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Tie his hands above his head and use him like he's a dildo you just stuck to the wall
"I'm just a poor SECRETARY"
Well-well-well. Imagine being locked down to an isolated island just to pay for your debts. Can you imagine that? I hope y'all like long stories. Here it goes ~~ ________________________________________________________________
The first day had been almost normal. Polite nods, scripted greetings, the usual corporate bullshit. I was the new secretaryâyoung, eager, tits straining against the company blouse they made me wear. The pay looked decent on paper, but after rent, family debts, and the mountain of bills that never stopped growing, it was nothing. A fucking joke.
Two weeks in and the mask started slipping.
The male coworkers had grown bolder. A hand brushing my ass when I reached for a file. Fingers âaccidentallyâ grazing my thigh under the desk. Whispers behind my back that stopped the second I turned around. At first I told myself it was the uniformâtight, short, the kind that made bending over feel like an invitation. Or maybe it was just me. Maybe I really was that craveable, that easy to reduce to a piece of meat.
Then the photos started arriving.
Anonymous texts, every single day. Me bending over the copier, skirt riding up. Me arching to grab something from the top shelf, nipples faintly visible through the thin fabric. Me sipping coffee, lips parted like I was sucking cock instead. Different angles, different days, always perfectly timed. I reported it to the boss immediately. He barely looked up from his screen, just shrugged and told me to âstop being dramatic.â His eyes lingered on my chest the entire time he said it.
One week later, everything cracked.
The stress had eaten me alive. I stopped caring about showers, about makeup, about pretending I was holding it together. My hair was greasy, my clothes wrinkled, dark circles carved under my eyes. Performance reviews were tanking and everyone noticed. Especially him.
He called me into his office after hours.
I stood there like a broken doll while he leaned back in his leather chair, eyes crawling over my body without a shred of shame. He licked his lips slowly, openly, then shifted in his seat, adjusting the obvious bulge in his slacks like I wasnât even there.
âYou look like shit, sweetheart,â he said, voice low and oily. âFinancial troubles, right? Family debts? Iâve seen the numbers. Youâre drowning.â
I couldnât even deny it. My throat was too tight.
He smiled, slow and predatory. âI can fix that. I can give you a better life. Real money. The kind that clears every debt and leaves you dripping in luxury. All you have to do is⌠perform. Properly.â
His gaze dropped to my tits, then lower, like he was already imagining how Iâd look on my knees. The number he named next made my knees weak. Enough to erase everything. Enough to breathe again.
He didnât ask twice. I was too desperate, too exhausted, too stupid to say no.
âTonight,â he said, standing up and towering over me. âWe leave tonight. Donât pack at all. Everything you own is just dead weight. Youâre starting a new life now. A new purpose. Leave it all behind.â
I nodded like the pathetic slut I was.
Eight hours later, after a silent drive and a private boat ride across black water, we arrived.
An isolated island. One sleek, modern building rising out of the jungle like a hidden palace. No other lights. No other people. Just the sound of waves and the heavy tropical air pressing against my skin.
He killed the engine, turned to me with that same hungry stare, and said the words that sealed it:
âWelcome home, secretary. From tonight on, your only job is to earn every single cent Iâm about to spend on you. And youâre going to do it on your back, on your knees, and whatever other positions I decide your holes look best in.â
The moment those words left his mouth, my stomach dropped. Escape. But there was nowhere to run. He held the boat keys. The ocean stretched black and endless around us. This isolated island might as well have been a cage built just for me.
He stepped closer, breath hot against my ear, voice low and mocking.
âIf youâd bothered to read the fine print on that contract, sweetheart, you never wouldâve taken the corporate job in the first place. That document was written for girls exactly like youâbroke, pretty, and too stupid to notice the trap. I didnât hire a secretary. I bought a toy. And tonight⌠I start breaking her in.â
He guided me inside the sprawling mansion. No staff. No guards. Just the two of us. This enormous, luxurious prison would be occupied by only him⌠and his new personal whore.
Inside, the air-conditioning hit my skin like ice. Marble floors, dark wood, expensive lightingâeverything screamed money. The kind of money that could erase every debt crushing my chest.
He didnât waste time.
âHereâs how it works,â he said, circling me slowly like livestock. âYou obey. You perform. Every time you please me, I wire money straight to your debts. The better you fuck, the faster they disappear. Simple. Dangerous⌠but you donât have a choice anymore, do you? Your familyâs future is riding on how well you spread those legs.â
My throat tightened. I knew it was a trap. But the number he named still echoed â enough to breathe again.
So I nodded.
âStrip. Slowly. Teasing. One piece at a time. Make me want it.â
My hands shook as I obeyed. Blouse firstâbuttons popping open one by one, revealing my bra. Then the skirt, sliding down my hips until it pooled at my ankles. Bra next, nipples already traitorously hard from fear and shame. Finally the panties, stepping out of them until I stood completely naked in front of my boss, nothing left to hide.
