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Sydney has to admit that she's not sure how the newest skincare trend has become softer cunts but after listening to five hours straight of her coworker talk about it, she's willing to try the magic cream her coworker swears by just to never have to listen to her talk about it again.

She doesn't even have anyone to reap the benefits of this absurdity, but she figures she'll try it once, decide it's stupid, and never try it again.

So she takes the container when her coworker offers it, mostly out of self-preservation and a little bit out of pure curiosity.

It's supposed to go on before bed, so after she goes through her nightly routine, she stands awkwardly in front of her bathroom mirror, spreads her legs, and smears a bit of the cream between her legs, pushing some of it into her cunt like her coworker instructed.

And then she washes her hands and goes to bed.

Ten minutes later, she's the most turned on she's ever been in her life. Her clit is swollen and throbbing, her cunt is leaking, and it's all she can do to rub furiously in the desperate hope any relief at all.

When relief comes, it's in the form of sleep, not an orgasm, and she wakes up more than once through the night with her hips desperately rocking against the mattress. She shoves a pillow between her legs but that doesn't help, only gives her something new to fruitlessly hump.

By the time morning comes she's made a mess of the pillow and of her bed, and the need doesn't seem to who any sign of letting up, not even when she starts fucking her cunt with a dildo with one hand and holds a vibrator to her clit with the other.

Finally, desperate, late to work and unable to do anything but try helplessly, uselessly to cum, she squeezes her vibrator between her legs, keeps fucking herself with her dildo, and calls her coworker.

"Having a good morning?" her coworker asks cheerfully, and laughs when all Sydney can do is whimper. "I can hear that you used the cream I gave you."

"How do I make myself cum?" Sydney gasps out.

"You, make yourself cum?" her coworker says. "Oh, no, that's not possible, not with what's all nice and soaked into your bloodstream by this point. No, only I have the second part, which can let your body orgasm. I'll bring it over after work, okay? Doesn't that sound nice?"

Eight hours later, Sydney lets her coworker in with a dildo shoved up her cunt, too desperate to let it be empty for even a moment. And her coworker does help her cum, twice, orgasms rung out of her exhausted body that leave her limp and sprawled out on her bed.

Then her coworker takes a nice dollop of cream and rubs it all over Sydney's clit and her nipples and even her lips, then takes care to fuck it all the way up into Sydney's cunt. And then, with a smile, she leaves.

rthornewrites

Usually when Shelley is assigned to wait on a party in the private back room, it's for men--a business meeting, usually. Sometimes a family event for a wealthier family. WASP-y grandmother's 80th birthday party. That sort of thing.

At $1,000 to book the space, it's pretty exclusive.

Now, though, it's just two women who look like they're somewhere between 30 and 40. They're dressed nice, sure, but if it's luxury it's the understated type. No gaudy logos in sight.

Shelley's job is mostly to stand in the corner until they need her or until something they ordered is ready, so after introducing herself, she takes her position and prepares to wait.

It can be a little bit hypnotic, standing there, hyper-aware of the possibility of one of them calling her over with one part of her mind while the other part wanders out of sheer self-preservation so she doesn't die of boredom.

But she's ready as soon as they call her over, gliding over in her heels with a bright smile to ask what she can do for them.

"You can have a wet cunt," one of them says.

Shelley's smile freezes in place, but at the same time she can feel herself already start to get wet, soaking down into her panties. "I--"

"Thank you, Shelley," they say. "You can go back to what you were doing."

Shelley goes back to what she was doing, which is standing in the corner, except now all she can think about is how wet her cunt is. She doesn't even usually think of it using that word, but now it's the only word she can think of for her--for her cunt.

When they call her over again, and she asks again with that same bright smile what she can do for them, it's for the same one to say, "Your nipples can be hard and sensitive and aching."

And they are.

The next time, it's for the woman to say, "Your clit can be swollen and needy."

And it is.

It's harder now to stand still and wait when all she can think about is how wet her cunt is and how hard her nipples are and how needy her clit is, and it's almost a relief when they call her over again.

