as what the title says, i want to share and talk about my favorite audios. will def make a part two.
note: check warnings before listening!
these are all M4F. the only requirement i have for these audios to be labeled as my “favorite” is if it made me orgasm, yes seriously.
so here we go:
1. “Deciding You Want More Than the Things He Buys You” by AugustInTheWinter
- this is a wealthy M x spoiled F audio where you are in a sugar baby-esque relationship with M.
- will forever be a favorite of mine, i come back to it again and again.
- the “why should we go to your bedroom? i’m not your fucking boyfriend, right?” line gets me WET every single time.
- this August boy… i swear… he is my favorite “cummer” in the history of 🌶️ audios, he sounds absolutely good when he finishes. pls pls listen to him.
TMI: i always picture Mike Faist in the Challengers movie with his voice… is that allowed… or…
(may you all also see the Vision)
2. “Your Wedding Night with the Enemy Prince” by AugustInTheWinter
- JESUS FUCKING CHRIST…
3. “The Cute Barista is actually… A Hard Dom?!” by UselessTimidity
- like the title, soft-boy turns out to be a hard dom; wolf in sheep’s clothing type of thing?
- the communication was absolutely beautiful, first time i got turned on by how he told her what he wanted. when i tell you my heart fluttered when this guy giggled during that part.
4. “Keeping the Bride’s Brother Out Of Trouble at the Wedding Reception” by AugustInTheWinter
- (guessed my favorite creator yet?)
- M is a slutty horndog and F is asked by the bride to make sure he doesn’t do anything, so F fucks M to distract him.
- made me love slutty Mswitch oh my god the power of August is unbelievable.
6. “You Are NOT Wearing That Out” by LateNightFeels_
- man i mean that “say goodbye to me and give me a kiss” alr did shit to me so.
- i love LateNightFeels_’s tease, borderline toxic, def has issues, bfe audios. a great guilty pleasure of mine TRULY.
7. “Your Obsessed BF Won’t Let You Break Up With Him” by LateNightFeels_
- again, please read tags before listening.
- this was my first listen of this creator and shit he got me immediately.
8. “Fucking You Was Not What I Came Here For” by Badjhur
- will always love the “you think you’re so special?” to “you’re the only one who can ruin me”-esque situations.
- the tongue clicking badjhur likes to do in his audios to get your attention never gets old.
- RIP man, i miss you greatly.
9. “Teaching Your Slutty Friend Some Respect” by AugustInTheWinter
- i was grinning the entire time.
- August (and GEDAudio) is your BFF if you like men whining.
10. “The Sergeant’s Diamond” by TheJarlintheUK
- a bridgerton inspired au
- this made me like british accents LMAO
- MY PROUDEST NUT YET
- the whole “The May Ball” collab is worth a listen. they all fucking ate with this one.
Whimpering against my knight’s neck as he orders me ride to ride his cock on my throne. Feeling his hand guide my chin to face him, admiring and kissing my tranced out face. Telling me how cute I look when I drool my mind away for him. Whispering in my ear how cute it is that the prince is so needy for his knight’s cock. My body becoming limp and even more needy as he pulls me deeper into his trance. Feeing my body shiver when I I’m made to watch my crown being lifted from my head and see it lower onto his head. His cock thrusting into me faster, kissing me, telling me what a good little prince I am for him. Panting, he pulls my body even closer to his, whispering in my ear to cum and break for him. Trembling as I moan out in pleasure and milk his cock, feeling him quickly start to twitch and cum inside of me. His hand caressing my back while I weekly babble what’s left of my mind away. My chin being guided back to look at him, unable to do anything but let him fill my head with his control.
you love taking hikes through the woods. the green of the forest relaxes you, helping you to let go of the stress of your regular life. you sometimes go on multi-day hikes, setting up a campsite far away from civilization, where no one can stumble upon you by accident. you're on your latest hike, on a new path that you heard about from a friend of a friend. "a lot of surprises" they said. "you'll want to go back to see if you missed anything." you have no clue what they could have meant by it, but the hike was challenging and you picked a lovely spot to set up camp for the night, so you're more than willing to come back again if it means finding something new. you lay out all of your equipment as the sun starts to creep toward the horizon, ready to set up camp for the night.
