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Always a reblog. Soooo adorable!
just force me to spread my legs and show everybody my pussy in a public space and encourage everyone to make fun of me for getting wet abt it
âbe a good girl and look at me when you cumâ
there's been a couple times that i've gone to the local sex club and every time i was at an event there was one man just fully naked walking around. same guy every time. hog like a hoagie roll when flaccid and he was always flaccid. anyway at one of the less populated events i got to sit and talk with him and he told me that he told me he was always naked because, despite it being a sex club, people still don't know when it's 'okay' to start getting into it and he decided he'd be the one thing to break the ice and make everybody comfortable, because you know you can start doing whatever you wanna do when there's just a naked guy walking around. he then asked if i wanted a silicone copy of his dick for my strap. never in my life have i felt such an instant respect for a person.
Official Hog Like A Hoagie Roll Post
Big brother who gets his sister into smoking to get her dependant on him. Sheâs too little to get her own and she would totally get caught if she tried to get her own supplier so she has to go to him whenever she wants to smoke. Of course heâs going to use it as leverage to get what he wantsâŠ
âCome on I was saving these leftovers for my lunchâ âYou wanna smoke? I want munchies.âÂ
âCome on I was going to wear this tonight!â âIt smells like weed now. If you wear that out youâll get caught and then what?âÂ
âIâm not getting into your bed thatâs weirdââCome on just for a snuggle. You wanted to smoke right?âÂ
I have such a thing for being put in my place.
Like if I get too demanding or forget to say please or donât ask nicely you should absolutely (like please for the fucking love of god) follow it up with a sharp slap to my face or my cunt and an, âExcuse me? You donât give the orders here, little girl.â
Like god. Not that I need reminding - but please donât ever stop reminding me that youâre in charge.
i'm always so horny i just need to have someone around who's just as bad as me. let me hump their thigh while they sleep, wake me up in the morning by fucking me, fuck before we go to bed every night, let me cockwarm them throughout the whole day, let me suck them off whenever. idk i just want to be so horny and obsessed with eachother we can't stop.
Unbridled happiness of an approaching Autumn!
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cw: dubious consent, fauxcest, double penetration, free use
"I don't have any cash on me," her step-father, Thomas, told the frazzled young man at the cash register.
"But, I have this,â he said. He jostled the young women who stood beside him for emphasis. Quinn offered up weak protest from behind the ball gang in her mouth. She hated when he did shit like this. Ever since heâd figured out that sheâs dabbled in selling nudes online, how he was able to tell if was her when she hadnât even shown her face was beyond her, heâd been strong arming her into all sorts of shit under the threat of disclosing her little business endeavor to her mother.
Her mother had always been a bit of a prude and if she found out, Quinn would be kicked out of the house for sure and her sizable inheritance would be reduced to 0. She was sure that she could find a place to stay if she got kicked out but losing out on her inheritance was simply not an option. She gone along with his demands which had started as head in the parking lot of his job and had quickly ballooned out of proportion from there.
As it turned out, Thomas was a bit of a kinky bastard but he couldnât live out his fantasies with her mother so he used her instead. Quinn was almost positive that Thomas preferred it that way. Even before their little agreement, heâd always told her that she had a body built of sex and that sheâd make a man very happy one day. This had been very, very weird then but she had ignored it. He made her mother so happy that Quinn had just written off his comments as personality quirks. They hadnât been. They were the truest expressions of his wishes and desires.
In a sick way, she was perfect for him. She was just as much as a freak as she was, got just as turned on by their slinking around as he did. She just had the good sense to be ashamed and embarrassed by it. Quinn tried not to think about the fact that she was helping her step-father cheat on her mother. Surely, finding out that this had been happening behind her back was worse then Quinn selling her nudes online. Either way, she was a coward because she said nothing and continued fucking her motherâs husband.
