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having a movie night where we watch all the videos i recorded while using you in your sleep. the entire time i have you in my lap, edging you while talking through all the disgusting things im doing to you on screen
a desperate guy fucking you while absolutely bursting. you can't tell if his whimpers are due to his pleasure or desperation, but either way, they're fucking hot.
he wants to pull out and sprint to the bathroom so bad, but fuck, you feel so good. surely he should just pull out for a minute and excuse himself, but a part of him wants to say fuck it and relieve himself inside you so he won't miss a second being inside you.
the decision is made for him quickly as you move in a way that makes him cum almost instantly, and the second he stops cumming he tries to pull out and make a run for it, only for his jelly legs to get him absolutely nowhere and he ends up absolutely soaking you and the bed.
Abruptly stop mid facefuck to makeout, kiss her forehead, and tell her that she’s a good girl - then grab her head and growl obscenities as you shove your cock back down her throat.
Tradwife clicker training where every time my master clicks it he turns the vibe on my clit on for a split second.
The first few weeks are just simple things. Click, I hand him something, quick pulse. Click, I do a task for him, quick pulse. Click, I tell him he's superior to me, quick pulse.
Then it evolves into mild sexual commands. Click, I pull up my top for him, quick pulse. Click, I open wide and let him finger my mouth, quick pulse. Click, I tell him my pussy is his property, quick pulse.
Then slowly the commands start to become more painful and demeaning. Click, I present my face so he can slap me, quick pulse. Click, I present my breasts so he can punch them and pull on them, quick pulse. Click, I deep throat whatever object he puts in my face, quick pulse.
Before long, I'll be conditioned to be desperate and wet all the time, and to obey every time I hear the clicker and receive a command. It's not the act itself that's getting me horny, but the obedience. Click, I let him stretch out my tight ass with his huge fist, and I get a pulse. Click, I let his business partner fuck my face to help close a deal, and I get a pulse. Click, I beg him to breed me, and I get a pulse. Even if I don't want it, the obedience feels too good to resist. I'm just my master's dumb needy slave wife who can't resist pleasing him.
sadistic doms who use that faux pity voice when they say things like "aww, does that hurt baby?" or "poor baby can barely take it, huh?" are evil and I love it.
You've been talking to a guy for a while, who you seem to really be clicking with, and you plan to hang out tonight to see if you get along in person as well. He lives a bit far, but he offered to give you a ride, which you gladly took him up on. When he arrives, it's a little awkward at first, but you quickly ease into each other and open up on the drive. You find yourself staring over at him while he's focused on the road, his hand on the stick, so close to your leg. He brings it down to rest on your thigh, almost like he read your mind, as you continue talking. The rest of the night is filled with similar moments of sexual tension, which isn't surprising, since the chemistry was there even before you met.
Everything is going well, and as it gets later, he asks if you want to stay over at his place since it's just a few minutes away. You're still a bit hesitant about sleeping with him, but it'll take another hour to get back home, so you decide to at least check it out before giving him an answer. It's surprisingly well decorated when you step inside, a little messy, but neat. It's got a cozy vibe to it, and to your relief, you aren't really getting any red flags at first glance. After talking for a while longer and feeling your eyes start to get heavy, you decide to stay, and he offers to let you use his bed while he takes the couch.
As you're both getting ready to lay down, you realize what a meticulous routine he has, and how well prepared he was for you, making you wonder if he's done this before. He gives you a small travel sized toothbrush to use, then shares his full face routine, with toner, serums, and moisturizer. After that, he puts a few vitamins in your hand to take, which you think is kind of weird, but he explains what each one is for before taking them himself. You figure after everything else, that maybe he's just really conscious about taking care of his body, so you swallow the vitamins without too much thought, and say your goodnights before going to sleep.
Not long after, you're in a deep slumber. The man slowly opens the door to the bedroom and peeks inside. You took the exact same things as he did before bed, but he also slipped something else into the mix to help you stay asleep. He walks over to the bed and puts his hands on your body, running them across your skin and lightly groping your tits through your shirt to test if you’re really asleep. You let out a little moan and shift your body so you're laying on your back, causing him to hold still and wait until your breathing turns back into quiet snores. Once it's safe, his fingers continue to graze around your nipples, more gently now than before so you don't wake up again. He feels the fabric draped over them begin to raise the longer he touches, as they get harder, then he lightly pinches and plays with them a bit before moving his gaze lower.