you realize after laying everything out that you forgot your lantern, meaning that you'll need to find firewood for the night. you sigh and grab your knife, starting toward the trail head. it looks more overgrown than it did when you first walked it, but you shake it off, knowing its likely just a trick of the waning light. you look down, trying to make sure you stay on the trail as best as you can. beneath your feet there are all kinds of thin vines snaking across the path, getting more and more abundant as you go. you look up and notice that the woods around you don't look quite so familiar, and you wonder if you went down a disused side trail. you're a bit worried, but you figure you can just retrace your steps to find your way back. despite knowing that you should probably head back before too much light leaves you, there's something compelling you to stay. you figure you're just curious about the flora, and continue on.
before too long, you look up and realize that not only has dusk set in, but you're in a clearing you're certain you've never been in before. it seems sunken in from the rest of the woods around you, with vines strung up between the trees, nearly blotting out all of the remaining sunlight. there are a couple dangling down, caressing your skin, and they make up a solid carpet under your feet. there's several species, and you investigate a few of them closer, curious to see the differences. one of them seem to have flowers in the early stages of blooming, while there are others that seem to have hooked barbs on them, and yet others that look like ivy.
you notice that some of the flowers seem to be blooming before your very eyes, opening and spreading their petals, and you grab one of the vines, examining it to see what could have caused it. the flower is unlike anything you've ever seen before, and you notice a thick layer of pollen on the inside of the petals. against your better judgement, you lean in and take a deep breath, breathing some of the pollen in. your vision grows foggy as your legs grow weak, and you sink to your knees, the vines soft underneath you. around you, the clearing starts to glow, multicolor lights emanating from inside the flowers. you look around in astonishment, unlike everything you've ever seen. as though it couldn't get any stranger, you swear that you can see some of the vines move, not from a breeze, but on their own. it seems impossible, but you swear that you can feel the vines moving, both around you and underneath you, and as they do, you realize just how hot the air is. you slide your jacket off, then figure that it can't hurt to take off your shirt too. you don't want to overheat and figure that you should stay there for a while so as to not overexert yourself. the vines against your skin are so comforting, and you can't help but sink down further on to the ground, if only to feel them against your bare skin. they feel cool, squirming underneath you as you sink back, letting them surround you. some of them start to climb their way under your pants and into your socks, and you take them off as well. it seems foolish to keep them on if nature is just going to work its way in anyway.
once your clothes are gone, the vines wrap around your limbs, and you try to sit up, but they hold you down, the hooked barbs sinking into your skin. as you start to struggle, you watch as a larger vine made up of several smaller ones coiled together slips into your mouth, going down your throat. the vines start to break off from one another, one group of them sinking down into your lungs, releasing more of the pollen directly into them. almost as soon as it does, you go limp, though you can still feel every one of the vines writhing around on your skin. the other group goes toward your stomach, stopping just short and releasing some kind of liquid. as soon as you feel it start to fill you, your skin grows hotter and more sensitive, and you wonder if you would be able to get your hand away from the vines for long enough to try and get yourself off. as though they can tell what you're thinking, a few of the vines start to dance over your clit, and you gasp, the sensation made even more blissful by the aphrodisiacs the vines gave you. they pull away, and you try to move to feel any sort of friction, but the vines don't seem to want to give it to you. instead, the vines beneath you start to work your ass open as another one curls its way up your leg and slides into your cunt, and you let out a quick gasp. the vines slither around inside of you, filling you and sliding against every inch of your insides, and you moan.
