my pussy was getting drenched from my juices.
"the bitch likes it! this pussy got so tight," would say the one ruining my cunt.
"the bitch likes being reminded what a whore she is?" he'd tug on my hair. "bet i don't even have to be gentle, then." he'd press the tip against my hole.
"no, please-"
"please what? please fuck me? please make me squirt? please ruin my little holes? stupid whore can't even say what she wants. don't worry, darling, gonna fuck you till you pass out."
when i'd finally have both of my cunt and ass filled, they'd find their perfect rhythm - while one dick is bottoming out, the other is pulling out, making sure i'm always filled with cock. an arm from behind would reach out for my neck, squeeze tightly and straighten my body, speeding up his thrusts.
"you like it, slut? like having two cocks inside you? sure you do, baby. nasty whores like you dream about having all of their holes filled with dick. say you're our set of holes made for our cocks." i'd mumble unntelligibly whatever they'd want to hear. "thank us nicely, toy, and cum on these cocks once more."
i'd cum over and over while they do with me whatever they want, hearing "this bitch is gone" and "i love when they go dumb".
they'd let me out for night bus, with panties absolutely drenched from their multiple loads dripping from both of my holes<3
You were in a somewhat riskier side of town. Down in this district there were more rowdy monsters milling about and very few humans. Originally coming to the area to meet up at a bar with a guy you'd been talking to on a dating app, you now sadly wander the streets after being stood up. It's late and incredibly dark. The few lampposts that overhang above the cracked sidewalks offer little illumination. The more you walk, crossed arms held tightly to your body, the more disheveled you become. Emotional from being stood up, and now panicked from being lost in this foreign neighbourhood, your eyes blur with tears threatening to spill out.
The light of your phone screen shines on your puffy tear-stained face as you frantically try to get service. Maybe then you could use the GPS or call for help. Scanning your surroundings you think you see a familiar landmark beside an alley that would lead you to the subway station, your ticket home. You speed around the corner as you study your phone, anxiously hoping to see cell reception bars pop back up. Too engulfed in your screen you slam into something large, falling back on your ass. Your phone clambers across the pavement. Rubbing your head you peer up to see the back of a 7 foot tall man.
He turns around with an irritated expression, looking directly behind him and being seemingly confused that there isn't someone standing there. Once his gaze drops down to find you sitting on the ground by his feet his face quickly contorts into a devious Cheshire-like grin.
This man turns out to be a hulking orc. He has olive-coloured skin, jet black gelled hair, and ivory tusks protruding from his lower lip. Dressed in dirty jeans and a white wife-beater tank, his muscular arms are on full display.
"Now what do we have here?"
You go to speak but produce a shocked squeak instead as the orc's massive hand grips your bicep, pulling you up to your feet in one smooth motion. His hold is tight, squeezing his fingers into your arm harshly. He eyes you up and down, looking more and more like a man starved who just happened upon their next meal. Wide eyed and stunned you stare back at him, frozen.
"Damnnn. She is fineeee."
"Nice catch Naz!"
Two more orcs approach from either side of the orc holding onto you who is apparently named Naz. Both orcs are similarly built to Naz's physique, strong and brutish. One sports a low ponytail and wears an unbuttoned collared shirt that exposes his scarred abs. The other has a low cut V-neck tee on, his defined pecs peaked out above the drooping neckline.
"Don't see many gorgeous human women 'round here. Much less ones that dress like that."
The ponytailed orc swipes at your skirt, admiring the bit of ass that peaks out from the movement of its fabric. You can tell the orc closest to you is looking down your low cut sweater, oogling at the sight of your tits. The three men surround you, forming a claustrophobic triangle. Overwhelmed and scared you remain as stiff as a board. It feels like your brain is short circuiting, unable to come up with a plan to get out of this mess you've gotten into.
"Guys look! She dropped her phone."
Waving it in the air the V-neck teed orc smiles.
"Boryk check if shes got any nudes in her photo album! Pretty little thing like her has gotta have some."
"Ya think so Rog?"
That is your final straw. You jerk your arm out of Naz's hold; he surprisingly gives no resistance to your escape. Turning on your heel, you shout at Boryk who's parading your phone around.
"Give that back!"
"Oh my, what a feisty one." Naz says before slapping your ass. You yelp, turning 180° to glare at him with reddened cheeks while backing away. You fumble backwards into Rog the ponytailed orc who grabs your hips, swaying them side to side.
"Why don't you relax a little love? Don't have to be such a stuck up bitch about it."
"I'm not a bitch!" You exclaim, fumming. Turning to burn holes with your eyes into the jackass manhandling you, you're met with a cocky grin before he shoves you away by your shoulders. Reeling back, you jolt as you feel Naz reach around you to clutch your boobs. He fondles them, each hand so large they easily engulf your whole tit. An involuntary moan escapes you.
Mortified, you stop squirming. The orcs pause for a moment, surprised by your reaction, only to then burst out into boisterous laughter. Rog and Boryk step closer while Naz holds you firmly, still playing with your boobs. A mess of hands caresses you. Body on fire you feel your tits squeezed, nipples pinched, stomach traced, thick fingers probe your mouth, and hands inching up your thigh.
You're being sexually assaulted in this dingy alleyway, and yet you feel a sense of shame building up as your panties grow a wet patch on them. You couldn't want this, right? You can't like being tossed around by these monstrous men, can you?
"I think we're gonna have some fun with you. Can't let an opportunity with a good slut like you go to waste now can we?"
"I-I'm n-not a slut." You weakly whimper.
"I think your pussy begs to differ."
Rog teasingly strokes his fingers against your clothed slit. Twitching, your back arches as his touch passes over your clit.
"Already this wet just from being pushed around by some strangers? You really are a whore."
"N-no I'm no-"
Interrupted, Rog's fingers coated with your slick are jammed into your mouth. You grunt, mouth full and unable to speak. Your juices taste sweet on your tongue causing you to drool around his digits.
God, how degrading.
"This bitch is sucking herself right off my fingers! She's basically begging to for it boys!"
"Who wants her pussy first?"
"Feeling her suck on my fingers is making me wonder how good her mouth would feel around my cock. You guys can fight over her other holes."
"I'll just watch for now. Maybe get her to jerk my dick while she's being skewered by y'all." Boryk replies.
"Sounds good to me. Now let's take off these pesky clothes."
Ripping your underwear and top to shreds, skirt thrown haphazardly on the dirty ground, they quickly strip you bare. You're shouting, writhing, wiggling, anything to get free, but nothing stops them. The streets are empty, and in this neighbourhood no one would dare put themselves in danger to come save you. They position you with your back over a trash can. Limbs held tight by the orcs at your head and feet, you're unable to fight back. Naz holds both your ankles in one hand as he unzips his pants, freeing his member. Straining your neck you look down your body, seeing how his giant cock stands stiff. It's easily the size of your forearm. He plops it down on your stomach, the angry red tip reaching your belly button. Panicked, you start to plead.
"Please please no, there's no way that'll fit, you'll tear me in two, please I can't handle that, you can't do this, oh god please don't plea-"
Your babbles are cut off by Rog tugging your head back by your hair before shoving his cock down your throat. The world is upside down, your head bent so far back it hurts. Tears stream down your face as your eyes water from the intrusion snaking down your throat.
"Shut the fuck up bitch."
Saliva pools in your mouth, slowly dripping across your cheeks and around your eyes. Rog simply chuckles at this. He adjusts his grip on your skull and starts to hump into your mouth. He groans in satisfaction; you gag as his tip bullies the back of your throat.
At your cunt you feel Naz rub his cock through your folds, gathering up your juices. Pussy tingling, he begins slowly pushing his dick into your sopping hole. You whine as you feel the stretch his girth is causing. It feels impossibly big; there's no way something that large is supposed to fit inside.