The covers are slowly pulled down to your knees, the thin oversized t-shirt he gave you pulled up slightly to reveal your panties. He runs a hand up the inside of your thighs, feeling your heat as he's pressed between them, before attempting to spread them apart and waiting for your reaction. Nothing. He moves your leg a bit more, as slowly as possible, trying to bring one knee up to give him an opening, until you shift again and let out another sound. It’s like you’re trying to say something in your unconscious state, but it just comes out as nonsense under your breath, your lips smacking together before you drift back into your dreams. The man just stares and admires your body while he touches himself, waiting again for a moment, stroking the stiff bulge through his sweats as he thinks of what he wants to try next.
Now that your legs are apart, he leans back in and pulls your panties to the side with one hand, while he presses two of his fingers against your pussy with the other, slowly rubbing up and down. Every few passes he stops towards the top and gently rubs in circles around your clit, causing you to softly moan before he slides his fingers back down again to be safe. Your body is getting more and more turned on as it’s being used, your mind completely oblivious to what’s happening. He nearly gets lost in the motion, repeating this over and over, as he imagines the things you could be dreaming about. His fingers spread you open, one moving to tease the entrance until it’s slick from how wet you’ve become, the other doing the same before both slip along the sides of your cunt, between your lips, spreading the wetness all over.
As the man runs his fingers back down, they hook into you, and you let out a sleepy moan from being stretched around his knuckles. He rocks his hand back and forth, rubbing inside you between breaks, waiting for you to make a sound, then continuing once your breathing confirms you're still asleep. The pads of his fingertips press firmly against your g-spot, and your hips subconsciously begin grinding into them, making him freeze up and watch as your slutty body pleases itself. He brings his head down to your crotch as you move, fingers still inside you, and slowly licks across your clit to see what you taste like. His lips purse around it and gently suck, while his deep moans ripple through your core.
The smell and taste of your pussy is intoxicating for the man. Finding himself getting carried away, he pulls back before you cum, just in case it causes you to wake up. Your breath has quickened, and even with his fingers out, your hips keep occasionally rocking forward like they're craving more. He can't tell if you're half awake or still asleep anymore, maybe you're dreaming of being fucked right now, being filled up and pumped into over and over. The thought makes his cock twitch and throb with excitement, but he decides to wait a few minutes for you to calm down before going any further.
At the head of the bed, under each side of the mattress, the man pulls up straps with cuffs at the end. They're attached to the back of the headboard, and just long enough to where your arms would have to be spread out first to reach them. He starts with your left one, which is down at your side, and carefully swings the limp weight upwards. You react as he's tightening the cuff around your wrist, a quiet noise escapes from your lips in between breaths, your body shifts and your leg straightens out again. The other arm is already above your head, but your hand is under the pillow. He slowly lifts it up, trying not to move your head too much in the process, and slides your hand out to bring it up towards the other cuff.
Now that you're restrained, the man moves to the foot of the bed, yanking off the covers before leaning over and grabbing the sides of your panties. He starts to pull them down over your hips, reaching under your ass and slightly lifting you up so they can slip down to your thighs. Still trying not to wake you, but less cautious than before, he makes quick, rough movements in between your stirs. The panties slide past your knees, over your calves, and off your feet easily, before he grabs your legs and forces them apart. You sleepily whisper something under your breath, and your body tries to move again, but you're held in place by the man, unable to adjust or change position.
His cock aches to be inside you, it pulses and jumps as the blood pumps into it, unable to get any harder. He brings his hips closer to yours, running the length of his shaft along your cunt, which is still wet from earlier, and pushes just the head inside. Another moan slips out, and he studies your face as he slowly pushes all the way in, filling you up. Your brow furrows, your lip quivers and your hips begin moving on their own once more. He pulls back out so just the tip is inside again, then in one slow movement pushes back into you until he bottoms out. Your breath gets heavier, and you let out a deep groan of satisfaction before you realize what's happening.
