alright, looks like the medication has really kicked in, so i'm going to insert another finger now, okay? see how easy that was? this is why we have you take that medication beforehand. just remember to stay relaxed okay, you're doing so well. you're going to feel a little more stretching now, just take deep breaths. good. good. you're doing so well. shh i know, i know it hurts, just take some deeep breaths for me, i need you to relax. i'll get you a tissue for those tears when we're all done here. come on, can you do a few deep breaths for me? that's it. you're being so good. that's it, see how quickly this is going? i've been able to get my entire hand in you already. i'll have to curl my fingers now, so it'll start feeling a little different, okay? shh, it's alright. i'm going to have to move around in there a little bit now. we have to stretch this hole nicely. this won't take much longer, don't worry. you're okay. that's it, you're taking it so well now. it's starting to feel better isn't it? you're being so good for me. i can feel you clenching around my hand with those heavy breaths of yours. i can feel your heartbeat quickening. don't be ashamed, it's okay. that's it, let it out. good, good. you've done so well.
desperately want to let a man old enough to be my father use me however he wants while i call him dad. to teach me how to take him because “it’ll feel so good kiddo” and make me cum on his cock multiple times before he pulls out and cums all over my tummy. he asks to let him take a photo cuz he thinks i’m so pretty like this and then maybe he secretly shows it to all his friends and they jerk off to it and talk about how hot it would be if they all used me together <33
it’d be so fun for a dom to tie is into such fun and painful predicament bondage. for one of us to feel relief, the other is forced into pain. a constant back and forth of who gets a break now and who has to take it. and then maybe being turned into some fun entertainment, becoming porn for the people around us…
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Fuck this is so hot!
I’ve always fantasised about being tied into predicament bondage with another needy whore!
Stood in the centre of a party, tied flush against eachother, unable to move apart due to our nipples being clamped together with very short chains. Place a hitachi wand between us on the highest setting and tie our thighs together tightly.
Only one of us can escape the vibrations at a time, and we aren’t being let out anytime soon.
If you pull away to try to stop the agonising overstimulation, my clit would be forced harshly into the wand, making me scream out.
Of course, either of us pulling away from each other would also cause our nipples to be tugged and pinched…
Would we take turns getting that much needed relief or would we be selfish? So focused on our own needs that we subject the other to delicious pain? Which of us is stronger?
A room full of people, watching eagerly - who will come out on top? Which little slut will start to cry and beg first? - Maybe the dom would take bets on which doll will cum the most times.
wanna casually grab a girls tits while we’re around friends, grip them, rub her nipples, watch her struggle to talk without moaning, lift her shirt up so everyone can watch me cup her tits and flick her nipples. Wanna hold her legs open and slide her skirt up, pull her panties to the side so everyone can see her soft and leaking and watch me finger her while I encourage her to try and finish her sentences. When she can’t, I’ll swipe everything off the table and lay her on her back so they can all watch me fuck her stupid. Her friend will grab her tits and say, “god you’re such a slut” and she’ll just nod cause she knows it’s true. Someone will reach down to touch her between her thighs while she covers her mouth trying not to disturb the other partygoers but it’s too late. Everyone is just watching her, mouth open, tits bouncing, legs spread, stretched on my dick.
i think the dream is to fuck a girl so well that theyre so sleepy and cum drunk they forget that they are still cockwarming you. and you just hold them and give them soft kisses and play with their hair as they start to fall asleep… then once their eyes shut a moment too long and they’re falling asleep, you pull almost completely out only to ram back into them and start thrusting with a fervor because, baby, you may be so cute when you’re cum happy, but you’re cuter when you’re pleading that you don’t have another in you and it’s all too much.
I look up to see a sweet nurse smile at me and wave me over. I smile back at her and stand up from the waiting room chair, following her through the doors of the clinic. She leads me into a standard exam room and after giving me quick instructions to take off my clothes and get comfortable, she leaves me, promising the doctor will be here to see me shortly.
I look around the sterile room, taking in framed stock images tastefully arranged along the walls and the stack of various medical pamphlets about STDs and safe sex. I take a deep breath and start to undress. I’ve waited so long to come see this doctor and I’m not going to let my nerves get the best of me now. The doctor I’m here to see is a specialist in anorgasmia, the inability to orgasm.
