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listen, i know my blog has some really hard kinks but i need to make this abundantly clear: everything needs to be consensual. consent is an absolute MUST. it’s not kink without consent. consent and safe words are mandatory if you want to partake in kink. if you partake in kink without consent, you are a dirtbag of a person and i hope you burn in hell.
The insistent press of the thick, long dildo against your hole burned and ached in the best way. You let out weak, breathy whines as Ghost forced the massive silicone cock into your pussy.
"You can take it, I know you can. You've taken bigger." Ghost grumbles, his thumb circling your clit to help you relax more. "C'mon, I wanna see your sloppy cunt gape!"
You whine, the toy finally sliding down to the base in your pussy. You're stretched obscenely wide, and you fucking love it.
You squeal and flinch when Ghost's hand suddenly comes down hard on your clit. Your pussy flutters around the dildo.
Your chest heaves as Ghost spanks your clit again.
"Fuckin' cry for me, whore." Ghost snarls, pinching your clit between two rough fingers. You jolt, tears springing to your eyes. "Fuck yes, there they are."
Ghost pinches and smacks your poor clit repeatedly. You've come from the spanks alone already. Of course, Ghost doesn't care much about that. He just wants to see your clit turn that perfect shade of red.
A gruff, tall, fat old man sees me at the hardware store. He decides he wants me. Before I can even react he’s grabbed me with a hand over my mouth, dragging me out of the store through the back door.
Back at his house, we are alone in the woods. He slings me over his shoulder and brings me into his shed. Quickly he ties me up and gags me with my panties. He affixes a pussy pump to me and pumps it as hard as he can, my flesh filling up the cup.
He whistles to himself as he slides me under a work table and then covers it with a huge tarp. After that I hear him walk away and lock the door.
——
I’ve lost track of time but it must be hours later when I hear the loud opening of the shed door.
My pussy feels completely numb at this point, and I feel light headed from all my blood collecting in one place. It hasn’t even been more than half a day and I was beginning to loose my mind a bit, feeling the true helpless of my situation. No one to talk to or to help me, no one even knows where I am and I’ve been attached to a scary contraption and then hidden away like some toy.
I hear him walk to the fridge in the shed, grab a can of beer and then crack it. I moan and try to plead through my gag.
“Oh, I forgot you were there. It’s time to have some fun!” He says, slurring his words a bit. I begin to hear how drunk his gait is as he stumbles over to the work table I’m stuck under. It shudders above me as he uses it to steady himself. He rips off the tarp and his bloodshot eyes go wide at the sight of me and my pussy in the pump.
He releases the pressure, and drools as he tries to remove the pump from my pussy. It’s so swollen that it’s stuck in the cup, he tugs roughly a couple times before it releases with a loud POP and the wet sounds of my arousal. He grabs me like a ragdoll and sits me on the table, turning on a bench lamp to get a good look at his work.
My pussy looks more like a fleshlight now, exaggerated puffy lips, pink, flushed skin and I’m so wet it’s gotten all over my thighs, leaving a sheen on my fat cunt.
He laughs to himself and smacks it, hard. The pumped flesh jiggles around as he continues to hit it back in forth. I feel humiliated and begin to whine at the pain.
He notices and smiles, before grabbing me suddenly and running out of the shed.
He brings me back into his filthy house, with trash and food everywhere. He plops on his couch and sets me in his lap, my back to his huge belly and my legs being held open by the rope tie.
He watches football with me on his lap like a dolly. His fat cock rubs against my ass, especially when he’s getting excited about a play. On commercial breaks he just plays with my fat lips, treating my most sensitive area like a stim toy,
Halfway through the game his team starts losing. Every bad play and he’s slapping my pussy with all his rage. The ref makes a bad call—SMACK. The quarterback makes a bad throw—SMACK. Their best player get tackled—SMACK. By the end of the final quarter tears flow down my face and my pussy is red hot and stinging. I can’t take anymore but even if he could hear me through the gag he wouldn’t care. The final play happens and they lose by two point. He yells, stands up and then goes hard on my pussy, smacking it back and forth with two hands as I try to struggle away. He wrestles me down to the floor and sticks his fat ugly dick between my hot folds. I’m helpless under his significant body weight as he aggressively fucks me. He cums in me with a loud grunt. I know he won’t be letting me go anytime soon.