This time, the other woman says, "You're being so good, standing still in that corner when I'm sure all you want to do is alleviate some of that need that you have."

"Thank you, ma'am," Shelley mumbles.

When the woman smiles at her, it's like the room lights up. She says, "But we don't want to be unfair to you, of course. So why don't you pull down your panties and play with yourself while you're standing there. Feel free to cum as many times as you'd like, okay?"

"Thank you, ma'am," Shelley says again, and goes back to the corner and pulls down her panties and starts rubbing her needy clit until she cums.

And it's still needy so she keeps rubbing.

Finally, at the end of the night, they call her over one final time, and she staggers over with wobbly legs from cumming and cumming and cumming, and when she asks what she can do for them, the first one says, "You can forget all about what happened in here when you leave the room. You won't remember why you're so wet or why your nipples are so hard or why your clit is throbbing like that."

"Yes, ma'am," Shelley says, and does.

nonbinarycnc

normalize me reducing you to your tits.

normalize me pinching your tits through your shirt, mid sentence, and making fun of you when you lose you train of thought.

normalize me tugging your stupid shirt down under your tits in public and you walking around with them out because you’re not allowed to cover them up.

normalize me referring to you by your tits, looking at your tits when i address you, and leading you around by pinching a nipple and pulling you along.

normalize me introducing you to my friends and instead of a handshake, they formalize the introduction by groping your tits and complimenting me for finding such a docile slut.

rthornewrites

When Amberleigh's husband dies before he can knock her up and fulfill her tradwife dreams, Maris moves in to help.

And help she does.

First, she makes Amberleigh's cunt leaky and needy and always ready to be filled. Generously, she helps fill it too, strapping on a cock and letting Amberleigh warm it for as long as she needs whenever walking around soaking through her panties while her cunt clenches emptily around nothing gets to be too much.

Next, she swells Amberleigh's clit, making it puffy and sensitive enough that some days Amberleigh cums just by squirming a little too much in her sleep and rubbing it against her sheets.

She makes Amberleigh's breasts swell with milk, just so they can be the dripping mess Amberleigh always dreamed of.

She makes Amberleigh's lips sensitive too, tying them right down to her cunt so sucking Maris's strap feels like being fucked.

She lets Amberleigh cook and clean and keep house to her heart's content, and Amberleigh hardly even needs to think about her deceased husband when she's so distracted by her new and improved body.

kxsalt

cw non-consent

Therapist. Licking the tip of his finger, the man flips through his notes. The girl sits silently on the couch. Her misty eyes stare at the clock on the wall.

“Are you ready to begin?”

She doesn’t reply. Her therapist taps his pen on the paper. Two clicks of the pen, and he scratches out a few notes. She shudders slightly.

“Let’s get started. From the top, let’s go over what happened that night.” Her eyes drift down to the floor. “…again?” She swallows her words. “Trust the process.”

“Uhm… I went out dancing…” The girl’s unfocused expression is blank and docile. Her therapist adjusts his glasses and watches her carefully. “And what were you wearing?” She picks at her nails, avoiding the question. “…the clothes I showed you…” He nods. “Did you wear them today, like I suggested last time?”

Visibly nervous, the girl holds onto the fabric on the hem of her shirt. “…yes… under here…” The man smiles. “That’s good. You’ve come a long way from our first session. I remember you didn’t even want to look at those clothes.” He clicks his pen twice. “Let’s see them.”

Shallow breaths. She wants him to fix her. Lifting up the shirt, she reveals a thin lace top. He takes more notes. Her sweatpants slide down. A tiny frilly skirt barely hides her blue-and-white striped panties. Long socks match her underwear. Her therapist examines her. “Why do you think you chose to wear that outfit that night?”

Embarrassed, the girl tries to hide her body behind her frail arms. “It was a rave… lots of girls dress like this…” He doesn’t respond, letting the silence invite her insight. “…I guess I wanted attention…” The man writes on his pad. “Well, you certainly got it. Tell me more about what happened.”