I’ve never been able to achieve orgasm, no matter what I’ve tried. Numerous partners have tried, I’ve purchased countless toys and lubricants, even going as far as trying hypnosis. Nothing has worked and I had almost given up hope when I’d stumbled across this doctor and his specialty.
It took months for me to get an appointment, and the screening process was incredibly intensive. Apparently, he’s extremely selective in the patients he chooses to see so when I got the call that he was willing to fit me into his schedule, I was ecstatic. Maybe I can finally say goodbye to my inability to orgasm.
A soft knock at the door startles me and I watch as the doctor opens the door and steps into the room, letting the door swing shut behind him. He’s younger than I thought he’d be. I’d been picturing a middle-aged man, maybe with some greying hair and glasses. Instead, he’s handsome, fit, and I can see the sparkle in his eyes as he greets me cheerfully.
“Good afternoon! I’m sorry for the wait but I hope you’re comfortable! It is lovely to meet you.” His voice is smooth, comforting, and when I extend my hand out to shake his outstretched one, his touch is gentle but strong.
I smile back at him, feeling some of my previous anxiety fade away. “No worries at all, I’m happy to be here.”
I watch as he opens grabs a chair and sits in front of the computer, logging in to pull up my medical chart. “Now, let’s see here, you’re here for anorgasmia I see.” I feel my cheeks flush at the clinical way he’d said it and he catches my blush as he glances up from the computer screen.
He gives me a comforting smile, “Don’t be embarrassed. A lot more women experience anorgasmia than people think, and it’s something that we can fix. I promise, there is nothing to be embarrassed about here.”
I give him a small smile back, the sincerity in his words soothing me.
“Now, I know you filled out a very long questionnaire already and I’ve already reviewed that so we’re going to get right to a physical exam to start.” He pushes away from the computer and stands up, walking over to where I’m sitting on the exam table.
“Can you take off your bra and underwear for me, please?” I nod, steeling my nerves before following his instructions. My nipples immediately harden into peaks at the cold air of the exam room and I feel so exposed with my entire body naked in front of him.
He unhooks stirrups from the bottom of the exam table and clicks them into place. “Prop your feet into there for me and spread your legs,” his voice is purely professional and I do what he asks. Placing my feet into the stirrups leaves me completely exposed and a small shiver goes through me as cold air brushes against my core.
“Now lean back and look up at the ceiling for me. We’re going to start with just a simple physical exam to make sure everything is normal anatomically. Then, we’ll move on to a few other tests for sensation and sensitivity. If at any point you have questions or concerns, don’t hesitate to tell me, okay?” He looks at me with care and I nod back, feeling comforted by his words and clear attentiveness.
He rolls his chair to between my propped-up legs and takes a seat, facing me. “My hands are a little cold but don’t worry, we’ll warm up in no time.” I let out a gasp when his indeed cold hands come to rest on my thighs. His fingers are gentle as he brushes against my center, his movements confident as he pokes and prods around.
I stay still as I feel him gently pull me apart, letting cold air rush against my core and clit. I bite back a gasp at the sensation. I feel him press against my clit, maneuvering my clit hood out of the way to reveal the bud. A swipe of his finger against my exposed bundle of nerves makes me jolt and I let out a sharp gasp this time.
“Sorry! How did that feel?” He asks, his voice apologetic.
I take a second to gather myself before answering. “It felt intense. Good but almost a little overwhelming.”
“Hm, that’s good,” he says, “That means you have a fair amount of clitoral sensitivity. We’ll do a more in-depth examination later but it’s a good sign.”
I hear the scrape of his chair against the floor and glance up to see his standing. “I’m going to grab some lubricant and we’ll do an internal exam next.” I nod and watch as he squirts a dollop of lube onto his fingers.
He settles himself back in between my legs and I shiver at the cold feeling of the lube. He’s purely professional as he spreads the lube over me and slowly works a single finger into me. I bite my lip to tamp down any sounds I want to make.
“I’m going to test your g-spot next,” he says and I feel his finger crook upwards inside of me, brushing against the spongy clump of nerves inside of me. The sensation shoots through me and I led out a slow breath.
“That’s it, you’re doing really well. Tell me if anything hurts, okay?” His fingers scissor inside of me and I let out a soft whimper. “Does that feel good?” His voice comes out in a lower register than before. “Come on, use your words. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me how it feels.”
I whimper again, “Mm yes, it feels good.”