Monster boyfriend who is obsessed with your boobs. He loves to make you jump so he can stare at them, mesmerized by the movement. Doesn't matter if you get tired, you have to keep jumping because you don't want to earn a punishment. Until you give up, so tired your legs don't support you. He picks you up and ties you up so he can play with your tits all night, torturing your nipples and marking you all over, not letting you cum until your boobs are so sensitive you scream every time he licks them.
i want you to fuck my asshole, make me cry and beg you to take it out as you force yourself further into it
i just want you to force yourself in the most painful way in me without any care about my wellbeing, when you’re done maybe fill me with your cum and piss then plug me for the rest of the night ♡
I’m so in need of an older woman right now.
Just me or?
i need an older woman to teach me adult things, take my virginity and abuse my innocence.
“honey, I’m old enough to be your mother.”
I knowww, so let me get on my knees and lick your pussy, mommy (ˆڡˆ)
When you start cumming and they start fucking you even harder and whispering “mm there you are baby just like that” and moaning “you look so good keep going for me” in your ear while pressing their hand on your vibrator to stop you from moving it away >>>>
no cis men & no minors
Stealing boyfriend!Grace's fox cardigan to wear around the house when he comes over, and pouting when he asks for it back. He's more amused than annoyed, tilting his head down to look at you over his glasses. "Don't you have your own sweaters lying around here somewhere?"
You cross your arms. "They don't smell like you."
"Baby, at this rate I'm not going to have any clothes left."
You sigh. "Fine," you say, letting the front of the sweater hang open to reveal that you are very much naked underneath. You plaster on a bored expression to hide your glee at the way his eyes nearly pop out of his head. "Guess I'll have to go put on something else," you call back to him as turn to walk away, letting the oversized sleeves slip off your shoulders.
"No, that's—you don't have to put on—" He scrambles to get up off the couch. "Wait—"
Anyways. You are very obviously not making it to the bedroom. Does he fuck you in the cardigan:
A) on the kitchen counter (your arms around his neck, his hand on your lower back to steady you as he thrusts into you relentlessly, trying to kiss but its so sloppy and open-mouthed and desperate that you're basically just moaning into each others' mouths. after he comes, he immediately drops to his knees to lick it out of you)
B) on the couch (you riding, him sucking on your nipples like his life depends on it, his fingers digging into your hips as you slowly grind against him. you find the perfect angle that lets the tip of his cock kiss your g-spot while also dragging his pubic bone against your clit, and when you clench around him he lets out a whimper that you feel all the way down to your toes)
C) on the floor (prone, one hand fisted in your hair as he presses your face into the carpet, his mouth hot on your ear whispering the filthiest things as he pounds into you. when you try to kiss him, he pulls back just out of reach, laughing when you whine, before pulling your hips up just enough to let him wrap an arm around to get at your clit as he fucks you deeper than you thought possible)
C
Option c!!
Please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please
Cock whore this, dirty slut that.
No sir. You don’t understand.
When I tell men I want to be treated like a whore I don’t mean cute leashes and crawling to you all sexy. Treat me like a runaway teen who ask if you want a fuck for twenty bucks outside a truck stop. Imagine that I’m so desperate I’ll let you do anything to me.
Bend me over in your back seat and don’t tell me you’re going to fuck me raw and pump your cum into me. Make me get naked. Make me spread my holes. Use me in ways you have only ever thought of, dreamed of, things you would be ashamed to do to your girlfriend or wife. Tell me they’d never let someone treat them like you’re about treat me, because they have self respect, because their lives have meaning.
Punch my tits, slap my face, kick my cunt, make me cry out in pain and then shut me up by fucking my face until I can’t breath. Make me crawl on the filthy floor as you piss on me, make me chase the stream and cut up my knees trying to catch it in my mouth and when I don’t get enough of it make me lick it off the floor while you rape my ass. Pull out only to run the length through my folds, against my clit, tell me I’m a sick bitch for having a wet pussy and then go back and forth between fucking both holes and tell me to oink like a pig or moo like a cow depending on which one you’re using. Slap the back of my head each time I get it mixed up. Make me suck you clean every time you dump a fresh load inside of me and then scoop up the drippings and rub it on my face.
Tell me constantly that I’m a worthless piece of shit, that I’m going to pay you for every load of hot cum you waste inside of me.
Make me suck on your balls while you rub your cock on my face and talk about how no one would notice if I never came back. Make me beg for my life while I bounce on your cock and tell me it depends on whether I can make you cum, then start counting and don’t tell me what you’re counting up to. Make love to my abused cunt with your hand around my throat and your lips to my ear as you moan over and over again, “I’m going to fucking kill you, I’m going to fucking kill you.”
Make me masturbate while dunking my head in the toilet and when I cum grudgingly admit that at the very least it’s funny to watch me being such a stupid fucking whore.
