[faewildehasmoved]

Tie his hands above his head and use him like he's a dildo you just stuck to the wall

[noideawhattoname]

"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 secretary—young, 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 “accidentally” 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 uniform—tight, 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 “stop being dramatic.” 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 wasn’t even there.

“You look like shit, sweetheart,” he said, voice low and oily. “Financial troubles, right? Family debts? I’ve seen the numbers. You’re drowning.”

I couldn’t even deny it. My throat was too tight.

He smiled, slow and predatory. “I 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.”

His gaze dropped to my tits, then lower, like he was already imagining how I’d look on my knees. The number he named next made my knees weak. Enough to erase everything. Enough to breathe again.

He didn’t ask twice. I was too desperate, too exhausted, too stupid to say no.

“Tonight,” he said, standing up and towering over me. “We leave tonight. Don’t pack at all. Everything you own is just dead weight. You’re starting a new life now. A new purpose. Leave it all behind.”

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:

“Welcome home, secretary. From tonight on, your only job is to earn every single cent I’m about to spend on you. And you’re going to do it on your back, on your knees, and whatever other positions I decide your holes look best in.”

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.

“If you’d bothered to read the fine print on that contract, sweetheart, you never would’ve taken the corporate job in the first place. That document was written for girls exactly like you—broke, pretty, and too stupid to notice the trap. I didn’t hire a secretary. I bought a toy. And tonight… I start breaking her in.”

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 lighting—everything screamed money. The kind of money that could erase every debt crushing my chest.

He didn’t waste time.

“Here’s how it works,” he said, circling me slowly like livestock. “You 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 don’t have a choice anymore, do you? Your family’s future is riding on how well you spread those legs.”

My throat tightened. I knew it was a trap. But the number he named still echoed — enough to breathe again.

So I nodded.

“Strip. Slowly. Teasing. One piece at a time. Make me want it.”

My hands shook as I obeyed. Blouse first—buttons 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. “Good girl. First payment transferred. Look at that—your biggest debt just got a nice dent. Keep performing like that and this will be easy.”

Next command: “On all fours. Crawl to me. Arch that back like the desperate slut you are. The sexier you move, the bigger the bonus.”

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. “Excellent. Bonus paid. You’re learning fast.”

Then he produced a thick black leather collar with a shiny metal ring.

“Put it on.”

I hesitated. “I… I don’t—”

His hand cracked across my face in a sharp, stinging slap. My cheek burned instantly.

“Disobedience costs you, toy. Try that again and the next payment gets delayed. Now put the fucking collar on.”

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.

“That’s better. Now you look like what you really are. My personal debt-slut. And we’re just getting started.”

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.

“Only the tip, whore,” he growled, wrapping the leash tighter around his fist so I couldn’t pull back even an inch. “Lips, tongue, suction — nothing else. You don’t get to swallow the shaft. You don’t 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 I’ll triple the next payment. One hundred and fifty percent bonus. Fail, and tonight’s earnings get cut in half.”

My stomach twisted. The debt counter on his phone was already glowing, ticking live. Every second I hesitated was money I couldn’t 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 — 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.

“That’s it… nurse on it like the broke little cock-sucker you are. Feel how it swells? That shape’s gonna lock in your throat one day and you won’t be able to pull off even if you choke. But not tonight. Tonight you earn with just the tip.”

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.

“Fuck… good girl. Keep sucking just like that. You want that 150% bonus, don’t you? Want your debts to disappear while you kneel here naked with a collar on your neck?”

I whimpered around the head, nodding frantically, sucking with everything I had — 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.

“Swallow it all when I give it to you—”

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 — kneeling, collared, cum dripping from my chin onto my tits, eyes glassy and broken.

“Payment confirmed, toy. You just earned yourself a nice chunk of freedom… and proved exactly how quickly you’ll whore yourself for money.”

He gave the leash another tug, forcing my head up.

“Now open your mouth and show me how much you swallowed like a good debt-slut. We’re not done. Not even close.”

His POV:

She was already on her knees exactly where she belonged — collared, naked, trembling, lips still shiny with the mess I’d 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.

“Swallow it slowly, bitch,” I ordered, leash wrapped tight around my fist. “Bit by bit. Let it coat your tongue. I want you to taste every drop of what you just earned.”

She obeyed like the broken little slut she was, throat working in small, humiliated gulps. She’d only managed to swallow about half when I dropped the small capsule onto her cum-covered tongue.

“Swallow the rest with this. It’s just a little something to keep you from getting knocked up tonight.”