“Good, so you have no problems with vaginal arousal and lubrication,” he says, his voice almost a purr now. “Don’t hold back, we want to make sure you’re giving your full reaction to everything that’s happening to help me understand what’s happening here.”
At his words, I let out another whimper, feeling the slow drag of his fingers against the sensitive walls of my pussy. He presses his fingers against my g-spot again and my back arches as pleasure shoots through me.
“Tell me, is this level of sensitivity and sensation reflective of how you normally feel during intercourse?” I take a second to catch my breath and think before I answer him.
“I think so, I’m usually pretty sensitive to sensation, it just never seems to culminate into an orgasm. A lot of times, I get too overstimulated to continue and I can’t cum.”
“Hm, I see,” his voice takes on a more contemplative tone. He pulls his fingers out of me, and I almost want to whimper at the loss.
“Well, I have a few theories but I’m going to do a more hands-on test to get a clearer answer of what we’re dealing with here. Lie back for me and relax.”
I lean my head back, staring up at the ceiling of the room and I feel him walk away for a second. He reappears at my side for a moment, and suddenly, I feel something encircle my wrist and hear a click. I jerk in surprise, glancing down to see that he’d cuffed me down to the table. My eyes meet his and smiles at me.
“Don’t worry, this is just to keep you still during the examination. The less movement there is from you, the easier it is for me to do my job. If at any point, you feel uncomfortable, tell me and we’ll stop, okay?” His words soothe the panic that rose up in my chest at the idea of being restrained and I give my consent. He smiles at me and makes quick work of clicking my other wrist into a cuff. Next, my ankles are strapped down to the stirrups and my thighs held apart by more cuffs. There’s even one that goes around my waist to keep my torso still.
“Good, how do you feel? Are any of the restraints hurting you?”
I shake my head in response, “No, I’m okay.”
He smiles at me again and I watch him open a drawer from across the exam room. “We’re going to introduce some equipment to help me get a better gauge of what we’re dealing with here.” My eyes widen as I watch him pull out several industrial looking sex toys.
“Let’s start with clitoral stimulation,” he says, setting down the toys except for one. He shows me the toy, it looks almost like an electric toothbrush with a wider body and a very thin head. “This is a very precise vibrator. Most commercial vibrators people tend to purchase have a much larger surface area, which can be very good for folks who are highly sensitive in all areas, but it doesn’t offer much precision in targeting specific parts of the clitoris. This one doesn’t have that problem since it has a much smaller head. Now this one is also pre-set to have 10 very well-calibrated intensity settings. Depending on your reaction to each setting, I can make better conclusions about your clitoral sensitivity. We’re going to go through the settings from low to high and I want you to continue to be vocal and tell me what you’re feeling, okay?”
I nod, “Okay, but what if I get too overstimulated?”
He gives me a comforting smile, “Just tell me and we’ll stop and re-evaluate if it happens.”
I nod again and he sits back down between my legs to get started.
I hear the toy click on, presumably at the first level based on the low, quiet buzzing sound its emitting. I gasp when I feel his fingers gently pull my pussy apart to reveal my clit, already erect and throbbing from his earlier treatment.
A moan escapes from my throat when I feel the toy make first contact. It feels so much more intense than any other toy I’ve ever had. The precision of the toy and the ease in which he handles it means that the vibrations are pressed right against my exposed clit, forcing the collection of raw nerves to submit to the sensations.
“How’s that?” He asks, his voice making me scramble to get ahold of myself to give a coherent response. “It feels so intense but in a good way.”
“Good, that’s good. Just relax and let yourself feel.” He murmurs, keeping the vibrator pressed tightly against me.
My eyes drift shut as I feel the sensation overtake me. The pleasure is forming a haze around my mind, every thought getting chased away by the feeling between my legs.
I hear his voice again, “I’m going to increase to the second setting. Just stay relaxed for me.”
I let out a whimper in response as the toy clicks up a level. The pleasure intensifies but there’s also a building sensation of raw overstimulation that is starting to arise. We’re nearing the point where I would normally stop and take a break but I don’t want to tell him that yet. I want to let him keep going, because maybe today is the day I finally get to cum.
I bite back a whine and clench my fists at my sides.
“Increasing to level 3 now.” He says, resting a hand on my thigh as his other one holds the toy firmly against me. The increase this time makes a cry rip out of me and my eyes fly open to meet his.
