Sometimes I think about possessed underwear. Imagine you get a new binder and pair of boxers and you're so excited about them, you heard that they make any body type super masculine looking, like magic. Some people talk about it being a little warm and tingly, but you never really retain heat anyway so you should be fine.
You try them on the next day and you look in the mirror. Your chest is perfectly flat, your hips look a little narrower and your packer is perfectly in place. That warm tingly feeling is there like people said, but easy to ignore. You're going to meet a friend at a nearby cafe, so you decide to take the bus there.
The walk there is uneventful, but when you sit down in the back of the bus that tingling gets worse. It feels like something is touching your tdick, just a ghost of it. At first you just shift your weight and it doesn't bother you. Then you feel something licking into your cunt, teasing each part of you as your face goes bright red. You cough to cover up a moan as the slick tongue sinks into you, deeper than any human tongue can go. It hits each spot that sends sparks up your spine as something starts teasing your nipples, sucking and tugging on them.
You can almost hear the slick noises of your cunt and the lips against the skin of your chest. You cross your legs and swallow down each moan, but you can feel eyes glancing over at you as you shift in your seat, silently begging for your stop to come faster. You feel the heat building as the tongue in your cunt is replaced with something bigger. It sinks into your dripping cunt mercilessly, making your eyes roll back. You can't help the sigh that escapes you.
Your stop comes just as you're about to cum by just cockwarming this thing, pulling you from your pleasure as you force yourself out of the bus. That's when it begins to move, as you try to walk away from the bus stop. You walk on wobbly legs towards the cafe, panting and whimpering the whole way. It still doesn't let you cum, stopping as you clench down tighter.
When you get there, you sit at a table waiting for your friend as your chest is fondled and you're fucked like a toy. You order a coffee and use it to cover up your whines and red face. It seems like eventually the undergarments have mercy on you just before your friend comes in. They are pressing every button, leaving you a dripping mess as you cum in your jeans. They don't stop, just turn down the intensity, keeping you shivering with pleasure. As you come down from the high, you make your decision. You are definitely keeping these.
busy. bustling. all the seats are taken, and all the overhead clutch bars, too. it's crammed all the way to the very back, and that's exactly where i am, clutching the back of a seat
how embarrassing would it be to have worn a low cut top - no bra of course - and for the bus to take a sharp turn before stopping unexpectedly - causing me to jolt forwards and fall into the laps of those in the seats besides me - the force of the collision and unexpected break of the bus causing my tits to jump with such vigour that as i raise my head and come back to my senses to apologise for landing on someone's lap...
i realise my tits are lying across their thighs, completely exposed.
im hasty to apologise, hasty to try tuck my breasts back beneath the material with a heavy blush on my face
only the pain that runs through my body makes me emit a squeak and stop all movements as i feel one of the seat-holders grab onto my exposed titty, with force enough to bruise the soft flesh
dont apologise, theyre a great pair he speaks. you should show them off more
what? im confused beyond my wits as the man seemed to utter nonsense.
like this - show the world your fucken tits-
before i know it, im pinned to the bus wall. my front pushed into the side of the bus so that my chest is flush with the cold glass of the bus window, a gasp erupting from my throat at the coldness of it. and as i try to tug away from the window, my actions are futile as i realise the man's bodyweight has me pushed flat against the bus wall - unable to move
my face is also smushed into the bus window, and i watch as a boy walking glances up, before his eyes widen - making eye contact with my bare, heavy breast pressed into the bus window.
i close my eyes in horror as i watch his phone raise, taking a photo before the bus begins moving again.
someone help?! what the fuck is happening?! i call out to the rest of the bus for a reasonable person to intervene
don't try call out for help - they're all watching, and they're gonna love watching me rape you even more.