Quinn was trapped between her step-fatherâs bulk and the edge of the counter. Already, she could feel the beginnings of his hard on against her ass. Thomas held her tightly, securing her arms behind her back. He pushed her towards the counter, forcing her to lean awkwardly over it. The precarious position highlighted her generous bust which was barely being contained by her the low neckline of her short dress. Her hardened nipples could be easily seen through the thin material. She briefly made eye contact with the cashier but quickly averted her gaze, deeply embarrassed by the situation. Despite her embarrassment and shame, she feel heat begin too bloom between her legs as she felt the cashiers eyes on her tits. She didnât have to see his face to know that he liked what he saw. In her minds eye, she could already imagine these men sharing her body, fucking her holes and filling her with their cum. She shifted, rubbing her thighs together.
"Oh, I'm not sure I can..I don't, uh,..."
"Come on," he paused, squinting at the young man's name tag. "Gordon? Damn, what did your parents give you an old man name like that for? Anyway, you're gonna pass up a fuck with a pretty young thing like my stepdaughter here. You like girls don't you, son?"
The young man nodded, rendered completely speechless by the situation. He saw a lot of weird shit during his shifts at the convenience store -especially during the late shift- but this was really taking the cake. He thought that the pair were odd when they walked in but he hadnât thought much of it until theyâd gotten to the counter.
"Well then give 'em a feel,â the old man jeered. âYou're gonna make her feel bad if you don't. You're gonna make her think somethings wrong with her tits. You don't want that do you."
Thomas pulled down the top of Quinnâs dress, freeing her tits from their confines. Roughly, he grabbed one of her breasts, massaging it with his hand. Quinn whimpered in response. With Thomasâs grip on her loosened, she freed one of her arms and used it to prop herself up on the counter. Hesitantly, the cashier reached forward to gently fondle one of Quinnâs tits.
âCome on, kid!â Thomas exclaimed. âGrab it like you mean it. None of that pussy shit now.â
The cashier nodded and with renewed vigor, grabbed Quinnâs breasts, kneading them with his hands. Her eyes fluttered shut and she seemed to push her tits out as if offering herself up to him. The edge of the counter dug into her hip but she barely noticed. Gordon could feel his dick harden against his thigh as he fondled her. Her skin was soft beneath his finger tips, and her nipples were red and rosy like the cherry on top of an ice cream sunday. Looking at them, at her, made his mouth water. Emboldened, he leaned forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking it and rolling it with his tongue. Quinn moaned, drool gathering on the ball gag and dripping down her chin to her chest. Thomas watched as the cashier lavished Quinnâs tits with attention. He slipped a hand between her thighs, fingers gently rubbing against her slick folds. He loved have easy access to her pussy so she rarely wore panties around him. Another whine escaped Quinnâs lips as she tried to rock her cunt against his fingers.
âYeah, you like that donât you baby. Your little pussy is so wet,â he told her, voice almost loving.
He plunged two fingers into her cunt, slowly pumping them in and out. His hand was quickly covered in her juices as he continued to fuck her with his fingers, first one and then two and three. Gordon paused his ministrations and cocked his head to the side, watching enrapt as the older man fingered Quinnâs cunt. His fingers were shiny with her juices as he pumped them in and out of her hole. With every attempt to pull out, Gordon could see the walls of her cunt tightly clenched around his fingers, seemingly unwilling to let them leave the hot, wet channel. If Gordon had any blood left in his body, it had all rushed to his cock. It throbbed painfully in his shorts begging for attention. Heâd been hard for a while but it was becoming almost unbearable. He let go of Quinnâs tits and pushed her out of the way so he could hop the counter to join them on the other side. Seeing movement out of the corner of his eye, Thomas stopped finger fucking Quinnâs pussy to watch the cashier volt over the counter to join them. He took a step back and, tugging at her hip with a wet hand, pulled her back to give the young man room to stand.
Eagerly, Quinn leaned towards the cashier. She braced herself on him, holding onto his hip with one hand. With her other hand, she pulled down the zip of his shorts and pulled out his harden cock. Her eyes widened as she admired its size and thickness. The cashier reached for the ball gag, pulling it out of her mouth. Her eyes locked onto his, she took his thumb into her mouth, running her hot tongue along the tip and sucking on it lightly.
