HI! I'M BLOSSOM. FIRST AND FOR MOST I AM A GODDESS! I KNOW MY WORTH AND WILL ACCEPT NOTHING LESS THAN WORSHIP(or to find a goddess of my own to worship🤭)THAT BEING SAID WELCOME TO MY PAGE! HOPE YOU ENJOY WHAT YOU SEE. SHOOT YOUR SHOT IF YOUR FEELING BLESSED🫶😘
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drinking vodka with my little sister whos 80 pounds lighter than me. forcing her to go shot for shot with me so i can molest her while shes drunk. #woke
🎶Love thy neighbor right? Or is that only if you're rich, able-bodied, cis, hetero, and white🎶
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🎶Let's start a secret society for the wild and free, our ideology, cause we can do what we want, to much is never enough, we are the life, we are the love, we are the envy of the gods above🎶
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🎶I'm about to dead your temper tantrum (KO'd), girl said she loves me 'cause I'm handsome (so handsome), blizzard on the train, hold her for ransom, she knows I write bops, I'm about to top (sloppy)🎶
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🎶Bling-bling, you look so good underneath me, floss my teeth with your G-string, bling-bling, gettin' fucked in every time zone, G-string, yeah, the whole pussy rhinestoned🎶
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🎶I over communicate and feel too much, I just complicate it when I say too much, I laugh about it, dream about that casual touch, sex is fire, sick and tired of acting all tough🎶
It has been a hell of a shift. 7 hours of constant customers with idiotic issues, messes to clean, and the drudgery of management has me feeling pent up and irritated. I decide to go out for a smoke in the last hour to calm my irritation before closing starts and I am up to my neck in more irritation.
As I head out the back door, I ask you to collect the bags and take the trash out for me. You've always been so eager to help me out, always doing anything I ask of you with a smile on your face, so obviously you give me a cheery, "Yes, sir!" and a cute little mock salute before heading off to start. I reach the dumpsters where we are supposed to smoke, light a cigarette and a joint, and puff on each as I pace slowly. As you approach the dumpsters you hear a loud banging sound, me kicking the dumpster with a groan.
Opening the fenced gate, you walk in cautiously, looking up at me.
"Are you alright?" You ask, your usual look of worry (and perhaps lust?) in your eyes when you've seen me lose my temper.
"Shit," I say, shaking my arms and taking another hit off the joint, "I'm sorry. It's just been one of those days, you know?"
You nod, putting you hand on my arm. I feel myself tense at your touch, so light and gentle. Looking down at you right now, I can truly see how small you are. I reach my hand out, offing you the joint.
"I don't really smoke.." you say shyly. I chuckle, holding it to your lips.
"Come on, just one won't kill you." I wink with a smirk, watching you slip and falter awkwardly before leaning in and taking a small drag.
"Atta girl." I say, patting your head softly. Taking a drag off of my cigarette, I lean against the fence wall. You step closer to me, and I take another hit before offering it to you again. You shake your head, turning it down, but I slip the joint between your lips. "Just inhale like a good girl." I say in a gravely whisper.
You are getting a little nervous now. I've never been this pushy toward you before, even as your boss. You reluctantly inhale, and I put my hand over your mouth to force you to hold it in. You start coughing, face red as you pull away from my hand. I put my hand on your back, rubbing it as I laugh.
"What a little light weight." I say with a smirk. You feel my hand creeping down your back slowly in that moment. Your body tense, trembling softly. Fear? Or something else? My fingers dance along your tailbone, teasing the bottom hem of your shirt. When my hand slides under it, rubbing your bare back, you pull away.
I pull you back by the shirt, my hand wrapping around your waist with a tight grip from behind.
"Where do you think you're going?" I ask with a smirk. Your breath catches, and you aren't sure what to say. Your voice is shakey and you try to stay calm as your fight or flight response calls to you.
"I.. have to get back to work.." you stammer out. I laugh, my other hand rubbing your shoulder as the smoke from my joint wafts across your face. The hand on your hip tightens, and you feel the heat of my cigarette cherry threatening to burn your arm if you move the wrong way.
"I mean, who is going to get you in trouble? I'm the one in charge here." My voice is lower now, more stern.
Your heart is beating out of your chest as you feel my lips brush your neck, my hot breath leaving a shivering trail in its wake as my tongue snakes out to lick your neck. I take a drag from the joint before grabbing your face, forcing you to look at me. I use my hand to force your lips open and I kiss you, exhaling and pushing the smoke directly into your lungs as you whine and try to pull away.
Just then, I feel a sharp pain on my lip. You bit me as hard as you could in an attempt to get me off of you. I pull back, groaning from the minor pain and chuckling. I see my blood dripping from your teeth and lip and I growl deeply. I place one hand on the back of your head, grip a fist full of your hair, and I slam your tiny frame against the dumpster.
CLANG "You want..."
CLANG "to play..."
CLANG "rough, little bitch?"
Three hard cracks of your head against the metal as I speak. Pathetic whimpers soften with each one. The sound reverberates through the air, almost silencing everything else. Your body is limp as I hold you up by the hair. It's so simple, you weigh almost nothing in my arms even as dead weight. I can see your chest still moving, and I sigh with relief. At least that's one less thing to worry about.
My cigarette has fallen by now, having burned your arm in the process of knocking you out, but I still have the joint in my hand. With a grin, I press it against your neck, just at the base of your jaw under your ear. Hidden enough that you won't notice it immediately. I flick the joint in the ash can and turn my attention back to you.
Looking at you completely helpless in front of me, I feel my cock throb. I have wanted this opportunity for so long, and I guess you don't need to remember our first time. I always will.
I turn you so that I am behind you again, holding you up by the back of your neck against the dumpster. With my other hand, I reach around and unbutton your pants, pushing them and your panties down to your knees and pushing your legs open slightly. I slip my fingers between your thighs. You are already wet as my fingers find your pussy.
"Must not have been so upset about me touching you after all, huh you little slut?" I groan to myself, cock throbbing as two fingers slide into you with ease. My chest pressed against your back for added support of your limp body, I kiss your neck. Blood from my lip trailing along behind like a road map of where I am violating you. My fingers curl inside, moving faster as I explore your soft insides.
No resistance.
No acceptance.
Just my desire to be inside of you as I molest your unconscious body against a dirty dumpster..
I was a little more keyed up for this one than I expected because it is an exact scenario I was thinking about at work the other day while taking out the trash, and it got a bit long, so if anyone wants the Pt. 2 where the real violation happens let me know! I already have it planned out in my head but didn't want this to be forever long and bore everyone.