He smiled, pulling out his phone and tapping once. âGood girl. First payment transferred. Look at thatâyour biggest debt just got a nice dent. Keep performing like that and this will be easy.â
Next command: âOn all fours. Crawl to me. Arch that back like the desperate slut you are. The sexier you move, the bigger the bonus.â
Heat flooded my face, but I dropped to my hands and knees. I crawled across the cold marble, forcing my spine to curve, ass high, tits swaying with every humiliating step. I hated how wet I already felt.
Another tap on his phone. âExcellent. Bonus paid. Youâre learning fast.â
Then he produced a thick black leather collar with a shiny metal ring.
âPut it on.â
I hesitated. âI⌠I donâtââ
His hand cracked across my face in a sharp, stinging slap. My cheek burned instantly.
âDisobedience costs you, toy. Try that again and the next payment gets delayed. Now put the fucking collar on.â
Tears pricked my eyes as I buckled it around my throat. The click sounded final. Owned.
He clipped the leash and gave it a firm tug, forcing my head up.
âThatâs better. Now you look like what you really are. My personal debt-slut. And weâre just getting started.â
He gave the leash one sharp, vicious yank.
My knees hit the cold marble instantly, the collar digging into my throat as I gasped. He towered over me, already unzipping, pulling out that monstrous cock. Ten inches of thick, veined meat, but the head⌠fuck, the head was wrong. Wider than the shaft, flared and bulbous like some obscene knot, ridged in a way that looked designed to catch and lock behind teeth or deep in a throat. It throbbed angrily in front of my face, already leaking a fat bead of precum.
âOnly the tip, whore,â he growled, wrapping the leash tighter around his fist so I couldnât pull back even an inch. âLips, tongue, suction â nothing else. You donât get to swallow the shaft. You donât get to bob like a desperate slut. Just nurse on the head until I flood your mouth. You have three to five minutes. Make me cum with just that greedy little mouth working the tip⌠and Iâll triple the next payment. One hundred and fifty percent bonus. Fail, and tonightâs earnings get cut in half.â
My stomach twisted. The debt counter on his phone was already glowing, ticking live. Every second I hesitated was money I couldnât afford to lose.
I leaned forward, lips parting, and took just the swollen, strangely shaped head into my mouth.
It felt obscene. Too wide. Too heavy. The ridge caught slightly against my lips as I sealed them around it, tongue swirling desperately over the leaking slit. I sucked gently, hollowing my cheeks, flicking and teasing that fat tip exactly as ordered â no deeper, no faster. Just wet, humiliating worship of the crown while the thick shaft bobbed untouched in front of my eyes.
He groaned low, hips barely moving, leash tight enough to keep my head exactly where he wanted.
âThatâs it⌠nurse on it like the broke little cock-sucker you are. Feel how it swells? That shapeâs gonna lock in your throat one day and you wonât be able to pull off even if you choke. But not tonight. Tonight you earn with just the tip.â
My jaw already ached. Saliva spilled down my chin, dripping onto my bare tits as I worked faster, sucking harder, tongue frantically circling that weird flared head. Three minutes. Four. My lungs burned. The wet, obscene sounds of me nursing his cock-tip filled the grand entrance hall.
He started breathing heavier, thighs tensing.
âFuck⌠good girl. Keep sucking just like that. You want that 150% bonus, donât you? Want your debts to disappear while you kneel here naked with a collar on your neck?â
I whimpered around the head, nodding frantically, sucking with everything I had â desperate, sloppy, eyes watering as the strange shape pulsed and swelled even bigger against my tongue.
At the four-minute mark his grip on the leash turned brutal.
âSwallow it all when I give it to youââ
His cock-tip erupted.
Thick, hot ropes blasted straight into my mouth, flooding over my tongue so fast I had to gulp frantically just to keep up. The weird flared head kept pumping, locking slightly behind my lips so nothing could escape. I choked, swallowed, choked again, tears streaming down my face while the payment counter lit up with the massive 150% bonus.
He finally pulled back with a wet pop, that obscene head glistening with my spit and the last drops of his cum.
He looked down at me â kneeling, collared, cum dripping from my chin onto my tits, eyes glassy and broken.
âPayment confirmed, toy. You just earned yourself a nice chunk of freedom⌠and proved exactly how quickly youâll whore yourself for money.â
He gave the leash another tug, forcing my head up.
âNow open your mouth and show me how much you swallowed like a good debt-slut. Weâre not done. Not even close.â
His POV:
She was already on her knees exactly where she belonged â collared, naked, trembling, lips still shiny with the mess Iâd pumped into her mouth. This fucking whore was all beauty and zero brain. Perfect. The kind of desperate, debt-ridden toy that would sell her soul for a few wired payments and a fake promise of freedom.
âSwallow it slowly, bitch,â I ordered, leash wrapped tight around my fist. âBit by bit. Let it coat your tongue. I want you to taste every drop of what you just earned.â
She obeyed like the broken little slut she was, throat working in small, humiliated gulps. Sheâd only managed to swallow about half when I dropped the small capsule onto her cum-covered tongue.