âFuckâ the cashier said, breathless.
Dutifully, Quinn took his cock into her mouth. The cashier groaned, as his cock was enveloped by the wet, heat of Quinnâs mouth. She took him deep until the head of his cock tapped the back of her throat. Her eyes watered but she didnât gag, instead, she breathed heavily out of her nose trying to steady her breathing.
âAtta girl,â Thomas told her. âShow him how well Iâve trained you. Fuck her throat, son. Donât worry. She can take it.â
She seemed to gurgle something in the affirmative. He placed his hands on the top of her head and steadily began to fuck her throat. Thomas was right. Quinn forced herself to relax and use her. After a couple of thrust, she pulled her head away, gasping for breath, before she took his cock back in her mouth. As she serviced the cashiers cock, Thomas helped himself to her pussy. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Giving himself a few strokes, he lined himself up with her cunt. He rubbed his shaft against the lips of her pussy, coating himself in her juices, before he slowly began to push his thick cock into her waiting hole. It didnât seem to matter how much he fucked her, her cunt felt as tight as it had the first time that heâd had her. He groaned as pushed inch after inch into her cunt until he was seated to the hilt. The two men quickly found a good rhythm using her body, one pulling out while the other pushed in and vise versa.
Adjusting her hold on Gordon, Quinn steadied herself on one hand so she could slip the other between her legs to rub at her tender clit. It didnât take long before she was writhing and cumming on Thomasâs cock. As she came, her cunt tightened around his shaft and Thomas quickly found himself emptying his load into her cunt. Gordon came soon after. He tried to pull out of Quinnâs mouth to cum on her chest but she held him tight forcing him to cum into her mouth. He pulled out of her lips and she opened her mouth, showing him his load on her tongue before she swallowed.
âYouâre not done are you?â she asked, looking up at the cashier with big doe eyes.
The cashier looked down at her, a look of awe on his face. Surely, she was a succubus or some other worldly being. Heâd never met a woman with the sexual appetite this one seemed to. He worried that she would suck his soul out of his cock and that he would happily let her do it. Sharing her with her stepfather was a bit strange, but heâd cum so hard it hardly seemed to matter at that point as long as he got to fuck her again. Thomas laughed behind her and slapped her ass, earning him a squeak of surprised from Quinn.
âHorny slut.â
âPlease?â she said to the cashier, ignoring her stepfather. âI want to have your cock in my pussy.â
âHe can fuck your pussy but I want to fuck your ass while he does it.â
âUh, yeah. Okay,â Gordon responded, eyes never leaving Quinn.
Thomas pulled out of Quinnâs cunt and unceremoniously picked her up off of her feet. The head of his cock teased her asshole. She reached down and helped to push his cock into her hole, toes curling as his cock filled her ass. Thomas held her with her back again his chest and his hands on her ass. Her legs were open showing off her cunt, still leaking Thomasâs cum, to Gordonâs gaze. Thinking with his lower head, Gordon stepped between her legs and pushed his cock into her waiting hole. Between her juices and Thomasâs left over cum, Gordonâs cock slid in easily.
âOh my god,â Quinn said with a groan, closing her eyes and learning her head back on Thomasâs shoulder.
âSo⊠fuckingâŠtight,â Thomas said, reeling from the sensation of her ass clenched around him with the additional tightness added from Gordonâs cock in her cunt.
Thomas and Gordon scrambled to adjust their shared grip on her body. Thomas adjusted his grip on her ass and Gordon grabbed hold of her thighs. Working together, they worked to bounce Quinn on their cocks while also attempting to thrust into her holes. It was an awkward process but it felt so good that it didnât even matter. Quinn had never felt so full in her life. She felt as if any moment she might just combust. It was painful and uncomfortable but so pleasurable.
