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This is my sideblog is for /fantasies/ and where i put the filthier content i get off to.
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cis girl here! you have totally corrupted my feed with your posts and no I can't stop thinking about finding used fleshlights in the dumpster and licking them clean, or old used dildos in the trash that I fuck myself with💕
Yaaaay, love having a broad audience! Thinking about being a depraved filth slut isn't so bad, right? If it gets you all wet and needy then why would you stop thinking about it? It must feel realllllly good.
You could probably start a business cleaning old, abandoned sex toys with your holes only for strangers to dirty them up all over again, giving you even more to clean, repeat indefinitely. You'd be doing the world a huge service, I think. There's so many old, fermenting fleshlights packed with congealed cum and sweat people thought were beyond salvaging and you can fix that. <3 Just countless crusted up, stained dildos people tossed when they were sick of washing them or figured they were too big for their hole, but not you! You could be the one to shine them up til they practically look new! <3
Getting fucked by a monster and being able to see and hear its balls. Unbelievably huge, throbbing eagerly and gurgling from the gallons of seed packed inside. Just so you can have an idea of how much you’ll be filled with when it finally cums
you have done irreparable damage to my masturbation habits and i’ve never been happier!! like wdym i get off to the idea of being kidnapped and having trash shoved in my pussy now?? what??!?
i looooove corrupting people yay :3 like normal people don't think about this but i post about it and now you're stuck thinking about being yanked off the street and into the back of a van where they tie you up with your legs spread and take you out to the side of the road someplace hardly anyone goes to and pick up alllll the litter they see and stuff it into you :3 dust and dirt and mud on faded paper wrappers, plastic packaging, fast-food boxes, crushed plastic bottles, stuff so mushy and deteriorated that they don't even know what it is - all shoved inside you :3
they think it's sooo funny that you get wet about it and jack off over your face and body to teach you where you belong, and they decide that you're too fun not to keep and just take you on the road for a few months :3 truck stops only, they open up the back and advertise a trash whore to the truckers, who come by to jack off at the sight and add their own trash - but nobody ever fucks you, you're too gross for that now. and nobody ever cleans you out, either, so you get months of trash packed in layers right up against your cervix. cigarette butts, leftover food, stained magazines, something lumpy and maggot-ridden they picked up from the truck-stop dumpster. they just stuff it in there and jack off over it.
some people cum in your mouth, some on your face, some just anywhere on your body, some atop the freshest layer of garbage. you just end up completely covered and encrusted in months of old congealed cum. sometimes people scrape it off and add it to the trash layers, sometimes people scrape cum from your body and feed it to you, sometimes they just put a fresh coat on.
it would be worse at the seedy motels if you weren't a freak, but you're perfectly fine with getting treated like a garbage can, so your captors are perfectly within their rights to advertise you as a disposal service for everyone's old condoms from the hookups that are going on in the other rooms. The motel probably has a good dumpster, too - more leftovers, gross old clothes from people traveling, mushy vegetables that nobody wanted to eat from the breakfast bar, and of course more old condoms than you could count. (and even if you weren't perfectly fine with it, it's not like there's anything you could do about it.)
would they ever let you go? How much of a dumpster do you think they could fit inside before they did?
When he pulls out slowly, leaving his flared head rubbing against your hole. When he dips in, and pulls out— when he repeats that motion, over and over again.
Does the focus on your entrance overwhelm you? The repeated tug at that tight ring of muscle, the way that sticky sound echos through the room….
When he pulls out, and slaps his cock against your fat, puffy clit. Oozing a little pre, making sure to spread it all over that cute little hard nub.
He’ll push back into you with a squelch, continuing to tease at the first few inches of your entrance. Fucking shallowly into you, while making the lewdest sounds. Maybe he’ll spank your clit, just to feel you squeeze so tight, you push his cock out. He dives right back in, of course. He wouldn’t want to waste a moment out while your hole is fluttering like that.
He has to keep slowly pushing in— maybe it would be easier if he stopped spanking that poor clit of yours. But the flutter of your walls around him milks him so well. Why would he stop?
He grips your fat clit, and strokes it firmly. Pinning your hands when you try to push him away, to make the overstimulation stop. He keeps going, stroking your little cock while he breeds your hole.
After he’s cum, he insists that this is for your own good. Rubbing numbing cream all over your attentive, over-sensitive cock. Numbness took over slowly, but surely. This doesn’t stop him from continuing to play with it. Keeping you standing at attention and throbbing, by caressing a callused thumb over it.
“Milk my cock. That’s it baby, good boy.” His thrusts become lazy, bathing in the pleasure of you.
