Horny Girl

Hey 19 year old Female sub Into rape humiliation use abuse and hardcore currently owned but let me hear what filthy things you wanna say to me MDNI

[silver-side]

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?

[ph0ntomgirl]

[daddydomca66]

We want you submissive, tight, and juicy wet so we can pound hard.

[t-boneog3-deactivated20260114]

Part 1 of 3

[piggy-playpen]

What an angel 😇

[birisimsizim]

Look at that brain dead mutt in the video, no longer a woman, not even pretending. Just a mindless, panting piece of meat, eyes vacant, because even the most basic control is too much effort for something this low.

Every pathetic woof is another shred of humanity dripping onto the floor. It doesn’t think anymore. It can’t. Thinking requires a mind and its was fucked hollow long ago, nothing left but echoes of its own useless panting.

It barks because that’s the only sound its owner permits.

It stares upward because looking down would require pride it no longer possesses.

That small, hopeful smile at the start? Gone in seconds. Makeup smears. Tears stream. Mascara runs in black rivers while it sobs and barks at once. And somehow that ruined face looks more right than it ever did when it was pretending to be human.

Do you see it?

Smiling, being respected, being loved, those were never meant for you. You look better crying. Better when your face is streaked and broken, voice cracking into helpless animal sounds. There’s a reason for that.

You were born for this.

You exist for this.

That’s why my words keep leaving you wet and restless, crawling back here again and again like a stupid, drooling dog that can’t even remember how to form real sentences anymore. You’re disgusting. Pitiful. Empty. Just a trembling, leaking thing that gets off on being reminded how little it matters.

Now it has a kennel and the constant humiliating knowledge that every breath it takes only continues because someone decided it was still amusing enough to keep alive.

No rights. No voice. No escape.

This isn’t a game anymore. This is what it is now. This is all it will ever be.

Keep watching, little one.

Because that is your future.

How naturally you’ll drop to all fours.

How eagerly you’ll bark through your tears.

How easily you’ll forget you were ever anything more.

[drippygirly]

Corner Time

Look what daddy set up for you, sweetie! Your own little sensory corner.

Well yes, it is only things to stimulate or stuff your asshole. I know that's what calms you down, honey.

Daddy gets busy and he can't always help you. When you get frustrated, overstimulated, horny, sad or bratty daddy will send you to your corner for you to calm down. This will really help your moods.

You're overstimulated? Corner time.

You're frustrated? Corner time.

You get worked up? Corner time.

Daddy will set a 30 minute timer and then check on your mood. You'll take that time to reflect, calm down and reevaluate your feelings. If you need more time, that's perfectly fine.

You'll fully undress and decide what toy will soothe you. There is no other stimulation except for your asshole. Nothing for your pussy or mouth. No phone. Only focused on your asshole and your emotions.

*The corner has a heavy black curtain around it. When you open it there are two big mirrors on both sides. There's a camera mounted on the wall, angled down to monitor anything that goes on. There is a sign up on one of the mirrors with some instructions, mantras, and suggestions. There's a big toy bin with all kinds of plugs, dildos, lube, and towels. Most of the toys are pink. Then there's a rocker chair with a hole in it, restraints and a fucking machine set up under it. There's also a small exercise ball for bouncing on. There's pink foam tiles laid down under it all.*

Uh oh! Those are some big emotions, huh? Let's practice corner time now. Daddy will help you since you're such a mess. Cry all you want baby, get all those big emotions out.

There we go, big stretch sweetie. Shhh, let's get the restraints on so you're not hurting yourself. You're going to stay nice and still and let the machine help you focus. Just focus on your emotions and your asshole being stretched wide. You can watch yourself in the mirror for the next 30 minutes. I promise you'll feel better soon.

30 minutes later.

Oh goodness, honey... You really need to learn how to self soothe. Let's keep going to help you. Too dry? Nonsense. Daddy added plenty of lube, you don't need to be wasteful. I'll just turn it up a notch. Focus on letting your asshole really open up. I'll be back soon. Be a good girl.

20 minutes later.

At least you've finally stopped blubbering, that's progress! Can you give Daddy a big happy smile? Tsk. We can work on that. Oh don't panic, no need to be dramatic honestly. Let's get you all cleaned up now, I think that really helped your attitude! Show off that big gape for Daddy like you're proud of it. Beautiful!

A few days later.

Babe. Honestly I don't understand why you're so upset, I think it's time for some corner time. Yes, really. Go on. I'll set your timer and I'll be up to check on your progress. The camera is on and I'll be watching you on the TV. Don't be wasteful with the lube and make Daddy proud.

*Poor girl is struggling to keep it together. She's not crying as much thankfully. She doesn't go for the machine again but that's okay. She finds the smallest plug that's still 2 sizes bigger than what she's used to. She's afraid to use too much lube which makes me happy. It takes her a while to Force it in and I know it hurts. She sits on the ball and stares into the mirror. For the remainder of the time.*

How's my girl doing? Feeling better? I bet your asshole feels better at least.

