I want my girlfriend to walk around in a skirt with no panties under, so whenever I feel the need, I can just reach down and finger her.
We're sitting next to each other in the cinema, and when I get bored I start to reach down. First I just run my fingers over her body and tease her by peeking through her skirt. She starts whimpering, because she knows exactly what's coming.
I reach down further and touch her entrance, all while she is trying to keep up the composure to not be found out. The movie is long gone, all she can feel are my fingers against her most sensitive parts. I lean in to whisper in her ear:
"Don't make a sound. If you do, I'm gonna have to punish you later."
She obeys like a good girl, and slaps her hand over her mouth as I begin to move around inside her. No one but me can hear it, but her breathing is ragged and short. I know she's close. I know she wants this.
"Mistress wants you to cum silently. Do that for me."
I put in another finger and start to violently thrash around inside of her. I feel her wetness, her desperation and her desire to cum. As she reaches her climax, I use my free hand to cover her mouth.
Every muscle in her body tenses, and I can see how all she wants is to convulse and scream in please. But doing so would not please Mistress. And a good girl always obeys her Mistress.
Once she is recovered, I slip my hand out of her skirt and lick off her delicious juices. She is panting from exhaustion as a single tiny moan escapes her. But Mistress did not give permission to speak yet.
"Oh? I suppose I'll have to punish you then."
I see the fear in her eyes as I slip my hand back into her skirt. Mistress does not like when her girls disobey.
Daddy has a sports party coming up this weekend. He wants you guys to choose which maid outfit his stupud bitch will wear for his friends and a couple of wives. Sheer skirt without bra and panties... OR no skirt with black thong.
The sports party daddy had yesterday was a LOT of fun!!! Daddy had 6 of his friends over and 2 brought their wives. Since nobody picked a outfit I went with the top one. Men and women were constantly smacking my ass, slapping my face, calling me names, and groping me while I served them. When I bent over to serve food or drinks fingers were going in my cunt and hands grabbing my tits. During breaks they would make me lay on the floor and finger myself in front of them while they called me names and laughed at me because of how stupid I am. The 4 men without a wife there fucked my throat and cunt a few times each in front of everybody while the game was on. 1 of the wives lifted her skirt and made me eat her out while one of the men was behind me balls deep in my pussy.
I was naked before the game was over. When it ended the 2 guys and their wives left. Daddy and the 4 men that came alone spent the next couple hours fucking my sss and cunt and throat at the same time until I was cum filled and cum soaked exhausted mess. I fell asleep on the floor as they got dressed and left. I woke up later with Daddy on top of me. He lifted my legs on his shoulders and was pushing his big cock back up my ass. He told me I was such a good whore for him and that made me squirt all over me and him. When Daddy slammed in me and pumped another load inside me my brain just quit. I was in cock and cum whore heaven! He pulled out and climbed up on me to rub his cum soaked dick all over my face. When he was done he put me in my kennel for the night with a large butt plug and a plug in my pussy.
Woke up this morning THROBBING and needing Daddy. I showered and went to his room and crawled into bed with him. I sucked his cock hard before climbing on him and sliding his cock in my ass. As I was grinding on his cock i was thanking him for letting me be his stupid bitch, teaching me to serve men, and letting me be a whore for him. He pumped a BIG load up my ass. When I felt him stop throbbing inside me I climbed off so I could lick and suck his cock clean. His cum tastes SOOOO FUCKING GOOD!!!
“It’s not like I can just drop into trance.” You whined to your friend. “It’s something that only a trained hypnotist can make me do.”
“So I can’t just snap my fingers and say cock obsessed? Like this.” They snapped and you immediately dropped to your knees, unbuttoning their pants.
You didn’t know why but you had to suck your friend’s cock. Their big, hard, throbbing cock. Just the thought made your mouth water. Just the thought of cock got you all worked up.
Finally seeing it, smelling it, tasting it was sure to cure your obsession.
But then suddenly wake up with me ballsdeep inside of you. This was just a normal sleepover between friends. But now you are being pushed down as my fat cock fills you up. I hold one hand onto your mouth while kissing and biting your neck. The other hand is groping your breasts and roughly pinching your nipple. Treating you like my personal little fucktoy.
“Sorry. I woke up with a hard on. Didn’t want to masturbate so- fuck.. you are tight. Decided to use this tight little pussy alll for myself.”- i groan in your ear as I roughly pound away at your pussy. Treating you like my tight little cocksleeve. Fucking you in your sleep, groping you, kissing you. And now fucking you deeply to orgasm after orgasm. I wrap one hand around your throat and use the other to rub your clit. I groan in your ear and call you filthy names~ while also kissing you gently. I’m letting you cum again and again.
