Imagine we were on the same crowded train, I have you pushed against the glass door groping you, forcing my hand up your skirt, pressing my cock into your tiny little skirt, your hear my sick quiet moans, as you stay super still thinking this can't be happening frozen in shock being molested in public like this, slowly pushing harder into you, your body starts to betray you as I glide my cock under your skirt " shh if you make any noise people will hear you and know what a dirty slut you are" I whisper into your ear while I circle my cock around your ripe delicate little cunt, rubbing my cock up and down your exposed wet little slit, feeling me penetrate you as you fall forward slightly, you need to stay quiet people squished up all around you, you shake and vibrate as I slowly slide in and out of you, just some muffled moans while you bite down hard on your lip as I thrust hard keeping you pinned up against the glass, fonlding your tits while my cock expands pulses and then explodes in you, keeping it plugged in you for a few seconds before I pull out leaving a trail of cum leaking out of you" well this is my stop, thank you" as I leave the train and you never see me again
tw somnophilia, noncon turning consensual, free use
You just bought your own house—yes, in this economy. A little hut in the woods, still somewhat close to the city. There's one problem, though. See, the very spot where you have decided your bed should be has been a transfer point into the Other Dimension for centuries now. You should've known when the newly installed flooring turned charcoal black. Sometimes at night, you can even see them. Darkness oozing out from under your bed, hiding in the darkest corners of the room. All this wouldn’t be a problem—if only they hadn’t started becoming bolder.
One time, you woke up at night from a particularly spicy dream, only to realize it wasn’t really a dream, but a shadow creature rubbing its huge cock against your naked pussy, darkness dripping down its length. You didn’t remember going to bed naked. Another time, you woke up with a long tongue down your ass, its owner insisting on making you come before it went back through the portal. There's no use fighting them. They are here to stay, and so are you. Time to make some friends.
So, that night, you go to bed naked. You spend some time masturbating, opening and lubing up every hole. You're kind of excited, can't find proper sleep. But the creatures don't make you wait long. The first one appears at the foot of your bed. You’d love to turn on the light, see what they really look like, but that might scare them away. So, you content yourself with schemes, a towering creature made of a darkness so black, it makes you shiver when you stare into it too long. Huge claws run up your naked body. The creature settles inside you with a satisfied noise. It starts fucking you slowly, gently. You writhe and moan underneath it, loving how it fills you out completely. Its pace quickens, you hear and feel the impact of its hips, unable to make anything out.
In fact, your room has turned darker. Confused, you look around. You always leave your blinds cracked a little, to let some moonlight in. But now—darkness. Enwrapping you completely. You look up. At first, you think the creature has grown. But then, you feel them. More claws, grasping at your limps, pulling you toward them. You sense a cock in your hand and start jerking it. Hums and whispers come from all around. A whole pack of them. Before you know it, your legs are lifted. Ass up in the air, another creature claims your other hole. Less considerate than the first, it starts fucking you deep right away. You let out a shout of surprise as dozen of claws reach for your legs and hold them in place.
Tongues on your breasts, teasing your nipples, another one on your clit, driving you to the brink of an orgasm. You are completely engulfed. Closing and opening your eyes doesn't make a difference anymore. The pack ravages you all night, fills you with their seed, brings you to planes of ecstasy you haven't been before. The next morning, they are gone. No claw marks, no stains on your crisp-white sheets prove that they have ever been here. Curious, you lean over the edge of the bed. The floor underneath is still as black as night. You fall into your pillows, a smile on your face. They’ll be back, you are sure of that.
A villager watches a monster be imprisoned and becomes quickly obsessed with getting close to it. Contains monsterfucking, cnc elements, primal, narrator has a pussy, it/its is used for the monster.
This isn't that great but I hope you enjoy anyway.
It was a stupid idea, in retrospect; taunting such a huge, hulking beast. I didn't so much have a reason as I was overcome with curiosity and, eventually, lust.
When the villagers brought the beast back, captured, muzzled, chained... I could've sworn it looked at me with intelligent eyes, nearly human eyes. There was some spark of recognition in me looking at it, that I couldn't identify. I was up all night obsessively thinking on it. Those eyes... piercing yellow and haunting and yet somehow familiar.
I had to know. I had to see it.
So I spent all the next day studying the guard rotations, looking for any gap in which I might sneak past into the cellar where it was chained, or some way I might contrive an excuse or mishap that allowed me inside. It was almost frightfully simple, telling the anxious night guard that he was to switch shifts with another - he was all to eager to vacate his post. I vanished inside and pulled down my cloak, eating quietly down the steps to its prison.
It came into view almost in slow motion - massive, visibly moving with every breath it took, looking almost serene across the stone room. Still except for its breathing.
Looking right at me.
I couldn't risk a light, my only choice was to move closer to it. Details gradually became clearer: dusky fur, strong limbs, and those captivating eyes. I was no closer to understanding where the familiarity I felt came from, but I was close enough to it now to smell it.
