him throbbing inside of you as youāre on top and he presses his thumbs down on your tummy and coos when you whine that you need to pee :( says, āitās okay my precious girl,ā with a little laugh but doesnāt let you move
Tying you up, your hands restrained and your legs spread open and tied to the bed frame by your ankles. I work you up, making you wet by using my fingers to rub you, I degrade you calling you a stupid slut for getting so fucking wet so quickly. āYeah, you like that baby? Letās see how much you like this.ā You open your eyes to see your dildo in my hand.
I push it inside of you, laughing at you and mocking you for just how easily it slips into your desperate little hole. āFuck, that was easy.ā I say laughing at you, you try to cover your face from the embarrassment of being such a wet slut, but I speed up my pace and you canāt help but moan and make the most pathetic noises possible. āYou sound so fucking stupid baby. Iām going to give you something to really moan about.ā
I unbuckle my belt, pulling my cock out and filling your disgustingly wet pussy with my already throbbing cock. I start to just ruthlessly pound into your hole while my hand is wrapped around your throat, showing you what a real cock feels like inside of you, what a real cock feels like abusing your pathetic little pussy. I pound into you, forcing you to uncontrollably cum on my cock the faster I fuck you. You spend the entire night falling in and out of consciousness, waking up to only see bits and pieces of what I spend the night doing to your vulnerable little body.
I just want to take advantage of a pretty little girl with an oral fixation and completely use it against her. Laying your head down in my lap, I start out casually tracing your lips with my thumb, making sure that I start to slowly turn your brain off with just my fingers. I push my index and middle finger into your mouth and I gently start sliding them in between your lips, making sure that I stimulate your pathetic little brain.
I feel the sucking on my fingers start to slow down, knowing that youāre starting to fall asleep. I pull my spit covered fingers from your mouth, quickly replacing them with my already hard cock, and using my spitty fingers I lean over and push them into your pussy. I start rutting my cock into your unconscious mouth and using it like a wet fleshlight, using my other free hand to hold your head down, giving you no choice but to take my hard cock all the way down your little throat.
I love how your body just goes limp as my cock is drilling the back of your throat, as long as there is something in your mouth youāre just an obedient little slut. I use your throat as my toy, and just because youāve been such a good and obedient little girl for me, I reward you by slamming my cock balls deep down your throat and draining every last drop of my cum straight down your throat
okay the womb tattoo curse was funny for a couple seconds there but I would appreciate it if you could disband it before I start ovulating for real. you know it only takes like. thirty seconds for it to become permanent, right. permanent until whoever has the curse goes into an extreme heat and has to be rawed and bred for days. can you just uncast it already. please. how many seconds has it been I'm getting anixous please it's not funny anymore hey please please uncast it please oh my god no you're serious about this aren't you no no no no-
I don't care if it's "ruined", I wanna see you spread your legs, get yourself to the point of no return, then cum real hard without any hands or toys to block my view. Knees apart, thighs clenched as you grit your teeth. Push yourself right up to that tipping point, being so careful not to disappoint me. Maybe you're overcautious, pulling your hands away once or twice when you think you're about to cum but not quite there yet, just viciously edging yourself in the process. Panting as you hump the air and groan, sweat running down your skin, just shows me how hard you're working for me.
Whines turn to desperate whimpers, then to shameless moans, then to utterly pathetic begging on the verge of crying. You want to touch yourself for it so bad, but I want to see you clench and throb for nothing and cum all over yourself. Maybe dissatisfying for you but entertaining to me! Cum like this, unbearably undertouched, or not at all. Maybe if you do real good, I'll overstimulate you after you finish. That's fair, right? You wanted to be touched so bad, that'll be a nice treat. So keep going. I wanna hear you beg for more as you get closer and finish, then beg for me to stop once you're done and I start to give you exactly what you asked for.