But don’t stop even if you are sensative. I just keep. Fucking you. Again. And again. Unloading load after load deeep inside of you and then rolling over as my overflowing creampie leeks out of your well used pussy.
“Hmhmm that was soo good. You dont mind if I use you more often from now on uh? You don’t mind me pounding you raw and deep at night like this? Right?”👀
Please, use me just like this, whenever your cock is hard and you need somewhere warm and wet to sink into. Fill me with every load of cum that comes out of your cock from now on.
I have this fantasy where a group of men that I trust a lot (friends, coworkers, etc) get me a little tipsy at an otherwise boring party or gathering and convince me to play the "Who is touching you?" game, except they neglect to tell me the rest of the rules until I'm already blindfolded with my hands tied around my back. The rules being, each man will take turns "touching" (kissing, groping, stripping...as far as they want to go), and I must guess who it is while blindfolded. If I guess correctly, they must stop immediately, and pass me to the next person. If I guess incorrectly, they get to continue until they cum, however they want to use me to get off. I am then passed to the next person and they will rejoin the que to go again.
Between the sting of betrayal of abused trust and humiliation of what is happening to me I would have to quickly guess whose turn it was to prevent myself from being raped and abused, but after a wrong guess here that leads to a violent blowjob until I'm choking on cock and sobs and a wrong guess there that has my nipples dripping in cum after a forced tit-fuck, it's so hard to focus and concentrate and answer quickly before things go too far that I make another mistake and there's nothing I can do to stop the mystery predator from putting himself inside me and shoving me full, moving my body up and down with his thrusts as the party watches, finishing his turn deep in my womb before passing me on to the next, woozy and mortified and trembled and in no shape to make any more correct guesses. . .
You nod. Of course you do. You’ve heard of it plenty even if you’ve never played it before. In the distance, the music is crooning, some pop mix that you have knew little of and care about even less.
Your skin is tingling as they gather up the ropes. You always had a thing for bondage but you have never gotten a chance to actually do anything until now. Tim grins, gesturing for you to turn around, to put your hands behind your back. You do, barely managing to hide your grin.
This is going to be so amazing! To think that you thought the party would be dull! Admittedly, it was a work thing. But you have all worked together for years now. You’ve just never really hung out on top of that. Part of you is aware that usually you’d be a bit more cautious about letting a room full of men tie you up, but, well, maybe it’s the drink talking? You’re a little tipsy. Maybe it’s also the excitement, or the way Tim laughs, the calmness and confidence in his eyes.
Once your hands are bound behind your back - the rope is rough and firm and strong - Tim steps forward, running a hand through your blonde hair. Lowering the silk blindfold across your eyes.
Your heart races. You can see nothing.
“All right, Jessica,” Tim says. “You know how this works now?”
“I do,” your throat feels dry. “Everyone is going to come up and have a chance to touch me. If I guess who it is, they’re out.”
There comes a muttered chuckling from the group.
“Something like that,” Tim says. “You ready for the first person?”
“I am.”
You grin, hearing someone approach. They’re light on their feet, so not Alex for sure. but there are a lot of people at the party. You’ll need to know more. The darkness pressed in on you, and you jump as you feel a soft hand moving along your thigh. Pressing against your skirt. Your face colours. The touch is more intimate than you had expected!
“Um, is it Paul?”
“Nope,” Tim’s voice comes again. “Not Paul.”
The touch becomes more insistent, pressing against the bare skin of your leg. it starts to move upwards, and for the first time you feel the faint bubbles of panic.
“H-hey, this isn’t what I agreed to. I know I said you could touch me but not like this! G-guys come on!”
“You said you knew the rules,” Tim’s voice comes back. "So naturally I assumed you knew our version. I guess not? Don’t worry, Jessica. I’ll explain it for you. Every time you get the person wrong, they’re allowed to touch you in a more inmate way. Get it wrong too many times and they start removing clothes.“
“What?” Your mind blanks and for a few seconds, you can’t think of anything to say at all. “No way! Why would you think I’d ever let you do anything like that? Untie me right now! I don’t wanna play your sick game!”
“Too bad,” Tim’s voice is cold now. The warmth leeched away in an instant. “Because you don’t get a choice.”
“Tim, please! We’re friends, aren’t we? I thought we got along! Why are you doing this?”
“I’d consider us friends, Jessica yeah. The issue is ever since you came to work at the office, you’ve just been so tempting. half of the guys wanted a chance at you and you didn’t give any of us the time of day. So we came up with a little scheme of our own.”