Naz , however, must think otherwise as his impatience gets the better of him. In one strong thrust he slams the rest of his dick inside you, all the way to the hilt. Naz and you let out ungodly moans. Choking on his cock, Rog hums in appreciation at the sensation your moans provide.
Mind starting to go blank, you see Boryk step up beside you with your phone in his hand. Pointing it towards you he says,
"Say 'I'm a good whore'!"
He snaps a picture of you filled by two cocks at once, the flash blinding you. You panic, knowing there's now a photo of you in such a depraved position that he could do what he pleases with. What if he sends it to friends and family in your contact list? What will they think of you? What if he sends it to all his friends for them to jerk off to later? What if he posts it online for strangers around the world to see?
Another pang of shame washes over you as you think: Would it be so bad if people saw I was whore?
Naz starts pumping into you at a punishing pace. Rhythmically pounding deep into your womb, he makes you go crazy. His length and girth are hitting that gummy spot deep inside you that you couldn't quite reach. The mix of pleasure and pain is palpable.
You're even starting to enjoy your throat being used like a fleshlight. The complete control Rog has over you is arousing. Boryk gets Rog to pass over one of your hands he had been restraining. He takes out his cock and forcibly pries open your fingers, wrapping them around himself. He fucks into your hand, holding it in place with one of his hands while the other records a video on your phone.
"Aww yeah. Fuck that feels good. How's it feel baby? Being reduced to a bunch of holes for us to get off." Boryk sneers condescendingly.
You hate it but your pussy clenches from his degrading words. Unfortunately, it doesn't go unnoticed either.
"Ha! Her cunt squeezed my dick reeeeal tight from that. This cumslut likes being used, don't ya?"
You try to defend yourself but gurgle on Rog's dick instead.
"Fuck, I need to feel inside her man. Let's move her, come on."
Finally you're able to breathe as the cocks leave all your holes. You should be happy to have a break, but you feel so empty. Clenching around nothing your pussy drips, waiting for more.
Handing over your body to Boryk, he lays on his back, aligning your hole with his hard cock. You brace yourself as he pulls you down onto him, except he doesn't fill your pussy. Howling as he fucks into you virgin asshole roughly, you fall back into his chest. The sensation is intense, stimulating places you didn't know existed. Before you can properly adjust, Naz slots his knees on either side of Boryk's legs, hands opening your thighs to get better access to your cunt. He resumes what he started before, fucking your poor pussy at a rapid speed. Two cocks rubbing against each other in both your holes turns you cockdrunk. Body limp, mind melting, all you can focus on is the pleasure coiling in your core.
When Rog tilts your head to the side, poking his dick in your face, you don't try to resist. Obediently opening your jaw, sticking out your tongue, you happily swallow his member. This time you even lick his shaft as he moves in and out of your mouth, earning you a gasp that makes you proud.
Maybe you are a bit of a slut. Normal people don't get wet from being abused and degraded like this. Normal people don't allow their mind to go blank, succumbing to the pleasure. Normal people don't get satisfaction from pleasing such vile men. Normal people don't want to be mercilessly filled with stranger's cocks. Normal people don't crave stranger's cum.
The ruthless fucking, all your holes being abused, tightens the insatiable feeling in your gut. It all becomes too much, pushing you over the edge into the most intense orgasm of your life. This sets off a chain reaction: your release makes your cunt spasm around Naz's cock, milking its cum into your needy womb. Boryk feels the swelling of it through your aching asshole, cumming inside it. The erotic scene pushes Rog into his orgasm. Pulling out, cum spurts all over your face and into your mouth.
There's a moment of shared heavy breathing as you all come down from that high. Eventually they retract, leaving only their seed left inside of you. You're pushed over haphazardly, tumbling like a ragdoll.
Lying fucked out on the cold concrete ground, dripping in sweat and cum, clothes ripped to pieces, you lazily look up at the three orcs. Tucking their dicks away, they leave down the alleyway. Boryk shouts back at you,
"Expect a call. I put your number into my phone for when I need a good cumdump."
A magic monster dildo. It gains power as you use it until eventually it can take its full form. In the middle of using it, suddenly it becomes an actual monster and starts fucking you.
The little out of the way oddities shop was a little rundown, but you'd been through this kind of place before. They always had that specific smell, depending on what was stocked it could be musty, a faint formaldehyde or even a perfume smell. But every one of them had it. This one had something even more odd, a heavy odour that was musty with a hint of petrichor. It was actually somewhat pleasant, and you wondered about the source. Eventually as you perused the random assortment of bones the shopkeeper popped out of the back.
"Hello there! I thought I heard the door. Are you looking for something specific or just browsing?" The stout older lady asked you with a smile.
"Oh, just looking for the odds and ends I'd like to add to my collection." You told her with a smile of your own, then pointed at a particular bone, "Is this a baculum?"
The lady perked up, "Why yes it is! Raccoon to be precise."
You two chatted about bones for a small while until she let you wander more, retreating once again to the back. You were looking at some small fertility figures when the lady came back out with a medium sized box, setting it on the counter beside you.
"Now it isn't everyone I show this to, but I thought it might interest you!" she said as she opened it, the dark wood lined with a deep green silk cushion. In the middle was a rather odd shaped phallus made from a deep grey transparent glass, the base complete with a rather generous pair of testicles. It was thick and textured with veins, and a slight S curve along the length making the end tipped upwards. The tip was obscured by a foreskin, the thickness making you wonder just what the shape would be.
Your mind started to wander to if it would be like a man's mushroom head, a flared horse cock, or a dog's conical tip. You snapped back as she kept talking.
"The last seller, an older lady come her from Germany, said she'd gotten it at an estate sale from a wealthy bloke whose wife had mysteriously disappeared some years before his death. This was one of the random things that had been in her wardrobe when it got sold off. She said only a truly curious person should have it, whatever that might have meant." She chuckled, and you smiled at her as she continued, "I suppose you're the first person to bring it to mind, what with the baculum bones and all. Would you consider adding it to your collection?"
"I... suppose it's piqued my interest. Did she ever say what it was made from?" You asked, staring at the impressively detailed odd cock.
"She said she thought it was crystal when she first got it, but I'd reckon this is some kind of coloured glass. Anyways, I'll tuck this at the register and let you browse more and mull this one over. Call me when you need me!" She breezed off, leaving you staring at the figurines without really looking at them.
Looking around you found the items that you wanted, bringing them to the register. When you rung out to decided why not, a random weird dick wasn't the weirdest thing in your house. It would get a really good laugh from some of your friends too.
Soon you were on your way home, everything tucked neatly in your passenger seat. You kept thinking about the cock, and as you unpacked things to your collection you left the wooden box for last.
Bringing it to your bed, you sat down and opened it, taking out what you essentially thought of as an old fashioned dildo. An expensive old fashioned dildo, this level of detail in glass would not have been cheap. You looked it over, your fingers rubbing along the smooth surface.
It wasn't quite as thick as your wrist, but it was as long as your forearm, and you weren't a small person. Tracing over the veins, you kept finding your mind wandering to just where it would hit you thrusting in and out. You decided after a quick clean it wouldn't hurt to try it out. Your weekend just started and you had no plans, a rare thing indeed. Time to enjoy yourself.
Once both you and the dildo were cleaned, you took your time with your fingers and your imagination to make yourself ready to take in the hard cock of some beast, you finally positioned the cock's head to push into your now wet pussy. As it slid into you slowly you moaned, the filling feeling unlike the other dildos you had. You were so close to cumming before it was fully inside of you, slowly pushing it in and out as it stretched your pussy delectably.
You shuddered as you finally buried it to the hilt, gasping with pleasure as you slide it out halfway and bury it back inside you. You started stroking your clit and fucking yourself with the dildo, enjoying the feeling of its curved and veins inside you.