I'm definitely a little obsessed with getting someone to cum while in a compromising or challenging position. Teasing and edging with plenty of denial, until they're almost certainly about to finish from the lightest touch, then figuring out how I want it to happen. I've been really thinking a lot about taking a puppy for a little walk at that moment where they're right on the cusp, and going, "Cum like this, while I'm leading you around on a leash like the pathetic, needy animal you are, or don't cum! :3"
Letting it be up to them as I pull them around on their hands and knees, and then not even slowing down once I hear the groaning and feel the tugging stumble on the leash, their body shuddering and struggling to stay upright and moving as the intense ruin rips through them. No, I didn't say you could stop walking when it happened š„° That's okay, puppy, you can pant and whine and cry, wishing you could enjoy it more as I put you through your paces. You'll get used to it eventually!
pretty femme pressing her heel to my cunt and making me hump it just so she mock how wet i am off doing something so desperate, and her mocking me more when that only gets me wetter,,, (ą¹ļ¹ą¹//)
It wasn't even that big of an argument. In the scheme of things. Quite minor. Maybe because it was so minor was why he was done with it so fast.
He gets a look that lets her know he's through talking, and it's a look that also means she knows what's coming next. She falters, hand raised mid-point, and whatever she's saying trails off. His hand moves to his flies, and pulls them down.
It can't be that easy. It can't. It shouldn't be.
But it is.
Even before he pulls his cock out she's clenched her thighs together and let out a little whine. Knowing what's coming doesn't help. Knowing she won't be able to do anything about it. Knowing she's been conditioned. It just makes it worse.
It's why she's already halfway onto her knees by the time his cock was out, and kneeling when he steps in front of her. He isn't all the way hard yet but hard enough that her head is swimming, eyes locked onto him.
He rests it on her face. She's panting.
She was wrong. Can barely remember what she was wrong about but she knows she was. Has to have been. Obvious. Dumb. Such a dumb girl. Should never have argued. So stupid. His cock is harder now, heavier. Panting is now mixed with whining. Needy noises.
He's smiling. He lifts his cock and taps her with it, right on the forehead. He calls her a dummy and she moans. This always happens. The first few times it had been more difficult. Not really difficult, just more difficult. Sheād at least needed telling to get onto her knees. Now he had her trained. Now she couldnāt help herself.
And she knew it.
The whines and pants are muffled when his cock fills her mouth. His hand helps her all the way down and her eyes roll back, thick string of drooling link her lips to the head of his cock when he pulls out and she gulps down air a moment or two before heās back. She looked ditzy on her eyes going cross-eyed at his cock - flushed and drooling, she looks pathetic. Thatās the point.
He taps her on the forehead again. Spit-slick cock makes a quiet little slapping sound.Ā
No resistance when he tips her gently backwards. Not a word as he pushes her legs apart, skirt riding up. Eyes are only half-open as he settles in, a hand holding one leg, the other pulling her soaked panties to the side and lining himself up. Thereās a deep and satisfied sigh as his cock parts her folds and slides inside, and her eyes close fully. Sheās smiling. She lost the argument, but she canāt remember there being one, so what did it matter?
He lets her rest there once heās finished. No sense trying to snap her out of it, sheās obviously gone for now, and will be for a while. Cum dribbles out and drips to the floor between her legs and she quivers when he gives her cunt a possessive little pat before pulling her underwear back into place again. No sense letting it leak out.
āI think I won,ā he whispers into her ear before kissing her on the head.
A part of him thinks she might have wanted him to, honestly...
Like, surprise me in the parking lot kind of rape. I always park far away because I need the walk and I donāt want to deal with people who pull out like jackasses (hehe), so it should be pretty easy. Iām putting my things in the backseat, tucking them into the foot space so they donāt move around. You come up quick and grab handfuls of my ass, using your larger body to hoist me all the way into the back.