It’s going to be a long, long night.
I love being used as a disgusting toilet. when he comes to find me because he has to piss. when he flips me and mounts me doggy to shove his cock into my asshole to fill my belly with piss. when he’s finished pissing, he won’t fuck me or pleasure himself. just slips out of my piss filled asshole and shoves a buttplug in to keep the piss inside me. the plug will stay in until he gives permission to remove or until he comes to use his urinal again. please use me as your toilet every time you have to piss
Imagine a slug the size of your arm deciding your ass or womb is the perfect home and it squeezing it's way in stretching you so delightfully wide as it forces it's way inside you
The slime dripping down your legs and constantly leaking making you wet as the slug just squirms around inside you. It's so good you decide to find another one and encourage it inside you.
Maybe you cant stop shoving the biggest slugs you can find inside you until you look heavily pregnant with twins or maybe even triplets. Your stomach squirms and you can feel them when you press it, they just feel so good and squishy inside.
Thinking about him lovingly talking me through it as he permanently breaks my cunt:
‘Deep breath baby, Daddy’s really opening you up now.’
‘That’s it, you’re taking my whole fist now, your hole is just swallowing it up.’
‘Oh fuck, I can feel you getting so loose for me.’
‘Mmm that hole is gaping so nicely.’
‘I’m going to start pumping now, in and out with my fist, you’re going to be so stretched out.’
‘Wow, it’s just slipping straight in baby girl. Can you even feel that? There’s no resistance at all now.’
‘God, your hole is so ruined. I don’t think it will ever go back to normal. You’ll never feel my cock in there again.’
‘This is your future now, little one. I’m going to keep you so stretched and broken. Your cunt is forever ruined for cock.’
Object insertion, but it's not a bottle, a vegetable, or a toy—it's a regular hairbrush. And I'm not using the handle.
I'm working the bristled side inside you—agonizingly slow, so you feel every individual point of plastic against your most sensitive, stretched flesh.
And I'm going to make you cum on it.
You will beg me to stop, and for once, your pleading will be genuine. You know what happens when you climax. You can't control it. Your muscles will contract involuntarily, forcing you to grind down onto those tiny, biting points with every pulse. I promise you, it will hurt.
I'll be able to count the exact number of times your walls clench around this thing, by your squeals.
When daddy gets a note from school that I’ve been lying about being a boy and that I requested an appointment with the school counselor to talk about gender, he invites all his male friends over for dinner.
Then, he texts me to get into my punishment uniform when I get home.
My uniform is sexy panties, jeans, and nothing else. I go upstairs to change whole daddy leads his friends into the dining room.
Dad calls me downstairs, and I’m confused. He always spanks me upstairs in my bedroom. But, when I get to the first landing, I can already see he’s holding the big frat paddle. My least favorite.
I cover my chest instinctively when I see daddy’s friends, but daddy orders my hands to stay behind my back, and pulls me by the ear deeper into the room.
“My daughter has been lying at school, saying she’s a boy. You are all here to witness her punishment for lying and her bad attitude. What do you see, gentlemen?”
“A naughty girl” they say in unison. Pointing and laughing at how my tits squish against the table when I’m forcefully bent over it.
They keep laughing as I start to scream and cry from my spanking. Some pull out their phones to record me, dad hits me hard, over and over.
When he pulls me up to take my jeans down, he pulls my panties up in front so that my cunt lips fall out. He asks his friends what they see again
“A girly cunt.” They answer.
He beats my bare, sore ass with his belt until I’m blistered. When I bend over to show my butt to the table, I’m met with a fresh round of pitying chuckles, and I hear a camera snap.
“What do you see?”
“A well punished pretty girl.” They say, and I can’t help but feel happy for the praise.
In the corner, I’m told to kneel while using my hands to reach back and spread my asscheeks. More noise from the crowd.
“What is that?” Daddy asks, I’m sure pointing at the new view between my legs that they’ve been awarded.
“A rapeable girl.” Says just one of daddy’s friends, and I can hear the jingle of his belt buckle being undone.
Oh how I wish I had someone to publicly humiliate me and force me to openly profess my worst sins and embarrassing secrets. Oh how I wish I had a crowd to bully me whenever I confess something, to send me commands of things I have to post or say without any indication it’s not from me, to take control of my account and shame me for all eyes to see. Make me a laughingstock and watch me get off on it and willingly dig my grave further. This is blanket permission for anyone to mock and humiliate me, by the way <3
I love pussy slaps because every aspect of them is so degrading and humiliating. Spanking my ass isn't enough, you have to hurt an even more vulnerable part of my body. The one most sensitive to erotic sensation. The one that betrays my arousal immediately: My tdick growing harder with every strike. My hole leaking slick until we can both hear an embarrassing squelching sound each time your palm meets my flesh. Slap after slap after slap forcing me to whine. To sob if you're really mean. And when you're done, my cunt is puffy. Reddened. Shiny. Looking equal parts obscene and inviting. It's going to feel so good for you to enter my hole through those cushy lips -- and it's going to sting so bad for me ❤️
Your husband made you keep a journal. Every sexual fantasy and thought had to go in it. At the end of each week he would make you put on something pretty and sit on his lap.