She opened her eyes and lifting her head off of Thomasâs shoulder, leaned forward to capture Gordonâs mouth in a kiss. He swiped at her bottom lip with his tongue and she opened up her mouth, allowing him to intertwine his tongue with herâs. He was so wrapped up in kissing her that he stopped thrusting which made it much easier for Thomas to hammer his cock into her ass. With a free hand, Quinn reached down to rub her sensitive clit. She moaned against Gordonâs lips as she came. Her body went ridged in his arms as she rode out her orgasm. Greedy, she continued to furiously rub her clit, pushing herself to another orgasm.
âFuck,â Thomas exclaimed as he felt her clench around him. âFuck!â
Her asshole was so snug around him that he could hardly move but it was fine, the rhythmic clenching of her hole as she orgasmed guided him to his release. He stood there for a moment, reeling from the sensation. Finally, he braced himself and slowly pulled out of her ass. His cum leaked out of her hole in the absence of his cock but he used his thick fingers to fuck it back in.
Frank no longer right behind her. Gordon lowered her to her feet and turned her, bending her over the counter so he could finish himself off. Frankâs softening cock seemed to wake back up at the sight and he stroked it idly while he watched Gordon roughly pound her from behind until he came deep in her cunt. Gordon took a step back and the two men admired the sight of Quinnâs sloppy, cum covered holes.
âSo, Iâm good to take the cigarettes, right?â
I want to be forced to get super high before being taken out in public, wearing a short, tight dress. He pushes an edible between my lips before we go into the dark bar. He sits next to me at the table so his friends can sit across from us. Periodically he'll slip his fingers between my thighs and tease my already dripping wet slit, while his friend talks to me about something I can't quite grasp. His friend will make a joke about what a braindead little slut I am, and they'll all laugh, while my man says they haven't seen anything yet and slides two fingers inside of me without warning. I can't help but moan at the feeling, and the conversation shifts to all three men quietly degrading me in the back corner of this dark bar while I try not to be too loud. One of his friends pushes my legs apart with his knees under the table, keeping them spread wide. The waitress comes by and brings us shots that I don't remember anyone ordering, and all four are held up to my mouth to drink, those two fingers still slowly sliding in and out of me, making me unable to focus on anything but being the good little fucked up whore I am. He asks if his friends want to give me a try, everyone should feel how tight my wet little hole is at least once. "Come sit over here, princess," one of them says, pulling his chair out and patting his lap. I can see his bulge through his pants and as I get up to stumble over, he pulls his cock out for me to sit on. He covers my mouth as he slides deep inside me, bouncing just slightly to keep me overstimulated. He can feel my little cunt tighten and twitch around his size, and says to me "aww, is the little whore going to cum already? If you cum now, the three of us are going to take that as a sign to use your worthless holes all night, is that what you want you little cumdumpster?" He thrusts a little harder and I can't help but cum all over his big cock, flushing scarlet red but so high all I can feel is the pleasure.
"well boys, you know what that means."
One of the hottest things might be when a girl gets so overwhelmed she starts tearing up.
You keep whining and begging itâs too much, that you canât do it anymore. Itâs too sensitive, youâre too sore. But I can get close to your ear and whisper in a condescending voice âAwhh..You canât do it anymore? Thatâs so adorable. I know you have came, princess but I havenât yet. So I just canât stop nowâŠI canât..â
Your soft pussy getting tighter after your orgasm, held and kept in place while Iâm behind you. Holding your arms on your back and pounding you just to hear the noises you make âI know itâs too much baby, I know, but get used to it. Youâre doing so well, my angel turns me on so much when youâre this desperate for meâ
Your legs getting weaker the closer you get again, with my hand reaching your clit and rubbing it. Feeling the wet mess you are between your legs. âLook what a wet mess you are, darling. You donât want me to stop, do you? Be honest and tell me how much you need your cunt stretched. Aww..Thatâs my good girl..â
Kissing your neck as youâre about to cum, telling you to not hold back. All so youâre left with your legs shaking. But I donât stop rubbing your clit, still thrusting inside you while trying to hit your special little spot. Ignoring your whining and screams as your sensitive clit gets stimulated.