“Ah- it’s so much, I’m getting overstimulated.” I whimper out, my hands clenching and unclenching in an effort to control myself. He nods but doesn’t make any move to pull the toy away or decrease the setting.
“Try and tough it out for me for a bit more, I want to see if we can overcome the overstimulation.” He gives me a comforting smile and gently pats my thigh.
I take a deep breath and nod, letting my eyes drift shut.
“Increasing to level 4 now,” he says and the vibrator switches to a higher intensity before I can protest.
“Wait! Wait, please, just give me a moment, please!” I gasp out as the sensations shoot through me entire body. He shakes his head, “You’re doing great, just relax and let it happen.”
I whine as tears are gathering in my eyes. I’m walking the very thin line of pain and pleasure as the vibrator forces breathtaking feeling onto me while riding my nerves to the sharp edges of overstimulation. I hear his voice again and my heart drops when I register his words. “Increasing to level 5.”
A scream bursts out of me as all of the sensations compound and increase. It’s too much, I can’t do this. I can’t tell if I’m close to cumming, I just know that I’ve been absolutely thrown over my threshold for sensation and I can’t take anymore. I sob out my begs to my doctor.
“Please! No more, please stop! STOP! It’s too much! I can’t take it!” My body is shaking and I’m fighting with everything I have against the restraints but nothing gives. His hand on my thigh has turned into an iron grip, holding me down so I can’t even shift my hips to escape the relentlessly accurate vibrations.
“PLEASE! STOP!” I sob. There’s nothing to save me. He doesn’t listen, he might’ve said something to me but I’m too far gone to hear. All I know is the torturous pleasure dominating every single nerve of my body.
Beneath the horrible overstimulation, I feel a warm thread of something else. Something pulsing through my body, filling me with pure pleasure. I whimper as the feeling starts to build, my every muscle seeming to tighten in response to it.
There’s a knot building in my stomach, spreading throughout my body. Coupled with the overstimulation, I feel ravaged and decimated, every nerve pulled bare and shocked by the live wire of sensation that’s forced upon me. Before I can even begin to articulate it, I feel the vibrator kick up another setting and I scream as it shatters me.
I cum. For the first time in my life, I cum. My scream seems to shake the very foundation of the building we’re in as the pleasure, pain, and sensation flood my body, every cell of my body bursting with it. I can’t do anything except ride the relentless wave of pleasure, my entire body a slave to the whims of that horrible, terrible, delicious, mind-altering pleasure.
I slowly come down from the high of my first orgasm, gasps shaking my body as my mind struggles to reengage with reality. I blink tears out of my eyes, and I look up to see my doctor standing over me, holding the toy that he’s mercifully removed from my clit.
“Good job, sweet girl,” he purrs, running his hand up my thigh to cup my pussy gently. The soft motion is enough to make me whimper. “How did that feel, darling?” The terms of endearment make me pause but I’m too hazy to really digest it all.
I clear my throat and swallow, my voice raw from the screaming and begging. “I- It felt really good but it was so much,” I whisper, “I don’t know if I can do that again.”
He smirks and suddenly, I’m hit with a wave of uncertainty. There’s a glint in his eye that wasn’t there previously and it makes me nervous. Something about the way he is looking at me is so different now than earlier, with his cool professionalism and niceties. Now, I feel like a specimen under a microscope and he, the scientist who plans on dissecting me.
“I think, I think I need a break. Can we finish this appointment another time?” I murmur, pulling slightly at my restraints and looking at him.
He lets out a low laugh that makes my skin pebble with nerves. “Oh no, now that I know what the problem is, I can’t let you leave until we fix it. What kind of doctor would I be if I let my patients leave without being cured?”
I shake my head, “I don’t understand,” I whisper. “You made me cum, doesn’t that mean I’m cured?”
He smirks at me and he slides a finger into my pussy, making me gasp. “Not at all, we’ve proven that you indeed can orgasm, but there is still much to be examined in terms of the extent of your orgasms. Plus, we have several more levels of this vibrator to get through and we haven’t even begun to work on your pussy and g-spot yet.”
My eyes widen at his words and the curling feeling of fear truly takes root inside of me. “Wait no, please, I don’t want to continue with any of that anymore. Please, just let me go!”