Turn around and spread your cheeks so Daddy can take the plug out. Oh that didn't hurt, you're so dramatic. That was a good stretch for you sweetie, you'll be gaped until tomorrow for sure

Daddy is going to watch the game, you can finish cooking dinner and then go ahead and clean the kitchen and the living room before bedtime. Chop chop, you're limited on time thanks to your little meltdown.

......................

She absolutely hates her new corner. It's been about a month and she ends up in it a few times a week. She still cries sometime but she hasn't even gone through half a bottle of lube so I'm really proud of her. I'll take it away eventually. Once she uses the whole bottle I'll tell her that was the only lube that would be provided and she shouldn't have wasted so much.

2 months later.

Yell at me one more time, young lady and see what happens. Okay then go wait by the corner. I'm going to help you today.

Alright let's get you strapped into your chair sweetie. Nice and safe. Now we're going to do something a little different. Daddy got you a pretty new dildo. It's the biggest one yet so you'll feel it for a few days. Next is something to make you pretty. These little hooks are going to spread your nose out wide like a piggy! I thought you'd like to see something new in the mirror.

Yeah they won't be comfortable, but you look so so pretty. Now for your favorite part, fitting this in your ass. Open up, sweetie. It's going in one way or another. No I think I'd remember if I put lube on, never question me like that. See, it's fitting. Are those happy sobs? I sure hope so. I'll set your timer. Try to calm down, I'll turn it up soon.

When I come back snot is running down her face as she cries. I don't say anything to her, I just give her a firm slap on the face and turn up the machine and reset the timer. 30 minutes later I return. She stopped crying and is just taking it like a champ.

You look so pretty like this. My new favorite look on you. Look in the mirror and smile, sweetie. Smile like you really mean it. Such a happy little girl. It looks like you've calmed down finally. Feel all better? I knew this would help you. Let's see that big gape! Get on all fours, spread your ass open and smile at yourself in the mirror. Stay just like that, this is beautiful. *Click* Quit being dramatic, it's just a picture.

Okay now you can finish your chores babe. I'm glad we fixed your attitude. No, the hooks can stay. I think you look prettier like that. I'll definitely have you wear them more. You'd be so pretty with some Botox to make it look like you're always excited, especially with those hooks in.

2 days later.

Alright, that's enough. Your bitching is through the roof this week. Time to go to your corner. Oh I'm sure your ass is still sore, you'd think you would have been smarter than to act like a bitch. Let's go, you're going to wear nose hooks again to make you pretty. Pick out which cock you want up your ass sweetie, pick a good one. Excellent choice.

Now Daddy is going to watch you on the TV while he relaxes. I want you to try everything on these lists, okay? Really make an effort. Hopefully you'll even make Daddy hard. Let's really get this ass pounded.

*I watch her from the couch with a glass of whiskey. I'm not even hard, this is so normal now it's just watching her go through anal therapy. She's reciting everything on the lists while following the suggestions like making silly faces or pinching her clit.

"I love having my asshole pounded" over and over again as she smiles and giggles like a bimbo is so funny to me.*

You're doing so well, sweetie! I startled her and she winces, probably from clenching around the toy. Her eyes are watering but she doesn't say anything. She's clearly trying not to look upset so she tries to smile but ends up crying. Tsk tsk. Okay baby, I understand. We'll reset the timer for you. Keep going. You didn't end up making me hard so why don't you really try this time.

*She cries as she all but screams "I need my asshole gaped!" And that makes my cock twitch. "I have a hungry hungry asshole!" "I suck cock with my asshole!" "Anal rape makes me cum!" She's sobbing while she smiles in between admitting everything.*

You finally made my cock hard baby, I want that enthusiasm all the time now. Big smiles while you tell Daddy what you need. Okay time to show Daddy your loose asshole! Look in the mirror and smile while you hold your ass open. Now let's hear that dumb little giggle while you wiggle a little bit. *Click* these pictures are for your anal scrapbook. We're going to watch as your hole gets bigger and bigger and you look happier each time.

You look so pretty like this baby, admire yourself. This is what pretty really is. Now try to behave yourself, hm? Your asshole won't thank you if you decide to be a bitch again. Go ahead and finish your chores before bed. Don't forget to repeat those mantras in your head, pick one a day to think about.

She visibly pales but doesn't say anything.

Tell Daddy which one you'll be chanting in your head while you scrub the bathrooms clean tonight.

I have a hungry hungry asshole.

Very good and so true! Now say it with a big smile, convince Daddy you mean it.

I have a hungry hungry asshole! She exclaims through a cringe.