You kept getting vague pictures of a large grey humanoid creature in your head as you plunged the dildo into you over again, like it was the one fucking you. This kept going as you started crying out, at last burying it inside you and arching off the bed. You squirted and tears came to your eyes, collapsing back onto the bed.
"Holy shit. I should have put a towel down." You remarked to yourself, laying there in surprise on your bed.
---
You eventually got enough energy to get up and clean up everything. After some food and some TV you found yourself back at your bed, thinking about the dildo again. It sat on your bedside table, as you looked at it you remembered the amazing orgasm you got the last time and wanted more.
Grabbing the dildo you decided it might be fun to ride it. Putting a towel down, you didn't really have to do much to make yourself ready, already wet with the memory from earlier. You lowered yourself on it, throwing your head back as you sank down. The filling feeling was just as good as the first time, and soon you were riding it full force.
Again images came to your mind, a little sharper as large grey hands held your hips, urging you to sink their cock deeper inside you, and you obliged. Slamming down on the cock you felt your need burst and your chest fell forwards, one hand moving the dildo in and out of you while the over arm prevented you from face planting into the bed.
You shuddered and squirted again, not quite ready to let this end you fucked yourself with the dildo a little more. Riding the last of your orgasm and pulling out the dildo you gave one last squirt, moaning into the bed.
Finally you stopped shaking so bad, slowly collapsing onto your side. With some embarrassment you realized you had drooled during that orgasm. Using the towel you wiped yourself as best as you could and crawled under the sheets, putting the dildo onto the bedside table and falling asleep.
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You woke up in the middle of the night, super horny after some hazy dreams with the grey creature and you fucking each other. You didn't even think as you grabbed the dildo and flipped onto your hands and knees, sinking your chest down. You moaned as you lubed up the head of the dildo with your wet pussy, slowly pushing it in. You didn't fully put it in, teasing yourself with only pushing it do far before sliding it until just the head was still inside, then slowly pushing it in just a bit further. As you did this you noticed it was nice and warm and almost felt like it was throbbing inside you. As it finally filled you all the way you let out a very loud "oh god yes, fuck me" and arched your back.
The next thing you knew two hands grabbed yours, bringing them behind your back. "What the-" you started as you were surprised, only to be cut off as one of the large hands held your arms in back behind your back and forced your face into the bed. Suddenly the dildo didn't quite feel like a dildo, it was definitely throbbing. You moaned as it slowly pulled out of you, a deep sound of pleasure coming from behind you. You gasp as it pushed back inside, the angle different and hitting you in all the right ways.
You couldn't stop your moaning as you started to get slowly fucked, a second hand on your hip holding you still. You were getting a slow burn, enjoying the way it felt building inside you. On the next pull back the cock was pulled out of you, and you made a sound of protest. When your arms were released you rolled onto your back, meaning to see what the devil had happened.
A large grey humanoid creature just as you had dreamed was already crawling on top of you, deep red eyes fixed on you. There was a pair of black curling rams horns coming from a thick head of black wavy hair, with goat-like ears and a nose and mouth between a human's and a goat's snout. The deep red eyes locked into yours as their large hands found your body.
With a gentle touch you were pushed down onto your back, a knee sliding between your legs to part them. You looked down to see a cock, the same shape as your dildo but definitely flesh, very erect between their legs.
Had you not taken the very same shape three times in the past twelve hours you would have been wary of this fitting.
A hand slipped under your leg and lifted it around the creature's hip, and their head broke your view of the cock that you wanted so badly as a mouth started playing with your nipple.
You moaned and instinctively put your arms around them, one hand burying in their hair on the back of their head and the other sliding down their back. You felt more than you heard the deep throaty sound come from them as you touched them, and found yourself enjoying whatever this was immensely.
Both your nipples were given thorough attention, but you wanted to feel that cock inside of you again. With the hand on the back of their head you slowly tightened your grip on their hair, bringing them up to look at you. Reaching your hand down, you found their cock and grasped it firmly, stroking it back and forth while biting your lip. This was apparently a universal enough signal and you got a growl from them. Shifting back to their knee between your legs you found yourself staring at the cock. Finally taking your hand and stroking it from the tip back you find your answer to what precisely was under the foreskin.
The tip was almost like a man's but a little more bulbous, and you moaned a bit as you remembered the slow burn from earlier. You guided the tip to your pussy, moaning as they pushed the tip in. Their hand came to your clit and started stroking, the other grabbing the bend of your knee and opening you up more to them. Between the quickening pace on your clit and the way they moved the tip of their cock just inside you, you wanted more.
You wanted to be fucked, and you didn't want it to be gentle. Looking into their eyes you heard yourself say, "Please fuck me. I need you to come inside me."
It was like a dam broke inside them, and their hand left your clit and grabbed your other leg. With both of them now your knees were pushed towards your chest, and now you were at their mercy. Bracing themselves on your bed you cried out as they pushed inside you with force.
They tipped their head back and closed their eyes, deep in your pussy and throbbing. You whimpered, wiggling beneath them. When they opened their eyes they pulled out and pushed inside your again, watching as you moan.
This continued with them picking up the pace until finally you were being properly fucked. You cried out and made sure they knew exactly when they did it just right, not wanting this to end.
As you were getting close they leaned back, hands on your legs to make sure they stayed open. They started fucking you and you cried out louder, grabbing the sheets as their cock slid in and out. They hit you just the right way with every stroke and you wanted more, hips moving to meet theirs, trying to bury their cock inside you even deeper. You were lost in the ecstasy, this creature filling you and fucking you and you started to orgasm.
You didn't start squirting until a few orgasms in, but they didn't stop burying their cock inside you, taking all your pleasure in and making you shudder under their intense stare.
You watched as they tilted their head back, grabbing your waist and jarring you with their next few strokes, bringing on another crashing orgasm as you felt their cock twitch and pulse inside you. You were being filled with cum and it made you orgasm harder, crying out "yes please fill me".
They groaned at your words, hips bucking a few more times against use as they bent forwards and laid their head on your chest, one hand on your hip and the other behind your head. You wrapped your legs around their hips and arms around their shoulders. You held onto them as you felt their body shudder as their cock kept pumping you full of cum. You kept holding them as you felt the last shudder of their entire body, and their cock stopped twitching. Still they stayed like this, and you didn't really mind.
You must have dozed off, because you woke up to no one with you in the bed. When you sat up you felt the dildo inside you. You slowly pulled it out and gush of cum came with it, followed by a steady drip. You looked at the dildo, the cum, the dildo and the cum again.
"You better come fuck me again, we're not done until I can't walk." You said, pouting at the dildo. It warmed and throbbed in your hand, making you smile and stroke it lovingly.
I like to imagine that someone would deceive me into meeting them at a hotel for sex.
I’d want them to restrain me to the bed with cuffs around my wrists and ankles so that I couldn’t move an inch. They’d gag and blindfold me so I couldn’t try and call for help and I wouldn’t be able to identify anyone.
They’d take a picture of me with my restrained legs wide open, displaying my most intimate parts for the taking, and would post an ad online. The hotel and room number would be given, and for a small fee, any man that wanted to could come rape me. They’d pimp me out, asking $5 to fuck my ass, $10 to fuck my pussy, or $12 for both. They’d charge an extra $5 to be able to fuck me without a condom and cum inside.
They’d rape my ass themselves until they were satisfied, and by the time they were done with me, other men would be on their way to the hotel and lining up to rape me.
There would be so many impatient men waiting for their turn that eventually two would be allowed to rape me at a time, and once my holes got stretched enough, eventually even three. I would stop being able to count how many times I’d been fucked, but the one making it all happen would keep track, and by the time the men that were showing up slowed down, the number would nearly be in triple digits.