The look on his face is one of glee as he sees my terror become apparent. “Now now, you don’t want to leave against my medical advice, do you? Plus, darling, you consented to following through with my professional recommendations when you signed up to be a patient. There’s no backing out of this now. And especially when I know how sensitive of a whore you are, darling.” He chuckles.
I whimper, “Please, no, I don’t want this.”
He bends down to lean in close to me. “Well, I don’t give a shit about what you want. You are the most unique case of sensitivity I’ve ever seen, and I plan to take full advantage of that while I have you here. So be a good girl for me and enjoy this.” He presses his lips to the side of my neck and the feeling makes me tremble.
He ignores the rest of my protests and goes back to sitting between my legs. I watch in fear as he holds up the vibrator and clicks it on. “We stopped at level 6 last time, that’s where we’ll resume. And scream all you want, sweet girl, these walls are soundproof and won’t let a speck of sound through.”
I do indeed scream when he presses the vibrator against me again.
This time, there’s no build up of pleasure or stimulation. It all slams into me all at once and I writhe against my restraints as everything overwhelms me. I vaguely hear a low laugh permeate the space around me but I can’t focus enough to pick out any other noise amidst my own sobs.
My doctor stops giving me any verbal cues, not that I’m coherent enough to even understand at this point. All I know is the punishing vibrator held against my clit, ravaging my body and turning me inside out. The claws of pleasure are embedded deep into my psyche and my body is at its complete whim.
I have no idea how much time has passed or whether I even stayed conscious for the entire duration of the torture but eventually, I realize that he’s stopped. The vibrator is off but my body was still shaking from phantom sensations, every inhale of air a sharp stab, and every sob a reminder of how broken I am.
Slowly, I register the sound of his low laugh. I whimper as I blink away my tears to look at him. “You, my sweet girl, are truly remarkable. I don’t think you realize since you were so out of it, but we were at the highest setting for the past ten minutes and you didn’t even cum once. I’ve never come across someone so fucking sensitive and yet so resistant to orgasm. It’s incredible because you don’t seem to become desensitized either.”
I whimper and my voice cracks when I speak. “Please, please, just let me go. I can’t handle any more. I won’t tell anyone about this, please just stop doing this.”
He smiles at me and for a brief moment, I see the professional, nice, kind, good doctor from earlier. But all my hope is washed away when I feel his fingers press against my core again.
“I can’t do that, darling. We still have your precious pussy left to work on,” his voice is filled with excitement and it makes me want to cry because I know what is coming next and I’m not sure I will survive.
I watch him exchange the vibrator for a huge dildo. He smirks and presses a button on the underside of it and the entire thing begins to vibrate. “I think we can go ahead and skip to the higher settings here.”
Tears fill my eyes and I shake my head at him as pleas fall from my lips. He ignores me as he lines the dildo up with my core. I tremble as the vibrations make me shudder without the toy even breaching me yet.
He catches my eye and I watch as he gives me a wink and proceeds to slam the dildo home inside of me. I arch my back and let out a devastated cry. The toy fills me to the brim, the vibrations ravaging my sensitive walls and my g-spot in a way that makes my eyes roll back.
I’m sobbing and shaking as he drives the dildo in and out of my pussy. Every movement against my overstimulated walls tortures me. The pleasure digs its claws into me and drags me back into its embrace. My entire being submits and I feel my mind’s grasp on my sanity loosen as every single facet of my existence narrows to pleasure.
Each thrust seems to make my sensitivity grow, every single muscle in my body aching and begging for relief. I feel his hand clamp down on my thigh as the other continues to work the dildo inside of me. I want to rip myself out of my body to make this torture end but there’s nothing I can do. Every push and pull shoves my body higher and higher to a peak that I can never seem to reach. There’s no culminating release of pleasure to make this all better, no soft wash of an orgasm to soothe every jagged nerve. There’s only him and the torturous pleasure he imparts onto my very soul.
An unfathomable amount of time later, I feel him finally turn off the toy and pull it out of me. I barely register the lewd sound of my cunt clenching around the toy, my pussy still weeping with arousal even after the devastation he brought upon me.
“Please,” I whimper. “Please, are we done? Please, I can’t take anymore, please let me go.”
He brushes my hair off my forehead and he smirks at me. “Oh, sweet girl, I can’t let you go now. I’m going to be keeping you as my perfect little toy. There are still so many other things I want to try on you. I’m going to push every single limit you have until you break for me.” A soft whine escapes from me and I know there is nothing I can do to convince him otherwise. My head lolls from exhaustion and I feel my grasp on consciousness start to loosen.