She gulped it down. I watched her pupils dilate almost instantly as the amplifier hit — nipples tightening, thighs pressing together, fresh wetness already running down her leg.

I slapped my still-hard cock across her cheek.

“Stand up. Hands behind your back. Present those tits.”

She rose on shaky legs. I pinched one swollen nipple hard, twisting it. The drug made her cry out instantly.

“Good. Sensitive already. Now crawl behind me to the playroom. You’re going to feel every step on that soaked cunt while I tell you exactly what your new life looks like.”

I turned and started walking, leash taut, forcing her to crawl on all fours after me like a dog. Every movement made her whimper.

“From 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 you’re perfect.”

I stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked down at her — ass up, cunt visibly dripping, face burning with shame and drug-fueled heat.

“Tell me, toy. How grateful are you that I’m letting you pay off your family’s 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.”

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 — 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 didn’t 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.

“Explain it,” he ordered calmly. “Tell me exactly how your ass feels with that vibrator buried inside it. Every detail. While I play with this sloppy cunt.”

His fingers started circling my swollen clit — slow, feather-light.

I whimpered.

“It… it feels so full… the vibrations are shaking deep inside me… every pulse makes my pussy clench and leak… it’s so intense, Sir… I feel like I’m going to cum just from my ass…”

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.

“Beg 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.”

I was already crying, the drug and the edging melting my brain, that strange urge to submit growing stronger with every denied orgasm.

He didn’t 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 — cum and squirt dripping down my thighs, clamps tugging with every crawl.

In front of the full-length mirror he stopped.

“Look at what you’ve become in one night. From broke little secretary to my personal island whore. Debts are dropping fast… but you’re never leaving this place the same.”

He gave the leash a final sharp tug.

“Tomorrow is rest day. You’ll sleep in the cage at the foot of my bed. No clothes. No touching yourself. You’ll wake up leaking and desperate… because your holes are going to earn a lot more tomorrow night.” ________________________________________________________________ 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.)

[4passion4beautyworld]

[sexplicitprose]

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 I’d 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 “You wanted this remember?” 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. “I’m going to cum!” groaned dick number one and she looked up in terror. Behind the camera I smirked at her “Say the word and he stops,” 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 “I’ve got a lot of friends and we’ve got a lot of time,” By the time I untied her she was fucking dripping cum out of every hole she had.

[theassninja]

[e-bae]

(via TumbleOn)

[bowsersthotsv3]

You don’t know him. He doesn’t know you. He didn’t 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 didn’t stop him. Still you didn’t 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 you’re suddenly empty and instead of feeling relieved it’s 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. There’s no stopping your half moan of pleasure and half cry of pain as you are forcefully stretched around his girth.

Your sound doesn’t 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.

“Let me see her tits!” An excited man says suddenly and you turn to see some other man watching from a few feet away.

His cock is out and it’s 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 he’s 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 isn’t a powerful orgasm, but it still feels so amazing that you don’t 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 can’t cover yourself while giving him leverage to keep fucking you.

You need to stop before things go too far, but you don’t 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 that’s barely covered in your short skirt towards him. Hoping this new man will be as brave as the last man was.

[makemonymoo-deactivated20260501]

The Daily Grind

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!

The holidays have always been a busy time for the company, especially on the days leading up to New Years. Tensions run high, patience runs short, and people just need a little relief. 

Which is where you and your colleagues come in. Literally. 

You've just clocked in and you're hurrying towards your cubicle when your manager sees you. Her eyebrows raise a fraction as a knowing smile curves her lips. 

"Someone's here early," Maxine comments. As if anyone's ever late for this job. 

Your cheeks burn even as you grin back at her. Kicking off your shoes, you quickly pull up your skirt before reaching for your desk drawer. Maxine comes to stand behind you, and you feel arousal thrum through you at the weight of her gaze on your body. 

"Nice and wet," she purrs, stepping up to you and easily sliding two fingers into your cunt. You can feel her cock pressing into your hip. Not for the first time, you wondered what it would be like for her to fuck you. The thought made you clench down on her fingers. 

"Early bird gets the biggest dick, right?" you joke breathlessly. A little whine escapes you and you arch your back to take her in deeper. 

"She sure does." Maxine pulls out with a regretful sigh, although she does take the time to deliver a sharp slap to your ass before licking her fingers clean. "Get to work, cutie."

"Yes, ma'am," you say with an unsteady salute. Watching her walk away, you find it almost impossible to drag your eyes away from the sway of her hips. 

God, she is so hot.