Iād be so shocked, I wouldnāt know what was happening, and that would give you plenty of time to pin me down by the back of the neck, my cheek pressing hard to the seat. I can feel the hard outline of your cock against my ass before I even draw a breath to scream. With your free hand you punch me in the head. Not hard, you know how to pull back on your blow, but sharp. It hurts just enough to scare me into shutting up.
You lean in even as I feel your hand slip between us to your belt. There are no fumbling hands here, youāre quick and precise as you pull the strap free of its buckle, followed by a brisk zip. āYou scream and Iāll fucking put you in the hospital.ā I can feel your breath on the side of my face but I canāt see you.
Now your dick is free, thick, and hard, and hot against me. Your attentions turn to my clothing, swiftly yanking my dress up and underwear down to my thighs. I try to wriggle, push you off, but youāve got just enough of your weight on me so that I canāt budge up.
āStupid..cunt!ā Your sneer turns into a groan as you line up well enough to force your cock into me with one sharp thrust. I cry out but you donāt reprimand me, you moan and curse into my ear as you start fucking me against my will.
It burns, being stretched out and stuffed so forcefully, but only at first. I get wetter and wetter as you thrust into me again and again and again. I let out little grunts as you fill me, draw breath when you pull out. Your hips are so violent I can feel and hear the whole car rocking as Iām raped.
You still moan somewhere above me but donāt say anything else, even when my grunts become sharp cries as your fucking into my pussy becomes faster, harder. When you cum you shout out a curse against my temple and bury your cock so deep it forces a guh sound out of me.
You keep pumping your cum into me almost tenderly once your orgasm has passed, pushing it deep, clearly enjoying the last ebbs of the pleasure you took from my body. When you finally push off me and start tucking yourself away you tell me, āDonāt say a fucking word about this to anyone. Iām going to give you five minutes and then you better drive straight fucking home. Iām going to follow you in case you get any ideas.ā
I can hear your feet walking away and it takes me a moment to remember where I am. I push my dress back down hastily as I back up out of the car, fumbling to pull my underwear back up, cringing at the squishy sensation of my panties meeting the cum seeping out of my ravaged cunt. I close the door and walk around to get in my car. I see another man walking to his car with a shopping bag and a snarky grin on his face. Itās not you, but he knows, or thinks he knows, what Iāve been doing. I turn so red that I can actually hear him laugh as he closes his car door.
On the long drive home I keep checking my mirror for you. I donāt know if it was a bluff but Iām not taking chances. I go straight home only to find a cop car waiting on the curb in front. I panic. Did someone see and call it in? Did you follow me home? Are you watching now? Are you going to kill me?
The cop walks up and motions for me to roll down the window. Stammering I ask if anything is wrong.
āJust wanted to make sure you got home alright.ā You say, smiling brightly as the shock of hearing your voice registers on my face. You open the car door for me. āWhy donāt you show me inside maāam.ā
true kryptonian! clark kent's whole body feels unreal when you're underneath him. he towers over you, broad and heavy at well over six foot, with shoulders and a chest so wide they block out your view of the room when he leans over you. his frame is thick and dense with muscle, built from something far beyond human genetics.
his thighs are huge, hard and beefy, spreading you open with just the pressure of them bracketing your hips, and his hands- one can cover both your wrists... or your throat, or your hip without effort.
and his cock... it's massive. heavy, too. when he's hard for you (which is nearly instant, almost frightening in how quickly his body reacts to you, your scent, your touch), his length is nearly matches that of your forearm, thick the whole way down to a neat patch of hair at the base. he's wide enough that your hole has to fight to open around him.
true kryptonian! clark who's genital anatomy is not even similar to a human male's. he gets hard for you - his sweet human mate with that delicious, mouthwatering scent - concerningly fast. sometimes you get a little overwhelmed by how many times he needs to fill you.