Tsk tsk... That's very-

Wait! Daddy, I have a hungry hungry asshole!! She shouts and shows me her asshole winking. She got so scared over my disappointment.

Much better, I can tell you mean it sweetie. Run along, those bathrooms need to be pristine.

[noire-clearing]

[selkie-bride]

you’re being stalked by an obsessive neighbor kid you babysat once a few years back.

i keep leaving you desperate voicemails on your home answering machine where anyone could find it, and it’s stressing you out, but there’s not much you can do about it without getting me in trouble, and you don’t really want to do that. but you’ve spent weeks repeatedly deleting new voicemails, coming home early every day just to clear the damn machine so your wife doesn’t find them and think you’re fucking around with some kid—but at some point you start to actually listen to them before you delete the evidence of a crime you’ve yet to commit, and you’re shocked by how hard you get when i moan for you, the sounds of my drippy cunt just barely picking up on the speakers, just enough to tease you and make you want more.

fuck, it’s hot. you have to remind yourself that i’m too young, that you should’ve reported my actions to my folks a long time ago, but it doesn’t matter when your hand’s stuffed in your pants and you’re pumping into your fist as i whine and pant and moan your name on the other end and beg you to come touch me, to fuck me, to dump your loads in my pretty young pussy, to knock me up the way that i deserve, to pick up the fucking phone so i can cum for you. you wonder where i’d learned this shit, surely not at school, but it doesn’t really matter because it works, you pick up the phone and tell me to keep going, to keep touching and cum for you.

i hang up.

you sit still and confused for a moment, but you call back, and you reach voicemail. you do it again, with the same result. you groan into the speaker and call again, hand stilled in your pants and tip leaking with every second that passes. voicemail again. again. again. you call over and over, hunched over and cock achingly hard, eager to pump into me.

you call again. nothing. your pants are stained with pre. you wonder how hard it’d be to break into my house when my folks are gone. you wonder if you should offer your babysitting services again. fuck. you should. it’d be so easy to offer them a night off, a chance for a solid date night without worrying about a drama queen of a teen. your old lady’s supposed to be out of town soon, it’d be the perfect opportunity to get me over and fuck me the way i so clearly need. yeah. yeah, it’s perfect.

you call again. one last time. just in case. nothing.

you put the phone down. stand up and take your hand out of your pants. you can’t remember with full clarity how my voice sounded moaning your name. you wish you hadn’t picked up and ruined the recording. you wish you had the courage to take it further than it’s already gone.

you stand there a moment. regret that you’re a coward. thank god that you are.

the doorbell rings.

[selkie-bride]

you regret it.

you do and you don’t. it was good. too good. so good you can’t get it up for your old lady the way you used to. it’s easier if you think about the kid; tight pink cunt wrapped around your cock, eager little mouth pooling with drool when you make me kneel for you, soft warm body to grope and hold and fuck into. too good. too addictive.

you ended it. maybe you regret that, but so what? it was a mistake, we both know it, and continuing to fuck a teenager isn’t a good idea. especially not one as batshit crazy as i am. i cried, of course i did, but then i got mad, and i got mean. it’s been a while since you had to deal with teenage girls, and you’d forgotten how ruthless we could be, how brutal in our insults, how steadfast in our threats. you’d forgotten that blackmail is our greatest weapon.

somewhere in the middle of fucking me and dumping me you’d made the mistake of trusting me. you don’t know when, exactly, but there was a moment when you’d left me alone, and i’d sifted through the bathroom trash and dug out one of the used condoms. dumped the contents in my fertile cunt. made sure to use several batches, just to be sure. you know this because after you dumped me, you found an envelope of empty condoms in your mailbox. shortly after, five positive pregnancy tests. then, more voicemails.

the first was cordial. matter-of-fact, to the point. i want you to take it back. i want you to admit that you knew what you were doing when you fucked me. i want you to admit you loved it. we both know you did. we both know you want to do it again. you want to fuck me because i’m tighter and younger than your wife. admit it. you want to because it makes you hard knowing that i’m just a kid. you like to fuck kids, don’t you? yeah, you do.

you delete that one, shamefully, after fucking your fist to the memory of popping my cherry.

the second is meaner. if you don’t leave her for me then i am going to tell on you. i’ll tell her first, do her the honor of coming to her as a woman, and let her leave you heartbroken and alone. then i’ll tell my folks. they’ll report you. you’ll lose your wife, your job, your stability, your freedom. everyone you meet for the rest of your life will know that you wanted me so bad you couldn’t help it.

you call back, beg for mercy, offer everything you can. you attempt to bribe me, to no avail. then you offer your attention, your love, your life. we both know you belong to me anyways; those offers mean nothing when they are already mine. i pretend to think on it regardless.

the last is a single sentence. a siren call.

my folks are out of town for the weekend.