Your eyes squint open and you see the man on top of you come into focus, the feelings of pleasure and comfort instantly being diluted by fear and shock. You try to roll out from under him, but feel the soft cuffs tugging at your wrists locking you in place. Your next gut reaction is to kick your legs and try to push him away, but he easily pins them down under his knees. You try to scream out, but your sounds are quickly muffled as he shoves your panties into your mouth and keeps fucking you. They're soaked with your juices from earlier, and you can taste yourself as you’re begging for him to stop. The more you try to talk, the thicker your saliva gets as it coats your mouth.
The man starts to pound into you faster now, telling you how much your body wanted it and how wet you got earlier while he was fingering you. Your mind is reeling with conflicting thoughts because it feels so good, but you're being used against your will and feel so violated at the same time. You feel his cock churning inside you as you writhe under his weight trying to get away, even though you know it's hopeless. Tears start to fill your eyes and run down your cheeks, dripping down your neck and onto the pillow. You start to zone out and try to think about something else, but all you can focus on is how thick his cock is as it stretches you out and keeps hitting the same spot deep inside you over and over.
He yanks up the shirt you're wearing and starts to grope your tits while he's fucking you. Pinching your nipples and tugging at them while they bounce up and down with each thrust. You try not to moan in between your whimpering cries but it's hard to hold back with everything you're feeling. You've fantasized about something like this happening to you so many times when you were playing with yourself alone. Some part of you secretly loves it, that you're being taken and used as a toy, but you don't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. In your head you're still going back and forth on how you should feel, you guys have talked about harder kinks before, but you didn't think he'd act on them tonight.
Noticing you're getting lost in your thoughts, he slows his pace down to long, single thrusts. Each time he pushes into you, he holds his cock there, while he rubs around your clit with his thumb, then repeats the motion. The back and forth rhythm is bringing you to the edge, you're still trying not to moan, but occasionally one slips out when he goes too deep. After a few minutes, you start to get frustrated from how slow he's going, a thought building in your head that you're trying to suppress. More. You want him to go faster the closer you get, but you refuse to move your hips. Your breathing gets more intense, you squirm back and try to pull away but there's no avoiding it.
Then, nothing. He stays still, your dripping cunt squeezing around him, holding his shaft inside of you. There's a long silence, the only sounds coming from his breath and yours. You scowl as he stares at you with a subtle smirk, teasing you and waiting to see if you'll move your hips. You were about to cum, but now you're back in your head again, weighing the idea of just giving in. You feel him throb over and over while you lie there, making you want to grind against him. You want to be his little fuckdoll for the night and let him use your holes and get off while he has you pinned down. No you don’t. He forced himself onto you, you didn't want any of this…but you thought about it earlier in the night. Maybe you even hoped this was going to happen when you decided to stay over.
Your hips start to rock back and forth slowly, spitefully. You keep eye contact as you grind against him, the scowl still on your face. He has a look of satisfaction in his eyes now, and releases your legs from under his knees before moving his hips in tandem with yours. Hands run across the inside of your thighs, slightly bruised from his weight, then he leans close to your ear to whisper something to you. Good girl. Those words are infuriating to hear, but at the same time you get little tingles down your spine, and your body betrays your mind as it suddenly moves faster to please the man in hopes of more praise. Maybe you're just a mindless pet who wants to be used and told what to do after all.
The man takes the panties from your mouth, telling you not to scream or he'll shove them back in. You resist lashing out, biting your tongue and grinding your hips against him more aggressively instead. He asks if this is what you wanted tonight. No. He asks again, this time lightly slapping your clit. NO. A harder slap this time makes you squirm backwards and let out a little whimper. Y-yes, you reluctantly reply. Yes, what? Another slap. Tears well up in your eyes again, before they roll down your cheeks. Part of you is seething, but you try to ignore it and drop into what you want instead. After a few more slaps, something inside you breaks, and you confess everything you thought about tonight. You wanted him to finger you in the car on the way here when he first picked you up. You wanted him to follow you into a bathroom while you were out and force you on your knees so he could use your throat until he came. You wanted to feel him ramming your tight little cunt while he had you bent over his counter before you both went to sleep earlier. You took the pills because you hoped you'd be drugged and used over and over while you slept.