The last thing I hear is his voice. “Sleep, sweet girl, I’ve got you.”
using a fucking machine because you've been so horny during the past few days and you need to be filled so bad, you strip down naked without realizing that the window is open, so when you're on all fours getting fucked by the machine you don't notice the tentacles entering through such window to replace the machine with one of their appendages, when your orgasm hits you you're in too much of a haze to notice the monster's cum sliding down your thighs and you moan weakly as a different tentacle starts fucking you again, still thinking it's the machine
make me stand in front of you and your friends with my dress in my hands and my panties around my ankles. make me lift my dress higher when your friends say they can’t see my little mound well enough. make me turn around and bend over so they can see my round little butt, and make me spread my legs so they can see everything else. have me reach back and spread myself so nothing is hidden from their eyes. make me turn back around and unzip my dress so it falls to the floor with my panties and your friends can see my tits. ignore my flushed face and nervous tears as your friends make comments about how pink and tight my pussy looks, how tasty and fuckable my ass is, how cute my little pink nipples are. call me over to you and sit me on your lap, my back to your chest so I’m facing all of your friends and spread my soft thighs over your own. gently smooth my hair away from my wet and sticky face and tell me to stop crying, they’re going to make me feel good. hold me still so i don’t wiggle and squirm when they lean forward to put their big man hands on my little girl body, tell me what a good girl i am as their fingers violate my little cunny and rub my clit. hold me tighter when they get brave and begin to stick spit slicked fingers into my little asshole, stick your fingers in my mouth when i cry that it hurts so all of my holes are filled with big man fingers. have them hold my legs open as they molest me so there’s nothing i can do as they make me wetter and wetter, readying my young little holes for all of their cocks💚
Request: a party game where everyone consumes the same food/drink, but a random one has an aphrodisiac in it, and then the "victim" has to try to hide their symptoms until the others notice and gather around to relieve them :3
Cady notices first.
There are enough people packed into the space that any given person doing something isn't immediately obvious, but Cady is paying more attention to the people than to the conversations, so she's the first to notice the way Sally is rocking back and forth, just a little, against the couch arm she's perched on.
It's not much, still subtle, but she definitely starting to hump it, dragging herself back and forth on it to get some friction and some pressure on what is no doubt a puffy little clit.
Cady watches her for a while, just for the entertainment of seeing how hard Sally is trying to hide her growing need, but eventually she heads over.
"Looking a little needy there," Cady says.
Sally bites her lip, flushed and bright-eyed and panting. "I'm--I'm fine," she mumbles, which would be more convincing if she weren't fully grinding on the arm of the couch now.
"I'm sure you are," Cady says patronizingly. "That's why you're humping the arm of that couch like a horny little slut, is it?"
Sally whimpers. People are starting to watch now, realizing who this month's pick is, but as first identifier, Cady gets first dibs.
"Why don't I get you out of this shirt," Cady says, reaching forward to start unbuttoning Sally's shirt, "and if you still don't need anything by the time I've gotten your tits out, I'll assume you're telling the truth."
"Oh god," Sally breathes, hips working harder as she openly works towards an orgasm now. She's not even bothering to hide it anymore, not that she probably can. The aphrodisiac builds and builds until it's out of the bloodstream hours later, making it a perfect choice for these games.
Sally's shirt gets handed off to someone, and then her bra, and Cady takes the opportunity to watch Sally's big tits bouncing as she humps her way to her first orgasm.
And then Cady yanks Sally forward so she can shove Sally's panties aside and fuck two fingers into her leaking cunt, and someone else starts sucking on Sally's tits, and Sally gives in to her need.
Really want to gently take someone's virginity in a group setting. Me and the other domme softly reassuring the cute little thing and giving instructions, gently and slowly getting them off over and over and showing them how good it feels to be played with.
thinking abt being an innocent person. going to the doctor w the complaint that it “burns down there, it’s warm and wet,” but I’m just aroused and can’t figure it out. n the doctor knows this but makes me undress and starts touching me. rubbing me. and I’m whining bc I’ve never been touched before and they just tell me to be quiet and hold still - this is all normal. and I climax with a bit-back scream and they wipe me up and snap their gloves off and tell me I should be all good now.