“Was a little drunk… lost my friends… dancing on the floor… some guy started touching me…” Her small voice fades off. “Mmhm. Touching you where?” She’s getting more nervous. He adjusts his glasses and watches her breathe. “He was groping my tits.”

The man clicks his pen twice. She shudders. His hand reaches out and cups her breast. “Did he grab you like this?” The girl whimpers, her tiny bralet lets her feel each one of his fingers searching her. “No… was rougher…” Her therapist pushes his hand under the lace, squeezing and gripping her tits. “Like this?”

She nods. “…pinching my nipples and stuff…” He recreates it for her. “Dressed up like that, it’s no wonder some guy wanted to put his hands on you…” The man can feel her rapid heartbeat in her chest. “So what happened next?”

“…uhm… told him to stop…” He squeezes harder. His other hand lifts up her skirt. “Why did you do that? You’re letting him see your panties, don’t you think that’s a bit of a mixed signal?” The girl blushes a deep red. “…I dunno… I tried to get away… he followed me to some old hallway at the back of the club.”

“Going somewhere a little more private? Sounds like you were trying to get fucked.” Her body twitches in his hands. He clicks his pen again. She lets out a short gasp. “No… was just trying to have fun… told him to leave me alone… he grabbed my neck.” The man lifts his hand up from her tits, holding her by her throat. A firm squeeze makes her face turn pink.

“Did he choke you? Like this?” She can barely breathe. The girl nods, her eyes close. “What happened next?” She shakes her head. “Tell me what happened. It’s important for your therapy.” He chokes her harder. “I won’t let go until you do.” Her head spins. “…kissed me…”

Her therapist drags her in closer, pulling the girl onto his lap. His lips press into hers. His tongue fucks her mouth. She squirms and tries to push him away. He releases the choke, holding the back of her neck to keep kissing her. The girl slowly stops fighting.

“You’re doing good. Let’s keep going. What did you let him do next?”

Drool runs down her chin. Her distant expression is almost lifeless. “Dragged me into the janitor’s closet… shoved me into the corner…” He nods and kisses her cheek. “Okay, we’ll go through that now.”

His powerful hands grip her by the waist. She stumbles as he drags her across the room. He pushes her to the floor in the corner of the room. “I’m sure you were fighting more than that. Don’t leave out any details.” The girl’s eyes start to water. Her terrified breaths are short and raspy. The pen sits on the table by the couch. “Come on, tell me.”

“I was crying, begging him to not do it… I sucked his dick… thought it would keep him from – “ The therapist cuts her off. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” He strokes her hair. “It’s okay to cry here. Let it out.” She sobs. “I didn’t want it.” The man unbuckles his belt. She’s back in that closet in the nightclub. Tears run down her face.

The girl is still sobbing as she wraps her lips around his cock. Her head bobs quickly. The therapist grips the back of her head, fucking into her throat. He lets out a satisfied groan as her tears and spit mix, drooling down her slutty outfit. “So, you thought if you made him cum, he wouldn’t fuck you?” He doesn’t look down, but he can feel her nod.

“Try harder, then.”

Stroking his shaft, she sucks off her therapist. The girl does everything she can. Forcing it as deep as it can go, rubbing his balls, running her tongue along the bottom of his shaft. Her facefucking gets more desparate. She knows she’s running out of time.

“Did he cum in your throat?” The man growls. She shakes her head no. He smiles and pushes his glasses up his nose. “Guess he needed more, huh? Keep telling me the story.” The girl gasps for air. “Please, no… just let me suck your cock… please… not that part…” Her therapist lays his dick across her face. “You’re almost there, keep going.”

He uses her tears as lube as he rubs himself across her cheeks. “He pulled my panties down… forced my legs open… he… he…” The man kneels down and follows the script. A sharp tug pulls her cute panties off her legs. “You’re more wet than last time. That’s good. You’ve made a lot of progress.” Her toes point into the air. He buries his cock in her pussy.