âSwallow the rest with this. Itâs just a little something to keep you from getting knocked up tonight.â
She gulped it down. I watched her pupils dilate almost instantly as the amplifier hit â nipples tightening, thighs pressing together, fresh wetness already running down her leg.
I slapped my still-hard cock across her cheek.
âStand up. Hands behind your back. Present those tits.â
She rose on shaky legs. I pinched one swollen nipple hard, twisting it. The drug made her cry out instantly.
âGood. Sensitive already. Now crawl behind me to the playroom. Youâre going to feel every step on that soaked cunt while I tell you exactly what your new life looks like.â
I turned and started walking, leash taut, forcing her to crawl on all fours after me like a dog. Every movement made her whimper.
âFrom tonight on, this mansion is your only home. Your only job is to keep me happy. The better you perform, the faster your debts disappear. The worse you perform⌠the longer you stay here getting your holes trained until youâre perfect.â
I stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked down at her â ass up, cunt visibly dripping, face burning with shame and drug-fueled heat.
âTell me, toy. How grateful are you that Iâm letting you pay off your familyâs debts with your mouth, your cunt, and your tight little ass? Beg me to use you harder while that pill turns you into a screaming, squirting mess.â
She was already panting, words tumbling out desperately as the amplifier cranked her sensitivity higher.
I smiled.
This was going to be fun.
Her POV
The crawl up those stairs felt endless.
Every step on my hands and knees made the collar tug at my throat. Every shift of my hips sent fresh jolts through my already soaked cunt thanks to that fucking pill. By the time we reached the playroom my thighs were slick, my nipples aching, and my mind was starting to feel⌠wrong. Fuzzy. Like some deep, traitorous part of me was starting to crave the next command.
He dragged me inside by the leash.
The room was huge â mirrors on every wall, a massive padded bench with heavy leather straps, chains hanging from the ceiling, toys lined up like instruments of torture. He pointed at the bench.
I climbed on. The drug made even the cool leather feel electric. He strapped my wrists above my head, ankles spread wide, leaving me completely open and helpless.
He pushed a thick buzzing vibrator slowly into my ass.
The moment it slid inside, a broken moan tore out of me. The vibrations hit nerves I didnât know existed, amplified a hundred times. My ass clenched helplessly, the fullness turning into a deep, throbbing heat that made my pussy gush even harder.
âExplain it,â he ordered calmly. âTell me exactly how your ass feels with that vibrator buried inside it. Every detail. While I play with this sloppy cunt.â
His fingers started circling my swollen clit â slow, feather-light.
I whimpered.
âIt⌠it feels so full⌠the vibrations are shaking deep inside me⌠every pulse makes my pussy clench and leak⌠itâs so intense, Sir⌠I feel like Iâm going to cum just from my assâŚâ
He slid two fingers into my dripping cunt, curling them lazily while the vibrator hummed louder.
The first edge hit fast. I thrashed, babbling, scared I was going to squirt any second.
He kept me there. Teetering. Shaking. Forcing me to describe every filthy detail again and again.
âBeg me to let you cum, toy. Tell me how many more edges your worthless holes can take before you give up and admit you were made for this.â
I was already crying, the drug and the edging melting my brain, that strange urge to submit growing stronger with every denied orgasm.
He didnât stop.
Even after I screamed through shattering orgasm after orgasm, my pussy spasming and squirting around his thick, weird-shaped cock, he kept pounding. The flared head dragged and locked against my walls, the drug turning every thrust into white-hot lightning. My clamped nipples burned. The bigger plug in my ass made me feel impossibly full.
I came again and again until my voice was gone, my mind white noise, tears and drool running down my face.
Finally he pulled out, flipped me over, yanked the plug, and buried all ten inches in my ass while I broke completely and begged for more of the drug.
Only when I was a sobbing, limp, drooling wreck did he unstrap me, clip the leash back on, and parade me around the playroom on all fours â cum and squirt dripping down my thighs, clamps tugging with every crawl.
In front of the full-length mirror he stopped.
âLook at what youâve become in one night. From broke little secretary to my personal island whore. Debts are dropping fast⌠but youâre never leaving this place the same.â
He gave the leash a final sharp tug.
âTomorrow is rest day. Youâll sleep in the cage at the foot of my bed. No clothes. No touching yourself. Youâll wake up leaking and desperate⌠because your holes are going to earn a lot more tomorrow night.â ________________________________________________________________ This is a requested story from one of my followers. Not everything is followed by their request. Some are modified by my own. DM me if you want to request, or use the "ASK" feature. THANKS FOR READING! (Well, if you bothered.)