one of the vines slides up to your clit again, barely touching it, but even that makes you tremble with pleasure, desperate to find out just how far the vines will go. it moves delicately, almost as though it's aware that you want to feel it touch you, but that it will be so much better if it makes you wait for it. the vine starts to twitch, randomly hitting your clit as it does, though the vine still down your throat does a good job of stifling the sounds that its pulling out of you. you can feel more of the liquid being released and you melt even further into the vines, unable to think about anything but the feeling of them on your skin and inside of you, still moving around, for what purpose, you couldn't care less. every time the vine touches your clit you can feel yourself getting closer to an orgasm, and you don't know how much longer you can take it teasing you. fortunately, it decides that it's had enough fun playing with you and presses right up against your clit, sliding over it and into your already full pussy to the point where you can see a small bulge where the vines are inside of you. as the vine continues to slide into your cunt, the ones in your ass finally slow down, having filled you as much as you think you can physically take. as you start to get used to the sensations of the vines that are still moving around you, they all start to shake, stimulating you in ways that you didn't know you could be stimulated, and you gasp as every one of the vines inside of you comes at the same time, all releasing their aphrodisiac into you. you can't even make a sound, the orgasm ripping through you and sending every part of you into a heat unlike any you've ever known. after they've emptied themselves into you, the vines keep moving just for you, working themselves over your clit and your inner thighs as the aftershocks burn through you. another orgasm builds and crashes down on you before you can even recover from the first one, and the vines keep you like that, cumming like you never have before, your brain gone, only thinking about the near unbearable pleasure, for hours on end. every now and then, they give you more of their euphoric aphrodisiacs, keeping you mindless while they fuck you senseless. there's cum oozing out of you, both yours and the vines, sticky like sap, making it nigh impossible for the vines to go anywhere even if they wanted to. you eventually pass out from it all, the feeling of everything becoming too much for you to take.
when you wake up, you realize that you're back at your campsite, still naked, but with your clothes folded next to you. you sit up, trying to figure out what happened and how you got there, most of everything past arriving to the campsite a hazed blur to you. you look down and spot some of the sticky sap on your legs, and a few faded memories make their way back into your head. you remember the flowers and the vines in the clearing, and your knees almost grow weak thinking about it alone. you shake your head, figuring it was some kind of insane hallucination brought on by the pollen in the flowers, but still, it wouldn't exactly explain why you woke up with no clothes on. as you start to get dressed again, you think about what your friend said when they recommended you the trail. you figure you can always come back and see if you find anything new on the second trip around.
Hello ladies and Gentlemen. It’s story time. This one has Non-Con, Tentacles, Monster Fucking, Breeding, Drugging, and Mind Control. Please to not read this story if you feel that any of these things are not for you or may trigger you.
The summer day was exceptionally hot this year due to climate change and global warming and took its toll on the population of the small rural town that normally did not see such warm temperatures. Only a few buildings had Air Conditioning, so the town did what it could to remain cool in the brutal unrelenting heat.
The summer was finally coming to an end with the temperatures cooling off as the sun went down, giving the parched, drought-stricken landscape some relief. This particular night was the crest of the Perseids Meteor shower, and the people of the area had been enjoying the nightly displays as the meteors rocketed through the sky displaying bright flashes and streaks of white, blue, and red as they burned up in the Earth’s upper atmosphere.
She had moved here for the cheaper rents and was now able to afford a whole house to herself since having gone remote during the pandemic. It was a lot more space than the cramped apartment she had owned in the city, but she made the adjustment easily.
The town was quaint and quiet, and a far cry from the city she had moved from. People here were friendly and respected each other’s privacy and crime was pretty much nonexistent.
As the final bits of light faded from the sky, she moved to her back deck in her nightgown and looked up at the stars while sipping a glass of wine. Here and there she saw a flash of light as a meteor flared and died in the sky.
Finishing her wine, she stretched and headed back inside, leaving the sliding door from the deck to her bedroom open to allow the cooler air from outside in, something she would never have done previously. As she readied herself for bed, she pulled the bed covers down, but decided she would sleep on top of them tonight. It was much too hot to currently sleep under them, but in the cooler temperatures of the night she might need them.
After reading a couple chapters more of the hot new fantasy novel she had picked up recently, she drifted off to sleep, dreaming of finding her own true love.
She awoke sometime later, disturbed from her sleep, but unable to figure out by what. The room was still, dark, and quiet. The only sound was the sound of insects coming in from outside through her still open door.
Her heart was hammering in her chest, but she could not tell why. Tring to blink the sleep from her eyes, she reached for her bedside lamp and flipped the light on, only to be greeted by a sight her brain couldn’t quite understand as her eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness.
Thick grey greenish Tentacles surrounded her, pulsating and glistening wet in the dim yellow light of the bedside lamp. She moved suddenly in fear and disgust, she opened her mouth to scream, when they suddenly descended on her from all sides.