It takes you a moment to shake yourself out of your daze. A few of your colleagues have started showing up, and you smile and nod in greeting, unmindful of your bare ass on full display. 

Just another day here at the Daily Grind. 

You quickly pull on your panties and start up your computer. 

The whole pussy portal thing isn't just about providing a warm hole for a customer to fuck. That's certainly a big part of it, but it's not the only thing. It's about the experience; offering your client a moment of easy access comfort, whether it's a quick place to dump their loads or something to grind into over the course of a few hours. 

It isn't long before you feel the blunt head of a cock pressing against your cunt. There's a tentativeness to it that makes you think this is a first time customer and—you check your system—yup, never used the Grind before. You feel a tingle of excitement as the cock makes a quick, short thrust forward. A few of your colleagues aren't crazy about new prospects; they tend to prefer fucking frequent fliers who already know what they like. 

But you love it, the thrill of not knowing what you're going to get. Are you in for a hard, fast fuck, or are they going to drag things out? Will the person on the other end of the portal cum inside you quickly, overwhelmed by your tight, wet heat, or will they make you work for it, warming their cock inside you while you squirm with want but unable to do anything about it? 

This morning, the person fucking you is hungry for release. After the initial hesitation, they've picked up the pace. Their cock is stretching you out in the most delicious way, pumping in and out of your cunt and forcing little grunts from your throat every time they bottom out. You grip your desk, knuckles turning white, as you're powerless to do anything else but take it. 

And that's when you hear it. 

Moaning.

It seems you aren't the only early bird in the office today. 

You sit up with difficulty, eyes scanning the office until you finally find the source of all that delightful moaning. Diagonally across from you is Olivia, slumped in her chair with her head thrown back and her legs parted for you to see her pussy speared open on what appeared to be a massive cock. She's writhing in her seat, rolling her nipple between the fingers of one hand while the other toys with her clit. Every time she seems to get close to tipping over the edge, she backs off, drawing things out. 

Fuck, she's gorgeous. 

Between the cock fucking you with abandon and the sight of Olivia playing with her pussy, you can't stop the high-pitched whimper from escaping your throat. Her gaze immediately jumps over to yours. Her eyes briefly widen with surprise before the haze of arousal clouds her expression. Slowly, deliberately, she brings her fingers up from her cunt to her mouth and lewdly flicks her tongue over every inch of skin, hungrily lapping up her wetness. 

Your whole body tightens in response; you're so close to orgasm that you can practically taste it. The response only serves to egg on the cock fucking you. Their thrusts are getting more erratic, fast and jerky until finally—

"Oh. Oh, my fucking…" Your voice fails you then as your eyes rolls back in your head. Shivering and shaking, your cunt greedily milks the cock as it cums in side you. It pumps load after load of cum inside you; a few feet away, you can hear Olivia cursing as she watches. 

For a few long moments, it's all you can do to catch your breath. The cock that had spent the last few minutes fucking you pulls out, having no interest in sticking around, at it leaves you feeling sticky and used. Finally, with an immense effort, you force your eyes open. 

Olivia's still watching you. 

"Come here," she orders hoarsely. 

You don't hesitate. Standing up on shaky legs, you stumble over to her as cum trickles down your thighs. Olivia doesn't need to say anything; you know exactly what she wants. 

She clamps her thighs around your head, forcing your face into her cunt. Fuck, she tastes incredible. Her wetness coats your lips and cheeks and tongue, heady, while her pussy continues to get pounded. You wonder if the person on the other end of the portal can feel your tongue flicking over their cock as you eat Olivia out. The tiny corner of your brain that's still functioning makes note to talk to Maxine to test it out. But that doesn't matter now; Olivia's getting close, you can feel it. 

You're distantly aware of more voices coming into the office, but you pay them no mind. All you can focus on is Olivia's drenched cunt and the way her hands are tightening in your hair to the point of pain. 

When Olivia finally does cum, she does so with a loud squeal. Her hips buck and jerk against you, effectively fucking your face. She squirts all over your face, drenching you, and, fuck, she's delicious. And before long, the person fucking her cums too, no doubt tipped over by the way Olivia's pussy is clenching and convulsing around them.

Slowly, her grip on your hair loosens and she caresses trembling fingers over your cheeks. You look up at her with a dazed grin. 

"Man," she said with a giddy laugh. "Don't you love this job?"

And as you feel another cock probing at the entrance to your cunt through the portal, you have to admit. 

Yeah, you really, really do. 

