18+ ONLY 💦 underwear portal kink part 3 (office edition)
You did something really stupid this morning. You woke up feeling really horny, but you didn't have enough time to get yourself off before work, so you put on this special pair of underwear you have. They're enchanted with a small portal right where your cunt nestles into the fabric, and whenever you put them on, a big thick tongue slips thru the hole and licks your cunt. You had hoped the tongue would get you off on your drive to work, where you end up stuck in traffic anyway. You sit in a half-daze behind the wheel while the tongue hidden under your clothes toys your parts into a throbbing mess with its relentless teasing. You want it to lick you harder, but when you start vainly thrusting your hips in your seat, the tongue pulls itself back thru the portal, forcing you to be patient. Damn it. By the time you pull into the parking lot the tongue hasn't even tried to make you cum yet, it's still just teasing you. You try to walk straight as you enter the building but the tongue keeps licking you, making your knees shake. You get to your desk and practically collapse into your seat. You switch on your computer, flustered, reluctantly settling in as the teasing between your legs continues. How are you supposed to get any work done like this? The tongue laps at your swollen lips and clit in warm wet strokes that keep you on edge and distracted. You make a valiant effort to get thru some emails until the tongue starts trying to get you off for real. You grip the edges of your desk and brace yourself for an orgasm, but just when you get to the edge the tongue eases off, teasing your cunt for a few more strokes, then leaving you helplessly thrusting your hips in your desk chair until you realize it's squeaking beneath you and you freeze in place, humiliated. Hopefully none of your coworkers heard that… The tongue keeps on edging you just like that until you can't take it. You tell your boss you're going home sick, and you look like such a mess that they let you go without a word. Your legs are trembling but you stumble back to your car, jumping every time there's another heavy lick against your cunt, almost cumming. There's no way you can drive safely while it's doing this to you. You collapse into the driver's seat and put the seat way back, then you just lie there with your legs spread open and you try not to squirm too much as the tongue keeps edging you like crazy, hidden under your clothes where no one can see what it's doing to you.
a while back, i went out shopping with my lush in and a friend controlling it. you can set your lush's top power, even if someone else is otherwise controlling it, and i had it set fairly low because i was going to be in crowded places and i didn't want it to be loud enough to get caught. so i was out for a few hours experiencing intermittent low-level teasing while my friend sent me dirty messages and teased me for being enough of a desperate, pathetic slut that i'd go out like this. it was, obviously, insanely hot, and more than a little mind-melting
towards the end of the day, i was on the bus home, cunt vibrating away, my friend still playing with me, when someone sat across from me on the bus. i was wearing a fairly tight baby tee and no bra, so my tits were bouncing on each dump and the person across from me was glancing at them pretty regularly. i told my friend, who asked me if i could turn up the power of my lush even just a little without getting caught. the bus is fairly loud so i agreed and increased the top power, so i was immediately getting more intense stimulation. then, my friend had me put in my airpods, called me, and talked down to me about being so desperate in public, about how that person was going to jerk off thinking about me and my slutty tits later, about how everyone on the bus could tell i was a pliant little porndoll. and when i tell you i barely kept from orgasming, even with very limited stimulation, just from that...it was so insanely hot and embarrassing and degrading
can’t stop thinking about object insertion, especially accidental/forced/public object insertion.
you’re on a crowded subway and you feel so cute in your skirt that’s just little too short. you feel something cold touch your thigh from behind and flinch, but it’s too crowded to turn around and look. The cool sensation, maybe it’s metal? It’s dragging up your thigh a little higher now, under the hem of your skirt, and oh right, you’re wearing a thong today. There’s nothing stopping whatever this is from being pushed up against your hole.
You can feel your face turning red, feel the shiver in your stomach, but luckily you don’t see anyone paying attention to you. You start to turn your head, maybe you can at least see what’s happeni— the subway jolts hard as it comes to a stop, and it’s inside you, cold and hard and you know you moaned, but hope it got lost in the noise. You can feel it now, although it’s not that deep. The head of a metal water bottle, you think. You clench around it, almost involuntarily, and you’re definitely leaking now.