WHAT?!
i dont try hide my scream that time, and straight after the man's words, i feel him flip up my skirt before pushing me even harder into the bus wall as a cry sounded from my throat - a foreign object hammering into my pussy and pushing a greater surface area of my tits against the window as i felt him thrust into me
and when he came to his orgasm?
did he cum inside me?
no, that would've been too merciful - to cum inside me and flip the skirt back down so that nobody but me would know of my assault beneath the clothes
rather, he pulled me back and spurt his cum onto the window which he had pinned me onto
and then, he once again pinned me against the window and dragged me across it like a sponge cleaning a car - making my heavy tits wipe the cum off of the window, telling me to stick my tongue out and face some there too, unless i wanted it all over my face
The Library (Public Sex)
You’ve been toying with me for weeks. I’ve seen you visiting the central library in various states of undress from my desk. Each time I’ve sat there silently hoping you’ll ask for my assistance, but instead, you’ve teased me with promiscuous outfits and suggestive glances.
Finally, you’ve requested help to find the aisle in which we keep erotic literature. This is my chance. Heart pounding, I jump at the the opportunity to approach you. Unbeknown to you, my sexual frustration needs a vent and it won’t take much for you to push me over the edge…
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Currently thinking about the time I was with a dude and I kept gagging on his cock, so he grabbed a dildo that was longer than he was and shoved it down my throat a few times making me gag worse, then he put his cock back in my mouth and said “isn’t that better?” like he was doing me a kindness 😵💫
mmmm i love tit torture... really one of the best things to do to dumb little girls like us is abuse our tits! it's really humiliating in the moment and having sore, sensitive tits for ages afterwards is a constant reminder of what we really are 💕
the best/worst thing a guy's ever done to me was when i was in a bar and a complete stranger i'd just met took me with him to the bathroom, took my shirt off and started using my tits
at first he was just groping me really hard, but when he saw that i let him do that he pushed my hands behind my back so i wouldnt get in his way and really started getting rough. he was gripping my tits hard enough to bruise, pulling on them, pinching and twisting my nipples, occasionally slapping my tits so hard that i was worried people outside the door might hear 😳
and because i'm a stupid slut who gets wet when people hurt me i automatically kept my wrists crossed behind my back the whole time, it didn't even occur to me to try to stop this big strong man from entertaining himself by abusing my cute girly body
eventually he started grabbing me by the tits and actually lifting me up! no one had done that to me before, i'd only ever seen it in porn and thought that it looked both really hot and really painful... and it was!! it hurt sooo much to be held up in the air by just my tits, i could genuinely barely stand it but i was also so turned on, i didnt know whether to beg him to stop or to do it again
unfortunately we were in a public bathroom so we couldnt keep going for super long, but it was incredibly hot, definitely one of my favourite ways to have my tits abused... i'm rubbing my slutty pussy now just thinking about it 😳🥵
Get a roll of coins from the bank—pennies are best, or larger ones if you’re feeling ambitious. No plastic substitutes, like buttons or mini-chips. Full-size ceramic poker chips are acceptable if you’re feeling especially masochistic. But you will need about a hundred of them, whatever you choose.
Whatever your choice of counter, put them in a bowl and wash them thoroughly with warm water and dish soap. We don’t want any stray passengers on these. Dry them with a fresh towel and put them in a clean bowl. Get another bowl of the same size to put next to it. Then wash your hands as well.
Now get your vibrator out. Do you own more than one? You probably want to start with the smallest. Unless, of course, you feel like a challenge.
Strip down to your panties. Sit down at a desk or table. Lay out your materials: coin bowl, empty bowl, vibrator, whatever device you’re reading this on. And you’ll probably want to straddle a towel yourself as well.
To begin with, we’ll need some inspiration material. I might recommend scrolling through #nsft audio, or just availing yourself of the excellent @soundsofpleasure. Headphones if you’re nervous. Speakers if you’re brave.
Now you’re going to start touching. Over the panties, light movements, not too much pressure. You may begin with eight strokes, counting each under your breath, one-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight.
Pause. Just long enough to move a coin from the full bowl to the empty one.
Clink.
Return to what you were doing. One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight-nine.
Pause.
Clink.
One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight-nine-ten.
Pause.
Clink.
You can follow the pattern now, can’t you?
Good girl.