My body and the bed would be a complete mess of sweat and cum, and only after I passed out would they release me from my bondage and take me to a new, clean hotel room to rest until I woke up the next day. And then the raping of my sore holes would start again…
I look up to see a sweet nurse smile at me and wave me over. I smile back at her and stand up from the waiting room chair, following her through the doors of the clinic. She leads me into a standard exam room and after giving me quick instructions to take off my clothes and get comfortable, she leaves me, promising the doctor will be here to see me shortly.
I look around the sterile room, taking in framed stock images tastefully arranged along the walls and the stack of various medical pamphlets about STDs and safe sex. I take a deep breath and start to undress. I’ve waited so long to come see this doctor and I’m not going to let my nerves get the best of me now. The doctor I’m here to see is a specialist in anorgasmia, the inability to orgasm.
I’ve never been able to achieve orgasm, no matter what I’ve tried. Numerous partners have tried, I’ve purchased countless toys and lubricants, even going as far as trying hypnosis. Nothing has worked and I had almost given up hope when I’d stumbled across this doctor and his specialty.
It took months for me to get an appointment, and the screening process was incredibly intensive. Apparently, he’s extremely selective in the patients he chooses to see so when I got the call that he was willing to fit me into his schedule, I was ecstatic. Maybe I can finally say goodbye to my inability to orgasm.
A soft knock at the door startles me and I watch as the doctor opens the door and steps into the room, letting the door swing shut behind him. He’s younger than I thought he’d be. I’d been picturing a middle-aged man, maybe with some greying hair and glasses. Instead, he’s handsome, fit, and I can see the sparkle in his eyes as he greets me cheerfully.
“Good afternoon! I’m sorry for the wait but I hope you’re comfortable! It is lovely to meet you.” His voice is smooth, comforting, and when I extend my hand out to shake his outstretched one, his touch is gentle but strong.
I smile back at him, feeling some of my previous anxiety fade away. “No worries at all, I’m happy to be here.”
I watch as he opens grabs a chair and sits in front of the computer, logging in to pull up my medical chart. “Now, let’s see here, you’re here for anorgasmia I see.” I feel my cheeks flush at the clinical way he’d said it and he catches my blush as he glances up from the computer screen.
He gives me a comforting smile, “Don’t be embarrassed. A lot more women experience anorgasmia than people think, and it’s something that we can fix. I promise, there is nothing to be embarrassed about here.”
I give him a small smile back, the sincerity in his words soothing me.
“Now, I know you filled out a very long questionnaire already and I’ve already reviewed that so we’re going to get right to a physical exam to start.” He pushes away from the computer and stands up, walking over to where I’m sitting on the exam table.
“Can you take off your bra and underwear for me, please?” I nod, steeling my nerves before following his instructions. My nipples immediately harden into peaks at the cold air of the exam room and I feel so exposed with my entire body naked in front of him.
He unhooks stirrups from the bottom of the exam table and clicks them into place. “Prop your feet into there for me and spread your legs,” his voice is purely professional and I do what he asks. Placing my feet into the stirrups leaves me completely exposed and a small shiver goes through me as cold air brushes against my core.
“Now lean back and look up at the ceiling for me. We’re going to start with just a simple physical exam to make sure everything is normal anatomically. Then, we’ll move on to a few other tests for sensation and sensitivity. If at any point you have questions or concerns, don’t hesitate to tell me, okay?” He looks at me with care and I nod back, feeling comforted by his words and clear attentiveness.
He rolls his chair to between my propped-up legs and takes a seat, facing me. “My hands are a little cold but don’t worry, we’ll warm up in no time.” I let out a gasp when his indeed cold hands come to rest on my thighs. His fingers are gentle as he brushes against my center, his movements confident as he pokes and prods around.
I stay still as I feel him gently pull me apart, letting cold air rush against my core and clit. I bite back a gasp at the sensation. I feel him press against my clit, maneuvering my clit hood out of the way to reveal the bud. A swipe of his finger against my exposed bundle of nerves makes me jolt and I let out a sharp gasp this time.
“Sorry! How did that feel?” He asks, his voice apologetic.
I take a second to gather myself before answering. “It felt intense. Good but almost a little overwhelming.”
“Hm, that’s good,” he says, “That means you have a fair amount of clitoral sensitivity. We’ll do a more in-depth examination later but it’s a good sign.”
I hear the scrape of his chair against the floor and glance up to see his standing. “I’m going to grab some lubricant and we’ll do an internal exam next.” I nod and watch as he squirts a dollop of lube onto his fingers.
He settles himself back in between my legs and I shiver at the cold feeling of the lube. He’s purely professional as he spreads the lube over me and slowly works a single finger into me. I bite my lip to tamp down any sounds I want to make.
“I’m going to test your g-spot next,” he says and I feel his finger crook upwards inside of me, brushing against the spongy clump of nerves inside of me. The sensation shoots through me and I led out a slow breath.
“That’s it, you’re doing really well. Tell me if anything hurts, okay?” His fingers scissor inside of me and I let out a soft whimper. “Does that feel good?” His voice comes out in a lower register than before. “Come on, use your words. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me how it feels.”
I whimper again, “Mm yes, it feels good.”
“Good, so you have no problems with vaginal arousal and lubrication,” he says, his voice almost a purr now. “Don’t hold back, we want to make sure you’re giving your full reaction to everything that’s happening to help me understand what’s happening here.”
At his words, I let out another whimper, feeling the slow drag of his fingers against the sensitive walls of my pussy. He presses his fingers against my g-spot again and my back arches as pleasure shoots through me.
“Tell me, is this level of sensitivity and sensation reflective of how you normally feel during intercourse?” I take a second to catch my breath and think before I answer him.
“I think so, I’m usually pretty sensitive to sensation, it just never seems to culminate into an orgasm. A lot of times, I get too overstimulated to continue and I can’t cum.”
“Hm, I see,” his voice takes on a more contemplative tone. He pulls his fingers out of me, and I almost want to whimper at the loss.
“Well, I have a few theories but I’m going to do a more hands-on test to get a clearer answer of what we’re dealing with here. Lie back for me and relax.”
I lean my head back, staring up at the ceiling of the room and I feel him walk away for a second. He reappears at my side for a moment, and suddenly, I feel something encircle my wrist and hear a click. I jerk in surprise, glancing down to see that he’d cuffed me down to the table. My eyes meet his and smiles at me.
“Don’t worry, this is just to keep you still during the examination. The less movement there is from you, the easier it is for me to do my job. If at any point, you feel uncomfortable, tell me and we’ll stop, okay?” His words soothe the panic that rose up in my chest at the idea of being restrained and I give my consent. He smiles at me and makes quick work of clicking my other wrist into a cuff. Next, my ankles are strapped down to the stirrups and my thighs held apart by more cuffs. There’s even one that goes around my waist to keep my torso still.
“Good, how do you feel? Are any of the restraints hurting you?”
I shake my head in response, “No, I’m okay.”
He smiles at me again and I watch him open a drawer from across the exam room. “We’re going to introduce some equipment to help me get a better gauge of what we’re dealing with here.” My eyes widen as I watch him pull out several industrial looking sex toys.
“Let’s start with clitoral stimulation,” he says, setting down the toys except for one. He shows me the toy, it looks almost like an electric toothbrush with a wider body and a very thin head. “This is a very precise vibrator. Most commercial vibrators people tend to purchase have a much larger surface area, which can be very good for folks who are highly sensitive in all areas, but it doesn’t offer much precision in targeting specific parts of the clitoris. This one doesn’t have that problem since it has a much smaller head. Now this one is also pre-set to have 10 very well-calibrated intensity settings. Depending on your reaction to each setting, I can make better conclusions about your clitoral sensitivity. We’re going to go through the settings from low to high and I want you to continue to be vocal and tell me what you’re feeling, okay?”
I nod, “Okay, but what if I get too overstimulated?”
He gives me a comforting smile, “Just tell me and we’ll stop and re-evaluate if it happens.”