Warm. Metallic. Musk. Oddly intoxicating. I was enraptured, enthralled by this monster's scent. I felt suddenly warm and feverish, a pressure hit my lower belly, my eyes widened as I identified the feeling, silently aghast at my body's reaction to this creature. This beast.
So, in reality, I'm not sure when exactly I removed my cloak to lay back on it, or when I hiked up my long skirt to expose my traitorous cunt, or when precisely I began to rub slow and heavy circles around my clit. There was no time passing, only this beast's eyes on me as I did, only the huff of it's breath and the quiet clatter of its chains as it shifted towards me, inch by inch, until they were taut.
Somewhere I must've known to stay quiet, but I couldn't stop a few weak moans from passing my lips as I touched myself for this massive monster, just past its reach. My breathing grew heavier and heavier, labored, nearly panting. Something about this, this depraved act in front of this monster known for its ferocity... pacified by mere chains.
Stupid, really.
I heard it first - the loud clang of metal, the crumbling of stone, the thunderous growl. Then I saw it - the yellow of its eyes right before me, slitted and angry. Then I smelled it, stronger, the musk and iron and heat. I felt it. By the gods, I felt it - impossibly thick, hot, hard against my overheated core. I felt it roughly prodding there.
I felt it push past and into me, rough and careless and feral. Its maw open and panting hot breath at my neck, sharp teeth glinting even in the darkness. I must've screamed, but I don't remember doing it - only the white-hot bliss and agony of its cock ramming full force into my vulnerable but eager hole.
This must've been it, must've been what I wanted when I stared at the beast as it was imprisoned. The recognition I felt was desire. Desire for its huge cock wrecking my cunt, its teeth so hauntingly close to my neck, and my legs wrapping around its hips without my input. I suppose I heard the yelling outside, but it didn't matter to me - only this beast, only its cock, mattered now. Only how it was molding my pussy to fit its size, only how its tongue was pushing into my mouth now, only the pressure of its cockhead against my cervix, threatening to pierce the deepest part of me.
When it did, when finally it buried itself in my womb, my body's natural reaction to the invasion was to squeeze tight, and the beast howled and so did I. It forced the rest of its massive length inside me, and it came. I felt each hot, thick spurt swell my womb beyond its limit, marking me as its territory. As its bitch. My body would never return to normal, would always be shaped for this delicious, monstrous cock. I craved it now. No thoughts were spared for my old life as the beast bounded past the crowd who finally made it inside the prison, one great limb holding me against its musky belly, still impaled on the cock that now owned me.
I never needed to think again, only bare my cunt and breed when my beast needed it.
imagine you're trying to wash dishes when you feel something touching your cunt. startled, you spin around to find no one there, but the touching persists. now that something, fingers it seems, are slowly pumping in and out of you.
a whine escapes your mouth. you're leaning against the sink, legs spread wide, as if to give the fingers better access. some fingers start rubbing your clit. then the fingers in your cunt are gone, much to your disappointment. those fingers are now spreading your pussy lips. what for?
something new is rubbing against your cunt. something thicker and harder. you inhale in anticipation. slowly, too slowly, the cock enters you, stretching you around it. you moan as it slowly fills you up, bottoming out in you. it pauses for a brief moment before pumping in and out fast. you struggle to stay standing as it keeps fucking you at this relentless pace.
between this and the fingers on your clit, you could feel an orgasm building up. more and more you felt yourself get closer to orgasm. there was nothing you could do to stop it, you could could clamp your legs closed but the fucking wouldn't stop.
your head snaps back and you loudly moan as you cum, clit and pussy pulsing in pleasure. the cock keeps fucking you through your orgasm. it pauses balls deep in you for a few moments then rams you once, twice, three times. then it and the phantom fingers are gone.
shakily, you stand up right, taking your pants off to inspect yourself. a white creamy fluid is pooling in your underwear.
you see your phone light up out of the corner of your eye. it's a message from a long distance friend of yours. it's a video of them with a fleshlight that strangely looks a lot like your pussy. a text reads "god, you felt good 🤤"
Imagine you just moved into a new house. The AC is busted which sucks when it's hot as fuck out but hey who are you to complain when it was so suspiciously cheap?
Because of aforementioned heat, the only way you can comfortably fall asleep is naked. As you lay down for bed that night, you get an odd feeling. Too exhausted from the big move, you chalk it up to the anxiety of sleeping in a new home and go to sleep.
You're having a wonderful dream about your favorite fantasy when suddenly you're awoken by the most intense orgasm you've ever experienced. You have no time to acclimate to what's going on- you're immediately made aware of how your body is being violently bounced- no, fucked against the headboard of your bed.