My tinder date claimed she wanted to be used. Wanted to be filled by as many men as possible, the filthier the situation the better. By the time I finally met her Iâd had plenty of time to construct all sorts of devious plans. I met her in the local pub and we had a few drinks and shot the shit. She was a cocky little thing and thought she had my measure. I suggested we go to the nearby park for a play and she winked at me and walked out beckoning me to follow. I kissed her passionately against the swing set and pushed her over the swing, rapidly tying her arms to the metal bar across the top of the set. She squealed in excitement, not knowing yet that we were just barely getting started. I positioned myself behind her and pulled down her underwear. She was already so fucking wet. I yanked her head up by the hair and growled in her ear about how she was going to get exactly what she wanted. I reminded her of her safe word then pushed her head back down and slid my cock deep inside that achingly tight wet pussy. She hissed in pleasure as I worked in and out of her, reveling in every sensation she could offer me. I pulled out and walked in front of her, taking out my phone as I did so. She looked up at me as I hit send on a group message I had ready then kissed her fiercely before pulling away and shoving my cock between those pretty red lips. She took me in her eagerly, moaning at her rough treatment. I began to video with my phone and she really put on a show, doing her best to get me to empty my load on her face. Footsteps came from behind her and a look of panic entered those big brown eyes. I leaned down and whispered âYou wanted this remember?â and then focused in a tight zoom on her face as the first cock slammed inside her. The sheer impact sent her into shock and she groaned around my dick till I pulled it out and slapped her face with it. âIâm going to cum!â groaned dick number one and she looked up in terror. Behind the camera I smirked at her âSay the word and he stops,â She hesitated, then took me back into her mouth and sucked and licked me with reckless abandon pushing back on the random cock. He came inside her hard and her eyes rolled back in her head at the sensation of being filled. Surrendering herself to the pleasure, she barely noticed him pull out and random cock number 2 taking his place. I looked down at her and smiled âIâve got a lot of friends and weâve got a lot of time,â By the time I untied her she was fucking dripping cum out of every hole she had.
(via TumbleOn)
You donât know him. He doesnât know you. He didnât ask for your consent. He just saw you bent over, looking at the snacks on the lower shelf and grabbed your ass.
Your heart pounded and you stopped breathing, but your cunt clenched and soaked immediately. His hand slid across your soft ass and you felt his finger tips gently trace the folds of your pussy. Still you didnât stop him. Still you didnât cry out. You just stayed there, letting this complete stranger fondle you.
Your silence emboldened him. Quickly he went from a gentle caress, to fingering you. Panties pulled aside, his thick fingers pump in and out of your wet cunt as you grab the shelving to steady yourself. Biting your lip, you try to stifle your moans as your cunt flutters around his thick digits.
Then youâre suddenly empty and instead of feeling relieved itâs over, you feel disappointment. You were getting close, close to cumming on some random mans fingers. But then you feel it. Something hot and hard press to your puffy lips.
Looking back, you see his bare cock. Hard and throbbing for you. Before you can say anything, he sinks into you hard. One forceful thrust and all of him is buried in you. Thereâs no stopping your half moan of pleasure and half cry of pain as you are forcefully stretched around his girth.
Your sound doesnât stop him. He just grabs your hips tight, and fucks you. Fast and hard his hips slap into you, over and over. The wet sound of your pussy echoing down the mostly quiet aisle.
Grabbing the shelf harder you moan like the whore you are as you let this stranger use you. Use you like the free use slut you are. Your hole squeezes him hard and he hisses through his teeth. His fingers dig into your soft hips harder as he pulls you back to meet each thrust.
âLet me see her tits!â An excited man says suddenly and you turn to see some other man watching from a few feet away.
His cock is out and itâs hard. His hand strokes it slowly and you see precum dribbling from the fat head to the shaft where his hand smears it with each stroke. In his other hand is his phone and heâs recording you.
You want to tell him to stop, but you only groan and drop your head in shame as you cum on the strangers cock. It isnât a powerful orgasm, but it still feels so amazing that you donât realize you were turned and had your clothes pulled aside so your tits are out for all to see.
The man strokes his cock harder and groans as he records your bouncing tits. The stranger holds your arms so you canât cover yourself while giving him leverage to keep fucking you.
You need to stop before things go too far, but you donât do anything to stop them. You let the man use your cunt until he presses in as deep as he can and cums. His cock throbbing inside you as rope after rope of hot cum fills you.
The man watching strokes his cock hard and fast and he blasts his load all over your tits and the floor. Then they are done with you.
The man pulls out of you and tucks his cock away as the other ends the recording and puts himself away. You fall to the tile floor, landing in the mans cum as they talk excitedly to each other.
They have already forgotten you as they exchange numbers so the second man can send the video to the first man. When you look up at them, they are already walking away. Laughing and slapping each other on the back as you are left on the cold floor. Some random strangers cum dripping across your tits while another strangers cum drips from your cunt. And you smile.
Getting up, you fix your clothing and make yourself presentable just as another man turns into your aisle. You glance at him and your heart races as you bend over to look at the snacks again. Turning slightly, you angle your ass thatâs barely covered in your short skirt towards him. Hoping this new man will be as brave as the last man was.
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This was 1000000% inspired by this anon. I tweaked it a bit though because the idea being paid to get fucked and loving it just makes me really happy.
On with the smut!
inspired by smth someone messaged me recently...