At some point, you’re likely to lose count. That’s all right. You can just start over at eight, but from now on, it’s two coins per pause into the rapidly filling bowl. Same for if you get too frustrated by the barrier of wet cloth between your fingertip and your sex, in which case you may add another coin-per-clink and remove them, placing them on the table next to your vibrator.
You didn’t forget about that, did you? No, you can’t use it. Not quite yet.
Not until you have transferred all the coins from the first bowl to the second, or reach orgasm, whichever happens first.
Good girl again. Whichever way you complete the first stage of the game, take a moment to catch your breath, but not more than ten seconds. Because we’re about to get to the real reason you washed those coins.
Turn on the vibrator. No cheating with low speeds or oscillating patterns; you’ll need to set it to standard mode and at least 60% of its maximum power. Place it directly against your most sensitive spot and keep it there, firmly situated.
Until you have moved all the coins back to the first bowl. With your mouth. One. At. A. Time.
This is a game of testing your capacity and desire for overstimulation. Maybe you’ll get off again from the evil little toy you’re holding against yourself; I certainly hope you do. But for each successive orgasm, there is no pause and breath-catching permitted. Instead, if possible, you’ll need to turn up the intensity and keep going.
Don’t give up. I know it seems like it will be too much to handle; that’s the point. You can take it. Go ahead and cry if you want. Let it out. And then keep playing until you get the last coin back where it came from.
You’re going to be so proud of yourself, when you hear that clink. I’m proud of you too.
Oh, and one more thing. Remember how you got to start with your smallest toy, if you want to?
Every time you play, you’ll need to use a stronger one. And the only way to get special dispensation to reset to the little vibe is to ask.
You're the demon king's favorite slut because you'll agree to do things the others won't. Things like resting on your hands and knees, bare and open while he guides one of his hellhounds to mount you, and then opening your mouth wide so that he can fuck your throat while the hound tears you open with its knot.
imagine being in Uni - revising - lying on your stomach in one of the grassy banks with your textbook and ipad to note-take both splayed in front of you on the green grass beneath a tree for shade
you know it's naughty to be doing that - practically flashing yourself to all the other Uni students who walked up, lifting your calves up whilst you worked - wearing just a skirt and small top whilst you rest your upper-body weight onto your elbows, giving those who walked infront of you a show of you drooping cleavage, whilst your legs were just slightly split so that those behind you could see the fat of your thighs beneath your skirt before the little material there covered your dignity
it was a hot summers day - and anyways - you figured you revised better when horny, giving yourself a small dosage of exhibitionist serotonin as you saw men try to avoid looking back when their eyes locked onto your tits - or when you heard distant chatter from behind you awkwardly stop as your heard footsteps come closer - before conversations jarringly restarted as they walked further into the distance once more.
just as you closed your eyes to give yourself a moment's rest between all your studying, you heard a tart SLAP, followed by a sharp stinging to your lower thigh - flipping yourself onto your back in shock and looking up with a horrified expression at the person that had administered the blow
yet no sooner than you had turned onto your back, did a firm pair of hands attach to your arm to flip you right back around onto your front, one hand pushing your face down into the grass by your neck so that your shout was muffled by the earth
you could feel a hand flip up your skirt - your panties and upper thighs exposed to the breeze as your arms erratically swung behind your back to try and pull your skirt back down, though even if you tried you were unable to reach far back enough to stop the tough fingertips from exploring over the peachy skin of your ass
"get off-!"
your cry was ignored - only met with the force on the back of your head being increased, muffling your voice against the grass once more as the finger instead tucked beneath your panties and pulled the material away from your flesh, giving your pussy a moment to prepare before you felt the panties sliding down your legs - exposing all of your privacy to the university shamefully
"don't act like a slut then get surprised when you're treated like one."