Being forced to fuck someone that doesn't want it either...for example...burglars breake into our home and force my dad to take his daughters virginity while they laugh...or another robbery at a grocery store where I am forced to ride a strangers cock while we both have a gun to our head đź’¦
Fuck my ass while your friend fucks my pussy. Tell him to cum inside me. Hold me down when I panic. Tell him I'm unprotected, and he should cum deep inside me. Continue fucking my ass as he thrusts hard inside me, making me cry out. Tell him how much I love getting bred, how hard I cum when I get filled. Tell me to open my womb for him, to let your friend breed me while you fuck my pretty ass. Your friend pulls me down and empties his balls inside my cunt. I cum and shiver, feeling his cum flow deep inside me. Tell me you're cumming while he impregnates me. Fill my ass with your load while I get bred by your friend.
this, but with a whole line of men to guarantee you’re bred. Each one taking turns filling you up before slapping your ass and making way for the next cock. Maybe even 2 at the same time later down the line, pumping in and out of your pussy as your words of hesitation are turned into babbling moans of pleasure, begging for more and more by the minute. After all, that cunt is gonna stretch out eventually, and we wouldn’t want you to feel empty now, would we?
I wonder how many loads we can pump into you before it becomes impossible for you to hold it all in, even without a cock in you…
He saw you with your hand over my mouth as you stuck your fingers inside me to see how it felt. You were curious, all of the girls at school reject you and your advances, but your little brother was special…I couldn’t tell you no when you held me down and pried my legs apart to touch my little pussy.
I saw dad first and tried to yell out to him. You jumped and pulled back so fast, your cock pulsing and poking out of the flap of your boxers.
“D-Dad I swear it isn’t-“
He closed the door behind him and quietly told you to shut up and sit back down.
The bed shifted under your weight and then his as he knelt alongside me. Gentle hushes and reassurances as he tries to comfort me, softening my sobs with his fingers in my hair and on my cheek. Then his palm pressed to my mouth as his free hand goes for my leg, spreading them apart, my panties still hanging from my ankle.
“You ever fuck a girl?”
You shake your head and your cock twitches at the thought. Dad smirks and squeezes me tight. I can feel something press against my back as he angles me towards you.
“Mom won’t be back for awhile yet.”
You stare down at me, and there’s only a faint hesitation before you crawl over and position yourself between my legs and rub your thick cock against my smooth, pussy. I’m sobbing and wriggling but unable to get out of my dads grasp. He hushes me, whispering comforting words in my ear in between his urgent instructions to you.
“That’s it - fuck. Go nice and slow the first time.”
You are breathing heavy as you push into me. My body is small, tight. You stammer something but dad snaps at you and you thrust, bulging my belly with your pulsing cock.
“Feels good, don’t it?” Dad coos, pushing me into you.
“Y-yes sir.”
“Go on. Show me how a real man fucks, boy.”
You grab my hips without thinking. Dads eyes are on your cock, my pussy, as you start humping into me. Sweat drips from your chin onto my stomach, my bed squeaks and a couple of my stuffies hit the floor.
“Fuck him harder, yeah. Show me how you want to fuck the girls at school, fuck your little brother like those sluts.”
He holds me in place until you are spasming, your cock pulsing as you cum deep inside me, your hips still humping even as your orgasm slows, until you pull back and your cock slides from my gaping hole.
You are panting when dad quickly ushers you out to clean up, but not without having you close the door behind you on the way out, his grip still tight…
oh to be tied up, wrists bound behind my back. sat firmly on a fat, pulsating cock. being pumped into so slowly that it's agonizing. edged for hours. hands wandering my body as i remain helpless, gracing over my swollen clit, playing with my happy trail, tracing up and down my waist and thighs. uncontrollably dripping and seeping all over their lap. mind going fuzzy. hole tightening and twitching around them. their full balls pressing against me each time they push in their entire length. it's so embarrassing to feel so desperate.
Okay but imagine laying in bed with two dominant partners and you're laying back against one of them, your head in their lap or your back against their chest, and they're holding you tight, keeping you in place, cooing in your ear about how cute but pointless your struggling is, while the other is between your legs, using every toy you own and their fingers and their mouth to tease and edge you over and over again until you can't think straight or see straight or form a coherent sentence and then they switch places and keep going.
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