[daughterpelt]

new blog. still that same old obsessive kid

[sadisticdepravity]

Visit Original Link

[the-ungentle-gentleman]

Some of my favorite sounds in the world occur with my cock deep in a slut’s tight ass.

[kitekestrel]

Didn’t even need to touch myself to be soaking wet after that

[prince-of-patriarchy]

How many of your bitches will admit to spoiling your panties after hearing a whore getting mercilessly ass raped and being made to admit she was born for this?

[mybodyallyours-deactivated20220]

posting it again bc it’s a masterpiece

[littledreamgirl-deactivated2023]

oh. my. god.

[thedisguatingone666]

Perfect

[drtyfreak3]

Listen

[growth-opportunities]

"I'll buy you another gallon of milk! Fuck, I'll buy your groceries for a year, just put that thing down! No, don't- OOUUGGHHHNNN! F-fuck... Look what you've fucking done to me! My boobs were perfect and now they're huge and gross and none of my cuts bras are gonna fit and- Aaahhhnnnn~ S-stop that! Fuck, this bra is getting so tight! I don't think it'll last much longer! I'm sorry, okay?! I'm sorry for drinking your milk without asking! I promise I'll replace it, I... Wait... Don't look at me like that... What do you mean, you know I'll replace it? What are you doing? Oh, God, you're going to turn me into a fucking cow, aren't you? I swear to God, if you make me make milk I'll- OOUUGGHHHNNN FFFFFUUUUUUCK!"

[cuteslutdiary]

I want to be recorded during sex without someone getting my permission. In the middle of you fucking me just be like

“Hold on hold on stay right there.” And next thing I know just pull out, shine the camera at me, and thrust your full length in without warning me just to hear me scream. Don’t delete it either

[milesvrksgn]

Yes, all cunts should be recorded while fucking, and there should be an online archive. Whenever you meet one, like a friend of a friend, a blind date, a teacher, a job applicant, whatever, if they have a cunt, you should be able to look up how their face contorts and how their tits bounce while they're on all fours begging for someone to fuck them harder. So you can decide whether you want to see it in person

[sillygalxoxox]

we should have a code you can scan and see all the pictures and videos that have been added of us

[parttimebully]

A QR tramp stamp, would be a nice fucking touch.

[dirtyyoungthingg]

its been a long ass week. your boss has been up your ass every day, always haranguing you with stupid bullshit. all you wanna do is relax, unwind, drink a few beers, and rot on the couch for a little while. and that's what you've done this evening. by the time i get home from going to the mall with my friends, you're quite a few beers deep.

i know how you get when you drink. stern. blunt. handsy. i try to pass by the couch quickly on my way inside, but you catch my wrist at the last second and pull me towards you. "c'mere. come have a drink with your old man." you pat the spot next to you on the couch as you take a long sip.

"dad, i'm not old enough to drink yet…" i shrink back a bit but you quickly decide you're having none of that. you suddenly pull me onto your lap so that i'm straddling you.

"it's been a real hard week, babydoll. please, just have a sip." you hold the bottle up to my mouth and help me sip. "theeere you go. see? it doesn't bite." i wince at the taste and try to swallow quickly so i don't have to taste it for long. "good girl. go on, have some more." i try to refuse, but you snake your hand to the base of my scalp and pull my head back, forcing my mouth open. you pour more of the beer down my throat and force me to swallow it. i'm all sorts of dizzy now, and you can tell. "god, you're such a fuckin' baby. can't handle the taste of a little beer, can't handle how fuzzy it makes that dumb little kiddo brain of yours." you make me finish off what's in the bottle. i'm too warm and fuzzy to refuse anymore. you watch as i lazily sip from the bottle, my tongue tracing the spout slightly as i try to get the very last drops out. your hands settle on my hips as an awful awful thought enters your brain.

your hands start to trace up and down my thighs, riding up my skirt inch by inch. "i like this skirt, baby. you get it at the mall today?" i dazedly nod, a drunken smile creeping across my face. i like the touch. your hands slide further and further up before hooking themselves in the string of my underwear. you hum softly as the fabric of my skirt rides up enough to where you can see the delicate lace covering your daughter's cunt. "and these? are these new?" i nod again and wiggle my hips slightly as you slide them down. you help me take them off under the guise of 'getting a closer look', but really its just so you can discard them before i realize they're gone. you suspect you could have just ripped them off of me in my lush state.

you grab the discarded bottle from earlier and begin to trace the spout of the bottle along my slit. i whimper softly, confused. "d-dad… what're you doin'?" you shush me as you start to tease the bottle between the folds of my little pussy. "shh. you know dad's had a long week, right?" i nod. "and you know that dad loves taking care of you, right? he loves when you buy cute little skirts with the money he makes." i nod again, letting out a soft, breathy moan as you force the bottle a bit deeper. "well, dad just works so hard, and no one helps him relax like his sweet little doll of a daughter does." you lean forward and press kisses to my neck. i can smell the beer on your breath from here. you grab one of my hips with your other hand and guide me to grind down on the bottle as i let out another sickly sweet moan. "such a good girl. dad's gonna play with you a while, okay? and by the end of it, you'll see that nothing's wrong with sharing a drink with dad every now and again."

