when the vulnerability of missionary sex becomes too much and you go to cover your face with your hands only for him to gently grab your wrists with a single hand as he says, “don’t. please. i need to see you.”
Just want to get on top and sink his dick into me and put my fingers in his mouth and watch him get all doe eyed and stupid while I use his body to make myself cum
signing up to be a portal pussy on some sketchy sight in a fit of drunken, horny impulsiveness, and then promptly forgetting about it. waking up a few days later to the feeling of thick fingers tracing over your soaked lips you and panicking, pulling off your pyjamas to find a smooth magical seal over your cunt, not able to feel anything when you reach down to touch it. the fingers are still going—just prodding and exploring like they're using your as a fidget to—leaving you desperate but unable to stimulate yourself no matter how much you squirm.
after far too long being tortured like this, they pull away, and you think they've finally stopped, getting up from your bed in the hopes of finding your computer and finding a way to fix whatever the fuck you did that got you into this mess. then, without warning, the person's girthy cock is pounding into you, stretching you open around their shaft as you stagger to the ground, staring in horror at your stomach where you can see the faint bulge of the cock currently using your hole as a fleshlight.
once the your cunt's new owner dumps their load inside you, you wobble over to the desk, searching the site in vain for a way to cancel whatever forms you signed, to get yourself out of this, but there's nothing. you're stuck.
it only takes a few days for you to resign yourself to your new role. all you can do is hope your owner gets bored with you after a while. you spend hours at a time unable to stand as they ram their cock into your cervix, leaving you sprawled over your bed, desperately humping a pillow for some relief, though you can't feel it between your legs.
when they do get bored with you, it's not what you'd hoped for. one day after fucking you, you feel them pull out, and think you've won a moment of respite, before you feel something cold and thick being shoved unceremoniously into your hole, the light pat against your gaping lips before they draw away feeling almost condescending, like they want you to know they're doing this intentionally to degrade you.
it continues this way for some time, rounds of being used for their pleasure before being stuffed with whatever objects they seem to have on hand, for their apparent amusement.
all things come to an end, however. you're so familiar with the feel of their cock that you know instantly when something changes. someone else fucking into you, a little thicker, their pace different.
at first you think it might just be a friend, but when they're done, another follows, and another, and in your rare, brief moments of human thought you piece together what has happened, as your stomach slowly bulges with the loads of countless strangers.
you've been discarded. turned into a public cumdump in the back of some dingy club or alleyway, just a braindead cunt for strangers to pump full of their cum. whatever hope you had from escape is long since vanished. this is all you are now. all you were ever meant to be.
getting home from a night out and having to piss so bad I'm holding myself. I walk into the bedroom and see my partner sleeping naked. I quickly undo my belt and pants to pull my cock out and shove it deep into their pussy. unleashing the piss I've been holding for hours. I sigh in relief as my urinal wakes up and starts moaning beneath me.
it's always so cute when the subs are so overwhelmed and embarrassed by their own neediness, that they cover their faces with their arms when they are getting fucked or played with. You're on your back with your legs spread out with your hole being used and abused, and you think you can distance by covering your face. So cute, like a cat hiding their heads under the curtain while their whole body is sticking out
Also so fun to force them to grab their chin and force them to look up and see everything being done to them.
I just want to be impaled on a huge monster's cock. Their cock is so thick and full of ridges and bumps, it's almost too overstimulating. But they keep saying how good I'm doing for them, what a good little cocksleeve I am. Their claws are almost as big as my waist, they can just use me as a living fleshlight with one single hand. I'm helpless as their enormous and textured cock splits me open over and over again, but oh gods, does it feel good.
Who wants to make me beg to be inside them and then pin me down and milk me with their hole while im whimpering and begging for more and for permission to cum while they edge me agonizingly slowly with their soft hole until im crying please please please can i cum please you feel so good mmmnnnghhpphhgghh
can’t stop thinking about object insertion, especially accidental/forced/public object insertion.
you’re on a crowded subway and you feel so cute in your skirt that’s just little too short. you feel something cold touch your thigh from behind and flinch, but it’s too crowded to turn around and look. The cool sensation, maybe it’s metal? It’s dragging up your thigh a little higher now, under the hem of your skirt, and oh right, you’re wearing a thong today. There’s nothing stopping whatever this is from being pushed up against your hole.
You can feel your face turning red, feel the shiver in your stomach, but luckily you don’t see anyone paying attention to you. You start to turn your head, maybe you can at least see what’s happeni— the subway jolts hard as it comes to a stop, and it’s inside you, cold and hard and you know you moaned, but hope it got lost in the noise. You can feel it now, although it’s not that deep. The head of a metal water bottle, you think. You clench around it, almost involuntarily, and you’re definitely leaking now.
Are they doing it on purpose? It’s not moving, even as people exit and enter the train around you. You’re not moving either. You kind of want to. The subway starts up again, and with it, the bottle pushes a little deeper, and a little deeper, with the swaying of the train. It’s starting to stretch your hole as it gets wider, put there are passengers packed in on every side and you can’t move. Deeper, and it’s starting to hurt. How big is the bottle? Are they doing it on purpose?
You feel so full now, and it’s heavy, like it’s filled with water. But it’s moving so slow, and you can’t help but clench and buck your hips back a little, fucking yourself on the bottle. The train picks up some speed and suddenly it’s sliding in and out of you, rubbing against your spot with enough force that you can feel yourself getting close. The train is reaching a station again and fuck, you’re amount to cum in the middle of a crowded subway. It screeches to a stop and this time the water bottle slams deep inside of you, too deep, and you’re cumming, whimpering and spasming on the thick, cold metal. A few glances are thrown your way from passengers, but you’re too hazy from the pleasure to notice anything but the cum dripping down your thighs and the humiliation of what’s happening.
What was your stop again? More people are filing in and it’s too late to move or pull away. The bottle is still in you, still stretching and stuffing you. You don’t even know if its owner is still behind you, or if it’s just being held up by your tight hole. You realize if you take it out now, everyone will see the bottle fall from under you. They’ll know exactly why you were shaking and panting, and notice the cum flowing down your legs. You have to keep it in. You’ll have to walk off the subway without anyone knowing that under your skirt, a stranger’s thick, full water bottle is stuffed up your hole, fucking you with every step you take. It’s going to be a long ride. How many more times will you cum with all those people around you, not knowing if this was an accident, or if someone decided to shove something up your pretty hole because you were an easy target?
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