One took advantage of her open mouth, turning her scream into strangled cry, cutting it off before it could even be made. She tried to bite down, but the flesh was like hard rubber, it’s taste sickly sweet in her mouth. Other tentacles grabbed her wrists and ankles attempting to subdue her as she twisted and fought, trying to break free of their iron like grasp.
The large tentacle in her mouth moved deeper, cutting off her supply of oxygen. She struggled harder in panic, quickly using up what air she had left. As her vision began to tunnel, she could hear her pulse hammering in her ears, drowning out all other sounds as she lost consciousness.
Time passed and she awoke a short time later suspended slightly off the bed in a cradle of warm slimy tentacles. The tentacle has left her mouth, but her mind was slightly foggy as she lay there, unable to resist as they roamed over her body and beneath her nightgown.
With a tug, she felt her nightgown rip and slip free as it was suddenly shredded from off her body. She was completely nude now with nothing between her and the slimy, rubbery exploring tentacles. One wrapped around her throat, and it began testing how much it needed to constrict to restrict her air, its thick tip moved over her lips, slightly coating them in slime.
She closed her mouth tightly and felt it suddenly cut off her air supply. As she opened her mouth in surprise, it moved between her lips and slide deep inside her throat. It was thicker than any man she had ever pleasured before, and she fought her gag reflex, and it forced its way down her gullet. With a deep thrust she felt it push deep and then a hot warm liquid began burning down her throat to her stomach.
Her body began to feel warm and relaxed and the fogginess in her mind began to deepen. She felt her nipples and clitoris harden with a sudden warm need as her body flushed deeply from the narcotics in the creature’s secretions.
Two tentacles wrapped around her breasts and the tips split open to reveal mouths on the ends that attached themselves to her engorged nipples suckling on them. Another as thick as her wrist began to rub between her legs, and she could feel herself becoming wet in anticipation and need. It was easily three times larger than anything she had seen before.
Through the fog in her mind, she knew it was her destiny to ride this monster phallic tentacle before her. Looking down she could see the bulbus head was already dripping with a thick milky fluid. Like a cobra, it suddenly speared her, filling her completely with its massive girth. She felt the sudden pressure as it violently penetrated her, but no pain as it stretched her easily using its slime and her own dripping fluids for lubrication.
She moaned loudly around the tentacle in her mouth and arched her back at the sudden entry. Her whole body shook as it began to violently fuck her harder and deeper than she had ever been fucked before. She involuntary convulsed as her brain was assaulted by the sudden pleasure of the violent need of the creatures fucking and she felt her higher brain functions began to shut down as she was overwhelmed by the sensations of the multiple tentacles stimulating her.
She came then, suddenly, and hard, a hot gush of her womanly juices shooting from her tight love tunnel to hit the far wall with a warm platter. She lay hung there limply as the tentacles continued their relentless assault. One nuzzled and prodded her sphincter before pushing into her final, unfilled hole.
She moaned weakly as the sensations continued to build under their relentless assault, and it was not long before another, then another, then another orgasm overwhelmed her senses again and again. Time passed for her in a haze and after a while she felt them beginning to slow. She managed to force her eyes open to see the main body of the entity assaulting her.
It was a large kind of snail/slug looking creature the size of a large dog, its body covered in tentacles and rough scales. Eye stalks watched her as its many appendages stimulated and assaulted her. As she watched, she could see a large bulge moving from its body, then along a thick tentacle, followed by another, then another. They moved along inside it, and she followed the movement as she hung there until it moved out of sight between her legs.
Suddenly she felt the tentacle inside her vagina begin to expand as it forced the bulge past her lower lips to begin moving the bulge up into her birth canal. She felt the pressure of the creature’s egg as it forced it deeper inside her. Soon another forced her lower lips apart, and another.
As the first reached her cervix, she felt it pause, then the pressure build up and it attempted to work past the small opening. She shifted and moaned, and even through her drugged state she could feel the pain and pressure of it trying to force something much larger than her body could normally take.
With a sudden hard push, she felt the egg pop into her womb. Her stomach bulged slightly as the egg was deposited, followed by another, then another, and then another, until she finally lost count. It was not long before her stomach looked as if she were 6 months pregnant from the clutch of eggs that had been deposited inside her.