And you would read them out loud to him. His hand down your panties. Sometimes he would mock them. Sometimes he'd just go hrm and ask questions. But the whole time those fingers would be teasing you. Making you whimper and squirm for him.
As you did so he made you repeat that your little cunt and brain where his. And if you wanted to cum, you needed to thank him for allowing you to fantasize. You always came so hard.
pussy so puffy and pumped and sensitive it squelches when you walk and keeps your legs from closing 💙💙💙💙💙
She was a repressed and sheltered girl. She had been raised to be chaste, and with that had come shyness. She dressed modestly. She didn’t make eye contact with boys. She knew that there were no wild parties, no drunken flings, and absolutely no sex before marriage in her future. She never touched her own cunt - she had done so once, and it felt so deliciously good that she had cried and jerked her hand away and pinched her nipples painfully as punishment for being sinful. Life changed for her when she started riding the morning C-train to her entry-level secretarial job. Her job was in a part of the city dominated by male professionals. Every morning she was surrounded by anonymous men in suits, packed like sardines. She liked to stand near the window, where she could see out, and it didn’t feel so claustrophobic, but once she was there it was almost impossible to turn or move until the train came to a stop. On her very first morning, she felt a stranger’s hand slip under her skirt and begin to stroke her thighs. She squeaked, and blushed, but then was silent. The man had pulled her skirt halfway up her legs. If anyone looked at her they’d see. She bit her lip and hoped it would stop. But it did not stop. Her skirt was lifted higher, and then she felt a hand between her legs, stroking the crotch of her panties. She clamped her thighs together but that only trapped the hand between them. She made a quiet little mewling noise of distress. The trapped hand wriggled its fingers, getting them under the fabric of her panties, and she felt them touch her pussy. It was the first time since, presumably, she was a baby that a man had touched her cunt, and she jumped, electrified. And then moments later the man’s fingers had spread her cunt lips, pushed between, and sunk up to the knuckle in her fuckhole. She moaned in distress. This was sinful. She was being finger-raped in public, by a stranger. She didn’t know what to do. If she struggled, she would call attention to herself, and everyone would know that a stranger had had his hand up her cunt on a public train. They would think she was a sinful whore. So she stayed still, and let the fingers explore her cunt. She was aware she had become lubricated - in fact, her pussy was gushing with wetness. She was blushing bright red. The fingers inside her felt so good. It was hard not to moan. They began to slowly fuck in and out of her. To her horror, she felt herself beginning to buck against the hand, trying to push it deeper inside her. She was helping this stranger to rape her right here on the train. But she couldn’t help herself. She felt a sensation growing inside her. She was horribly certain it was an orgasm, which she had heard about but never experienced. She wanted it. She wanted it badly. And then suddenly the train began to slow. It was approaching a station. The fingers withdrew quickly from her pussy, and she almost screamed in frustration. She needed to cum. She needed to cum *so much*.
That was when the man reached around her, and wiped his hand across her face. She felt her own sticky cunt nectar smeared across her cheeks and eyes and lips. And *that* was when she orgasmed. She didn’t see who had abused her. She left the train flushed and breathing heavily and hoping no one could smell the scent of her sopping wet fuckhole or see her whore honey glistening on her face. She cleaned herself off at work but spent all day at work thinking about it. She had been such a sinful whore. But it had felt so good. Or… had she been sinful? She had had no choice. Someone had just done it *to* her. Surely it wasn’t her fault if someone did it *to* her? If she was forced? The next day she could have caught a different train, or a taxi, or a lift with a friend. But, without admitting she was making a conscious choice, she caught the C-train again. And once again she was victimised. It was fingers in her cunt again, but this time the fucking was much more vigorous, and she orgasmed with the hand inside her. Her juices were again wiped on her face afterwards, and this time she didn’t clean them off, thrilling at the feel and smell of the juice on her cheek, electrified by the fear that someone could tell it was there. On the third day, her abuse changed. Instead of working his hand into her panties, her abuser instead grasped the hem and pulled them down her legs. She blushed as she was undressed on the public train, and stepped out of them quickly when they hit the floor so no one would see her with her panties around her ankles. Her abuser then lifted the rear of her skirt and tucked it into its own waistband, and used his knees to nudge her legs apart. Anyone looking at her would have seen her naked ass and cunt, legs spread, ready to be used. Then he fingerfucked her to orgasm again. Afterwards, as the train stopped, she felt as if there were a million judging eyes on her as she rearranged her skirt and bent to collect her underwear. On the fourth day the train was so packed she couldn’t get to the window. She found herself standing face to face with a handsome young man in a suit. She was worried / relieved that the treatment she’d received previously wouldn’t happen today, but her attacker was not deterred. She soon felt the hands under her skirt, and before long she was stepping out of her panties and having her skirt lifted. Her face was bright red as she stared into the eyes of the man in front of her while she was exposed and violated. At first she couldn’t tell if he knew what was happening to her, but the fingerfucking was particularly rough today, and soon her body was being thrust back and forth, so that she banged tits-first against the man in front of her on every thrust. The knowledge that he knew what was happening to her and chose not to stop it made her orgasm quickly, and then a minute later she orgasmed again.