I nod again and he sits back down between my legs to get started.
I hear the toy click on, presumably at the first level based on the low, quiet buzzing sound its emitting. I gasp when I feel his fingers gently pull my pussy apart to reveal my clit, already erect and throbbing from his earlier treatment.
A moan escapes from my throat when I feel the toy make first contact. It feels so much more intense than any other toy I’ve ever had. The precision of the toy and the ease in which he handles it means that the vibrations are pressed right against my exposed clit, forcing the collection of raw nerves to submit to the sensations.
“How’s that?” He asks, his voice making me scramble to get ahold of myself to give a coherent response. “It feels so intense but in a good way.”
“Good, that’s good. Just relax and let yourself feel.” He murmurs, keeping the vibrator pressed tightly against me.
My eyes drift shut as I feel the sensation overtake me. The pleasure is forming a haze around my mind, every thought getting chased away by the feeling between my legs.
I hear his voice again, “I’m going to increase to the second setting. Just stay relaxed for me.”
I let out a whimper in response as the toy clicks up a level. The pleasure intensifies but there’s also a building sensation of raw overstimulation that is starting to arise. We’re nearing the point where I would normally stop and take a break but I don’t want to tell him that yet. I want to let him keep going, because maybe today is the day I finally get to cum.
I bite back a whine and clench my fists at my sides.
“Increasing to level 3 now.” He says, resting a hand on my thigh as his other one holds the toy firmly against me. The increase this time makes a cry rip out of me and my eyes fly open to meet his.
“Ah- it’s so much, I’m getting overstimulated.” I whimper out, my hands clenching and unclenching in an effort to control myself. He nods but doesn’t make any move to pull the toy away or decrease the setting.
“Try and tough it out for me for a bit more, I want to see if we can overcome the overstimulation.” He gives me a comforting smile and gently pats my thigh.
I take a deep breath and nod, letting my eyes drift shut.
“Increasing to level 4 now,” he says and the vibrator switches to a higher intensity before I can protest.
“Wait! Wait, please, just give me a moment, please!” I gasp out as the sensations shoot through me entire body. He shakes his head, “You’re doing great, just relax and let it happen.”
I whine as tears are gathering in my eyes. I’m walking the very thin line of pain and pleasure as the vibrator forces breathtaking feeling onto me while riding my nerves to the sharp edges of overstimulation. I hear his voice again and my heart drops when I register his words. “Increasing to level 5.”
A scream bursts out of me as all of the sensations compound and increase. It’s too much, I can’t do this. I can’t tell if I’m close to cumming, I just know that I’ve been absolutely thrown over my threshold for sensation and I can’t take anymore. I sob out my begs to my doctor.
“Please! No more, please stop! STOP! It’s too much! I can’t take it!” My body is shaking and I’m fighting with everything I have against the restraints but nothing gives. His hand on my thigh has turned into an iron grip, holding me down so I can’t even shift my hips to escape the relentlessly accurate vibrations.
“PLEASE! STOP!” I sob. There’s nothing to save me. He doesn’t listen, he might’ve said something to me but I’m too far gone to hear. All I know is the torturous pleasure dominating every single nerve of my body.
Beneath the horrible overstimulation, I feel a warm thread of something else. Something pulsing through my body, filling me with pure pleasure. I whimper as the feeling starts to build, my every muscle seeming to tighten in response to it.
There’s a knot building in my stomach, spreading throughout my body. Coupled with the overstimulation, I feel ravaged and decimated, every nerve pulled bare and shocked by the live wire of sensation that’s forced upon me. Before I can even begin to articulate it, I feel the vibrator kick up another setting and I scream as it shatters me.
I cum. For the first time in my life, I cum. My scream seems to shake the very foundation of the building we’re in as the pleasure, pain, and sensation flood my body, every cell of my body bursting with it. I can’t do anything except ride the relentless wave of pleasure, my entire body a slave to the whims of that horrible, terrible, delicious, mind-altering pleasure.
I slowly come down from the high of my first orgasm, gasps shaking my body as my mind struggles to reengage with reality. I blink tears out of my eyes, and I look up to see my doctor standing over me, holding the toy that he’s mercifully removed from my clit.
“Good job, sweet girl,” he purrs, running his hand up my thigh to cup my pussy gently. The soft motion is enough to make me whimper. “How did that feel, darling?” The terms of endearment make me pause but I’m too hazy to really digest it all.
I clear my throat and swallow, my voice raw from the screaming and begging. “I- It felt really good but it was so much,” I whisper, “I don’t know if I can do that again.”
He smirks and suddenly, I’m hit with a wave of uncertainty. There’s a glint in his eye that wasn’t there previously and it makes me nervous. Something about the way he is looking at me is so different now than earlier, with his cool professionalism and niceties. Now, I feel like a specimen under a microscope and he, the scientist who plans on dissecting me.
“I think, I think I need a break. Can we finish this appointment another time?” I murmur, pulling slightly at my restraints and looking at him.
He lets out a low laugh that makes my skin pebble with nerves. “Oh no, now that I know what the problem is, I can’t let you leave until we fix it. What kind of doctor would I be if I let my patients leave without being cured?”
I shake my head, “I don’t understand,” I whisper. “You made me cum, doesn’t that mean I’m cured?”
He smirks at me and he slides a finger into my pussy, making me gasp. “Not at all, we’ve proven that you indeed can orgasm, but there is still much to be examined in terms of the extent of your orgasms. Plus, we have several more levels of this vibrator to get through and we haven’t even begun to work on your pussy and g-spot yet.”
My eyes widen at his words and the curling feeling of fear truly takes root inside of me. “Wait no, please, I don’t want to continue with any of that anymore. Please, just let me go!”
The look on his face is one of glee as he sees my terror become apparent. “Now now, you don’t want to leave against my medical advice, do you? Plus, darling, you consented to following through with my professional recommendations when you signed up to be a patient. There’s no backing out of this now. And especially when I know how sensitive of a whore you are, darling.” He chuckles.
I whimper, “Please, no, I don’t want this.”
He bends down to lean in close to me. “Well, I don’t give a shit about what you want. You are the most unique case of sensitivity I’ve ever seen, and I plan to take full advantage of that while I have you here. So be a good girl for me and enjoy this.” He presses his lips to the side of my neck and the feeling makes me tremble.
He ignores the rest of my protests and goes back to sitting between my legs. I watch in fear as he holds up the vibrator and clicks it on. “We stopped at level 6 last time, that’s where we’ll resume. And scream all you want, sweet girl, these walls are soundproof and won’t let a speck of sound through.”
I do indeed scream when he presses the vibrator against me again.
This time, there’s no build up of pleasure or stimulation. It all slams into me all at once and I writhe against my restraints as everything overwhelms me. I vaguely hear a low laugh permeate the space around me but I can’t focus enough to pick out any other noise amidst my own sobs.
My doctor stops giving me any verbal cues, not that I’m coherent enough to even understand at this point. All I know is the punishing vibrator held against my clit, ravaging my body and turning me inside out. The claws of pleasure are embedded deep into my psyche and my body is at its complete whim.
I have no idea how much time has passed or whether I even stayed conscious for the entire duration of the torture but eventually, I realize that he’s stopped. The vibrator is off but my body was still shaking from phantom sensations, every inhale of air a sharp stab, and every sob a reminder of how broken I am.
Slowly, I register the sound of his low laugh. I whimper as I blink away my tears to look at him. “You, my sweet girl, are truly remarkable. I don’t think you realize since you were so out of it, but we were at the highest setting for the past ten minutes and you didn’t even cum once. I’ve never come across someone so fucking sensitive and yet so resistant to orgasm. It’s incredible because you don’t seem to become desensitized either.”
I whimper and my voice cracks when I speak. “Please, please, just let me go. I can’t handle any more. I won’t tell anyone about this, please just stop doing this.”