[g-k444]

I come into the car wash for my job interview. I just need this job so that I can get enough money to pay my bills as a Uni student - and when the interviewer takes me behind the car wash and provides me with a sponge, bucket, brush and spray hose and tells me to wash his care to prove my aptitudes, I comply.

Washing, scrubbing, wiping - I do it all and pay no attention to how I let thick white soapy suds over my shirt nor how my interviewer now looks to how my tits swing beneath my neckline as I wipe the bumper, or how my ass stretches my trousers as I bend over to dunk the sponge again.

I'm only thrown off guard when you use the spray hose - a jet of cold water splashing my neck before the cold fluid envelopes my body, shocking me into freezing under the wash of coldness

then i look down. to my soaked shirt, plastered to my body and outlining my skin and dark bra, clearly showing my chest heave up and down with heavy breaths as I ask-"What the hell?!"

"How badly do you want the job?" "Oh yeah, you really want it?" "What, you're willing to beg for this job? Oh, that won't be necessary-" "Prove how much you want it. Get on the bumper and fuck yourself with the brush."

It's got to be a joke. It can't be serious.

I freeze - shocked - and I'm horrified as the interviewer reaches out to grab me, pushing my body against the bumper and bending me over like a convict - grunting into my ear as he says fine, not willing to cooperate, I'll show you how to do what you're told-

His hands rip my trousers down and I let out a cry of protest, though it falls on empty ears, as he clapped his hand against my ass firmly, leaving it stinging before I feel something hard and plastic breach my hole - something shoved up my pussy and making me cry and thrash under his grip, tears clouding my eyes as I fight to get out of this position.

"Won't fuck yourself with the brush, fine, I'll do it for you, you inconsiderate bitch - how's that feel - does it hurt? fucking good - d'you want to be a good little bitch and do it yourself now?"

I nod and babble as I feel you keep hammering the object into my hole, feeling your hands both grip my ass to lift me and place me on the bumper.

"Go on then. fuck yourself with it."

With cries and sniffs I grip the brush that projects from my pussy and pull the handle out of my, before letting out a cry at how pathetic I am to comply with these violent orders, as I plunge myself back down onto the brush - "pleasuring" myself for the interviewer who has sat himself in the front seat of the car to look at me through the windshield.

I lower my head in shame as I bring myself up and down on the brush, humiliated and horrified at what the fuck i'm doing, before looking back through to the interviewer through the windscreen and seeing that he's holding his phone up - recording me sheathing the callous object into my pussy and how I cry whilst I do it.

I try to cover my face - my red, crying, humiliated face - and that only makes the man get out of the car and pull me off of the bumper by my hair, holding it firmly at his hips so that I'm forced onto my knees, before he unbuckles his trousers and shoves his cock into my mouth - using the moisture from my cries to lubricate his cock as I'm forced to blowjob him, crying around his cock whilst he uses my hair to pull my mouth up and down his cock like a fleshlight for his pleasure.

but he doesn't cum down my throat, just before he cums he pulls me off of his cock and pushes me to the side so that he can point his cock and fire his cum over the windshield instead. And then turn to me.

"You're nearly hired. Last step of the interview is to take your shirt off, get some suds on your tits, and use them to wipe my cum from the windshield. Maybe then if you get me hard enough, I'll cum somewhere that won't leave as much of a mess."

[milkyhoneybee]

You know how some offices have a dog or other pet to help keep workers calm and happy? I want to be an office hucow. I'd have a nice little inside barn set up where people could take a break and come and brush me or give me scritches/pat me, feed me things, or they could take me outside to watch me gambol about in the sun before their next meeting

Cows are, after all, very cute and friendly, and they make friends and love to play!

Of course, they also love to lick things, whether that's a sweet treat or something saltier (or more umami), pulling up a skirt or opening trousers to let me get my dextrous, curious tongue on whatever they have for me, lowing and mooing excitedly whenever I get a treat

And, obviously, I need to be milked regularly. My udders would be kept plump and drained through the day to get me making more and more milk (on top of the supplements and medicine they give me to keep my production at max rate), and every time I hit a new growth milestone for them, there would be a little team celebration

They attach me to a milking machine mostly, while I kneel and chew on oats or watch them in the office, occasionally shaking my head so the bell around my neck clangs and my big floppy ears flick around, my tail twitching. Sometimes though, people want to drink from my teats directly or they'll get a stool and milk me themselves-- it's actually considered part of people's onboarding process, learning how to milk me so I don't get too full since that's painful for me, and as cute as it is to see me leaking and mooing for release, it makes it more difficult for the cleaners, plus it's bad for my health. Plus, my milk is super good for everyone else to drink