After all the eggs were deposited, the tentacles went back to their work, taking her deeply in every hole her body had to offer until she was once again having multiple orgasms. Before long she felt the tentacles tense, and they began pumping the creatures warm thick seed into her, fertilizing its eggs and feeding her both orally and anally.
She felt her womb begin to fill even more as the eggs inside her were fertilized, and she passed out from the bliss and pleasure of feeling so full.
Sometime later she awoke laying on the bed, naked and covered in a mixture of the creature’s fluids and her own. Her stomach was as large, as if she were 9 months pregnant. She felt unnaturally relaxed and calm despite the ordeal she had just endured.
It was not long before she felt a quiver in her belly, then another, and then another as the eggs inside her began to hatch. Her hands began to stroke her swollen belly as one by one the eggs matured and bursts inside her. The feeling felt slightly odd to her, but not totally unpleasant.
As the hours passed, she felt the brood inside her grow, then begin moving around inside her until the first located the entrance to her womb. Slowly tentacles slid down from inside her womb, down her birth canal and out of her vagina to wrap around each of her legs. Very slowly the first of her alien brood began to pull itself from her, raping her body slowly from the inside out. It was only the natural narcotics secreted from the alien creatures inside her keeping her numb, aroused, and from feeling any pain. With a sigh of relief, the first pulled itself free from her body in a gush of warm thick fluids.
She panted hard as the next of her brood found its way down through the opening of her cervix to follow its sibling. As the first of her brood acclimated to the new environment, it began to move up her body and to her breast, and attached itself her nipple, suckling and gaining nutrients from its mother.
One by one the creatures spawn pulled themselves from her womb until she once again lost count in the haze of bliss and orgasm. She could feel each of them feed on her breasts before moving off into the night from her bedroom, in search of their own breeding prey.
As the final alien creature left her, she lay limply and completely spent on the bed.
A soft rustling came from beside the bed as the large snail like Alien moved once more onto the bed and next to her. A tentacle entered her slack mouth and began filling her stomach with thick creamy fluid to restore her strength and vitality.
The creature was not done with her yet, and she knew she still had a purpose to serve.
She would be the mother for many more of its kind as it sought to become the dominate life form on the planet Earth.
As always, if you managed to make it this far, I hope you enjoyed this story. My thanks to those who provided some inspiration and encouragement while waiting for me to complete it.
So being overtop of them while they’re asleep? Maybe having walked in after they had a long day at work, passed out on the bed. So deep in their sleep that they don’t notice you get onto the bed and slip their bottoms and underwear off.
Watching them shift and move as the cold air hits them, only to sink down between their legs and start digging in.. their little noises they make while asleep or how they shift to push more into your mouth… Only for them to whine when you pull away, and sink into bliss when you push two fingers into them.
Having them slip into a beautiful wet dream because of you, rocking against you until suddenly their eyes flutter open and they look at you with awe and lust, unsure if it’s their dream still or not. Getting cocky and pushing down onto your fingers and riding them in a way they’d never do if they were fully awake and aware.
Only for the embarrassment and shock to hit their face when you coo a soft “good morning my love” with a purr and they stop everything. Only for you to keep going. Their frantic pleas for you to slow down or pause being drowned out by their own moans as you speed up your fingers and pin them down to the bed while they squirm and whine loudly…. Mmmm…
Sitting on the couch with someone, watching something he wanted to show me. Subliminales and words not related to the video slowly start taking up the screen, making my brain become fuzzy. Leaning forward to try to focus more on the video to make more sense of it.
Opening my mouth to ask if something’s wrong with the screen but it’s so hard to think of what words to say. My mouth agape as I try to remember what I was even going to ask.
“What’s wrong? Are you having trouble hearing the video? I know it’s a bit quiet. Here! Let me turn it up for you.” He says teasingly, clicking the volume button.
‘That was nice of him, maybe I…can…’ the subliminales start to flash faster, there’s now a low drone in my ears. ‘Was that…there…before…?’ It’s so difficult trying to remember…
“Don’t try to think about it so hard,” he leans closer to me, rubbing his hand on my thigh, “ just keep listening, that’s all I want you to do.”