She lets out a quiet scream. The girl’s body starts to fight him. He pins her wrists to the floor and ruts into her. “He held you like this, right?” Even as she struggles, she nods. “Was his cock my size?” A pathetic whine. “No, you’re a lot bigger…”

The therapist pounds into his patient. “I’m…” The girl twitches underneath him. “I’m…” Deep hard strokes. “No…” She whimpers. The patient cums on her therapist’s cock. Her head spins as he breaks her. “Did you cum?” The man asks, inches from her face. “Yes…” He keeps going. “I meant the night that it happened.” She looks up at him, filled with shame. “Yes…”

“You’ve done so well. We’re almost all the way through. He came in your cunt, didn’t he?”

The girl’s eyes light up with fear. “No no no… not that part… please, no, stop…” Her warm wet pussy tightens involuntarily around his cock. “That’s what happened, isn’t it? It’s okay to let go.” She tries to fight again. Her fingers claw at his chest before he pins them to the floor again. “Please, no, stop. I want to stop. I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“Is that what you told him?” He thrusts faster into her slippery hole. “Don’t cum inside of me. Don’t don’t don’t don’t…” She bursts into tears again. “Did he cum in you?” The therapist’s soothing voice makes her shudder. “Yes, but I can’t go through that part… I can’t…” He kisses her, stroking her head like a terrified animal.

The man gasps and lets out a long exhale. She feels his cum flood into her. The catatonic girl stares down at her used pussy as he slowly slides out. The sticky damp of her therapist’s cum pours down her ass. She can see him talking, but all she can hear is pounding in her ears.

He relaxes on the couch. The girl’s tongue cleans his cock. “Did you do this for him?” The man slowly rubs her back. “…nu-uh…” She nuzzles into his bulge. “You’ve come so far. You almost made it all the way through the story before you tried to stop the therapy.”

“I think you’re close to a breakthrough. I’d like to bump you up to two sessions a week for the next little while.” The girl feels his half hard cock twitch in her mouth. He clicks his pen twice. She nods as his hands grope her tits.

boredtalkingkat

oral training

i have new rules for the new year because in have more goals as well. the main one being to do oral training more consistently, both normal blowjobs and deepthroating. Sir and i have come up with 2 main rules for me to follow: i am to do oral training 2x a week for at least 5 min each and to do 5min of oral training before i am allowed to give any stimulation to my clit.

so far ive been enjoying these rules. ive also come up with my own rule that is just for fun: when i start training, i am to take note of the time and then start. not allowed to set alarms or keep glancing at the clock, just focusing on sucking the cock. then when i think i have done enough training or surpassed the 5min, i can check the clock. i usually overshoot by a lot and end up doing way more than 5min, but if i ever look at the clock before 5min have passed, i will start over and do 6min from the beginning.

i have gotten way better at sucking and throating, but ive also gradually have been getting more enjoyment out of my training. makes me so very wet and i cant help but smile when i make a mess with my own spit.

it is interesting how much denial can do to your kinks. i used to not like the idea of having anything in my mouth at all, but now im having the time of my life sucking a cock for 10min just because i wanted to.

cfslaw

Just stay quiet and let men use your body. Everyday, everytime. You're born for it. Your tits are made for it.

stalker-daddy

You’re just so perfect I want to show you off. I want to make you dress all cute and slutty and take you out in public, no bra or panties, a pretty little skirt and crop top that shows off your belly and shows off your perfect tits, having you walk around the store with hard nipples and watching as everyone is looking at you, thinking of the nasty things they’d do to you. Making you bend down to a lower shelf and give them all a look at your pretty ass, and they get a glimpse of your little pussy under your skirt. Forcing you to flash people your tits, forcing you to suck my cock in front of everyone to see. Depending on how good of a girl you are for me I may let some strangers grope my perfect little girl, maybe even let you be the whore you are and invite them back with you. You are a slut, I’m going to encourage you to be one for the rest of your life

privateprivateprivate

obedienceschool3

Look at you now. So obedient and needy. I had to force that toy into you, and fuck you with it until you went blank. Now you’re doing it all on your own. You got addicted to the feeling of being blank. Now you’ll do anything for it.