As long as people clean up after themselves, they're allowed to fuck me whenever they want, especially when I go into heat. Sometimes they need to put me on a special breeding rig to keep me from interrupting calls and meetings when I'm too loud, a fat dildo plunging into my cow cunt with a ring gag or dildo gag in my mouth depending on how quiet they need me

People are always surprised at how much they can fit inside my pussy, but it still feels hot at wet and so good to fuck, even after I'm stretched out, though sometimes they might need to spank my rear to get me to tighten back up after a heavy use or stretching session

I'd be such a happy office cow, and all the workers in my company would know how much I loved them and wanted them to enjoy their jobs

[eroreverie]

It Started With a Hairbrush

I really hadn’t meant to obviously, but I had accidentally left a video on my lap top of me using a hair brush on my self that I’d made for my boyfriend. I didn’t even think about it when my step father had asked to use my lap top. And I honestly didn’t even remember it at all. Not even after catching his eye brow raises at me. I’d  definitely felt a different vibe from him over the next few days, and I brushed off the several lip lickings he’d done while looking at me while sitting at the dinner table, or on the couch while watching tv with him and my mom.

It wasn’t until my mom got called into work three nights later and it was just me and him at home on the couch watching tv.

As the movie we were watching went to commercial he looked over at me.

“What?” I said furrowing my eyebrows looking at him, wondering why he was staring.

He smirked. “nothing at all.”

“What’s that look for then?” I asked.

“Just thinking.” he said.  

I rolled my eyes. “About?”

He seemed annoyed by my eye roll as he sat up straight from slouching on the couch.

“About whether or not a hair brush is all you’ve ever had in your pussy” he said bluntly.

I sat up straight now. “Excuse me, ..what?”

He laughed. “See, here I thought..you had done it on purpose” he said.

“done what on purpose?” I said, I remembered the video I had made, but wasn’t sure how he knew about it, and then it hit me.

“Shit” I said.

He laughed.

“You weren’t supposed to see that.” I said, then I thought about and got a little angry. “wait…You watched it?!”

He laughed. “Well, I didn’t know it was you at first….not till after you came, and you know…” he said laughing and I felt embarrassed. I knew what he meant, he didn’t know it was me because it started as the close up of my pussy , and after I came i’d shown myself sucking my juices off the handle of the brush, and licking it.

“Oh my god..” I said putting my head in my hands.

“I thought you left it on there on purpose, I thought you wanted me to see it or something.” he said with another laugh.

“Why would I want you to see that?!” I yelled looking at him, I was mortified.

He shrugs. “dont know…I know how hormones are at your age..figured you were trying to seduce me” he laughed again.

I scoffed. “Augh gross.” I glared at him.

He laughed. “Hey…” he said acting offended as he held his hand to chest. “Dont hurt my feelings now.”

“Did you tell my mom?” I asked him in a panic.

“Pfft, absolutely not..and I’m not going to…don’t worry miss porn star…your secret is safe with me…” he said teasing me.

“Augh” I said. “this is so fucking embarrassing” I said holding my face in my hands again.

“meh…” he said. “Not that big of a deal…we can just act like i never saw it..”

“yeah right..” I said looking at him.

He grinned. “ You’re right…it’s going to be pretty hard to forget.”

I glared at him. “Shut up..it’s not funny”

He shook his head. “Oh I’m not joking….can’t really forget something like that…”

I sighed, and felt sick. My own step father had seen my pussy. Not only that but saw me fucking it with my hair brush. Saw my putting said hairbrush in my mouth and sucking it afterwards. I swore to myself at that moment Id never take another video, another nude ever again. My boyfriend would have to deal with it.

“If it makes you feel any better, it was really fucking sexy” he said.

I glared at him again and gave him a look. “WHY would that make me feel better, and DON’T BE GROSS!” I exclaimed.  “you’re my STEP FATHER!”

He shrugged. “But I’m still a man. And I just meant…whoever the video was meant for, will enjoy it…i mean….made my dick hard” he shrugged.

“Gross!” I said.

He laughed. “What? Was that not your intention, to make someones dick hard?”

“Not YOURS!” I yelled.

“Well sorry, like I said, didn’t even know it was you at first…so..yeah…my dick got hard.” he threw his hands up. “I’m a man for fucks sake…even after i realized it was you , the shit stayed hard as a rock.”

“Stop it! Gross! Stop! I don’t want to hear that!” I yelled shaking my head. “oh my god…so gross.”

“guess I shouldn’t tell you I watched it more than once then, huh?” he laughed slightly.

I was fuming. This was NOT funny. “What?! You did what?”

“Oh yeah..” he grinned and laughed. “Watched it about five more times…you really know how to work a guy up.” he said looking at me.