All so I can see your precious little tears when youâre so stimulated you turn into a mess. Because we both know youâre so much prettier when you cry, baby. So much pretty when youâre acting like the pretty little whore you are. And the more you cry the more it makes me want to ruin you..
The Future of Feminism
Omggg can u just imagine a world where a new law is put in place where women hav to hav a pacifier attached to their clothes at all time, and whenever they get emotional to the point of disturbance, a Man is allowed to take it upon himself to put the pacifier in her mouth, and sheâs not allowed to take it out until the Man deems that sheâs calmed down enough? So that like, even in corporate offices, when a woman tries to say something and even like a hint of emotion enters her voice, a Man jumps in and sticks her pacy in her mouth. And of course the Men take advantage of it! they donât actually think the women r âout of controlâ or âcrazyâ itâs just fun for them to exert even more control.
And it gets to the point where literally a woman speaking without smiling or nodding or looking happy is treated as if sheâs about to throw a tantrum. Then they just do it for fun, even when a woman is acting ârespectable,â just literally every time she speaks, and the Men all laugh, and she looks ridiculous cus she has to try and look angry and fiery with this little pink pacifier plugging up her naughty mouth.
And because the women arenât allowed to take it out w out a Manâs permission, itâs not uncommon to see a female employer just walking around the entire day with a pacy stuck in her mouth, because the Man who put it in as a joke forgot the minute after he did it.
Half a year after the law gets implemented, a particularly opinionated woman who has been targeted in the office more than anyone gets up to give a presentation, and as she opens her mouth, before she even says anything, a guy stands up from the conference table, walks over, and pops the pacifier in her mouth. There r some huffs of laughter, lots of guys smiling and looking smug, and sheâs just stuck frozen and helpless, because legally she canât take it out and speak.
And months of this exact treatment finally reach their head, and the most outspoken, ambitious woman in the office bursts into tears in front of everybody.
She canât wail like she wants to cus she has to keep the pacifier in her mouth, but there r streams of tears running down her face, and her sobs r audible in her throat. Nobody comes to move her, so sheâs just stood at the front of the room in her favorite red suit that she wore today cus she wanted to feel powerful, crying like a little girl. And even through her blurry eyes, she sees all her coworkers watching her like itâs a fireworks display. One of them is holding up his phone to film her.
Finally, when her tears hav settled to throaty whimpers, her boss stands up and comes to guide her back to her seat, not acting the least bit surprised by her outburst. âOkay, alright, honey, itâs okay,â he says in the most patronizing voice sheâs ever heard. âYou just sit back down here next to Mitchell,â he pulls her seat out for her and she shakily sits down. âThatsa girl. Good. Now you just relax right there, and keep that in until you feel better, hm?â Instead of patting her shoulder, he pats the side of her face like a fucking child.
Then, switching from the soft sugary voice he used on her to his normal, stern sounding voice, he goes, âNow!â She feels a jolt of anxiety at his return to professionalism, terrified suddenly that heâs gonna expect her to try and speak and sheâll be humiliated again, but he continues, âLetâs proceed, shall we, gentlemen?â
And she feels her panic fade. Thank God. Iâll just listen, she thought. Its probably for the best â I could use a minute to calm down, I did kind of freak out up there.
She thinks all this, and though she doesnât even rightly mean to, she starts sucking on the pacifier. Just to help me calm down, she thinks. Just for today.
As she keeps sucking, she forgets to listen to the meeting, but she does move her hips without fighting when Mitchell slips his hand between her legs and starts rubbing. And for the first time at work in months, she feels like she know what sheâs doing.