when he pushes his cock into you, you go stiff at the sheer girth of him, enough to stretch you out obscenely. you're so tight around him and your walls grip down on him each time he pulls back. the crown of his cock is broad and flared; made to lock against you once he's inside, and his shaft isn't smooth. ridges run along the length, faintly glowing under the skin and pulse erratically.
the markings on his shaft vibrate when he gets worked up. they're placed perfectly to drag against your walls and stimulate you, and when you squeeze him the whole thing lights brighter. his body reacts to yours like it has a mind of it's own. he's meant to be inside your plush hole.
and then there are the spines, tiny catches along the underside, not sharp but textured, barbed just enough that once he thrusts in deep you feel them catch when he tries to pull out. soft little tugs that keeps him buried even when he's trying to be gentle. you realize quickly he's not built to pull out until he comes inside you enough to ensure it'll take. it's biology. his species is meant to create huge batches of offspring, and even if you can't get pregnant, his cock locks inside you to make the attempt anyway.
clark's body has been evolved to hold you open and stretched around him until he's satisfied. every time he shifts, those spines press and rake softly over your inner walls, forcing your body to clench tighter around him, milking him deeper. every push has that broad flared head stretching you wide, scraping perfectly, every ridge buzzing. you swear you can feel the vibrations move in patterns to hit the most sensitive spots in you. the markings that streak up his shaft glow brighter the wetter you get, and he watches how you're sucking him in with avid fascination, eyes hazy.
i feel like clark would love licking the cum out of his girlfriends pussy and cleaning her up
Awakened something in me (explicit 18+, preg mention, creampie, brief mama nickname)
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Clark didnāt know your hips could even move like that.
Quick. Hard. Up and down and up and down, taking half of him then teasing just the tip. Taking him out just to swallow him up and get his dick sucked right back in. Your pussy drools like itās raining, getting his lap covered in the indecent smear ā it felt so fucking good. Clark hadnāt stopped to even catch his breath while heās letting out all his stuttered moaning. Grabbing on your hips, palms lying flat on your lower back, not even needing to guide you while you move because you knew exactly what to do. Knew how to move that pussy in agonizing gyrates that pleased you both, getting him to yell and cry in the highest pitch his throat was capable of.
He felt like a goddamn mess. A fucking whore who couldnāt get enough of sleeping with you, feeling your slick on his dick, feel the rhythm of how you bounce. Reverse cowgirl had been a recent favorite position of yours, finding that this way he could rub and nudge places inside you that heād only merely grazed before. You were able to grind your clit up against his sack, finding heaven with every bounce. Clark is a broken record.
āY-Youāreā¦ youāre too good at this, youāre so good at taking my dick, itās amazing babyā¦ babyā¦ baby, baby babyāā
Heāll try yanking himself out, as much excruciating pain as it was to leave the warm heat of your body ā it was best to stay safe. Condoms werenāt a regular thing in your bedroom activities together after all. Clark thinks he would risk it all and call himself a dad if it meant he never had to feel the loss of pulling out.
This time, heās dazed and lost. Cross eyed with drool piling up on his tongue, barely able to even focus on swallowing his own spit while your pussy pounds him and clenches. He spouts some half assed cry and true to halt your beautiful hips ā a woahwoahwoah oh my god, baby Iām about to cum, Iām about to cum I canāt if itās still insideā
You just grin and keep a grueling slow slide, making his balls ache while you swirl your hips around. Taking all of him in to the hilt until youāre flesh to flesh with no room left. Nothing between you. No latex, not even an inch to separate. Clark feels like heās in love.
āD-Did you hear me babyā oh gosh I canāt!ā donāt squeeze like thatā¦ mmmm itās impossible when you do that,ā he pants. āoh my god, you donāt know what youāre doingā¦ā
āI think I know what Iām doing,ā you smile over your shoulder. Still wiggling and taking him halfway in, teasing, rolling around the tip before sinking back down to shred every sliver of self control Clark thought he had built up. It crumbles in a fucking instant of weakness, and Clark is helpless to every sensation. Done resisting it any longer. Heāll buy the fucking pregnancy test, the crib, the diapers, or the goddamn plan B later if he has to. Anything. Heāll do anything.