‘Just…listen…’ I feel my mouth loosen even more, my body becoming more relaxed. ‘It’s…easy…to…listen…’ I feel the droning become louder, taking up more of my brain. The words taking up the screen now, my body unconsciously reacting. ‘Maybe if I…do what it says…it will help…yeah…rubbing…always…clears my mind…’ I spread my legs slowly, reaching my hand down my pants to rub along with the video.
“See, you don’t need to think about anything.” Moving his hand up to cup my face, “it’s so easy to let go and listen, isn’t that right?” I feel my head nod.
The word changes on the screen again. ‘Suck…sucking would…help me…need to…suck…’ I feel his finger slowly enter my mouth, ‘Suck…’
“That’s it, keep watching the video.” Sticking another finger in my mouth, “Good boy.” His other hand starts to wander around my body, groping my breasts. “Such a good boy.”
I moan around his fingers, taking them deeper in my mouth. ‘Keep…watching…’ my eyes unable to look away. Needing to watch the screen, needing to go deeper as the word changes again.
‘Obey… need to… obey…’
“Let me think for you, you can’t think for yourself.” He pulls out his fingers, watching my mouth open again. “Good boys let Master think for them, good boys love to obey.”
“Can’t…think…for… myself…” I drone out.
“Good boys keep watching the video.” His hands slowly start to remove my clothes.
“Good…boys…keep…watching…”
“Good boys bend over”
“Good…boys..bend…over…” I feel my body move on its own, standing up and bending over the table in front of us.
“Good boys spread their legs.” He reaches to pull his zipper down, his cock already hard.
“Good…boys…spread” my lets instinctively spread apart, my cunt already wet, begging for something to fill it.
His full length inside of me with one thrust. Unable to muffle my moans as he starts to move. His strong hand holding my head up to face the screen. “Good boys rub faster.”
“Good…b-boys…rub…faster…”
The video’s subliminales flash faster, previous words flashing on the screen. His cock thrusting harder and harder, unable to stop my increasing noises as I’m used. A new word is shown on the screen.
“Cum…c-cum…cum….” I whimper as I cum on Master’s cock, shaking as he continues to fuck me, the pleasure overwhelming.
“That’s it, cum out what’s left in that dumb little mind. You don’t need that anymore.” He lets go of my head, knowing I have no will move it. Using both of his hands to fuck my body deeper and faster.
The word flashes again, and again and again. My mind shattering, unable to stop cumming.
Feeling his cock twitch, his hands force me down as he pumps me full of his cum. My cunt milking all that’s left. The word still flashing on the screen as he pulls out of me, my legs trembling as I collapse onto the table, clenching as another orgasm takes over.
He zips his pants back up and sits back down, watching my conditioning take over until the video is over. Filling my hole with his fingers until he can pump another load into me.
Thinking about a hypno file taking me too deep. Someone walking into my room to find me leaning over my desk, drooling as I rub what’s left of my mind away.
Not even noticing his presence as his hands curiously pinch and grab at my breasts. Trailing his hands down towards my cunt. Inserting a finger to see how wet and desperate I am. Hearing me whimper and mindlessly spread my legs for easier access.
He needs a stress reliever anyway, a wet hole to empty into. Unzipping his pants to shove his cock inside of me. Hearing my soft moans as he stretches me out and starts thrusting into me. His hands toying with my body while using my needy little hole. Finishing inside of me, making sure I take it all before he pulls out.
Before he leaves my room, he sets my file to loop. Cum dripping down my leg as I can’t do anything but rub my swollen clit. Breaking my mind more and more with each loop. Feeling his cock pump me full of his cum whenever he pleases.
It won’t be long until my mind breaks, permanently becoming his set of holes to use and fill. Just a mindless little fucktoy.