He smiles at me and for a brief moment, I see the professional, nice, kind, good doctor from earlier. But all my hope is washed away when I feel his fingers press against my core again.
“I can’t do that, darling. We still have your precious pussy left to work on,” his voice is filled with excitement and it makes me want to cry because I know what is coming next and I’m not sure I will survive.
I watch him exchange the vibrator for a huge dildo. He smirks and presses a button on the underside of it and the entire thing begins to vibrate. “I think we can go ahead and skip to the higher settings here.”
Tears fill my eyes and I shake my head at him as pleas fall from my lips. He ignores me as he lines the dildo up with my core. I tremble as the vibrations make me shudder without the toy even breaching me yet.
He catches my eye and I watch as he gives me a wink and proceeds to slam the dildo home inside of me. I arch my back and let out a devastated cry. The toy fills me to the brim, the vibrations ravaging my sensitive walls and my g-spot in a way that makes my eyes roll back.
I’m sobbing and shaking as he drives the dildo in and out of my pussy. Every movement against my overstimulated walls tortures me. The pleasure digs its claws into me and drags me back into its embrace. My entire being submits and I feel my mind’s grasp on my sanity loosen as every single facet of my existence narrows to pleasure.
Each thrust seems to make my sensitivity grow, every single muscle in my body aching and begging for relief. I feel his hand clamp down on my thigh as the other continues to work the dildo inside of me. I want to rip myself out of my body to make this torture end but there’s nothing I can do. Every push and pull shoves my body higher and higher to a peak that I can never seem to reach. There’s no culminating release of pleasure to make this all better, no soft wash of an orgasm to soothe every jagged nerve. There’s only him and the torturous pleasure he imparts onto my very soul.
An unfathomable amount of time later, I feel him finally turn off the toy and pull it out of me. I barely register the lewd sound of my cunt clenching around the toy, my pussy still weeping with arousal even after the devastation he brought upon me.
“Please,” I whimper. “Please, are we done? Please, I can’t take anymore, please let me go.”
He brushes my hair off my forehead and he smirks at me. “Oh, sweet girl, I can’t let you go now. I’m going to be keeping you as my perfect little toy. There are still so many other things I want to try on you. I’m going to push every single limit you have until you break for me.” A soft whine escapes from me and I know there is nothing I can do to convince him otherwise. My head lolls from exhaustion and I feel my grasp on consciousness start to loosen.
The last thing I hear is his voice. “Sleep, sweet girl, I’ve got you.”
i had another experience being watched by a (different) stranger while i was playing with my needy little boycunt <3 this’ll be the second man and counting hehe
i was outside on the balcony smoking, getting nice n stoned while i have this little vibrator being held to my clit by my tight panties to which i was wearing nothing over, just an oversized sweater. it was getting dark and grey because it was overcast, but still pretty light outside. i notice a man across the way, probably somewhere between his 40s-50s, come out of his house and sit on his chair directly facing me. i thought to myself, this is insane - a totally different, complete stranger sitting outside shamelessly to watch me fuck my pussy? nah, theres no way. i cant be being that obvious. i went inside and peeked through the window; he went inside too. my face grew red hot, my clit throbbing and engorged from the still ongoing vibrator pressed against it and now pulsing at the thought of this perverted stranger. my body kept twitching like crazy, my knees buckling. i waited a few moments and went back outside. and i shit you not; like less than 15 seconds later, he came back out and sat in the same seat facing my direction again. i did this two more times to be sure, and it happened two more times. i even saw him peeking out of his blinds for me while i was inside peeking out of mine.
so i thought fuck it, i can tell that he wants a show. this final time we both came out, he sat in his chair, legs spread apart like he was giving his cock room to breathe; i bet it was hard and pulsing. he probably wished so bad that he could’ve started stroking it right there. this time i brought out my dildo (which is 9.5 inches). i had teased my hole a bit by this point and it was ready to take something thicker that 3 fingers. i lowered myself down on it as much as i could, my body literally quivering very obviously, as i hadn’t taken a dildo in almost a week at this point. my legs shook so bad from how crazy my pussy felt that i slumped down into my seat and i had to push it in with my thighs spread apart, my tight, slippery boycunt directly in his line of vision; and boy was he looking.
i ended up pushing about 7 inches in, fucking myself really subtly with it and grinding against it in my seat and then turning back on my vibrator, once again trapping it against my now 2 inch swollen clit. i was dripping, my back arching, i came so fast i barely realized it was happening until afterwards when i sat there twitching and spasming. my pussy still gripping onto the toy as i struggled with overstimulation to turn off the vibrator.
ever since this, he comes out almost every time i go out on the balcony, even if i dont end up touching myself. he’s seen me cum twice now. should i give him another show soon? i think he wants one >.<
thinking about getting caught masturbating…you were at work all day but unbeknownst to me you got out early…i thought i had more time to myself, so i left the bedroom door wide open as i settled on the bed. im on my front, the panties i forgot to completely discard hanging around my ankle. i settle once again, shifting onto my knees ever so slightly, my ass in the air. i turn my vibrator on - one, two, three clicks to the perfect setting - and my hands and the toy disappear between my legs. i start slowly, deliberately…i always start by teasing my clit with the head of the toy, working myself up because i know i need to be wet if i want to fuck myself. i tease my clit over and over, each stroke dipping further between my folds, my pussy getting wetter with each stroke. im moaning by now, my face pushing against the bed. my hands never stop and at this point im dripping. i slip the toy lower, teasing my own entrance with the head. with the next rock of my hips and flick of my wrists, the toy slips inside me. rock my hips again, the toy slips out. over and over again, i slowly start to fuck myself with my vibrator. it’s pulsing and almost too much, but i keep bouncing my hips, almost like im riding someone. like im riding you.
i don’t know how long you’ve been standing there, but your own arousal is getting to be too much. your eyes haven’t stopped watching me, your mouth gaped open watching the toy slip in and out of me. it’s almost getting to be too much for me, so i take the vibrator out, letting myself catch my breath. i hear you groan and snap my head around, finally catching you in the doorway. i try to stammer out an excuse - i didn’t know you were gonna be home early - attempting to slap my legs closed, embarrassed at being caught. i can see you bite your lip as you start to slowly cross the threshold and actually enter the room. “don’t stop on my account. i want to watch you. i want to watch you cum,” you say quietly, your fingertip lightly, so lightly, tracing over the curve of my ass and down my thigh, causing my legs to spread without a second thought.
i moan at your touch, feeling myself get even wetter for you and you’ve barely done anything. i hear your request and my cheeks flush, briefly considering my options before ultimately deciding that i should keep giving you the show you’d been watching. trying to maintain eye contact, i pick up my vibrator again, moaning loudly as soon as it touches my sensitive clit. i watch you bite your lip, groaning as your eyes stay glued to my center. i was already close to cumming when you made yourself known and now im that much closer, so open and vulnerable and wet for you.
i resume the same motions, the toy slipping even easier past my folds, right into my entrance. i rock my hips, trying to keep my eyes on you, concentration getting harder as i get closer to orgasm. your pupils are blown wide, unable to keep your eyes off of me. “just like that angel, keep going. you’re doing such a good job. i love watching you, you look so fucking good,” the praise rolls off your tongue, making my brain go fuzzy. i rock harder, the toy making obscene wet noises as i keep fucking myself. i moan your name making you groan and clench your fist, starting to grow impatient, but you want me to make myself cum for you before you get your hands on me. “im getting closer, god fuck baby, im getting so close for you…” i slide the toy out and concentrate on my clit and my legs start to shake. your eyes are still locked on me, hunger and lust making them darker. “come on baby, cum for me. let me watch you cum, my pretty girl…” the last round of praise is enough to send me over, keeping the vibrations right on my clit as i scream out my orgasm, legs shaking before collapsing on the bed.