Your legs are being held up by god knows what- something you try to discern when your gaze snaps to between your legs only to see nothing there except your embarrassingly wet cunt. The mirror at the foot of the bed, which you never got around to moving, confirms what you're trying to wrap your mind around in a mix of both fear and arousal: you're being fucked by something invisible.
A few more thrusts of the massive force inside of you has you crying out, the pleasure overwhelming- but your moans are cut short by another invisible presence forcing itself into your open mouth.
Drool and tears stream down your face as you gag and get pounded between two beings you can't see. You're quickly brought to the edge of another orgasm when suddenly both invisible masses rip free of you, leaving you coughing and gaped.
You're about to whine until you're manhandled into a new position. Your ghostly assailants waste no time, stuffing you full once more- except this time there's a third in your ass now, too. Your new otherworldly friends use you over and over all night, until you reach an orgasm so good that you pass out.
When you wake up in the morning, there's no evidence that the events of last night were anything more than the most erotic dream you've ever dreamt- though it is quite embarrassing to have squirted in your sleep..
Later that day, you're just out and about running a few necessary errands when you feel something prodding at your clothed cunt. You freeze, looking around only to find you're seated in the back of the bus alone. You brush it off as just your body being weird and readjust how you're sitting.
A few minutes go by, and the prodding is back- albeit more insistent. You're just about to get up and check under you to see if you're sitting on anything when you feel something slam into your defenseless cunt.
Involuntarily, you let out a moan. Your gratitude for the bus being empty doesnt last long, however- as it reaches the next stop and a dozen or so people flood in. All the while, your ghost is still fucking up into you with the force of a freight train.
It's a Herculean task to pretend as if your pussy isn't being ruthlessly pounded into oblivion. You're biting your lip so hard you've made it bleed- and you're gripping the seat besides you so tightly that your knuckles have turned white.
At one point, you try pressing all your weight down in order to stop yourself from bouncing on the massive cock inside of you, but the phantom grip on your hips just tightens and begins using you as a fleshlight.
The ghosts don't care if you're embarrassed, or overstimulated. They're going to fuck you wherever they want, whenever they want, for as long as it takes to satisfy them. You'll accept the job of being their free use slut, eventually. You know you love it.
NSFW: tentacle smut, anal, vaginal, squirting, public, exhibitionism, getting caught (non-con to the viewer?) yep that's it
There's pt. 2 and pt. 3
NO MINORS 18+ ONLY
Thinking about a pet tentacle that stays in your panties all day. Nobody can see it under your skirt. The fatter end plugs your butt. Its length is textured by suckers on one side, in the same shiny blue as the skin. It runs up and down your slit, letting the slick suckers wake your pussy up, sliding through the sticky mess dripping out of you. The tip softly suctions to your sensitive clit, making your thighs squeeze shut on the bumpy bus ride to work.
Once you sit at your desk, lost on a floor of cubicles, the tentacle begins to double over itself to push into your cunt. You try to stay focused on the spreadsheet in front of you, but your slick and the lubrication oozing from the tentacle is beginning to soak through your underwear. The disgusting squish of the appendage writhing inside of you can be heard coming from between your legs.
It stretches you open so good and you hump the chair for more stimulation. You can feel the end buried in your ass begin to throb, signaling that it's close to release. Your heavy breathing starts turning into soft whines and moans that you can't seem to keep down.
The swollen tentacle fucks you harder, frantically pushing into your pussy as far as it can until you're completely full. Your muscles clench and spasm around it as the suckers brush all the best spots inside of you. In a haze, you stumble to the bathroom, rushing into the back stall before you cum all over your cubicle.
You grip the handicap bar as the head of the tentacle pops off your clit to shove inside of you too.
You hold onto the bar firmly, bent over to press your chest to the wall. One hand flips up your skirt and shoves your panties down your thighs. A shiver runs through you as the cool air hits your exposed cunt, all sloppy and wet from being stimulated all day. With more room to move, the greedy tentacle fucks you faster, sucking itself into your pussy as you could feel the entire muscle pulse.
Your middle finger gently teases your clit, circling around and around the little nub until you’re so close to cumming, practically spilling over the edge when you hear the door creak.
“Oh, no n- shit.” You never locked the stall, and you watch in horror as your co-worker slams the stall door open.
“Hey, are you feeling oka…” She trails off. Eyes widening but never leaving your cunt, all puffy and fucked out. Her jaw slackens and you give up on trying to speak as the tentacle begins to ejaculate. Milky-blue cum floods into you and overflows to trickle down your pretty thighs.
Your co-worker won't make eye-contact with you, but through her shy demeanor, you see the lust dusting her cheeks with red as she watches you. Your sensitive cunny twitches around the fat tentacle as you squirt everywhere.
You've made a mess of the bathroom, your legs are almost too weak to support you, and your co-worker still hasn't spoken.
Finally, in a shaky voice she says, “where do I get one of those?”
A/N- I kinda want a pt 2 where you use it on the co-worker, but idk if that's too over the top.
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