your hips began wriggling, fighting his touch and you tried to crawl away from his touch with your forearms - like a pathetic army recruit - his grip of your neck slipping and letting you look up with teary eyes to the footpath ahead. and though people had previously been walking along and only glancing at you as you revised earlier, you now saw that at least a few people had stopped to observe the scene - and not one looked to help you as your escape was made futile by your attacker
his hands dragged you back by the thighs - clamping around the flesh and pulling you back with such force that your top's friction with the ground had it pulled back - causing your tits to jolt free from behind the material constraints - and before you could pull them back and protect your dignity from the onlookers (one of which you could see pulling out a phone), your attacker pulled yours wrists together behind your back
"stupid bitch-"
there was a grunt heard from behind you, and you let out a heave of a sob as you felt commotion behind you, before a blunt head bumped you from the side of your pussy and you could tell what was going to happen
no's fell from your lips pathetically, increasing in speed and emotion until you burst into tears, tightening your hole and trying to not let him in - only to have two of his fingers push into your hole to stretch it open and let him fit his cock in before removing those two fingers
he jostled his cock in your pussy - holding it from the base and moving it from left to right, up and down and jeering inaudibly into your ear at how noisy your wet pussy was for someone crying so hard over everything
and then came the thrusts of his cock into your hips as you lay against the ground - feeling your hipbones crash into the hard, unyielding ground, bruising and hurting with each stroke where you felt his skin get disgusting close as he pressed his cock into your bare walls, trying to cover your face with your shoulders or hair or something to protect your identity whilst you felt yourself being recorded from in front, your ass, your tits, your face - everything exposed and being bred in public for everyone to see.
you could feel your tits - your sensitive nipples - being brushed by the grass blades, hardening your nipples with each stroke that made your tits swing back and forth - only ever so slightly - but in combination of the blades of grass between your legs that tickled your clit and seemed to stimulate it with just enough pleasure that it made the cock inside you feel... good - you felt your cries becoming even more weak as you knew you were going to-
the man pulled back - all the way out of your pussy as you felt your body's pressure build so far that your pussy contracted and squirted its juices from between your legs. like a sprinkler; you had orgasmed to a rapist's cock.
pathetic.
you could hear gasps and how they were replaced with laughs, until you rapist began muttering into your ear with them too, making you cry other simply how pathetic you were - that now these recordings would show you enjoying being raped - orgasming in public over such humiliating assault
you felt your attacker pull back once again - before this time feeling hot runny substance over your pussy - your clit - your thighs - and realising that he'd come all over your pussy
and you were so weak that as he pulled back from you, you couldn't get up yourself.
he instead pulled you to you feet with him - and dazedly, you looked up and noticed that the crowd's size had increased significantly. you could even see some boys tugging their cocks publicly. right in front of your raped and publicly fucked body.
"such a slut - coming here dressed like one - and then having the nerve to act horrified when you're treated like one."
you looked down as the attacker leant down, and noticed that he was cutting into your skirt. he somehow had something that was tearing open the front part of your skirt - cutting out a jagged square so that the skirt remained aroudn your hips, and yet there was a large gaping hole that showed your white-streaked pussy, with the cum still running down from it.
then he moved onto your top - cutting down the middle and cutting your bra open - reaching beneath and pulling your tits up and out of your top - letting them flop over the material, holding it down with hard nipples and engorged flesh
"you - come here - cum on her tits."
someone from the crowd was summoned as you were pushed onto your knees, and didn't have the strength to resist it.
you looked up, hearing the slickened rubbing of someone shamelessly tugging their cock only a few inches from your face
and as you looked up, you made eye contact - with the boy that sat behind you during lectures - who lent you a pen when you forgot yours and had even let you keep it afterwards
and no sooner than a millisecond after you made your eye contact, your eyes burned as you felt even more hot white spurt into your eye - then you felt if on your face - over your lip and coating your tits too.
not only did a random somebody rape you, but even the kind man who only wanted to help you in lectures had, too - cumming on your body and staining your reputation in publuc.
"you want to act like a slut in public? then be one. go on - walk back to your dorm like a slut too, and get followed and raped there even more, for all i care. you want to act like a slut? then get fucked and treated like piss just like one."