[g-k444]

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

[g-k444]

rereading my old stuff to get me wet n god this is so hot

[bowsersthotsv3]

Ok, finally had some time to focus and work on what the anon inspired the other day. This isn’t complete and there will be a part two with the rest of the story, but here’s the first half.

For kink warning, this is very much a rape play scene. I know that isn’t for everyone, so move along if that bothers you. For the rest of you twisted girls that enjoy that scene, here ya go.

Following the sounds of your cursing and grunts, I walk through the usually dead silent library wearily. Rounding some book cases, I sweep my flashlight across the plexiglass display’s, showcasing the most values books the library owns and borrowed.

What I see, confuses me so much that I pause and gape at the spectacle. I understand what I see before me, but it’s so completely bizarre and unexpected, that I don’t know how to process it.

Your bare soft creamy ass cheeks reflect the light back at me. Your thong, wedged deeply between your cheeks, is hiked up along with your skirt. You could be practically naked from the waist to ankles and nothing would change much.

When my flashlight stops on you, you stop as well. Trying to look back at me, from inside the display, you are blinded by the light and can only turn away. Your effort to free yourself increases and you struggle hard, pushing and kicking at the display and floor; trying to find more leverage to force yourself free.

All you do is pull your thong and skirt up higher somehow. The shimmering fabric pulling tight along your labia. Furious and humiliated, you push hard and swear as you try with all your might to break out. All you accomplish is wearing yourself out though.

Cursing again, you stop and try to look about for anything to help you, but there isn’t anything you can do. You are completely stuck and you need help. My help.

Watching you gives me time to compose myself and asses what is happening and I quickly guess you are a thief after some of the libraries most prized books. Some of them do go for a hundred grand I was told, so it wouldn’t be a bad score. Yet, I can’t figure out why the hell a burglar thought it was a good idea to wear a skirt and thong to a heist?!

Protocol says I shouldn’t approach you. I am to call the police and back away, unless I am in danger. The absurd situation though, provides me a singular opportunity. As you wiggle and squirm, my eyes take in your soft jiggling ass and my body reacts naturally.

Working nights isn’t easy. It doesn’t give you much time to meet people or have a social life. I haven’t been with a woman in a very long time and you have such a perfect ass.

Licking my lips, I step closer slowly. My dick slowly fills with blood and I reach down to gently grope it through my trousers. As I approach, you redouble your efforts and scream to break free. You just wear yourself out even more.

Glancing up at the cameras, I know they aren’t working. When I first heard the strange sounds, the first thing I did was check the security cameras. I looked at this area specifically because of the books and saw nothing strange, which means you did something to them. Which means they aren’t recording you. Or me.

“What do I have here?” I ask softly as I step closer. My cock now fully hard and aching in its confines.

You try to look back at me, but again I blind you with the light. You can’t see a thing, but you feel me. My large hand slides across your soft bare ass and I squeeze it firmly. My thick fingers digging into your soft meat deep. Your flesh swells out between my knuckles and I smile wickedly.

“Fu-“ I start to groan softly, but your foot shoots out and kicks me in the shin hard.

Stepping back, I curse and drop my flashlight before rubbing my shin furiously. You scream desperately for help, but no one can hear you. Besides me.

Stepping back to you, I watch wearily for your feet and one of them does kick out at me. Like a mule, your leg raised up, then snaps back hard. Except the kick is blind. You miss me completely and I catch your foot and hold it tight.

Jerking and pulling against me, you try to break free, but my grip is too strong. Even your desperate wild fear doesn’t give you enough strength to shake me off. Then you feel cold steel wrap around your ankle before ratcheting close. The sharp metallic clicks make you pause again as you realize I just cuffed your ankle.

Panicked, you kick out with your other leg, just as I expected. Grabbing that foot and pulling on the cuffs hard, I hold your ankles together before locking your other ankle as well.

Stepping back, I let go of your feet and watch you kick your cuffed feet and scream even louder. Picking up my flashlight, I shine it on you again with an evil smile.

“You’ll want to behave now,” I say casually, “you are trapped and in a very vulnerable position. Theres a whole lot I can do to you right now kitten.” My own joke making me smile even more.

“Fuck you!” You scream and kick out with both feet, but miss me completely.

“Oh I’m going to.” I say before stepping forward and raising my foot up high.

Aiming for between your legs, I step down hard. My foot goes right down onto the cuffs and presses them down to the floor hard. Both your feet snap down to the floor as the hard metal digs into your ankles making you cry out in pain. With my weight on the cuffs and chain, both legs are pinned to the ground.