I don't sleep wearing many clothes. I like to feel sexy in what i wear to sleep though - which is why i have a range of silken little nighties that i alternate between. Each a different colour, but all the same components: two almost testingly thin straps, lace panel that fits snugly around my chest and holds my tits whilst the lower portion of my nightie is silk and flowy, ending just below my ass
the nightie sways and rides up my thighs as i waltz around my house in the little item of clothing, switching off lights and doing my last minute errands with such vigor that the silk jumps up and flashes the equally as revealing pair of panties i wear beneath the silk
and of course - when i sleep the nightie rides up and doesn't really cover anything... but that's fine... because who would be able to see it anyways?
Well, turns out the neighbour.
a middle age man, living alone who had a keen eye. who noticed every night how his young, slutty neighbour would step out of the shower and open her window with her towel wrapped around her middle - brushing her hair and then moving into her bedroom and hiding behind the curtain before reappearing downstairs - in the living room - wearing a tiny little nightie as she scampered from locking the front door to boiling her water for a hot water bottle, to closing her windows and turning her lights off...
he looked out for her every night, watching her do the very same bedtime ritual with his cock in his hand, honing in on how she would flash her panties when she turned quickly and the flowy material rose up - and the way the pep in her step had her tits bouncing beneath the lace hem of the nightie
one night i only realise once im tucked in bed that i forgot to lock my front door.
but the warmth of the bed and heaviness of my eyes had me able to convince myself: it's a safe neighbourhood... and ive never had any problems before... what are the chances someone would try break in just this once...? it's not that big a deal - i dont need to go down n lock it, i can just go to sleep and deal with it tomorrow morning...
though someone had in fact noticed that i'd left my door unlocked.
the neighbour was surprised to see that i'd forgotten a part of my nighttime ritual. locking the door. and i'd ascended up the stairs earlier than anticipated, leaving his hand holding his throbbing cock - unsatisfied - balls still full of cum and needing to find his release, still.
it was optimal, really
he could just wait for it to get a bit darker...
then open my front door - push the handle down quietly and shut it behind him, listening to hear if there was any noise within the house...
but everything within is dormant.
then walk up the stairs, down the corridor and to the right - to the room which he knew i slept in every night, wearing a nightie that didn't properly cover me.
he pushed the door open and felt heartrate shoot up as the door emit a squeak.
but no noise or sound of agitation followed from inside the room.
stepping around the door - he saw her body.
sprawled across the bed, nightie riding high on her thighs, lying on her side with her tits spilling from the hem of edge of her nightie -
there i lay.
my neighbour advanced the room, standing besides the sleeping girl. fingers tracing the bedside table, his hand knocked into a medication bottle - and picking it up to read, it read melatonin
what good news for him. he could do almost anything tonight and not wake her.
as if testing that hypothesis, the neighbour rolled her onto her back using her shoulder and watching as her breast bounced as her back hit the mattress, and she remained unconscious
she was so much more vulnerable and delicious when she was only a foot away from the neighbour.
now that he could see the bruise on her inner thigh and floral pattern across the lace chest part of the nightie - just sheer enough to allow him to see her dark nipples beneath the material
as if to really test whether she was asleep or not, the neighbour freed his cock and let it slap down onto her face - his balls sagging and sitting on her cheek whilst his cock lay against the other part of her face
it was so territorial. being able to put his cock on her face - mark her as his. his phone came out - taking a picture with flash of the sleeping girl with his cock against her face before proceeding to take a video - handling his cock from the base and rubbing it over her face, smushing her cheek with the stiff apendage and stroking his tip over her lips, letting the little bit of moisture from her parted lips wet the tip of his cock
he couldn't help his hands from ripping her lacey front down, exposing those pillowy tits and kneading them roughly with his palms - pinching them with his fingers and rolling those hard nipples between his thumb and index, feeling his cock twitch as she stirred slightly and let out a laboured breath
maybe she was having a wet dream.
the neighbour didnt know and didnt care.
he pulled her panties to the side and couldve moaned at how delicious she looked - her panties slick and a slimy tendril attaching her soaking pussy to the wet panties, her clit and hole gleaming in the barely lit room from her arousal
he couldn't stop himself.
his cock pressed against the slickness of her pussy, and he rubbed. he gyrated his cock back and forth against her folds, making lewd noises that made his balls twitch, cum fill his cock as he spat on her pussy and let his cock mix her slick with his fluids, the warmth of her pussy contrasting the unawakedness of the sleeping girl
he cant hold it much longer -
his balls tighten and he stuffs his head into my pussy, my unprotected, unsuspecting pussy as his cock splurges his seed into me and his heart pumps whilst he fills my pussy with his load and realises what he's done
my body stirs and he feels the need to leave.
just one picture - he lowers his camera to my pussy and the flash illuminates the cum that seeps from between my folds
and on the way out, he cant help but spot the keys hung besides the door. labelled house keys.
he cant stop himself from plucking them from where they rest, promising himself another experience like this one again as he shuts the door behind him, leaving me to turn over in my bed and wonder why my bedroom door has been left open before i doze off again
reminder to send rape threats and brutal messages of what you'd do to me in my inbox or messages <3
rereading my old stuff to get me wet n god this is so hot
Ok, finally had some time to focus and work on what the anon inspired the other day. This isnât complete and there will be a part two with the rest of the story, but hereâs the first half.