Her name is Sunny Skies. Or at least, that's the name she uses online. Her Pornhub account is about a year old, and she posts every week or so. Mostly she uses it to post clips from her OnlyFans, but she's shared a few full-length videos too. In one she's on the floor of her room, moaning and pouting at the camera as she rides an oversized dildo. In another she's staring out of the screen, eyes wide and sultry as she sucks the cock of the man holding the camera. You never see more than his cock and his right hand, but he grunts and moans with pleasure, and in the end he finishes himself off into her open, eager mouth.
The OnlyFans previews are mostly of her masturbating, plus a 30 second clip of her face pressed against a mattress, her eyes rolling as someone fucks her from behind. You've never subscribed to an OnlyFans before; you always figured there's enough porn out there for free, you can't justify spending money on it. But for Sunny Skies you had to make an exception.
Because she looks exactly like you.
This isn't just someone with a similar face to yours. This woman is you, down to the mole on your hip, the divots in your earlobes where your old piercings healed over, the scar on your elbow from when you fell out of a tree in second grade. She has your eyes, your mannerisms, your smile. You can always tell when she cums for real, because you know exactly how you fake an orgasm.
It isn't just her, either. The room she films in is your room. Her vibrator is your vibrator. That oversized dildo isn't yours, but you know where she got it; you considered buying it yourself, but couldn't justify the price. Really the only things you don't recognize in her public videos are the men. None of them appear in more than one video, and you never see their faces, but none of their voices or bodies are familiar.
You discovered her by accident. You opened Pornhub and there she was, right there in your suggested videos, staring out of the thumbnail with your eyes. You devoured her entire library in a haze of grim fascination, a fist of fear gripping ever tighter in your chest as each new video refused to conform to any rational explanation you could imagine. The last video you watched was the first one she ever posted: a grainy, 8 minute clip of her in your previous apartment, keeping her face out of frame as she circles her clit with her fingers. Her nails are painted with the blue and purple pattern you got at Lauren's bachelorette party last year.
Her OnlyFans is only a little older than her Pornhub, but there's a lot more to see. in addition to the more explicitly sexual stuff, she posts a vlog almost every day. Sometimes it gets dirty, other times she's just going about her day. Or rather, she's going about your day. Because every one of her vlogs covers a day in your actual life.
The one from last Sunday, for example, sees her start the day with breakfast in your kitchen, and a run in the park near your apartment. She takes a shower, then goes to run some errands. She picks up groceries, goes to the post office to collect a package that couldn't be delivered, and stops by an antique store to pick up a gift for your mother. Something about that disturbs you more than anything else; Sunny Skies has a mother, and that mother will no doubt enjoy the vintage copper kettle just as much as yours did.
There are differences, too. Sunny's breakfast is a fresh fruit smoothie, not your usual bowl of cereal or cold leftovers. When Sunny showers, she bounces and fondles her soapy tits for the camera. On her errands, Sunny makes a stop in the post office bathroom to quickly rub one out. And then, of course, there's the lunch.
After her errands, like you, Sunny goes to a little cafe for lunch with Mark and Carol. The camera sits on the table, carefully positioned so that hers is the only face visible, but you recognize their voices, and the pattern on Mark's shirt as he sits next to her. They talk for a bit—she edits most of it out of the video, cutting only to a few funny or interesting moments. Then Carol, laughing, can be heard to say, "oh my god, are you serious?"
Sunny has just let out a soft moan, and grins bashfully at Carol's comment. Someone, presumably Carol, picks up the camera and lowers it below the table to reveal that Mark has two fingers deep in your pussy. Sunny's pussy. Your panties are pulled to the side, and your lips and upper thighs are wet with your own juices. You can hear Carol panting with laughter as she raises the camera again to show you, or rather, Sunny, obscuring her face with her hand as her back arches and her shoulders heave. Below the table again, Mark withdraws his fingers and Carol presses playfully on your swollen clit with the pointed toe of her shoe. At that point you closed your laptop.
There was a violation to it, to the whole thing; this woman was using your body, your life, your image, to do things you would never do, behave in ways you would never dream of. But that wasn't what scared you, not really. What scared you is how much it turned you on.