Humiliation is staining your face. you feel mortified, tugging desperately at the ropes which bind your wrists. You can’t believe this is happening! Whoever is touching you is stroking your bare skin. The contact is soft, delicate. Little flowers of heat are springing up in their wake.
“If you don’t answer in a minute, it counts as an incorrect reply,” Tim said. “Clock is ticking.”
“David!” You shout, more in desperation than anything else.“It has to be David!”
Your response is a slap to the ass which makes your body shake. however it is, they move their hands to your stomach, running them gradually upwards. Your nipples are prickling, and you know exactly where they’re going.
“It’s Dan! Please, please let it be Dan!”
But it’s not Dan either. The man touches you, feeling you through your office button up top. The touch is electric, you flinch at it, but your pussy clenches. Heat rises through you, humiliation filling your face.
How can this be happening? You stifle moans and sobs, your body trembles, the hands on your chest feel so good.
Suddenly, one of the buttons on your blouse is undone. Your face pales, and you shake your head.
“N-no! Tim please! please don’t do this! Tim, don’t strip me, I am begging you!”
“If you guess who it is, they’ll stop.”
“Alex!”
“Tough luck.”
The last of your buttons is undone and your top hangs open. Your black bra is the only protection for your dignity now, and before you can even beg for them to stop, it’s pushed down, allowing your breasts to spring free. Your nipples are hard. As soon as they are touched, you loose a low moan. Your body quivers. heat crashes against your self control.
Oh fuck, oh fuck it feels so good.
There are tears in your eyes. You can’t believe this is happening. You want to scream but you know no one will come.
The man is touching your breasts, groping them. Running his fingers across them. Your nipples are stiff, aching to be teased. Each motion upon them makes you grunt and gasp.
And then you feel another hand making its way lower, towards your skirt.
“Oh god, oh god is it Damian?”
“Nope!”
The fingers plunge below the line of your skirt. Your panties are soaked. your legs are shaking. The man starts to trace the outline of your pussy, feeling the wetness leaking from your lower lips.
“It has to be James!”
“So off target. One might almost think that you wanted this.”
Your panties are being pulled down now. They’re being pulled down by the man, your skirt is being taken off as well. You’re standing naked from the waist down. Oh god, they can all see you! They can all see how wet you are! Your face is burning, you wish the ground would swallow you up!
But it doesn’t, and your whole world spins to a stop as the mysterious man’s fingers pressing against your entrance. you choke. is it really going to go this far? Are you going to be finger-fucked in front of the whole room?
“Tim, please!”
“Last chance. If you guess the name right, he’ll back off. Otherwise, I am afraid you’re going to give us quite the show. Come now, it can’t be too hard. You’ve already named most of us.”
Shit, he’s right. You realise now you’ve blurted out nearly every name. There’s only what, two, three that you haven’t? Davis, Jason and Arnold. One of those three has to be the one who is teasing you.
But which one? The fingers moving back and forth across your slit are stealing your ability to think. You can’t focus, the promise of more to come is filling your mind. You try to fight it down, to think, but it’s so hard.
Arnold, Davis or Jason?
“Jason!” You cry out, your legs shaking and your heart pounding. “It has to be Jason!”
The man stops and pulls away. For a moment, you almost dare to believe that you did it. That you got it right and that it’s really over.
But your whole body shakes as you feel something hard and cold pressed against your pussy. The familiar texture of plastic. You barely have time to beg before the vibrator springs to life. You spasm, moaning and crying out. Waves of pleasure race along your nerves. Your back arches, but whoever it is holds it against you no matter how you shake and writhe. You gasp and twist and moan. You want to scream at them not to look, not to see your shame. You try to resist. To hold back, but the vibrations are so good. They spread through your body, warming your pussy and enfolding your clit. A red hot little ball of orgasmic delight is pulsing through you, accompanied by an equal amount of shame and humiliation.
You’re going to cum! You’re going to cum in front of everyone and you can’t do anything to stop it!
You do. The climax explodes through your body, knocking the wind out of your lungs. You convulse and shake, moaning and crying desperately as your pussy heaves and your clit boils. There are tears in your eyes. Tears of shame and degradation as you sink to your knees, the toy finally removed. You are gasping, moaning, pleasure and shame crackle through your nerves.
"Hi!" the receptionist chirps perkily. Everything about her looks perky, including her tits, which bounce as she moves. "Welcome to the Dream Day Spa! Do you have an appointment with us?"
Mary nods, trying not to make a face. This sort of saccharine cheerfulness from service workers always grates at her. "It's for now," she says brusquely.