For kink warning, this is very much a rape play scene. I know that isnât for everyone, so move along if that bothers you. For the rest of you twisted girls that enjoy that scene, here ya go.
cute date idea: you come over to watch a movie. 20 minutes in i've got you across my lap, shorts on the floor, panties hanging off your ankle. slowly spanking and playing with your pussy, shushing you any time you get too noisy. pretty soon your lips are dripping, but i just keep circling my fingers on your clit and spanking gently, waiting for you to beg for my thick fingers to sink inside you
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thing where somebody gets so mindlessly turned on that their hips start jerking forward rhythmically and involuntarily like a needy dog very easily one of the hottest observed phenomena
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You wake up in an unfamiliar bed with a pain in your head and a dull ache between your legs.
You groan softly and stretch, gently trying to nudge the stranger's arm off your waist so you can sit up.
While massaging the side of your head, trying to regain some motor functions, you look around and spot your technician jumpsuit and boots on the floor where you tossed them last night.
Just when you move to carefully slink off the bed, a soft four fingered hand gently reaches out to rub your lower back. You tense a little as the hand brushes up to your shoulder and a soft chest presses against your back.
âYou weren't just going to leave while I was sleeping, were you?â
A soft voice mumbles sleepily against your skin. Itâs said in a playful tone, they know the answer already.
âWell, that's my go-to.â
i really want to go camping. just a nice, solo camping trip to relax and have time to myself :)
Iâd wake up and make breakfast, hike up to a different spot, start a fire and forage for a bit, draw or carve something, and setup camp for the night.
i have one pair of pjs with me and my sleeping bag for the night because i donât have to worry about anyone judging what i wear or asking me for a spare blanket. So i packed just a pair of booty shorts and a smallish tank top. itâs just basic undergarments, nothing fancy, and i would be pretty embarrassed if anyone knew i wore these drabby clothes to sleep.
after i make a cup of sleepytime tea and wait for the fire to die out, i snuggle up in my sleeping bag. itâs a bit chillier tonight but i donât have any other clothes to wear on top of this since i only brought my pjs and my stinky hiking clothes.
whatever. i drift off to sleep and dream of watching shooting stars falling around me, so pretty. as they crash onto the ground around me i feel the heat from them on my skin. itâs getting warmer, but i also really feel it on my cheeks. like iâm flushed or blushing. i watch the stars spark into flames and die out into embers.
animals start to surround me. deer, rabbits, foxes, and coyotes. they all come up around me and start sniffing my face and body. they start licking my face and neck, i giggle trying to push them away, it tickles. one of the coyotes thatâs licking my stomach starts traveling down toward the hem of my shorts. woahhh haha, watch out buddy, i tell him.
Obviously not understanding english, he nudges his snout under the hem and takes a lick on my parts. i push his head away harshly and sit up. Immediately im pushed back down by the other animals and a huge buck comes and steps on my hair and arms so i canât move.
i know this is a dream but how am i not waking up already???
a rabbit comes and starts pulling my shorts down, the coyote comes back and nudges his snout between my legs, i scream and try to close them but he turns and bites one. fuck, that felt real.
He goes back and starts licking, hesitant at first, just seeing how it tastes i guess. since foraging and meal prepping the smart and healthy way, ive only packed like fruit and stuff so obviously it probably tastes like really fucking good. at least thatâs all i can assume from him diving in, licking deeper and deeper. fuck her tongue is fucking huge. it goes in and out fluidly. the slick sounds filling the air along with my whimpers and the other animals breathing and chirping and whining.
i feel it building up in my tummy, something molten. fuck, this is the weirdest wet dream iâve ever had.
all of the sudden, his tongue dives insanely deep and curls into one of my spots. I wake up with a gasp and shaking through an orgasm. letting out a loud screaming moan, my eyes shoot open as i feel it curl inside me again.
WHAT THE FUCK
a tall dark figure is above me, my sleeping bag is unzipped and this persons hand is between my legs, his fingers curl inside me again. i scream, grabbing his arm and trying to push him away and get his fingers out. he plunges them deeper and uses his other hand to wrap around my neck and push it to the ground, holding it there.
i try to scream but canât with my minimal airway, so i struggle and whimper, squeezing and trying to tear his arm away from my neck but it wonât budge. his fingers are still thrusting in and out of me, sometimes slowing down to explore and prod at my spots. i really cant help but shiver from the stimulation and orgasm from earlier. but who the fuck is the guy and how did he get in here and find me?!?
he finally speaks, moving his fingers to slip out a bit. âyou werenât this wet the whole time darlinâ, my friend had to help you out to start, could barely get him offâa you. but i canât blame himâŚâ the dark figure takes his fingers out slowly with a shhlickkk sound, putting them up to his mouth, ââŚbecause you sure do taste fucking heavenly.â he leans to the side so i can see behind him something moves, a fucking dog. what the fuck. i thrash and whimper. âdonât fucking move. he bit you once, heâll do it again.â I freeze, the bite, the dream, fuck it was all real.
the dog starts whining and tries to come up to me but the man pushes him back. he pushes his fingers back into me and starts moving them again, fuck iâm so overstimulated it almost hurts. âfuck, heâs eager. do u mind if he goes for a second course?â âfuck you,â i strain out. he opens my legs barely and the dog jumps over me sniffing and licking as deep inside as he was in the dream. fuckkk this is horrible i could get a disease or something, he needs to stop licking at my fucking spots itâs really too much.
the pressure starts building again. oh no, no no no no. please god i can fucking cum on a dogs tongue. opposing to my thoughts, my body gets closer and closer and- he stops. i freeze and tears start flowing from my eyes. from relief his contact from me is gone and because my body is so worn out now.