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Reblog to touch prev inappropriately (with consent)
god, i can't believe we're actually gonna try this. i'd been secretly hoping we would try this ever since you found out that you were able to take this form. and even though we don't actually know if it's gonna work, my heart is still beating out of my chest. just thinking about what you were about to do to me... fuck.
i watch as your skin begins to quickly take on a pinker and pinker shade. as your body changes colour, your skin begins to jiggle slightly, like jelly given a light tap. your body becomes more and more fluid-like, until you completely melt into a viscous, slimy mass on the floor, only around the size of a plushie.
my body is shaking with anticipation as you begin to crawl towards me, sitting on the bed. as you reach my feet, i shiver slightly as i feel your cold touch against my tights. you begin your ascent of me, my legs getting goosebumps as i feel you moving further and further up my legs.
your mass moves onto my dress next, on which i feel you less than on my tights, but i still wince slightly as i feel you move over my chest. it's only for a brief monent though, as you continue moving up.
then, i feel your cool touch on my exposed neck. it's intense. my hand almost moves reflexively to try to get you off, but i fight the urge. you cling to my chin as you move around it to find my mouth. your entrypoint.
i try to open it, but... i can't. my body is too scared. my mind is excited, but unfortunately my body has this stupid thing called "survival instincts", which are usually good but really hinder monents like these.
you're quick to get to work, though. most of your mass stays around my unerring mouth, but a small bit of you splits off and slithers back down. only this time, the path it takes isn't over my dress. i feel you slip inside, and mmmmmphhhhhh... god... my whole body tenses up as you move over my bare chest... but, it's not quite enough to get me to open up.
so, of course, you move down further. i feel you again moving down the dress, right past my belly button, straight down to-
mmmmMMPPGHHHH~- fuck...
straight under my tights... my heart keeps beating faster and faster. i continue feeling movement down there, as you keep feeling, around me, and tickling, and, aaaaahhhhhhh-
my moan is instantly cut short. as soon as you found an opening, you took it. a stream of slime, of you, flows straight into my mouth... you keep my mouth pried open from the inside, as more and more of you flows in. you quickly suppress my gag reflex as you swiftl1y start to move down my throat, and something that really should have felt awful, feels so... so fucking good... it helps, of course, that i feel that bit of you that moved down entering me down there... fuck...
after only a few seconds... you're all gone. i can close my mouth again, as... there's nothing left of you outside me... you're all... inside...
as the last of you flows down my throat, you quickly get to work. i feel you permeate through my whole body. i can't help but tuck myself into the fetal position, as a slimy feeling moves all under my skin. it stretches straight through my limbs, as i get even more goosebumps as i feel slime moving through my legs, down to my feet, and through my arms, all the way through to my fingers. with each pump of the slime through each part of my body, that part of my body becomes slightly harder for me to control.
then, i get a chill. well, more like a brainfreeze. oh my god, you found it... you waste no time splitting yourself up and... invading me. FJDGJDKSSGSKAKGFOHHHHHfuck-
thinking is becoming hard. i can't move my body anymore. as you hijack my brain, make me yours, i see myself in the mirror. i'm in an absolute state, but i'm also blushing. hard. this felt... indescribably amazing... having you invade me so thoroughly, completely spread out throughout my nervous system...
it felt so good, i didn't even notice my fingers start to wiggle by themselves.
then, a movement in my legs.
then, my arms push me up into a sitting position.
and i come face to face with myself in the mirror.
face to face with you.
you gaze up and down at your new self, my hair, my eyes, my clothes, my body, all yours.
and my voice... "ohhhhh, my fucking god... hnnnnn~ i- aaaahhhhhhhhhh, fuck... i could get used to this~"
the whole "autistic people don't understand sex or sexual topics" infantilization thing is even funnier considering that most of the autists i know are about fifty times hornier than the average person and about a billion times weirder about it
The truth
Objectification is fun, and you are more than your parts.
Degredation is fun, and you have value as a person.
Humiliation is fun, and you deserve privacy, confidence, and pride.
Masochism is fun, and you deserve more than pain.
Sex is fun, and you are more than just a toy.
You are more than your kink, you are supposed to mean more than that to your lover