Of course you struggle even more to break free. Of course you accomplish nothing besides making me laugh.

Standing so close to you now, my aching bulge rubs along your bare ass and upper thighs. Feeling it makes you tense and go silent. I rock my hips back and forth so I drag the full length of my clothed cock across your ass.

“Do-don’t fucking touch me!” You cry out, but your tone is much softer than it was before. I can hear your fear in it. That makes my cock throb as I grab your hip and press my aching erection into you.

“Oh, I’m gonna do a lot more than touch you, kitten.” I smirk as my fingers slide along your curves.

“I-I swear to god I’ll fucking-“ You cry out in pain as I slap your ass hard, cutting you off.

“You’ll do nothing,” I laugh as I dig my fingers into your soft ass hard, “except cry and beg.”

“Don’t!” You say softly, your voice trembling. “Please!” You add in a whisper.

The light suddenly goes away from you and at crazy angles, leaving you mostly in darkness. Then you feel something smooth, hard and warm slide along your ass and you tense.

“Now I’m gonna move my foot. You might think that’ll be your chance and you’ll do something stupid like try and kick me,” I grope your ass again before sliding my thick fingers to the stretched thong digging into your cunt, “but if you try that,” I slide the back of the flashlight along your ass down to just above my fingers, where your ass hole is,” I will fuck your ass with this flashlight. I will ram it in as hard as I can and bury it inside you. And then I’ll still fuck your cunt. Do you understand kitten?”

I can hear your quick panicked breathing and I can feel you trembling against me. You are so afraid right now and that makes my cock throb even harder. I can feel my precum soaking my boxers I want to fuck you so badly. But you didn’t answer me.

I slap your ass hard enough it makes my hand sting and you cry out. “Understand cunt?!” I shout and in the large silent room my voice seems even louder as it echoes through the library.

“Yes.” You whimper while pressing your face into the bottom of the display case and close your eyes.

“Good girl kitten.” I praise softly as my fingers hook under your thong and roughly pull it aside, exposing your bare cunt and ass hole.

“I’m gonna take my time and enjoy this kitten.” my words tremble with eagerness as I move my foot off the cuffs so I have a foot on either side of yours now. “Behave and you might even enjoy it as well.”

You hear my zipper slowly come down as tears roll down your cheeks. I shift back and forth behind you as I maneuver my cock to pull it free, then you feel it. Hot, hard, thick and long. My cock lays across your soft ass and you sob.

[bigsadbison]

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

[nakanojou-blog]

くろこらくがき２

[yaoihentaikami]

Null Null

[sapphling]

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

[specsthesecond]

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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.

“You weren't just going to leave while I was sleeping, were you?”

A soft voice mumbles sleepily against your skin. It’s said in a playful tone, they know the answer already.

“Well, that's my go-to.”

You try and make the rejection sound as casual as you can. The alien behind you sighs against your shoulder, cold breath prickling your sticky naked skin. You need a shower.

Turning your head, you meet their lips in a soft kiss, pushing them down onto the bed.

“I have to go.” Your words are mumbled against their lips. “But we can do this again, I promise.”

The alien under you breathes out a sigh, “Alright.”

You get up to get dressed, sliding into your technician's uniform and boots before turning back to the alien watching you with interest. There’s something probing in their stare and before you can think too much about it, you lean over where they lie in the plush sheets.

“One more for the road?”

They huff a strange laugh before mumbling, “I’m not familiar with that phrase.”

You roll your eyes, gaze down to their plump lips and clarify,

“I’m asking for another kiss before I leave.”

They hum in agreement and you lean down to kiss them a bit more passionately than intended but you eventually find it in you to separate and jump off the bed.

“Okay, bye! See you later!”

The door whizzes shut behind you.

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You speed walk down the bustling staff corridor of the star fleet, weaving in-between the various alien species just going about their day. Some deckhands rush past, anxious to get to their assigned areas and assist some elderly passenger with their luggage. Others, like cleaning staff, stroll past not nearly as rushed to get to where another passenger has thrown up their last drink.

You slip into the very board room you were supposed to be in 15 minutes ago and breathe a sigh of relief before that breath gets sucked back in when you’re faced with the stony glare of the Section Director.

The Director’s expression doesn't give much away, you can feel their large black eyes assess your state, determining why you’re late and how to proceed. The tension in the room is thick and you only ease up a little when you notice your buddy and co-worker, Shark standing awkwardly behind the director, giving you an apologetic, light-hearted look.