He gives you one final warning before the damage is done, desperately clawing, tapping, squeezing your hip to signal any way he can. When you donāt do anything but maintain the same speed and only clench harder he can only interpret that as your master plan to get him to fall apart, and he does.
Crying with real tears dripping from his eyes while his cum floods your pussy and makes a blasphemous puddle that dribbles out while you ride him through orgasm ā cooing encouragements and calling him baby while you ride him through all the waves. His balls are tightened to the fullest extent, emptying and spilling everything he has while he whines and scrambles to hold you and cradle you through his high.
āBaby itās going insideā¦ Iām cumming inside, pull me out if you need me toā oh, I canāt, I canāt thatās so good.ā
Clark thinks if he was being safe, wearing a condom like a responsible lover would, it would be filled up white and up to the hilt.
āShhh. Just keep cumming, baby, that feel good?ā
Clark whines and vigorously nods his head. āItās so good, treat me so nice. Canāt believe itās all inside right now.ā
You laugh at his fucked out desperation, still rolling your hips back and forth to fuck him through it. Feeling his girth still twitching and shuddering against your walls. Clark thinks heāll be thinking about this very moment for a long, long time. Knows heāll finish plenty of times with ropes of cum in his own hand when the memory gets played out in his head again, again, and again.
āYouāll kill me one of these days with these hips. Goshā¦ā
āPlanning on it,ā you snicker. Lifting yourself up off of him as slow as you could muster, letting him feel as every inch slides out. His dick flops out landing up against his stomach with a quiver, juices combined and slathered all over like a fucked up painting. Clark canāt seem to catch his breath still, finding it near impossible to catch up. Sweat is still caking his skin, the smell of sex permeating the air of the room while you plop yourself down in his lap, steadily leaking out his cum back onto him.
As the first drip of his thick load starts making its way out, rushing to cup your pussy with your palm to stop the flow from coming out and calling his name. Snapping your fingers to nab his attention faster for good measure, to which Clark rips himself out of his hazy slump and turns every speck of his attention towards you to comply.
With his hands still cupping your hips, thumbs drawing little circles, he murmurs his response, almost sounding drunk - āyeah, baby? Iām here, Iām here, whaddāyou need?ā
āEat your cum. Eat it from my pussy. Hurry or itās all gonna drip out,ā you breathe. Sticking your ass out to give him even easier access. Clark doesnāt need to be told anything twice, leaning in and moving your hand for you to replace it with his mouth, his tongue. It flattens and catches the creamy river that he almost wouldāve missed if he werenāt as quick as he was. It coats his tongue while you flex your muscles to squeeze the rest of it out, your gaping pussy making audible obscenities that Clark swore only happened in porn.
He eats so ferociously, flicking his tongue from back to front and catching your bud to slurp on while swallowing the heavy milk of his own load straight out from where heād released it. Thinks that this is the best thing heāll get to experience all day and heās already thinking about getting to do it again. Eat his cum after busting it all where it belongs. Itās intoxicating, tasting his own DNA from yours ā the way your pussy grinds back on his tongue to feel more, to feel him closer. Easily the most precious gift heās ever tasted.
āYeah. Good boy. Eat.ā
āOf course, mama.ā
āYou taste good, donāt you?ā
āAmazing. Especially while Iām coming out of you.ā
You gyrate your hips and close your eyes, clit pulsing on his tastebuds while his tongue keeps up those wiggles. Clark sighs into your pussy and pushes you forward until youāre lying down on your belly and he maneuvers himself until his face is back underneath you where it has to be. He places you on top of his face with ease while youāre still sprawled out and face planting the sheets.
āRide my tongue like you ride my dick baby, have to clean you up good but letās get a little messy again first.ā
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