Ignoring the growing wet spot on your panties, you opened your laptop again and sent Sunny Skies a message: "Who are you? Why do you look like me?"
The response came back almost immediately. "Aw, hi cutie 💕 I was wondering when I'd hear from you! Are you enjoying my content? Now that I know you're watching, maybe I'll start to ramp it up a bit! 😉"
"What do you mean?" you said. "Answer my question!" but there was no response.
The next day was the first day of the new semester. You rode the bus to campus, and when your last class was over you decided you'd walk home. it's about a 30 minute walk, but it was a nice day and you weren't ready to go back inside yet.
About halfway home, you were rounding a corner when you saw a skinny redheaded man a block behind you. You'd seen him earlier, close to campus, and thought nothing of it, but seeing him again after 15 minutes made you nervous. Your fears were confirmed a minute later, when he turned the same corner you just had and stayed on your trail. He didn't appear to be getting any closer, though it wouldn't have been hard for him to close the distance if you turned onto a more secluded street. What really troubled you was the prospect of him finding you where you live. You would have to lose him.
You turned again at the end of the block, onto a busier street that actually took you away from your building. Then, while you were obscured from his view, you ducked into a dimly lit bar and waited. A minute later, you watched through the window as he passed, craning his head to catch a glimpse, probably assuming he'd lost you in the crowd. When he was gone, you slunk back onto the street and made it back home without him spotting you again.
It's evening now. You've eaten dinner, started your laundry, cleaned the kitchen. Now, as you do every night, you kick off your shorts, lay back in bed, and open OnlyFans.
Tonight's vlog starts with Sunny Skies on the bus, talking about the start of the semester, and how excited she is to get back into her studies. She doesn't film during lectures, but she chats to the camera for a few minutes between classes. "God, look at this," she says, sticking the camera under her skirt. "I'm all wet for no reason. I don't know why I've been so horny lately."
It's true, you have been unusually horny recently. But you know why it is. Your other self has been awakening things in you, urges you don't know how to act on, desires with no object. You're afraid of what she's doing to you, but a part of you doesn't want it to stop.
There's a hard cut from Sunny's wet panties to her face, lightly flushed from activity. The camera bobs as she walks, and she holds it down by her waist, as if trying to be discreet.
"You guys will not believe this," she says without looking down at the camera, "but I think there's legit someone following me." The camera leans around her side to show the sidewalk behind her. "See that guy with the red hair? He's been behind me for fifteen minutes. Watch this, I'm gonna turn here, and he's gonna turn too." You can see by the buildings in the background that she's decided to turn in exactly the place you did. "See that? I have a fucking stalker or something! What do you think I should do? Do I confront him?" She winks at the camera. "I'm gonna confront him!" She turns again, but this time you don't recognize the background. It's not storefronts, or apartment buildings, or anything really; just bare bricks and concrete. Your stomach drops. She's turned into an alley.
She rests the camera on something chest height, probably a dumpster, and drops your bookbag on the ground. She assumes a relaxed sort of pose, and stands confidently in the middle of the alley. Moments later a shadow appears on the ground, and then the top half of a head of red hair peeks into frame.
"Why are you following me?" The question is phrased more like a statement. A challenge.
"I'm not," says a man's voice, more tentative than you'd have expected. "I mean, I saw you back there and I'm a big fan..."
"Oh, and that makes it okay to follow me home?" She takes a step forward, and so does he. "Like some kind of creep?"
"I'm sorry," he says, taking another step toward her. "I swear it wasn't like that. I was just going to say hello, and then I was working up the courage..." his arms are outstretched, placating but not nonthreatening. Like someone trying to catch a cat before it runs away.
The other you doesn't seem to sense the danger, or else willfully ignores it. "You think just because you pay to see my tits you're entitled to my time?" They're almost nose to nose now. "Am I supposed to be impressed that you've rubbed your tiny little dick to me a couple times?" She goes to shove him, but she's barely touched his chest before his hands are clamped around her wrists.