“Good morning, Station technician 005”

The director's monotone but authoritative voice fills the empty space and you straighten up and clear your throat.

“Good morning, Sir”

He looks down at you, as he does with most given how tall he is and gives you another once over.

“Had a good nights rest, I assume?”

Is his reply, a bit more heavy handed than usual. He must be more upset than he lets on. You've garnered yourself quite a reputation since boarding this ship so you're less than bothered by the implication.

“As always, Sir.”

He hums and finally turns his gaze away from you and back to his clipboard.

“The next time you’re late, I will have to write up a warning letter.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He motions for you to stand next to Shark so he can address you both.

“I need you to fix the vent in my office. I don’t care if it's broken or just needs cleaning, I want it fixed by the end of lunch hour."

He dishes commands out like he was born to, looking between the two subordinates in front of him with a stern look.

"Don't waste time.”

With that he walks out the door, giving you one last disapproving glance before the door slides shut behind him.

Both you and Shark let out relieved breaths the second the door shuts.

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The last of the screws fall to the floor as you wrench the vent off the wall and peer into the sizeable opening. You sigh when you don’t see much dust or blockage, that means you’ll need to replace the actual vent covers.

“I just don’t get why he has to be so uptight all the time.”

Your complaint echoes as you poke your whole upper body into the opening in the wall, working to reach for the vent opening on the other side. The ship walls are thick and you have to stretch your entire torso into the vent just to reach but once you do, you start unscrewing the cover from the inside.

“He’s the section director. He has to be uptight, Leik.”

That's also why you call him Shark. Orca would've been just as accurate but when you showed him what a shark was he thought it was really cool so it stuck.

Shark drawls in his deep bass. He’s leaning against the wall you’ve crawled into, being very unhelpful.

Names are difficult to translate between languages that are literal galaxies apart so it's common for nicknames to spring up and stick between friends. He calls you Leik because you apparently resemble one. What that even means, you have no idea because he won’t tell you. You tried looking it up but you don’t know how to spell that in his native text and anyone of his species you've asked apparently doesn’t know.

“This is a star cruiser, not a military ship. He should loosen up.”

You mumble, finally getting the vent on the other side of the wall open, pushing it until it falls to the floor of the Director's office.

“C’mon, we both know you only think that cus you wanna fuck ‘em.”

Shark pokes your ass cheek and you are now very aware that your ass has been sticking out of the vent behind you this whole time. You go to wiggle your way out of the short vent but Shark places both his hands on your ass, preventing you from moving.

“You do, right?”

He asks again while groping the fat of your cheeks. You sigh, already feeling a little heat in your stomach.

“Yes, obviously. Nobody is surprised by that.”

You wiggle a little, trying to crawl your way out the front this time. Shark easily pulls you right back, keeping you still with one large hand around your thigh.

“You think he knows that? I bet his reaction would be hilar-”

“Are you really doing this now?”

“Cmon, Leik. I can smell you. You’re frustrated. You really wanna wait until our shift ends to get off? Everyone's at lunch right now, no one will even hear.”

A sigh tumbles from your lips, you don’t know what it is about the Director but he always gets you so riled up and Shark knows this all too well.

You unbutton your jumpsuit and slide it down your waist as much as you can, leaving you in your under-shirt.

Sharks laughter comes out like rumbling thunder, clearly amused at how little convincing you needed. He slips your jumpsuit down the rest of the way along with your underwear. You can feel him breathe in deeply, taking a long sniff of your arousal before running his finger down your cunt, smearing your wetness across your clit and back over your holes.

He slowly thrusts two fingers in your cunt making you whine with the sudden stretch. A stretch you should’ve gotten used to by now given how much you and Shark fool around, especially since he isn’t one for wasting time. He takes his fingers out of you and replaces them with his tongue, his huge, slimy tongue. You moan lowly as the appendage explores inside you, feeling the vibrations of his moan when you clench down.

His tongue retreats and you whine even while knowing what’s coming next. Shark’s cock always hit the right spots, perfect ridges along the shaft, the arrow like tip, god it felt so good every time. You arch your back when you hear the shuffling of his pants falling down his massive thighs. His hands go to spread your cheeks wide and you lean up on your tiptoes, presenting your pussy for him.

He taps his warm, leaking tip on your cunt, collecting some of your slick and his spit. You try to grind back on him but can’t get much friction, not with his hand on your hip keeping you in place. He chuckles, taking pity on you and his cock, pushing in just enough to pop the arrowhead tip into you, watching how you stretch around him.

“Fucking move.”