"You must be Mary!" The receptionist beams at her. "I will be taking care of you today, until I hand you over to our wonderful staff for your service. If you'll follow me."
She follows the receptionist through a wooden slatted door into a hallway that's all wood and tan and very, very warm. Most of the doors are closed, but the receptionist leads her into one with a chair, one of those elevated massage beds, and an organized mess of stuff on the counter in the back.
"I'll be doing your pre-massage today," the receptionist says with somehow more cheer than before. "So if you'll take off your clothes and hop up on the bed, we can get started."
Mary doesn't know what the fuck a pre-massage is, but given that she's here because everyone and their mother--and her mother--told her she needs to relax, she's going to trust it.
She strips, folding her clothes before dropping it on the chair, before clambering awkwardly onto the bed.
"Lie down on your back," the receptionist says from where she's fiddling with something over by the counter, "and close your eyes. The goal here is to get you relaxed before the massage, because people get all tense and anxious and that makes it so much harder."
Mary rolls her eyes but lies down anyway, closing her eyes. It's so warm that she doesn't feel even the slightest of chill even being totally naked. And maybe it would be weird that took off everything, but she didn't even think not to, and getting up now would be....
It would be....
Something drips right down through her pubic hair and between her labia, and she almost startles, almost opens her eyes, but it feels like too much effort.
"You're relaxing so well," the receptionist chirps from next to Mary.
"What--"
"Don't worry about it," she says brightly, and as more drips down, Mary doesn't. "It's just getting that clitty of yours all warm and tingly and ready for its massage. You want to have a good massage, don't you?"
"Uh huh," Mary mumbles.
"This is our secret to the best massages," the receptionist says conspiratorially. Hands settle on Mary's breasts, hot and covered in oil. "Is your clitty feeling tingly yet?"
"Uh huh."
"Great!" The hands leave Mary's breasts, only to smear the same oil all over her lips. Fingers press into her mouth, and she opens easily for them. "The best part is that it's edible, so they can massage you all the way down into your throat." The fingers fuck in and out of her mouth a few times, then slide out. They get wiped clean on Mary's cheek.
"Now just keep lying there and feeling all those nice warm tingles," the receptionist says, "and I'll get your masseuse for you."
Mary thinks she leaves, but she's too warm and relaxed and tingly to check.
Request: a party game where everyone consumes the same food/drink, but a random one has an aphrodisiac in it, and then the "victim" has to try to hide their symptoms until the others notice and gather around to relieve them :3
Cady notices first.
There are enough people packed into the space that any given person doing something isn't immediately obvious, but Cady is paying more attention to the people than to the conversations, so she's the first to notice the way Sally is rocking back and forth, just a little, against the couch arm she's perched on.
It's not much, still subtle, but she definitely starting to hump it, dragging herself back and forth on it to get some friction and some pressure on what is no doubt a puffy little clit.
Cady watches her for a while, just for the entertainment of seeing how hard Sally is trying to hide her growing need, but eventually she heads over.
"Looking a little needy there," Cady says.
Sally bites her lip, flushed and bright-eyed and panting. "I'm--I'm fine," she mumbles, which would be more convincing if she weren't fully grinding on the arm of the couch now.
"I'm sure you are," Cady says patronizingly. "That's why you're humping the arm of that couch like a horny little slut, is it?"
Sally whimpers. People are starting to watch now, realizing who this month's pick is, but as first identifier, Cady gets first dibs.
"Why don't I get you out of this shirt," Cady says, reaching forward to start unbuttoning Sally's shirt, "and if you still don't need anything by the time I've gotten your tits out, I'll assume you're telling the truth."
"Oh god," Sally breathes, hips working harder as she openly works towards an orgasm now. She's not even bothering to hide it anymore, not that she probably can. The aphrodisiac builds and builds until it's out of the bloodstream hours later, making it a perfect choice for these games.
Sally's shirt gets handed off to someone, and then her bra, and Cady takes the opportunity to watch Sally's big tits bouncing as she humps her way to her first orgasm.
And then Cady yanks Sally forward so she can shove Sally's panties aside and fuck two fingers into her leaking cunt, and someone else starts sucking on Sally's tits, and Sally gives in to her need.
imagine if someone made a fleshlight that, whenever it got fucked, you got fucked too-
like, anywhere anytime if that fleshlight was being used, so were you. you'd have to learn very quickly how to go about your day while also being pounded into like a toy
and afterwards, maybe they use it to cockwarm themselves for god knows how long, only to pull out so you can feel their cum sliding down your legs
you would feel so used- you really would be treated like a toy by a stranger, or maybe more than one if your lucky
Oh wow. Like a whole new level of a remote vibrator.
