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@izzysfuckworld
the intimacy of sleeping together, but not in a sexual way. the intimacy of feeling the warmth of their body in a cool room. their hands hugging you tightly. the intimacy of synchronized breathing. sleepy half-kisses. feeling safe. feeling warm. waking up and realizing how much you love them. how precious this is. finding the happiness on the tip of your fingers, brushing their hair. closing your eyes again. pulling closer. falling asleep.
YOU, just want to be devoured
YOU, just want me to touch it
Send them to me
Mood im in
You sign up for a yoga class at your gym. It's apparently "trans inclusive" but you don't really mind who takes the class.
You walk in and are told by the instructor to pair up with a transgirl also taking the class, the instructor grabs a tgirl that has clearly taken the class before but your eyes linger at the noticeably massive bulge in her leggings...
Then you discover that this class is much more focused on the internal stretching of cuntgirls as you watch the instructor explain how to properly take a breath while deepthroating girl cock~
Your trans partner doesn't waste time with following the instructions and soon enough your throat is being stretched out by a thick, throbbing girl cock.
The next hour is spent stretching every hole you have, of course, they put you in normal yoga positions but it's hard to remain in downward dog when a 8 inch girl cock is slamming into you.
Eventually you leave the class with girl cum dripping out of every hole you have and a resolve to book the next class immediately~
Still thinking about how much I need to get onto a crowded bus in the morning to get to school. I wouldn't be wearing panties because I'm a filthy slut.
There wouldn't be any open seats, we'd be standing, pressed in like sardines. I'm pressed up against a guy. We hit a bump, and his hand slips. At first I think it's an accident. He didn't mean to touch my thigh.
But then his hand comes back, gripping my thigh, moving slowly up so that he can ghost his fingers over me. I shoot him a look, but he just whispers in my ear that I don't want to make a scene, do I?
He's right, I don't, so I'm completely silent as he dips a finger inside of me.
"Fuck," he whispers in my ear. "You're so wet. Your cunt feels so pretty, princess."
He fingers me for the entire bus ride there, just edging me. As we pull into my stop, I feel his fingers slide something inside me.
"Be a good girl," he whispers. "Don't cum, and when you get on tonight, you'll get off this bus with me."
I nod mutely, getting off of the bus and starting off to my class. My eyes widen as the buzzing starts, deep in my little cunt. Now he can edge me all day.
I want to be a young Catholic girl who goes to confess her sins. I tell the priest that I was having impure thoughts about a girl. He tells me that I need to strip down and masturbate to her, that's the only way to get better. He says I have to be so loud.
I tell him I've never masturbated before, and he says that's okay, he'll come do it for me. He sits me down in a pew and slides his hands all over me. He gropes my tits, and tells me how pretty I am. He slides a hand into my pants and fingers me.
I sign up for a new job. I'm not sure what exactly it entails, but I read bartender on the page, and that I know how to do.
When I show up, I'm handed my uniform. It's skimpy but that's fine. I'm a big girl. I can handle having my cleavage out.
I start my job, and nothing is weird at first. But eventually, a guy shows up to the bar. He looks at me with hungry eyes, and when he waves me over, I come. He wastes no time flipping my skirt up to stick his fingers inside me. I protest, but he pulls me onto his lap. When I come, he's done, paying his tab, and heading out. I assume it was one guy, and try ignore how wet I am.
The second guy is different. He reaches across the bar to grope my tits. He makes me thank him, and then he heads out.
The third guy, I don't notice until he's behind me. He bends me over the bar, pinning me down and shoving his thick cock inside me. I try to fight him but it's no use. The whole time he tells me what a good girl I am.
When he's done, another guy takes his place, slamming into me while whispering "That's it whore, take my cock."
I love the idea of being grabbed while I'm minding my business. Hanging out near the creek late at night when someone grabs me, tossing me into the back of a van. The driver jumps back in the seat while the two guys in the back wrestle me onto a table and strap me down.
My clothes get cut off. I won't be needing them anymore. I get a blindfold and a gag.
For a good while, they don't touch me, just watch me squirm. But eventually, they can't take it anymore, and fingers ghost over my little cunt.
I cry out, trying to pull away, but I can't even close my legs.
They laugh at me.
"Pretty girl," one of them says, rubbing my leg. "We're gonna do all kinds of things to you."
The other man slides his hand up, fingers rubbing over my folds.
"Little slut likes this," he tells his buddy. "She's dripping already."
I shake my head, but it just makes them laugh. The hand on my folds slips a finger inside, laughing when I scream through the gag. He wiggles it lazily, enjoying the way I squirm.
"Fuck babygirl," the first one says, the his hands moving to grope my tits, pinching my nipples.
"Should I finger her?" his buddy asks, ignoring the way I scream and shake my head.
"Look how bad she wants it," the first replies.
A second finger joins the first, pulling in and out of me. The fingers leave, and for a moment I relax, convinced it's over. Until lips take their place, tongue lapping at my clit.
"Way more fun to tease her," the other one says. "Get her all nice and ready for the boss."
They tease me for what feels like hours, never letting me cum, never listening when I protest.
Eventually, the van comes to a stop, and I hear the door open.
"She's so pretty," a third voice says. "Nice tits and a perfectly pink cunt."
I feel a cock in my hand, and my eyes widen as I realize how massive it is. It won't fit. I try desperately to communicate this, but the men just laugh.
"You're going to take me, slut," the boss says. "All of me."
He pushes inside. He isn't gentle, and I scream.
"Take it, bitch," he says, slamming his hips into me. "Take my cock like the whore you are."
He fills my pussy, stretching me around him.
"When I'm done, the other two get turns," he says. "And then you're going to become my little whore. Pimped out to whoever I please. Toy in you whenever there's not a man using you."
I scream, trying to pull away, but my brain is slowly being turned to mush by the massive cock inside me.
"At the end of the day though, slut?" he shoves his cock deep inside of me, and I feel his cum begin to fill me.
"Your cunt is mine. To use as I please."
Thinking about slut boarding school again.
By the end of the first week, most of the girls are broken in. They're well behaved, taking cock like good little girls, moaning on toys in class.
Everyone except me. I still fight, and the last couple days, I've hidden in my room to avoid the boys. During one of my classes, a professor has me stay back.
"You're not behaving," he tells me. "You haven't learned your place yet."
"I'm not going to behave," I say defiantly.
He comes up behind me, hands coming around me so he can grope my tits. He toys with my nipples gently.
"You need tutoring," he says. "Lucky for you, I'm a great teacher."
I try to protest, but he drags me to his desk at the front of the room, revealing straps that he uses to tie me down to it.
"My hypothesis is that the boys just haven't played with you enough," he says. "So I'm going to fix that. I'm going to play with you until you beg me to rape you."
"I'm not going to do that," I say.
His fingers trace the inside of my thigh.
"You will, little girl," he coos, and his fingers brush my clit.
He slides a finger into me. So torturously slow. He laughs at how wet I become instantly.
"After I've had my fun with you, you get to be the class slut. Up here on the desk every class, getting that tight little pussy pounded by all of your classmates."
His thumb brushes across my clit, and he adds a second finger.
He pumps them in and out of me, and when he adds a third, I can't help but moan.
"Good girl," he says softly. "Such a pretty little whore. I can't wait to rape you."