Your pussy weeps for more, clenching around his pointed tip, trying to suck in more of him. He slowly thrusts in, inch by inch, letting you feel every little ridge of his cock against your walls. The feeling has your eyes rolling, bracing yourself against the wall.

Your breath hitches when you feel the base of his cock against your ass, now taking his entire length. His warm hands massage the fat of your hips, feeling your walls clench around him. He does this all the time, just sits with his dick inside you, not actually moving. You heave a frustrated sigh,

He gives you another, more ragged laugh,

“Sorry, Leik. You just feel so snug.”

Before you can snap back at him, a groan cuts you off as he pulls all the way out only to thrust back in all the way to the base. He sets a generous pace, fucking you through the wall. His hands on your hips, keeping your stomach pressed against the cold metal of the vent making you feel the way his cock makes your tummy bulge.

You pant and moan, the sounds echoing in the empty office. You're so lost in the pleasure you don't even hear the door to the office hiss open or the quiet footsteps that follow.

When you do finally open your eyes, your entire body freezes when you see two squeaky clean boots standing right in front of you. You already know exactly who it is before you snap your head up.

The Director towers over you, wearing the same stern face he always does and it makes you tense up so much that Shark curses from the other side of the wall.

“Fuck! So fucking tight.”

The director looks over at the wall and then back to you, raising an eyebrow.

You try to avoid looking at him. What are you supposed to do? Are you going to be fired? Go back home, ashamed and-

A sharp thrust from Shark knocks you completely out of your head and forces a load moan from your mouth that you desperately try to cover with your hand.

The Director only cocks his head to the side, as if assessing an interesting animal.

You hang your head low, trying to compose yourself even a little. You can’t look at him, not when Shark’s tip is kissing your cervix with every thrust. You groan into your hand, hating how turned on this is all making you.

You probably just lost your job but all you can think about is how dripping wet you are and how he can probably hear the slick plaps from the other side of the wall even over Shark's grunts and groans.

A slim hand slinks around your wrist and pulls your hand away from your mouth with a tug. You look up at the Director and he looks back with the same composed expression he always has, serious but calm.

The Director takes your chin in his long fingers and holds your face up to his. He studies your heavy breathes, your teary eyes as you try your best to hold back any sounds, your lip captured between your teeth.

Another rough thrust crashes through you as Shark grows closer and closer to his climax. Your eyes squeeze shut, choking out a whimper despite your best efforts to keep it down.

His thumb brushes your molars as your breaths quicken and you reach for his wrist. He grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers while never taking his eyes off yours, not even blinking.

You feel the director’s grip on your chin tighten slightly, urging you to open your eyes. When you do, he's a lot closer than before, crouching down to your level. His big dark eyes bore into yours, commanding you to never look away again.

He pulls gently on your lip, pulling it from under your teeth and replacing it with his thumb. His eyes flicker down to your lips as he slowly slides his thumb between your teeth, forcing your sounds to fill the office space once again. You finally let your moans fall freely when Shark brings his thick fingers to clumsily rub at your clit.

You bite down on his thumb as your cunt squeezes down on Shark, feeling all the ridges and ribs of his cock against your walls. That's how you cum, staring right into the eyes of your director. You hear Sharks deep roar as he cums, coating your walls generously with every deep thrust.

Through your haze, you can see the Director's lips turn up ever so slightly into a mean little smirk, his eyes squinting a little in condescending delight as he watches you come undone.

Drool runs down his hand and your chin when he finally pulls out of your mouth. He wipes his hand on your shirt while you catch your breath, head dropping down to the floor again as the pain in your neck finally catches up to you.

Before you can properly regain your composure, the Director lifts your head back up, this time by pulling the hair at the back of your head. It stings and you meet his idle gaze with a glare.

Until Shark pulls out and you feel that familiar gush of cum pour out with him, making you moan involuntary. The Director huffs in amusement before dropping your head back down and standing upright again.

He brushes his uniform down, neat and tidy as always and walks out of the room without a single word or glance back at you. You curse to yourself as the door hisses shut again and before you can even think of any consequences this encounter could have, you feel a big slimy tongue lick all the way up your thighs and cunt.

“Shark!”

His voice echoes through the walls,

“What? I’m cleaning up.”

You groan, having no clue how you could possibly explain to him that you both might’ve lost your jobs for a quickie but you’re not sure because the guy who caught you seemed kind of into it but he’s a dick so he might just get you fired anyway but you’re not actually sure...?