“Disgusting” I said.

He looked at me. “Sent it to my email too….watched the next day, the next…a few times this morning…” he said.

“Stop it!” I said at first thinking he was teasing me. and watched him pull his phone out of his pocket and then tap the screen a few times and then turned the screen towards me. I gasped when I saw my video on his phone, the start of the video, my hair brush inside of my cunt, and the play button on the middle of the frozen screen.

“Oh my god! Delete that ! right now!” I screeched as I got up and lunged over the couch for his phone. He laughed holding it up in the air , my hands causing him to drop the phone behind him on the floor behind the couch.

“Oh come on…don’t take away the best spank bank material ive had in years” he said laughing as I tried to crawl over him and off the couch, but he grabbed me aggressively and pulled me back over his lap, his hands quickly smacking my ass through my leggings.

“Ow! What the fuck!” I yelled as I tried to push myself up as he laid me over his lap, holding me back down and smacking my ass again, harder. “what the fuck are you doing! Let me go!” I yelled as his hand then went between my legs and pushed against my cunt through my pants, grabbing it, rubbing it.

“Fucking quit it!” I squirmed more, seriously trying to get up, and then his hands leaving my cunt to assist his other hand in holding me down over his lap.

“that shit looked so fucking wet” he said shaking me as if to command me to hold still. “let me make it drip just like it did in your little video, hmm?” he said with a growl as he shook me again as I continued to squirm, slapping my ass , what felt like as hard as he could.

“you’re sick!, fucking stop !” I yelled.

“If you’re fucking yourself with hairbrushes baby, you’ve gotta be desperate “ he said and pushed his hand back over my pussy grabbing it.

“you need a few fingers in that tight little thing don’t you?” he laughed and growled at the same time and I felt his fingers push hard against my pussy, rubbing me.

“No i dont! I said.

“I think you fucking do” he said, and I felt his hand go right down the back of my pants and back between my legs, and he pushed his fingers up and down my pussy, between my lips, pushing my thong panty into my cunt. “Take these fucking pants off, and your little thong” he growled. As his hand slid out of my pants and started to push them down, I squirmed getting away off the couch, but only helped him to pull off my pants as I crawled away from him. Feeling his hand grab , scratching at my lower back and he grabbed the back of my thong, ripping it as he pulled at it. I screamed as he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me back to him, my back to him as I squirmed against him, putting my legs straight and pushing the heels of my foot against the floor, making my whole body stiff, trying to make it hard for him to hold me, as I rocked side to side, trying to get out of his hold.

“Let me fucking go!” I said, as he laughed at how mad and frustrated I was getting.

“You need to calm down and let daddy dip his fingers in that sweet little pussy..” he growled in my ear. and I snarled and shook my head.

“No!” I said “Let me GO!”

He chuckled and raised his hand to my throat, the other wrapped tightly around me as he growled into my ear.

“I’ll tell your mother all about your little porn video you’re sending to you boyfriend…and ill post that shit…all over the fucking internet…im sure good ole grandpa would love to see his sweet angel being a whore when I send it to him on Facebook” he laughed.

“you wouldnt fucking do that!” I challenged.

“To get my fingers in that pussy…I’d do just about anything” he said, and the way he had said it, I believed him.

“Don’t know why you’re even fighting it…you know it’s going to feel good…you know your pussy is going to love having my fingers inside it..” he laughed as he held me back against him, holding my face now with one hand, his other reaching down, rubbing my pussy, all four fingers just pressed against my pussy lips, massaging my pussy, my clit. I whimpered in disgust, whimpered because even though I didn’t want it, of course it felt good anyways.

“I hate you” I seethed.

He laughed. “I know.”

“So much so..” he said as he slid his fingers down, letting one of them push between my pussy lips and near my hole. “ that you’re already fucking wet.” he said as he pushed it into my wetness and dragged it back up to my clit rubbing it. I squirmed.

“little hair brush fucker…” he teased me and continued to rub my clit in little circles, still squirming to slightly protest, trying to let him know I didn’t want this, even though the more he did it, the more it was harder for me to believe I didn’t.

I squealed as he quickly grabbed my legs flipping them up holding his one arm under my knees, holding my legs up as his hands rubbed my ass and smacked my cunt. I jumped as I sat curled almost into a ball.

“time to make all the hair brushes in the house jealous.. “ he said as his hand then reached back to my pussy and his finger rubbed against my hole.

I hated the teasing remarks he made about the hair brush, but I gasped slightly as his finger teased my hole.

“Mmmm” he laughed slightly. “good little hair brush fucker…” he said.

“shut up..” I said as I panted and bit my lip as he continued to tease me. I whimpered, hating myself , wondering if I should put up a fight again.

He laughed and the tip of his finger pushed inside and made me squirm as he held me curled up.