I love the idea of free use, but not with strangers
With friends
To have a group of male best friends who I genuinely love and see as pals
We hang out normally all the time
But if one of them gets a little horny
Or if they need to take their anger out
They come into my house unannounced and fuck me senseless
We have cute video game and pizza dates as a friend group, but they slip something into my drink, and I wake up to them acting casual as if nothing happened and a dull ache between my legs
They always let me hit the blunt as much as i want because they know when I get high I basically become a sex servant
I want to be sat on the couch with all of them and one of them announces that he’s taking me to another room to fuck me, and no one bats an eye
They’re protective over me like brothers because my pussy belongs to them
I send them pictures of every outfit I wear incase one of them wants to use me in it
I want to be one of the guys, but also their personal fleshlight
Thinking about a creature with mind-numbing saliva folding me tightly in half and grabbing my face to jam their long, serpentine tongue down my throat to get me all dumb and ditzy. Then moving to rock the bulbous tip of their cock against my hole until every fat inch pries my tight ass open and they can pound me raw to their heart’s content—purely focused on drenching my hole with thick, heavy seed and chasing dozens of heavenly orgasms. All while I’m choking on their wet tongue and making an endless amount of muffled noise; the constant plapping sounds from their breeder balls spanking me and their swollen cock ruining my hole for anybody else. Stuffing me silly and making me their convenient little pump n dump for the next few hours until their cock is sore and my entire body is soaked in cum, thoroughly scenting me so they can track me down again when they need their insatiable cock milked.
Thinking about a monster breeding farm that has to keep hiring new employees because they keep getting picked off one by one and bred by the very creatures they're paid to look after. All it takes is a little trip and a fall to give the carnal creatures the perfect opportunity to rip the flimsy seams of their work overalls open and squeeze their musky cock into an extra tight, warm, human hole all ready to breed. From there, there's no getting out from under whatever creature decided to claim them until they're wholly dominated by hyper-fertile seed and rapidly swelling with a nice, big litter like every other brood-mare in the stables.
Brutally filled to the brim with hot cum by a thick, flared cock that's just made for knocking bitches up; overwhelmed with intense hormones and pheromones making their chests plump with milk and brains turn to mush as they're remoulded into the perfect brood carrier.
The handful they've managed to snag are helpless when they're always so heavily pregnant and/or being repeatedly mounted by every stud in the stalls who can't resist stretching a sow around their big, fat cock to bloat them with even more virile seed that their little bodies seem to love. It's a farm after all, and that's what the monsters are there to do.
i’m so obsessed with stories about microchips and control collars and stuff like that. the idea of someone slipping something around my neck or installing something into the back of my head that will slowly (or not-so-slowly) alter my thoughts and actions irresistibly.
i don’t know what i like better: the actions being altered directly first or the thoughts being altered directly first.
if my thoughts changed first, i would feel my mind being altered slowly bit by bit, but ultimately i would be under the impression that the actions i took were my choice all along. i do like the idea of being forced to think i should choose to serve someone, and to be driven just by the warm buzz that the control chip or collar introduces into the back of my mind. i love the idea of giving into the overwhelming pleasure that reinforces actions that i ultimately chose to take
on the other hand, i love the idea of the collar or chip or whatever taking over my actions immediately. i love the idea of becoming a passenger in my own mind as my body serves without need for my brain, and as i reckon with the pleasure im forced to experience as a passenger, my mindset is gradually changed as i begin to believe that the actions im made to do anyway are correct
A big fantasy of mine is to get strapped up in front of a camera. I can't move, and there's a toy attached to a machine in front of me. My legs are spread.
Above me, I can see two screens. There's a pretty pink spiral on the main one directly in my view. On the second screen is a spiral and a stream chat.
The camera turns on, and a livestream starts. I am being broadcasted to thousands of strangers.
Someone in the chat donates $5. The timer starts counting down 5 minutes. The machine in front of me whirrs to life, pushing a large dildo into my pussy. It thrusts in and out of me slowly, as I gasp and moan and struggle against my binding.
At the end of the 5 minutes, the machine stops and I'm able to regain some of my composure. But only for a moment. Another donation comes in, the timer resetting itself. The machine starts fucking me again.
Images flash on the spiralling screen and I stare at it. I don't know why I want to watch it, but I do. Soon enough, I'm a drooling, stupid mess, getting fucked on and off for who knows how long.
Donation after donation floods the stream, the timer unable to hit zero before another donation resets it.
How long have I been fucked by this machine now? An hour? 10 hours? A day, a week?
The stream milks orgasm after orgasm out of me. What ever protest I was making has now melted into sweet, loud moans. I'm not even aware I'm begging for more.
After countless more orgasms, I've lost the ability to speak. I just smile and moan, cumming over and over and over again.