That day it happened to her on the way home as well. She wasn’t sure if it was the same attacker or someone new. Whoever this was probed her anus as well, which made her feel sick and violated but also helped her cum faster. From that time onwards her violation rarely involved just one man. She was clearly getting a reputation as a girl you could play with on the train without consequences. The first time she felt a second set of hands squeezing her buttocks while her cunt was already being penetrated, she wanted to cry, knowing what a fucktoy she was becoming. But the knowledge that she couldn’t help it, that she was being forced, comforted her. She didn’t always get her panties back at the end of the abuse now. Sometimes someone would steal them from the floor before she could retrieve them. Often these thieves would press the panties against her wet cunt to soak them in her juices before vanishing them away. She would spend the day at work bare-cunted and then have to buy more underwear on the weekend. One of her morning abusers liked to instead pick up her discarded underwear and then push it into her anus so it hung out like a little tail. On these days she left it there, even though she knew a good girl would pull it out once she was free. Its sway back and forth under her skirt reminded her of her delicious morning raping. Many days now when she reached work, she would immediately turn around and catch another C-train home. These were largely deserted, the traffic being mostly in the other direction, but if she was wearing panties she would take them off on the train, knowing it’s what her abusers would want, and then put them back on when she got off. Then she would turn around again and catch yet another C-train back to town, getting the tail end of the commuter rush and one more chance to be violated. Her abusers, ever bolder, began just taking her skirt off entirely, leaving her nude from the waist down on the train as they toyed with her pussy. Mostly she would get her skirt back, but sometimes she didn’t, and then she would have to blushingly travel home again completely bare-cunted and walk half-nude to her house to get another. This would have been humiliating enough, but her traitorous cunt would drool uncontrollably down her inner thighs the entire way, advertising her whorishness to anyone who saw her. Men were groping her tits now too. There was a short stage of anonymous hands squeezing her breasts painfully through her shirt, and then only a couple of days later her shirt would be unbuttoned and her fuckbags pulled out of her bra into public view. There was a particular set of hands on both the afternoon and morning trains that liked to tug at her tits in firm milking motions, and after a week or so of this stimulus she noticed to her humiliation that her milk was starting to come in, and her tits were becoming larger, more sensitive, and had pale white fluid leaking from her nipples. The first time someone stuck their cock in her cunt, she was staring into the eyes of a stranger, and he got to see as her eyes widened and she started to struggle. “Oh, no, no, no,” she moaned, realising that she was really, truly losing her virginity to a man she had never even seen on a public train, and that she was completely unprotected, not even on the pill. She tried to pull away, but the man in front of her smiled, and grabbed her wrists, holding her still. The hands on her tits clamped down on her nipples, so that to struggle would pull on them painfully, and so she relented, and stood there, crying, as she was fucked in public by a stranger’s cock. Despite her tears, though, she still orgasmed twice, and then again when he ejaculated into her pussy. She thought it might be over but another cock slid in almost as soon as the first pulled out, and she was fucked again. They kept her on the train when her stop came, holding her still so she missed it, and then she was fucked a third time. By the time they eventually let her go she was an incoherent mess. They kept all her clothes this time, so she was naked, sobbing, with the cum of multiple strangers dripping from her cunt. By any objective measure, it was the worst thing that had ever happened to her in her life. But she didn’t report it, of course. And she took the C-train again the next day… and the next…
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I should start taking the train.
I’m too ugly to have that done to me, the best I ever had was an intensive tit grope.. more like a maul.