Are they doing it on purpose? It’s not moving, even as people exit and enter the train around you. You’re not moving either. You kind of want to. The subway starts up again, and with it, the bottle pushes a little deeper, and a little deeper, with the swaying of the train. It’s starting to stretch your hole as it gets wider, put there are passengers packed in on every side and you can’t move. Deeper, and it’s starting to hurt. How big is the bottle? Are they doing it on purpose?
You feel so full now, and it’s heavy, like it’s filled with water. But it’s moving so slow, and you can’t help but clench and buck your hips back a little, fucking yourself on the bottle. The train picks up some speed and suddenly it’s sliding in and out of you, rubbing against your spot with enough force that you can feel yourself getting close. The train is reaching a station again and fuck, you’re amount to cum in the middle of a crowded subway. It screeches to a stop and this time the water bottle slams deep inside of you, too deep, and you’re cumming, whimpering and spasming on the thick, cold metal. A few glances are thrown your way from passengers, but you’re too hazy from the pleasure to notice anything but the cum dripping down your thighs and the humiliation of what’s happening.
What was your stop again? More people are filing in and it’s too late to move or pull away. The bottle is still in you, still stretching and stuffing you. You don’t even know if its owner is still behind you, or if it’s just being held up by your tight hole. You realize if you take it out now, everyone will see the bottle fall from under you. They’ll know exactly why you were shaking and panting, and notice the cum flowing down your legs. You have to keep it in. You’ll have to walk off the subway without anyone knowing that under your skirt, a stranger’s thick, full water bottle is stuffed up your hole, fucking you with every step you take. It’s going to be a long ride. How many more times will you cum with all those people around you, not knowing if this was an accident, or if someone decided to shove something up your pretty hole because you were an easy target?
signing up to be a portal pussy on some sketchy sight in a fit of drunken, horny impulsiveness, and then promptly forgetting about it. waking up a few days later to the feeling of thick fingers tracing over your soaked lips you and panicking, pulling off your pyjamas to find a smooth magical seal over your cunt, not able to feel anything when you reach down to touch it. the fingers are still going—just prodding and exploring like they're using your as a fidget to—leaving you desperate but unable to stimulate yourself no matter how much you squirm.
after far too long being tortured like this, they pull away, and you think they've finally stopped, getting up from your bed in the hopes of finding your computer and finding a way to fix whatever the fuck you did that got you into this mess. then, without warning, the person's girthy cock is pounding into you, stretching you open around their shaft as you stagger to the ground, staring in horror at your stomach where you can see the faint bulge of the cock currently using your hole as a fleshlight.
once the your cunt's new owner dumps their load inside you, you wobble over to the desk, searching the site in vain for a way to cancel whatever forms you signed, to get yourself out of this, but there's nothing. you're stuck.
it only takes a few days for you to resign yourself to your new role. all you can do is hope your owner gets bored with you after a while. you spend hours at a time unable to stand as they ram their cock into your cervix, leaving you sprawled over your bed, desperately humping a pillow for some relief, though you can't feel it between your legs.
when they do get bored with you, it's not what you'd hoped for. one day after fucking you, you feel them pull out, and think you've won a moment of respite, before you feel something cold and thick being shoved unceremoniously into your hole, the light pat against your gaping lips before they draw away feeling almost condescending, like they want you to know they're doing this intentionally to degrade you.
it continues this way for some time, rounds of being used for their pleasure before being stuffed with whatever objects they seem to have on hand, for their apparent amusement.
all things come to an end, however. you're so familiar with the feel of their cock that you know instantly when something changes. someone else fucking into you, a little thicker, their pace different.
at first you think it might just be a friend, but when they're done, another follows, and another, and in your rare, brief moments of human thought you piece together what has happened, as your stomach slowly bulges with the loads of countless strangers.
you've been discarded. turned into a public cumdump in the back of some dingy club or alleyway, just a braindead cunt for strangers to pump full of their cum. whatever hope you had from escape is long since vanished. this is all you are now. all you were ever meant to be.
i wasnt allowed a bra today, and im being made to rub my sensitive nipples teats against my desk at work through my shirt and it feels sososo good but i have to be super careful that no one sees id be too embarrassed if i got caught ૮꒰ ྀི⸝⸝> ༝ <⸝⸝ ྀི꒱১
How many of your bitches will admit to spoiling your panties after hearing a whore getting mercilessly ass raped and being made to admit she was born for this?