SHITT, something scrapes at my hips, the dogs paws, what the fuck is going on?? âsorry darling, he needs a little help, do you mind?â the man takes the pillow out from under my head and harshly lifts my hips, placing it underneath. he takes his hand off my throat finally, i gasp for air and can barely speak through my damaged vocal chords, âfuck you asshole.â âuhh yeahhhh i wonât, but heâs about to.â he nudges the dog forward. the man stuffs my shorts into my mouth so i canât scream. how the fuck is this happening.
the dog immediately scratches at my hips again and starts rutting his hips toward me. FUCK NO. i thrash around but feel something poke my neck. itâs the man holding my wood carving knife i. his hand against my neck. âmove, and Iâll fucking slit your throat.â tear start flowing from my eyes. how did i ever get in this position. i feel something scortching start to poke at my entrance, fuck please no please please please noâŚ
the dog edges toward me more and suddenly plowing himself so deep inside me, how the fuck did i think doggy dicks were small??? this feels fucking huge, it fucking hurts. heâs thrusting in and out and an inhumane pace. his huge red doggy part pushes every single one of my spots and i canât think anymore, i canât even move. itâs like heâs going through me i can almost feel it in my stomach. he starts growling and i feel it get bigger. no way, this dog is not gonna knot me. please god. he canât fit it in thank god.
âaw cmon buster, you can do better than that,â the mysterious man says before pushing the dogs backside against me and i feel it force inside me FUCK.
fuck thatâs huge, i canât fucking move because i think im gonna break. help please someone help me godâŚ
i feel it. the flooding of molten liquid filling me. all i can do is whine through this soaked through fabric. iâm such an idiot for getting myself in this stupid situation, for not bringing a gun, im so stupid. thereâs nothing i can do now except stay still while this dogs huge knot presses on my spot and his cum dumps into my cervix. i feel it dripping out. all over my sleeping bag and the floor of the tent. âhowâd that feel hun? seems buster loved it, did you?â he takes his finger and wipes from the base of the dogs cock, bringing the liquid up to my mouth and smearing it all over my lips. i feel it leak down into my mouth and iâm utterly repulsed.
the dog breaks away with a POP and my legs and hips and whole body goes lax. the man chuckles and puts his hand down there again. oh no please donât, and he doesnât. instead, he scoops up the dogs cum and pushes it back into me. âgood girl keep it in ok? the scent of it will help him track you down again.â i groan weakly and my vision begins to go blurry. the last thing i see is him throwing a stick outside the tent and the stupid dog running off after it to fetch.
fuck camping.
Need more k9 kink fantasies in which a group of men force a girl to take dog cock while laughing and making fun of her
Oh G-d I just thought about being strapped into a breeding bench given molly and acid and stretched out to take a knot toy by a partner. It's over whelming and I think that's going to be it, that's where the negotiated scene ended after all, but then I feel a wet muzzle and tongue and I'm not sure it's real. It's too intense to possibly be fake but I can't imagine them doing this to me. I am on a lot of drugs so maybe this is all in my head; a result of too much fictional indulgence and fantasy I rationalize. Then the dog hops up on me and again I reassure myself that it's the drugs and reading too many knotty stories. The fur is unbelievably soft on my skin, the nails on his over eager paws slice into my hips, and he's humping desperately seeking my hole. I can't believe this isn't real, it's too real. A well placed thrust makes its mark and he fills me with no concern for my comfort.
Idk it's intense and obscene and the betrayal does something to me too I think.
Love the genre of sadism thatâs basically just extreme âcuteness agressionâ. âI love you so much that I get the overwhelming primal urge to violently manhandle and wound you, like some delicate prey thing that I need to rip open and savour the taste of.â
submitting yourself to a new study. you signed up because, well, it paid, and you didnât care much for any awkwardness. you could handle squeamish moments, and it was something to do. when you signed the dotted line you hadnât expected it to be quite so⌠invasive.
as you come to on the medical bed, skin dotted with wires and readers, a feeling that is slowly becoming familiar, you notice youâve been completely stripped this time, with your arms raised to either side of your head and fastened by soft rubber restraints. probably so you donât hurt yourself trying to get out. the doctor, whos name you apparently cannot know for privacy reasons, hooks a finger under the elastic of the gas mask on your face, peeling it off.