"You're being awfully rude to someone who's just trying to be nice." The tremor in his voice is gone, replaced by cold steel. "Especially to someone who could break you over his knee if he wanted." In one fluid movement, he drops your wrists and wraps his hands around her throat. Your throat. Her throat. She yelps and tries to loosen his grip by beating at his arms, but he must be stronger than he looks. Unphased by her fists, he drags her to the brick wall nearer to the camera and slams her up against it. "You want to call my dick small? Maybe you should find out for yourself."
Her eyes are bulging, but Sunny just purses your lips and spits in his face. With a howl of rage, he lifts her up by the neck, holding her against the wall while her legs kick uselessly.
"Are you gonna be a good girl? Are you gonna do as I say?" After a few seconds of gurgling like a goldfish, Sunny gives an affirmative grunt and the man lets her down again, gasping and wheezing. "Good. Now unbutton my pants."
You watch as she fumbles with his belt, heart pounding in your chest, blood rushing in your ears. When she pulls out his cock, almost comically large in proportion to his body, you clench your thighs together in fear and need. When he begins to fuck her, you finally give in.
She moans as he rapes her. Rapes you. Rapes her. Your eyes roll back in her head and she bucks your hips into him, even as he continues to hold her by your neck. Your breath comes in halting gasps, your fingers desperate and shaky on your clit, your soaked panties around your ankles. You cum as she does, as he pushes all the way inside you and lifts you against the wall again, supported only by his hands on your neck and his hips against yours.
The video ends with Sunny alone in the alley, panting, cum running down her leg and staining your favorite thigh-highs. She catches her breath and comes to collect the camera, flashing you a wink and a sideways smile before it cuts to black.
As you lay there, basking in the sick, sweaty aftermath of your own orgasm, a comment appears below the video. "What the fuck is this??? i followed you like you said but you ditched me!! who is this guy? how did you get him to look like me?"
And then, seconds later, it disappears.
There's a message waiting for you in your inbox.
"Did you like that one??? I've never been raped before but it was sooo hot 😩😭 Too bad you didn't join me though"
Your fingers fly across the keyboard. "Why are you doing this? what do you want??"
"I want what's best for you, silly! I want you to feel as good as I do💕 You may resist it now, but i know you'll thank me eventually.
Next time I send someone your way, I'll make sure you don't see them coming 😘 You'll see how much better it can be."
You slam your laptop shut, heart pounding, staring at every shadowy corner of your apartment. A car passes outside. The refrigerator hums in the kitchen. You'd been worried about the possibility of someone from real life seeing her, thinking she was you, but you should have been worried about her reaching out to them. She could consent to anything, with anyone, on your behalf. She could tell them where you live.
"Next time I send someone your way," she said. You wonder when that will be, who it will be. You rack your brain for ways to anticipate it, avoid it. And you try to ignore the wet, aching need between your legs.
Would loove to be in the London tube at rush hour just being fucked in public against one of the cold tile pillars besides the train
Face smushed into it - top pulled down - tits spilling from the seam and jerking with each merciless thrust as i cry and scream to let me go so that i can just go to work
it's too late now though - with my skirt and tights and almost temptingly slutty panties ripped down the middle to accustom your thick cock between my weeping pussy lips, squelching with each push of your cock that hits my spot and has my body feeling fuzzy despite how i cry for you to stop
nobody intervenes - no - the passerbys on their daily commutes watch and some even let their hands reach beneath their trousers to pet their hardening cocks - or into a pocket to grab their phones out and take a picture or record it
undoubtedly the next day you'll find that video of some slut on the tube getting their pussy brutalised in public at peak times whilst commuters walk by and laugh or give her available tit and grope as they walk past to board their train
last night two people took turns slapping my overstimulated tdick until I came. they ran their hands through my hair and told me what a pathetic little pain slut I was to be begging for my cock to be spanked over and over again. one would hold my bucking hips down and spread my boypussy apart so the other could torment my twitching tdick. they talked to eachother like I was just a toy they were playing with, laughing and kissing eachother while I squirmed and whined in between them.
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