“mmm…” he said sliding his finger in and listening to me curse.

“oh fuck” I whimpered as his finger sunk into me.

“We should make our own little video..” he groaned. “Show your boyfriend how your step daddy fingers that pussy?”

I said nothing , and did nothing but moan as he began to fuck my pussy with his finger, my hands curling, grabbing onto his pants.

“Make a bunch of videos of me putting all sorts of things inside that pussy…would you like that…I bet you would..” he groaned and I moaned.

“So fucking tight, I wonder what we can fit in here.. “ he said groaning as we both listened to the sound of my pathetic cunt, soaking wet, being fingered.

“Mmmm sounds even wetter than it did in the video” he groaned. “Do my fingers get you wetter than that fucking hair brush?” he growled.

I whimpered and felt my pussy squeeze itself, I wanted more, I wanted it faster, I wanted him to make me cum just like I did on my hairbrush.

“Yes” I answered his question.

“Mmmmmm” he groaned. “You need more fingers.” he said, skipping over just two and adding three, I moaned out loudly and panted as he started to drive them into me.

“oh fuck” I yelped as my whole body was shaking with the force his hand was giving his three fingers as they fucked me.

“I think you need to let me record my fingers fucking your little pussy, show you off to all the guys at work, they’ll be jealous knowing what a little slut of a step daughter i have” he growled. “show them how wet your teenage pussy gets, how fucking tight, that you can barely handle three fingers” he groaned shoving them in harder, and throwing me to the side onto my back , and getting up on his knees on the couch between my legs looking down at me. I watched him undo his belt buckle.

“It’s no hair brush” he said, as he grinned taking out his hard cock, stroking it, so proud of all his hair brush teasing. He looked thick, and his dick looked painful, bigger than any of my boyfriends for sure.

He grabbed my phone off the table, and I didn’t stop him as he pressed record, pointing the camera at my face.

“Your girl just let me finger her pussy…get it real nice and fucking wet…” he pushed my legs apart further and lowered the camera, with one hand and pushed two fingers back into me, fucking me again, fast, making sure that the camera would pick up the sounds of my wet cunt, I could feel it dripping, and I moaned, arching my back, cursing as his fingers curled inside me.

“I’m about to make your bitch cum all over her step daddys dick…” he said. “her hair brush if off duty today…hope you enjoy watching me fill her pussy up with my dick….and putting a  nice big load in that cunt…” he said slapping his cock on my pussy, making sure the camera panned in closer as the head of his cock pushed against my hole.

“tell the camera you want daddy to put it in you” he said pointing the camera back at me.

I bit my lip, as I arched my back in anticipation my ass lifting from the couch.

I looked into the camera. “Put it in me.”

[dumblittlegirll-deactivated2023]

reblog this if you agree that:

women shouldn’t vote

women shouldn’t have any rights

women are born to serve men

rape isn’t real

men have it way harder than women

women’s opinions, thoughts and feelings don’t matter

all women, no matter how hard they deny it, deep down know their purpose is to serve men and be sex dolls

feminism brainwashes women into thinking they’re human beings and somehow equal to men

women need men to make their decisions for them

it’s not natural for a women to be a leader

women are naturally weak and have zero smarts

women let emotions get in the way of everything and they’re intolerable to be around unless they understand their purpose

women should be seen and not heard

women are born to be slaves

i love being a good girl, im so happy i’ve embraced the patriarchy and how much i love men🥰

[pregnancypreacher-deactivated20]

All women are just breeding stock

Baby factories should only speak when asking for groceries, meal requests, and creampie cravings

[keepingmywombfilled]

👍♥️

[voxhypno]

At a certain point, you just have to accept that you're nothing but a dumb ditzy milk cow. A walking pair of udders, made to be teased and tugged and played with.

It feels so good to think about, doesn't it? There's no worry as a cow, no pressure, except for the pressure building up inside your udders, waiting for the overwhelming pleasure of being milked.

It's so satisfying to put those teats of yours on display. Low-cut tops, no bra, even just walking, and eventually crawling, around the house completely topless. It's just so much better for everyone to see your greatest assets.

Dumber and happier every time they're ogled, squeezed, massaged and groped. That rush of pleasure just washing over your brain so easily, irresistibly, and leaving you giggly and floaty as your udders only feel more and more arousal.

I wonder how long you'll try and resist? Will you fight these urges, struggle against the natural compulsion to keep your udders exposed and ready?

Or are you already clumsily tugging at your teats, pulling your shirt off to show off like a good cow?

Awww, silly heifer. Can't help but shake and bounce those udders, and can't resist giving me a nice, long...

...moooooooo~

[masochistic-angel-fairy-deactiv]

virgin girl with a pain and rape kink 🤝 daddy that will take out all his anger on her

[rape-me-daddy-please]

Need a daddy like this