When you’re done with me spit on my body and leave me on the floor, exhausted and covered in fluids. Take a picture and text it to me with a heart before you leave. Let me know our first date was just ok and I’m going to have to try harder if I want you to keep fucking me.
…when I tell you I want men to use me, I mean this.
Definitely not the white wedding wife type, but oh so wanted to still the thirst my darkness has
imagining two people taking turns with me... the begining of the day, while the other one is out at work, one of them has their turn and tortures my sensitive areas. pinches and pulls my nipples all day, spanks my clit until it's red and sensitive using whatever they want. their hand, a ruler, a hairbrush. they make me cum so many times i can't count them anymore. fill me up with large dildos until they're satisfied with all full i am.
just for the other person to come home and do the same thing the rest of the night.
and then !! in the morning! they do it all over again! for as many days as they want!
and i'd love every moment of it and beg for more <3
Is it normal to want to be covered and filled with piss ? Mid throat fuck just stop thrusting and fill my throat with warm piss. Mid anal rape, stop and fill my ass with piss and then carry on raping me like nothing happened. Wake me up by pissing over my face. End a gang bang by being dragged into the bathroom and everyone uses me as a urinal.
Hey, sugar, spread your legs and pull your pussy lips apart.
No, I'm not going to fuck you, I'm going to piss on your clit. You're welcome.
i want to be sexually tortured
i want to be stripped naked and put into stocks in public with my pussy and ass spread wide open where anyone can see for days
i want my clit to be spanked, sucked, bitten, and pulled on until i can't take it anymore
i want to be bent over with my ass in the air while men line up and use my pussy as a fleshlight one by one until i'm dripping with cum
i want people to put their hands inside me without asking, fisting me and feeling the inside of my pussy no matter how hard i scream
Imagine being price's kid that he hardly seemed interested in raising, right? [CHECK THE TAGS]
He liked the idea of having a sweet little kid to keep in his wallet and show off to his work buddies, but he wasn't so fond of actually having you around. Since you could remember you've been fighting for your dad's attention, begging for a "good job, kid." or at least you used to.
That whole dream died when he couldn't be arsed to show up after you landed in the hospital. You spent the last days in that house hardly speaking to your father, then moved out the second you could. You celebrate your 25th birthday alone, finding it difficult to make friends, but it's still more comfortable than any birthday in that house was.
And now you're here.
In a shitty bar, trying to feel anything close to something. It probably says something about you that all of your partners so far come from the kind of bars full of veterans and men old enough to be your dad.
Which, ironically, hadn't meant you expected to see him tonight.
Your dad, captain john price.
...you don't know what compels you to slide up next to him, but whatever plan you had is instantly destroyed when he rests a hand on your hip, mutters a deep "hey there, lovie. Wots a soft thing like you doing here?"
Holy shit.
...your own dad doesn't recognize you. He's looking at you without a hint of recognition, eyeing you up like he's assessing if you're worth the effort of flirting with.
You shouldn't. You really shouldn't. That's your dad, your literal fucking dad.
....john still has the same bedsheets he had when you moved out. His body bowed over yours, panting and groaning as he ruts into you. Fuck, it feels good. It feels wrong and horrible but this is the most your dad has looked at you in years.
"So good for me, love. Fuck– mgh– doing good–" you've never heard your dad say that before, and in your mind you store that memory and scrub the context around it clean.
Some sick part of you loves this, loves the attention and the praise and the usefulness. You can pretend he loves you when he kisses your lips and bites bruises into your neck.
You almost wish he wasn't wearing a condom when he groans, hips stuttering. Now this is what you've been waiting for.
You arch your back, clench down on him in a way that doesn't need to be faked, and moan out "fuck! Yes, dad! Dad!!"
For a moment price just grinds into it, believes it's some little fantasy for you. You can feel the exact moment it clicks, price pulling back to stare at your face.
The disgust at realizing what he did, the horror when he realizes how much he enjoyed it.
Let him try to ignore you now, you're not letting go.
John “Just a taste” Price has you sitting on his face, burying himself between your thighs for the hundredth time tonight. Hands tied up to the bedframe after you tried to push his forehead away and escape this incubus den which he calls a bed.
Technically, that's on you.
But John grins at the touch of your trembling muscles, and sucks the delicate skin on your inner thigh, “Sorry, dovie. A few more, I promise.”
You whimper pitifully as a response. Then a high-pitched scream, bucking your hips up when he takes the clit between his lips. Again.
Brain turning into mush, the last thoughts remain: Not a few more licks, but a few more hours of this torment, you assume.