you’re by my side before i can even manage to get the toy out from between my legs, running your hands gently over my warm, overstimulated skin. you plant sweet kisses starting on my arms and across my shoulders up to my neck. your breath tickles my ear, making me shiver, as you coo more praises. “you’re so beautiful baby. you did so so good for me. i loved watching you cum like that, couldn’t take my eyes off of you. such a good girl. my good girl…” you kept me in your arms, placing soft kisses all over, holding me as i came down from my orgasm until we were both ready for round two…
I'm lying on my bed, dozing off. I have just a pair of lace panties on, I'm high and i just came, my boy cunt is dripping wet. The window is open and as you walk by, you notice me lying there, seemingly asleep on my side. I have headphones in so i dont hear you climbing through the window, cock hardening as you take in my unmoving form. You pull your cock out and give it a couple strokes so it becomes fully hard. Carefully pushing aside my soaked panties you see how wet i am, and you cant resist a moment longer. I scream when you push into me at once, and i try to push you away but you grip my hips and drag me towards you. Then you start pounding into me and my cries morph into moans because it feels so good to be filled up. The moans turn back into cries when you start going even harder, thrusting against my cervix, but i dont fight back anymore. I lose track of time but then you grip my hips so hard it bruises and slap your hips against my ass, leaning forward as you come so there is no room for me to move at all. You climb out through my window, leaving me hanging half off my bed as your cum slowly starts leaking out of me.
thinkin about being so high that i fuck myself stupid on a dildo and pass out with it inside. when you find me in bed, wet cunt already stuffed, you obviously you pull the dildo out and fill me up with your cock instead.
but i’m so wet you can’t believe how easy it is to slowly push inside me. i stir softly, but don’t wake. and you can feel me hot around you, like im cockwarming you instead of that piece of plastic. you thrust slow and soft, watching my lips part as you start to feel good, but i don’t have a clue what you’re doing to me. with each thrust you get faster and more possessive, touching me more and more when you hear my moaning get a little bit louder with each thrust. you tell me i’m a slut for being so wet, and a good girl for being a slut. you’re using me and listening to me, feeling so good, using my body as you pleased, calling me a good wet ready slut for you.
then, you realize i’m still unconscious. my eyes are still fluttering closed, i don’t respond to your calls. i’m still asleep and drugged up - but i’m moaning even as you’re fucking me. i feel good even if i don’t know it, because your cock was inside of me and my body couldn’t help but react like this. like a slut, who’s been craving for cock all this time. it’s like i’m getting what i deserved.
and that’s when you realize i’m not going to stop you. i’m not even going to remember this happened. you could do anything you want to me, and i’d never know - but you knew, deep down even if i were to fully wake up and say no, i actually did want it. i wouldn’t be so wet and horny for you if i didn’t, right?
i don’t hear myself mewling and crying as you’re railing me, and calling me every single dirty and degrading name you’ve ever wanted to say. it’s so hard to stay awake, my mind still so high and my body so weak as you roughly force me to a better position to take your cock even deeper. i’m barely lucid, even as you twist my nipples and bend me over the bed, but you can hear my reactions and you make me moan and gasp. you could slap my ass and i’d stay delirious. my cunt pulses around you as you can feel your own orgasm building, and you’re gripping my hips and bruising me as you painfully and properly fuck me like i’m just your toy.
you choke me while cumming inside, and when you pull out you can hear me moan softly, but i’m still not awake. you take the dildo and rub it against my pussy before putting it inside me and plugging your cum inside me as you fuck it back into place deep inside my cunt, then quietly leave my room to let me sleep.
i was laying in the sauna fantasizing about someone walking in and finding me there, maybe him and a friend that just can't help but take advantage of me. one of them holding my legs open while the other stuffs a few fingers in my cunt, calling me a nasty slut for being wet while he fucks me with his fingers. when i stop fighting back the one holding my legs open slides out from behind me, laying me flat on the bench and shoving his cock in my face. the one fingering me will rip my bikini top off, both of them reaching for a tit and pinching my nipples. the fingers are quickly replaced by a cock forcing my pussy to stretch around it. the one in my mouth pushing his cock deeper in my mouth grunting from the vibrations of me moaning. he pushed his cock as far down my throat as he could, his hot cum flowing down my throat forcing me to swallow it. the one fucking me pulls me closer to him and fucks me as hard and fast as he could. my tits bouncing violently as i'm pounded my his cock. id tighten around his cock and my back would arch as id cum around his cock pistoning in and out of me. his friend would be calling me a whore for cumming around a strangers cock. he'd slam into me one last time as my womb would be flooded by his cum. i'd feel his thick, hot cum leak out of my pulsing cunt. before leaving they'd pinch my nipples one more time and telling me their room number in case i wanted more later.
The first thing you notice when you wake up is that you aren't tied up any more. You're still on the strange almost surgical table in the villain's lair but the bindings on your wrists and ankles are gone. Before you can take better stock of things, the door to the dim room opens and your nemesis walks in, trailed by his usual lackeys.
He grins at you as he drops casually into the chair facing the surgical table. "Perfect, you're already awake. Let's test the hypnosis now."
His lackeys scramble to set something up on the screen besides you. You faintly remember them talking about brainwashing before you were knocked unconscious, but you felt fine waking up besides some grogginess from a drug-induced sleep. Colorful swirls begin to spin across the screen slowly but you don't feel any different as you watch them go by.
Carefully you glance out of the corner of your eye at your captors as they watch you eagerly. You think about your unbound limbs and realize they must not see you as a threat now. They must think whatever they did to you while you were unconscious successfully brainwashed you or made you susceptible to this method and expect you to be under their control. You watch the screen for a few more minutes, trying to look convincingly enraptured by it but not feeling any different. Maybe if they let the guards down even more, you can pretend well enough to get close to them and take them out. Obviously they took your weapons but you could still fight.
The villain snaps loudly, once, obviously trying to get your attention. You sit up straight, turning to face him but trying to keep your expression carefully vacant. You see his sinister grin widen even more.
"How are you feeling, little hero?" He coos, sickly sweet.
"Good." You lie, keeping your voice even and emotionless.
His eyes narrow for a moment, studying you. "'Good' what?"
You wrack your brain trying to remember something they might have tried to enforce in you while you were unconscious, or even just taking a guess based on what he seems like he would want from you...
Well, worth a shot.
"Good, master."
He hums approvingly. "Good. Come off the table and stand before me."
Still trying to keep your expression as blank as possible you slip down from the table and walk towards him. You're barefoot you realize now and the tile floor is cold against your skin but you don't react. Stopping a few feet in front of the villain's chair, you stare at a spot on the wall just above his shoulder and wait for another command. You can feel his dark eyes scanning over your body.
"Now, a real test. Take off your shirt."
Indignation and embarrassment flood through you at the command and it is only years of careful training that allows you to fight back the blush threatening to spread across your cheeks. You want to claw the smug look right off his face but he's testing the hypnosis. If you give in this soon, you'll never get him to lower his guard enough to actually take him out.
You reach for the hem of your loose tank top and pull it over your head in one smooth motion, letting it drop almost silently to the floor. Your bare breasts tighten at the sudden cold air and you can feel your nipples harden.
"Good. Now your pants."
Biting the inside of your cheek to keep from reacting, you loosen the waistband of your pants and let them drop to the floor. As the cold air of the lab rushes over your legs too, you realize with horror you don't have any underwear on.
You definitely had those when you were captured.
"Go back to the table and bend over it, spreading your legs."
Carefully stepping out of your pants you walk stiffly back to the table and do as you're told. At least with your back to him and your face down at the table, if you lose a bit of control over your expression, he can't tell. Embarrassment and horror fills you at the degrading things he's "forcing" you to do under his command, but even more at the sense of arousal building deep in your gut as you hear him approach and feel his eyes roving over you. How can this be turning you on? Now?