Imagine trying to concentrate on a work meeting as a cock fucks you hard and quick, just needing to crank one out to help someone get to sleep.
Or you’re out at drinks with the girls, and a cock slides into you for a gentle, tired fuck, and you’re trying to keep up with the goss while you’re slowly fucked most of the way to orgasm.
Maybe a fun one, where you’re at the exciting part of a sporting match, and a cock slips in for a quick fuck. No one notices or minds that you come loudly and proudly, your cries lost in the crowd.
Or worse, settling into your seat at the ballet, or opera, or to watch a serious movie, and a demanding cock shoves in for a serious, prolonged, balls-deep fucking.You struggle to keep quiet and still as you’re fucked.
maybe smth where a girl's roommate convinces her that pats/rubs to her pussy are the dorm equivalent of high fives/greetings? thank youu!
The probelm with joining a sorority, Mel has decided, is that it's all the weirdest fucking traditions that nobody tells you about until you're already a dues-paying member and too deep to get out.
And maybe if she were a legacy like most of the other girls--excuse her, sisters--here, she would know about it, but instead she's one of their charity cases (only middle class, how quaint) and so she keeps finding out this shit later than everyone else.
Like the pussy rubbing.
It's one of those secret sorority things that she's not supposed to talk about outside of the sorority house, but it's not like she has any other real friends in college either, so there's nobody she can go to outside of the house to ask are they just fucking with me?
But, bafflingly, they don't seem to be.
No, every time she gets back from class or the gym or work or wherever, everyone greets her by rubbing her pussy. And it's casual, too, like they're all used to it, just reaching down between her legs and giving a quick little rub like it's totally normal.
And they do it with each other, too, she thinks, but she's never quite sure. Somehow she only seems to notice it happening to her, having woman after woman rub her until she's dripping and needy.
But it must be happening to the others, too.
Some days she even gets wet before she gets home, in anticipation of what's to come. Sometimes they laugh at her for that, and she's never quite sure if it's mean.
The worst days, though, are when she runs into what feels like everyone in the house right when she gets home and then they drag her into a meeting without giving her a chance to head to her room and get herself off, leaving her wet and desperate and doing her best not to humiliate herself by humping the furniture like a needy slut.
Your dom coming home from work to find you passed out, still leaking their cum from your morning use. Smiling, they spread your legs watching your desperate hole twitching like it's begging to be filled again. They can’t help but slowly push the leaking cum back inside your sensitive hole. You’re so exhausted you don’t even wake up, just whine needily in your sleep and let your legs fall open further for them. They chuckle, loving how pliant you are for them, sinking their fingers deeper into you as your hips start to move against their hand. They watch, memorized as your body writhes, needing to be filled even in your sleep. They slide their fingers out slowly, lining their cock up at your entrance.
You start to wake up not even fully aware yet as they slide into you carefully, not wanting to stress your sensitive hole. You feel their cock part you open and let out a helpless moan, your body tensing for half a second until you realize that it's them. You relax back into the bed with a happy smile.
They slowly slide their cock in and out groaning as they tell you how good your hole feels around it. How good you are for them, for letting them use you whenever they want. How they love filling your hole and watching it stretch around their cock.
You beg them to go faster, bucking your hips to get more friction but they hold you down sinking deep into you then pulling out slowly making you feel every inch of their cock. You look up at them with pleading eyes and they tighten their grip on your hips before slamming back into your hole hard and fast, losing themselves in their own pleasure until they fill you with cum again. You gasp, your body arching up involuntarily as you moan, shake and collapse in orgasm.
They pant sliding out of your delicate hole, caressing your body as you shiver. They disappear only for a minute before returning with a warm washcloth to clean you off. You curl up and trust them to take care of you, as they pet you and shower you with more praise…
I want to be molested. I want strong hands all over me. I want men to touch me against my will and when I resist they'd grope me harder. I want them to rub my pussy against my wet undies, to feel their bulge throbbing on my ass, their breaths on my neck. Ugh. Molest me. Make me hate you. Make me hate myself. Make me feel loved and worthless at the same time.
Today's fantasy: Grinding in a friend's lap at a party, too drunk to realize they've pulled my panties aside until their dick is fully inside me, too horny to ask them to stop when I feel them cumming.
By the time you can put together the words “please don’t”, you’re already cumming on his cock like the whore he always knew you were. He knows that you mean “don’t stop” and holds a hand over your mouth while he thrusts harder and deeper into you