Look at you: Doing just as you're told. Such a good girl you are~
Well done! It's clear that you are a natural-born slut. your need to serve and obey simply overpowers your rational thinking.
Notice how your tongue is already out, you're starting to salivate and struggle to breath in building heat, even though you've just started to read this post. ♡
Admit it: The moment the prospects of being used, abused and praised by your beloved Professor come into your mind, your brain shuts off almost completely, the only thoughts you can have from then on is how to be a good whore for Me.
And then, as your brain completely gives up and focuses solely on that, you finally start thinking with your cunt. It gets wet, drippy and oh-so sensitive. It begs you to touch, to rub, to stroke and make it feel good, all the while your nipples get hard and perky.
Now, now. Why are you rubbing, whore? Who gave you permission to do so?
Keep your fucking hands away from your cunt until you're done reading this.
Get stupider, get more pathetic. Start rocking your hips back and forth as the heat keeps building up, ignoring how your hole is practically begging for you to rub it already.
Mhm.
Just like that, good girl!
you just can't help it, can you? It simply feels too good to stop.
Don't blame Me for it. Blame the fact you were born with a cunt between those legs. The moment you found that one filthy post, your inner slut came out as you slowly began to be corrupted more and more.
And now, here you are. A slave to your Master. Doesn't it just feel so good to be brainwashed? To become stupider with every single word? To feel so at ease reading the pretty red and pink words?
Of course it does. It’s only natural for an inferior cunt like you to submit to a God like Me.
you don’t need Me to tell you how wonderful it makes you feel, how it makes your sensitive bits throb, or how it makes your head get all fuzzy and bubbly.
you know full well that being a hole is your truest calling. you can’t deny how wet and needy it makes you to be made into an object for Men’s pleasure.
Simply accept it. Say it.
You are a whore.
You are a slut.
You were born to be a hole.
You were born to be a cocksleeve, a human fleshlight.
You don’t believe Me? Reach down your panties and tell Me I’m wrong.
See how stupidly wet you’ve gotten just from a little degrading text?
See how easily you reached down to verify for yourself, just because I ordered you to do so?
Ah, such a good girl you are~
Come on, don’t be shy. Be a good girl and reblog this post, then comment to letting everyone know how much of a pathetic cunt you are for your beloved Professor and how horny these posts make you.
Once you’ve done that, you are allowed to rub yourself silly just for Me.
A story about pretending to be asleep while a stranger assaults you (ﾟωﾟ；) By anon’s request for a dubcon/noncon scenario!
It’s about 2800 words. Please let me know what worked for you so that I can write more c:
Stay Still
After a long night of dancing and teasing and having fun, I’d drunk too much at my friend’s birthday party. The crowd was clearing out, leaving behind empty cups and bottles and all kinds of trash, but even though I hadn’t had more than two or three drinks I was still too tipsy to drive, so she gave me directions upstairs to one of the guest bedrooms.
We get into a car accident where I'm at fault. We're both fine, but your car is not. I don't have insurance, so I beg you not to report it, and you don't, promising you'll think of a way I can pay it back. Unbeknownst to me, you plant a tracker on my car.
A week later, I'm sitting in my college dorm room, scrolling through my phone when a man comes in. He doesn't say anything. He waited until the building was empty, so no matter how hard I scream, no one will hear me.
Despite my protests, he locks the door behind him and drops his pants. Pinning my arms above my head, he uses his other hand to reach into my panties and rub my clit. Despite my protests, my body responds. He rips my pants off and forces my legs apart.
He fucks me, telling me the whole time what a filthy whore I am. I'm such a disgusting fuck doll, and he loves hearing me scream and cry. After he cums inside me, he lowers his head in between my legs and eats me until I've cum more times than I can count.
When he decides he's done, he takes a picture of me, laying there all fucked out, and he sends it to you. Once he leaves, I recover slowly. I pick up my phone to call for help, and I see a text from you.
"500 dollars received. 67,500 to go."
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