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[littlepuppers-deactivated202604]

i really want to go camping. just a nice, solo camping trip to relax and have time to myself :)

I’d 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 don’t 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. it’s 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. it’s a bit chillier tonight but i don’t 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. it’s getting warmer, but i also really feel it on my cheeks. like i’m 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 that’s 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 can’t 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 that’s 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 i’ve 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 can’t with my minimal airway, so i struggle and whimper, squeezing and trying to tear his arm away from my neck but it won’t 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. “you weren’t this wet the whole time darlin’, my friend had to help you out to start, could barely get him off’a you. but i can’t blame him…” the dark figure takes his fingers out slowly with a shhlickkk sound, putting them up to his mouth, “…because you sure do taste fucking heavenly.” he leans to the side so i can see behind him something moves, a fucking dog. what the fuck. i thrash and whimper. “don’t fucking move. he bit you once, he’ll do it again.” 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 i’m so overstimulated it almost hurts. “fuck, he’s eager. do u mind if he goes for a second course?” “fuck you,” 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 it’s 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?? “sorry darling, he needs a little help, do you mind?” 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, “fuck you asshole.” “uhh yeahhhh i won’t, but he’s about to.” he nudges the dog forward. the man stuffs my shorts into my mouth so i can’t 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. it’s the man holding my wood carving knife i. his hand against my neck. “move, and I’ll fucking slit your throat.” 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 no…

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. he’s thrusting in and out and an inhumane pace. his huge red doggy part pushes every single one of my spots and i can’t think anymore, i can’t even move. it’s like he’s 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 can’t fit it in thank god.

“aw cmon buster, you can do better than that,” the mysterious man says before pushing the dogs backside against me and i feel it force inside me FUCK.

fuck that’s huge, i can’t fucking move because i think im gonna break. help please someone help me god…

i feel it. the flooding of molten liquid filling me. all i can do is whine through this soaked through fabric. i’m such an idiot for getting myself in this stupid situation, for not bringing a gun, im so stupid. there’s 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. “how’d that feel hun? seems buster loved it, did you?” 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 i’m 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 don’t, and he doesn’t. instead, he scoops up the dogs cum and pushes it back into me. “good girl keep it in ok? the scent of it will help him track you down again.” 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.

[make-it-kinky-make-it-fun]

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

[make-a-wish-on-me]

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.

[bleedingheartdoe]

Love the genre of sadism that’s basically just extreme ‘cuteness agression’. “I 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.”

[ambroseaphrodisiac]

submitting yourself to a new study. you signed up because, well, it paid, and you didn’t care much for any awkwardness. you could handle squeamish moments, and it was something to do. when you signed the dotted line you hadn’t 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 you’ve been completely stripped this time, with your arms raised to either side of your head and fastened by soft rubber restraints. probably so you don’t 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.

“are these necessary?” you ask, somewhat hesitantly, tugging at the restraints.

he looks at you strangely, for a second, clearly expecting a little more resistance. “not entirely, but they’re encouraged. some subjects get a bit… jumpy, at this phase. we wouldn’t want you ruining the results, or we’d have to perform this one all over again.”

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 it’s digits.

“that’s new…” you mutter, catching the attention of the doctor.

“that, it is. your performance in the last few phases was so… controlled, we decided you’d be the safest option to test the new equipment out on. it’s supposed to reduce the risk of harm for us doctors, less chance of a subject causing retaliatory damage when there’s no person to retaliate against.” 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.

“now, this may feel foreign, and a little jarring, but it’s necessary work. please, for your sake, cooperate with us.” 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 can’t 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.

“nerve receptivity test, active” 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 doesn’t let go for a little second. you think the pressure is driving you insane.

“genital receptivity test, active” there’s 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 can’t help a strangled moan when it ghosts against your clit.

“audio is not being measured for this trial, by the way.” 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. that’s what it’s 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.

“hmm. shall we begin the second part of the test? see what more this new toy has to offer?” the doctors voice lilts teasingly , and all you can do is grunt out a ‘yes, please’ 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 ‘please’ 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 it’s apparent length, it begins to swell.

“wh- what?” 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.

“hmm, optimal results it seems. you took it to its full hilt and size.”

“h-huh?” you sputter, brainless with need.

“the test is over, subject 17.” 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.

“although, for your good behaviour today, I may be inclined to give you one last test before we’re done for tonight. if you ask nicely.”

you feel your lips quiver before you can stop them, a pathetic ‘please’ already on your tongue, and you realise you’re so used to all of this, you’re ready to beg for more at a moments notice.

but, god, you really do need more…