You spill all of your desires and thoughts, revealing what a slut you are to the man. A feeling of regret instantly washes over you, then embarrassment, and shyness. He doesn't reply at first, he just grabs your hips and pulls you tightly against him. His cock plunges into your needy cunt as you desperately grind your ass against him, your unfiltered moans filling the room when he tells you what a good doll you've been for him tonight. His hand wraps around your throat as he rails you, and your head tips back in ecstasy as you finally let go. You tell him to fuck you harder in between breaths, and feel him change his angle until he's hitting the spot that sends a shock through your body and causes you arch your back. You beg him to please let you cum this time, you say it over and over, until he slaps you across the face and sticks his fingers in your mouth to silence you.
You mindlessly lick and suck on them as you're about to cum, after being denied so many times tonight already, you’re craving it so badly. All you can think about is how it's going to feel, your body starting to tense up, then releasing. Your pussy starts squeezing the man's shaft as he keeps going, your legs tightening around his body as you pull him against you. You bite firmly on his fingers as you let out a deep groan and melt into the bed, your lower body still being bounced up and down while he pumps into you. Your wrists tug against the straps and your eyes roll back, your mind going blank until you hear his breath start to quicken and his moans turn long and raspy. He bucks into you as fast as he can, ravaging your cunt until he's right at the edge, then stops. You feel his cock throbbing inside you, before his load shoots out in several bursts, filling you up. He does a few final deep thrusts, making his cum leak out and run down your ass, before pulling out.
The man moves up and straddles your chest now, pressing his swollen cock to your lips for you to take in your mouth and clean off. You obediently open wide and he shoves it to the back of your throat, causing you to gag as he grabs your hair and pulls your head against him. You can taste a mixture of his cum and your creamy cunt, as it coats your tongue, which is swirling around trying to lick as much as it can off his thick shaft. The length of it keeps forcing its way down your throat, making a drooly mess as he pumps in and out, escaping from the corners of your lips and running down your chin. Your eyes start to water again, tears roll down your face while you look up at him, and he tells you how pretty you look as your head bobs back and forth against him.
When he's finished, the man gets off of you and grabs a towel by his nightstand, dabbing your tears and wiping off your mouth and chest while he sits next to you on the edge of the bed. He leans over and brushes the hair out of your eyes, before unfastening the cuffs, then leaves you to finish cleaning up while he grabs some water. Your hand slips back down, feeling his cum inside you covering your fingers as you try to wipe it up. When he comes back, you don't know what to say, so you just say thank you for the water. He sets the glass on the nightstand, and tells you we can talk in the morning, before closing the door to the bedroom behind him, leaving you to process what just happened.
If you decide to message me, please say more than just “hi”. Degrade me, tell me what you would do to me, let me know all your deepest darkest fantasies. I’m an attention whore, so don’t hold back.
She woke up naked and kneeling on the thin carpet; knees spread, fingers jammed into her cunt. Her body was trembling with stunted pleasure and a wave of confusion washed over her.
“What the fuck-”
A figure loomed behind her, footsteps falling like anvils. She froze, scared but unable to stop her thrusting hand or the approaching orgasm.
“As I told you, you cannot stop.” The voice was deep and smooth, it flowed through her mind like warm honey.
The fear subsided; the pleasure increased.
“I… I can't stop…” And, she couldn't. Her hand was not her own, seemingly operated by someone, something else. “Can't… stop…”
“You cannot,” the voice agreed. “You cannot do anything but what I command. And why is that?”
Her thoughts were a sea of soft, jumbled words and sparkling, spinning images that she couldn't possibly work through. The more he spoke, the harder it was to think.
Still, she answered. Her voice sounded foreign to her own ears, expressionless and sure.
“Because- I- I only obey.” The pleasure increased. “I only obey.” Her pussy fluttered around her hand. “I only obey.” Wetness dripped down her wrist. “I only obey.” Her head cleared, calm and empty. “I. Only. Obey.”
Make me your personal fleshlight, train me to take your cock at any time. Don’t give me a choice, just condition me to get wet whenever you bend me over, my cunt will learn before my brain does
Here's a tip girls, whenever university or work makes you anxious and stressed, post your tits and let men fuck with your brain into thoughtless orgasmic bliss
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