He seems to notice exactly as you are battling with yourself because you hear another pleased hum behind you and one of his large hands lands on your ass, spreading you open a little further.
"Look at your pretty little cunt getting wet from being on display for me. Are you getting turned on showing off for me, little hero?"
You have to fight to keep your voice steady as he grabs your other cheek, spreading you even further still. "Yes, master."
He chuckles happily, just continuing to hold you open while you grow wetter and wetter as his gaze drinks in your bare form.
"I bet you've never even had a cock inside that pretty little cunt before, have you? Too caught up in all this 'saving the world' business to enjoy yourself, hm?"
"N-no, master." You squeeze eyes shut tight at the stutter, hoping he won't notice.
He takes one hand off your ass and there's some rustling behind you before you feel something hot and thick dragging against your wet entrance.
Fear and arousal war inside you as you feel him drag his thick erection across your cunt, teasing your clit one moment and the tip just barely slipping inside before moving on the next.
He leans forward, pushing you onto the table more firmly with his weight as you feel him line himself up.
At the same moment that he sinks into you with a deep groan, you feel something go around your neck and hear a quiet click. Suddenly, your head feels a little fuzzy, like waking up from a nap and not knowing what day or time it is, or even where you are, for a moment.
With a thrust he forces himself deeper inside you and you gasp as you stretch around him. He chuckles in your ear, one hand coming up to tuck your hair behind one ear before slowly sliding down to slip a finger in the collar he just fastened on you.
"That wasn't how we brainwashed you," he tells you in a purr. "But that was a good idea to try and trick us. It certainly made it so much sweeter to watch you present yourself just for me all on your own." He tugs on the collar with his finger, just enough to remind you of the pressure as he thrusts into you again, pulling a needy sound from your throat. You mind gets even fuzzier.
"If your virgin cunt wasn't so pretty, just asking to be ruined by me, I think I would have had even more fun with you, little hero."
And just like that, you feel your mind go blank. All your thoughts are on the feeling of your master fucking into you. You clench around him and gasps as he picks up speed, letting go of your collar to grab your hips and fuck into you even harder. Faintly you think there was something else you needed to do, but you can't remember what it was. And when you feel your master's cock twitch inside you right before he begins to cum deep inside you, you let that little worry float away.
I never learned his real name, but his e-mail was Bennett. He answered a Craigslist ad that I posted drunkenly one night begging for a guy with access to viagra to pop one and destroy my tight fuckhole. When Bennett sent me a picture of his thick, 10 inch white cock I didn’t believe him. It wasn’t until he came on his web cam and showed me that monster that I knew I had to have it in me.
Bennett was a truck driver and we agreed to meet up at a rest stop along his route. His instructions were specific. He was going to take the little blue pill, climb in the back of his truck, and I’d see him stroking his hard length when I got in. I was to suck him until his dick was a rock and then he’d drag my shorts down and taste my hole. Once he’d had a midnight snack he was going to fuck me until I couldn’t walk.
I showed up at the truck stop just before midnight and Bennett’s red rig was already there. The door was unlocked just like he said that it’d be. When I went into the sleeper I still had a hard time believing that cock was going to fit in my tiny cunt.
Just as he’d said, I sucked on him. Stroking his length while using my mouth on the head of his dick. “Mmm, boy. I can’t wait to feel your warm hole squeezing my prick.” It didn’t take long before he sat up, pulled my shorts down, pushed me back on the bed, and spread my thighs. He was gifted with his mouth and it wasn’t long before I was cumming all over his face. As my pussy became more sensitive, he held me down and kept sucking on my dick.
I didn’t realize he’d quit until the head of that monster was rubbing up and down my slit. “I’m going to fuck you until my cock gets soft, boy. You’ll regret telling me to take that pill.” I could only moan as he pushed his head against my hungry hole. As my opening stretched to take the tip of his prick I cried out and tried to push him back. “There’s no way you’ll fit. Let me suck you.” But he kept pushing forward until the head of his cock finally pushed inside me. “No way, you little faggot. You wanted fucked and you’re going to get fucked.” He pulled out and pushed back into me, forcing another inch of that thick dick inside me. “You’re going to take my cock like a good little faggot and then you’re going to take my load.”
He kept on with slow strokes, forcing more and more of his huge prick into my tiny cunt. I came hard on his cock four times before he bottomed out inside me, my hole taking as much of him as I could. Looking down, I was impaled on at least nine inches of him. He slowly pumped me a few more times before he really started slamming into me. “Fuck, boy. You’re so tight you’re going to get the first load quick…” And he was right, a minute later he had slammed all the way into me and I could feel him shooting hot cum inside me.
His cock didn’t get soft. That little blue pill worked its magic and he started fucking me all over again. Bennett rammed my hole and shot four loads into it before his prick went soft and he pulled out of my sore, abused cunt.
“We should do this again, that hole is the tightest I’ve had. Or it was…” And he laughed, stroking his thumb over my dick until I was cumming in his hand. He handed me my shorts and sent me on my way, leaking what felt like gallons of his cum from my hole.
My main go-to fantasy at the moment has been I'm sitting at the back of the bus, and as more people get on I shift over to be sitting 2nd from the end. The man next to me (who's next to the window) puts his hand on my thigh and starting rubbing it up and down, just under my skirt. I don't want to make a scene so I don't say anything, and he makes his way higher until he's rubbing my panties. I'm quite turned on and wet at this point because my thighs are so sensitive, and he feels my wetness and chuckles, sliding his hand under my panties and fingering me. I stay silent, partly embarrassed and partly incredibly turned on.
A big stop comes up, and a lot of people leave the bus. He takes his hand out of my pants and I get up to let him out, but he instead takes out his cock and sits me down on it. I'm so wet I slide down no problem, and someone new sits where I used to be sitting as the bus fills up again.
As the bus drives, I can feel the vibrations of the road through his dick straight to my pussy. I keep myself from moaning as the slight movement makes me wetter and wetter. He starts bucking his hips up slightly, fucking me with such short strokes that I feel I need more and start rotating my hips. He takes his hand closest to the window and massages my chest through my shirt, causing me to clench on him. He chuckles and makes slow motions around my nipple, pinching it occasionally. It's all I can do to not moan at the stimulation as he's still slightly fucking my cunt. He brings his other hand up and grabs my chest aggressively, playing with the fat. I let out a slight groan, and he whispers in my ear "wow, you are such a slut"
I nod, my hips bucking, begging for him to fill me. He says, "I think everyone should know what a slut you are" and rips off my shirt, leaving my chest bare to the world. My already hard nipples harden even more at the sudden exposure, and he pinches them hard. I moan loadly and clench down on his cock, not caring who noticed, only feeling pleasure. He starts fucking into me harder, and I moan with every thrust. I see the man sitting next to us getting hard through his pants and I'm making such a scene.
As the bus hits worse roads, the vibrations of the bus, his incessant fucking and his grabbing of my chest leaves me constantly moaning, mouth wide open. I am shut up by a cock in my mouth, as the man sitting in front of me has stood up, turned around and forced himself in me. He grabs my head, shoves his cock in my mouth, and starts pounding, not caring whether I can breathe.
The man in my cunt comes first, his hot cum filling me as I clench down, eager for every drop. He immediately starts fucking it into me making sure none of it is wasted. The cock in my mouth comes soon after, forcing himself fully down my throat and I swallow the ropes of cum. He takes himself out of my mouth and the cock in my cunt gets faster. Another cock is suddenly in front of my face and I suck on it, and know I won't be leaving the bus anytime soon.
Sometimes I imagine this one guy hordes my cunt while different people takes turns at my mouth, sometimes the man next to me lifts me off the original guy and onto his cock instead, then I get passed around the bus, milking everyone's cocks.
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