Finally, the donations slow down. The machine slows to a stop one last time, not that I'm aware of it. The last of my audience witnesses someone walk into view of the camera, and clip a collar around my neck. This is my new life
Thinking about you sneaking into my house to break my mind
I’m deeply asleep and you take your time arranging me body the way you want it. Gently, you tie me down, my legs spread as wide as they’ll go. You slip a silky blindfold over my eyes. And instead of using a pendulum or a metronome or a spiral for induction, you start to tap, tap, tap on my clit
In my sleep, my body is responding. You can see the first drops of wetness appear at my opening. You’re whispering into my ear, speaking right into my dreaming mind, laying the groundwork. You know I’ll resist - you know they always do - but you’ve mastered the art of making submission as easy as possible
You decide I’m ready and give my exposed cunt one quick slap to jolt me awake. Im dazed and muddled and by the time I realize I’m not dreaming you’re already tap, tap, tapping again
At first I fight it, pulling on the restraints and demanding to know who you are and what you want but the knots are secure, the blindfold isn’t budging, and all I hear is a low chuckle
You patiently keep at it for what feels like ages, drumming out a slow, steady rhythm on my swollen clit
Tap, tap, tap
I should be trying to resist but I’m having a hard time thinking, all I can focus on is the little jolt of feeling every time you tap
I know that at some point you started talking but I can’t catch the words, your voice is matching the rhythm of your fingers as it slips into my ears and tickles the back of my mind without me ever properly hearing
Without warning, you start on a new rhythm, taptap, taptap, taptap
The sudden change startles me and I dimly realize that my mouth is open, tongue out, drool starting to gather
I realize I feel good
I’m fuzzy and overstimulated but the heat in my cunt is growing and my body is twitching with every taptap until that rhythm is the only thing I can hold in my mind
The bed beneath me is drenched and I briefly wonder when I got so wet. I have just a flash of an intimation that something is wrong and I shouldn’t be so turned on, but the next taptap snaps my focus back to my aching clit
Where it should be, I realize
Faster now
Taptaptaptaptaptaptap
My body is writhing against the restraints and I’m crashing toward an orgasm when suddenly the tapping stops
The air feels cool on my exposed cunt, my clit still throbbing in time even though you’re not touching me anymore
Somewhere in the back of my blurry brain, the old me is humiliated by the mewling whine that comes out of my mouth at the denial
“Look at you, squirming and drooling, your cunt dripping.” I can finally grasp your words now that the tapping has stopped. Your voice is low and haughty, utterly in control. “I can push you over the edge, do you want that?”
I can’t seem to find any words in my head, or at least I can’t get them to come out of my mouth, but I need to cum so badly, and I nod my head frantically
“Can’t even speak? You must be in desperate agony. I’ll let you cum. But know this - the minute you cum, this will become your permanent self. Your mind will never be clear again. You will live to have your holes used, to obey me, to edge and drool and whine whenever I want, for whomever I want. That’s all you’ll ever be able hold in your empty head. You will become a stupid little doll, trapped by her own needy cunt. Do you understand?”
I nod again, tongue still lolling out, I don’t care what the consequences are, I just need to cum
“Tell me what you want.”
“Please…” There’s only one clear thought in my head and it’s taking everything I have to get the words out, it’s hard but I know it will make you happy if I can just get this one sentence out
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
i love a little bit of cum magic. i think we all do.
dragon’s cum that’s so warm, and it makes you heat up. and after long enough, after being filled enough, your body just wants to be that warm. its too cold without- best to cuddle up with your dragon again and nestle its hot cock inside you again to stop your shivering.
werewolf cum that floods you with endorphins, with hormones. it makes you want to gather up soft pelts and make yourself a little nest, it makes you smell sweeter to the werewolf’s nose. it makes you find yourself chasing a craving you can’t seem to satisfy- until you realize that the emptiness in your stomach isn’t a lack of food, but a lack of cock.
mermaid cum that makes little webs span your fingers and toes, that makes thin gills sprout at your ribcage so your partner can pull you deeper into the water. youll find quickly that your skin gets dehydrated once you spend too long too far away.
demon cum that makes everything feel so much better. its hot and its so much and gods, you just want more. you cant help becoming insatiable, especially not when youve grown little horns, and having your demon hold onto them just feels so, so good.