âare these necessary?â you ask, somewhat hesitantly, tugging at the restraints.
he looks at you strangely, for a second, clearly expecting a little more resistance. ânot entirely, but theyâre encouraged. some subjects get a bit⌠jumpy, at this phase. we wouldnât want you ruining the results, or weâd have to perform this one all over again.â
his gloved hands ghost over your wrist and forearm, tracing spirals into your skin. you try not to shiver.
your eyes flick to the ceiling above you, and you notice a strange new addition to the room. above you rests the claw-hand of some robotic appendage, sleek and white in design with wires visible in the joints, and a soft silicone covering itâs digits.
âthatâs newâŚâ you mutter, catching the attention of the doctor.
âthat, it is. your performance in the last few phases was so⌠controlled, we decided youâd be the safest option to test the new equipment out on. itâs supposed to reduce the risk of harm for us doctors, less chance of a subject causing retaliatory damage when thereâs no person to retaliate against.â you think you can almost see a smile behind his surgical mask.
he vanishes, out of the room, behind a glass observational field. he speaks over a microphone.
ânow, this may feel foreign, and a little jarring, but itâs necessary work. please, for your sake, cooperate with us.â his voice clicks over the speaker, before the appendage lurches, moving towards you.
it grabs your ankle, limp as it were, still waking up frim anaesthetic, and places it into a kind of make shift stirrup attached to the medical bed. then does the same with the other. you should probably have some sort of reaction, apprehension maybe, but you canât help but watch it work with a sick curiosity.
the cool silicone digits hover over you, pressing down to squeeze the flesh of your arms.
ânerve receptivity test, activeâ the doctor offhandedly mentions.
it pushes, squeezing and rotating like a weird massage chair, until you twitch, trying to readjust. at the slightest movement it lets go. it does the same to the other arm, before repositioning itself over your chest. oh no.
the smooth silicone, now slightly warmer from your touch, clasps around your nipple, lightly pulsing before twisting it. you let out a sharp gasp, and it stops, but doesnât let go for a little second. you think the pressure is driving you insane.
âgenital receptivity test, activeâ thereâs a lighter tone in his voice as he says this.
the arm then moves back down your body, four digits splaying outward, placing its middle flat on your cunt. you flinch at the touch, but you can barely manage to twitch your thighs, let alone clamp them together to shut it out. you hear a low whirring, and the flat head of the robotic arm begins to secrete a cool gel. it moves slowly, rubbing it in, up and down your opening. you canât help a strangled moan when it ghosts against your clit.
âaudio is not being measured for this trial, by the way.â his voice echoes over the speakers again. your face flushes, you must have been louder than you thought.
the machine stops rubbing, and draws back, leaving your gel covered cunt exposed to the cool air. you adjust yourself in the restraints, getting antsy at the temperature, when you start to feel an odd sensation. the gel cools, but then it warms, and you feel a rush of need go up your spine.
aphrodisiac gel. thatâs what itâs equipped with. as the growing need starts to get worse, you buck your hips, writhing around but unable to even touch yourself, thanks to the wrist restraints. you let out a desperate groan.
âhmm. shall we begin the second part of the test? see what more this new toy has to offer?â the doctors voice lilts teasingly , and all you can do is grunt out a âyes, pleaseâ in return. you learned on your first day manners were quite important.
the arm moves again, the digits instead move together, pressing themselves into your hole, soft silicone pressing firmly, but without an inch of stretch. they lodge themselves maybe a couple centimetres in, before halting. your eye twitches as you cry out in desperation. why did they stop?
the digits then begin to spread out again, opening up your entrance. you take this opening willingly, your body ready for something, anything, to be inserted. anything to bring you relief. you hear another low whir, and look down to see , well, what could only be the medical equivalent of a dildo protruding from the same flat mouth of the robotic hand. it lowers itself into you slowly, achingly so, abd your back arches against the bed as your hips buck wildly.
you think you can hear yourself muttering âpleaseâ over and over. you think you can hear the doctor laughing at you.
it seems to stretch as it goes into you, and once it reaches itâs apparent length, it begins to swell.
âwh- what?â you squeak, as the rubber is filled with some form of liquid, stretching it inside you, spilling out into you in drips as it begins to rock back and forth, squeezing into you. fucking you relentlessly.
you rock mindlessly on the bed, nipples red and inflamed, cunt wet and warm, abd body uncontrollable in lust. the growing size of the silicone between you should cause you discomfort, but you find yourself taking more and more of it.
until it stops, right as you started losing yourself over the edge.
âhmm, optimal results it seems. you took it to its full hilt and size.â
âh-huh?â you sputter, brainless with need.
âthe test is over, subject 17.â the doctor states plainly, as the robotic arm shrinks back into itself, before removing itself from you entirely, and returning to its place above the bed. you lay there, body shaking and dizzy.
âalthough, for your good behaviour today, I may be inclined to give you one last test before weâre done for tonight. if you ask nicely.â
you feel your lips quiver before you can stop them, a pathetic âpleaseâ already on your tongue, and you realise youâre so used to all of this, youâre ready to beg for more at a moments notice.
but, god, you really do need moreâŚ