just thinking about having a sleazy more experienced woman invade my personal space when I'm a little tipsy and shy at a club or party or something
and she keeps handing me drinks and telling me to relax and just have oooone more sip she promises, even though I think she said that the last ummm 4? 5? sips? it's so hard to keep track
and heyyy when did these other people come overrr and when did my top get pulled down? waaaait can... can everyone see my tits right now? is someone touching me?? and ohhh,.. she's tilting m- my head back and pouring anotherrr shot,. ,. into., my mouthhhh....ehehehe.,,.
a fantasy: what if a couple of guys from housekeeping walk into my hotel room and discover me passed out and naked on the bed.
oh sure, they’d gone through the standard procedure of knocking on the door and saying “housekeeping!”, but hearing no answer, and seeing no “do not disturb” sign, they assumed the room was empty and used their card to enter.
they see my dress and shoes from last night thrown on the floor. they see the empty bottles of alcohol on the table. they see my naked body on the bed…I look so tempting. i’m lying on my stomach, with one leg pulled up towards my body. my shaved cunt is exposed. my ass is there for the taking…. and take it they will.
one guy shuts the door. they both climb onto the bed. i don’t stir. they get their cocks out. they see that there is cum already dripping out of my ass and cunt - it’s clear that i’m a horny little slut. they use all of my holes. they grope my tits. they slap my ass. i don’t stir for any of it. they cum inside me a couple of times each. i’m nothing but a pliant sex doll for them to use.
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one of those hole-in-the-wall gloryholes where you lay down and the wall covers you at the waist, but being forced into it. legs spread, raised and restrained, but arms fully free to move so you can bang on the walls and scream all you want while you get fucked, but can't really do anything
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Light, camera… sex!
Satyr x fem!reader || sex toys, exhibitionism (technically), voyeurism (technically), (light) dirty talk, dom/sub dynamic
“Did you open it?” He asks as soon as you turn the camera on.
You chuckle, showing him the unopened package in your hands. He’s one of your special ones, requesting a virtual session at least once a week. And this week is special, his birthday was a couple of days ago (he told you), and he sent you a present to celebrate it.
You know he’s been waiting for a while, the little light that alerts you of somebody in the chatroom turned on a few minutes ago as you put on your pretty lingerie for him. He must be impatient…
“I just picked it up, I thought we’d open it together so you can see my reaction,” you tell him between giggles as you watch him squirm on his seat.
He put the camera in your favorite angle, his whole body visible, including his goat-like kegs and hooves. Fuck, you love being a cam-girl when he books your time. You can’t see his face, but it’s not a need, not when he talks and your whole body ignites with the need to obey.
“Open it, open it,” he urges. His voice lacks the usual dominance, his excitement making him sound almost cute. A cute satyr that’s going to order you around until you come harder than ever.
You smile at the camera, adjusting it so he can see your body completely as you start unwrapping the present very slowly. He groans in frustration and you let out a giggle. His hand is covering the front of his boxers, and you almost want to bargain with him to let you see. But you know this isn’t about you, no in that way. He enjoys ordering you around, and you are more than happy to obey. Especially when it leads to fantastic orgasms.
You rip the paper and let out a squeal when the logo of your favorite toy brand appears. “You didn’t,” you say looking to the camera, unbelieving.
The toy before you is the exact replica of a satyr’s dick. You’ve been considering getting it for a while, but the price tag on it always stopped you. You drooled every time you saw his dick, though. He looked so fucking good, all big and curved and with ridges that looked good enough to make you soak your panties through just looking at it. And now you have a perfect replica of one, in your favorite color, in front of you.
“Do you like it, kitten?” His voice gets a tad too lower when he adds: “Are you going to play with it for me?” You let out a moan, nodding frantically as you take it out of the box and feel the weight of it in your hand.
“Let me- Let me go wash it.” You almost run to the bathroom to grab your toy cleaning supplies, not wanting to leave him alone for even a second.
The second you sit back on your bed and reposition the camera, the first thing you see is that he’s boxer-less and you can see his beautiful dick right there. You moan and you can feel his smirk when he asks: “Are you ready?”
You part your legs, knowing fully well what position he wants you in. He always chooses the same one, with your legs bent and your pussy fully exposed. “Ye- yes, sir,” you let out in a breath, your heartbeat erratic in anticipation.
You guide the toy over your already soaked panties, rubbing the tip up and down until you let out a broken moan and he whines. “Kitten, take the panties off, show me the prettiest pussy in the universe.”
You blush as you obey, throwing the panties to the side and rubbing the dildo up and down, getting it ready with your own juices as you moan loudly. His compliments always make you wetter, and he knows it very damn well.
His hand starts moving up and down his shaft, and you lick your lips. “Tell me. Tell me how it feels, kitten.”
“So good, sir. So, so good.” You let out in a broken tone that leaves no doubt that you are saying the truth.
The ridges feel incredible against your clit and you want nothing more than to stick it in and see how it would feel against your G-spot, but you take your time. You know he likes when you are so worked up you start crying by the time the dildo gets in your pussy.
“Do you like your new toy? Do you like to play with your pretty cunt as I watch?” He teases, his hand going faster as your breathing gets shallower. “Fuck your pretty pussy, kitten. Let me watch how well you’d take my cock.”
You cry out your response. “Yes. Fuck, yes. Sir.”
The dildo feels extra heavy when you position it against your entrance, pressing lightly and letting out a whorish moan as you do. He chuckles, and urges you to continue. It’s hard at first, the dildo too big, but you get there. Rubbing your clit with your other hand as you keep pushing until it’s fully inside.
“Fuck yourself, kitten. Do it.” You pull it out and back in, a thrust to harsh it sends sparks of pain mixed with the pleasure that only make you feel better. “Open your eyes, kitten, look at the screen.” You do as told, your body clenching hard around the toy when you see his hand wrapped around his impressive dick.
“Yes, sir. Fuck, yes. Sir. Sir, please,” you chant incoherence.
You move your wrist faster, harder, fucking yourself at a punishing pace. It feels fucking incredibly and you can already feel the telltale signs of your orgasm at the edge of your vision.
“You look so good when you touch yourself for me. I love how pretty your nipples are, how wet your cunt gets for me. You are such a dirty girl when you want to, don’t you, kitten?” You can’t do anything but moan. “Turn around. Let me see your tight hole clenching as you hit your G-spot.”
You look at him in confusion, but do as told. You kneel in the bed ass up as you reach down and keep moving the toy inside of you. It takes you a second to recognize what he’s done. In this position you can feel the weight of the toy against your G-spot, making everything a lot more intense as you fuck yourself for him.
“Just like that, kitten. You look so good when you do that. Such a pretty cunt. Such a pretty human fucking herself for me.” His praises are getting to your head, making everything fuzzy at the edges as you chase your orgasm.
“You love it, don’t you? You love to be showing me all your intimate parts as I jerk myself off, don’t you? You love being observed. What a dirty, dirty kitten.” You moan, head thrown back and back arched as you fuck yourself faster. “Just like that, keep going, kitten. Make yourself come for me.”
You try to respond, but what leaves your mouth is only a squeal as you arch your hips a tiny fraction, enough to make the base of the toy rub just perfectly against your clit, amplifying the sensations. “I’m gonna- I’m gonna…”
You don’t finish the phrase before you are screaming at the top of your lungs, hips jerking involuntarily as you hold the toy inside of you as you clench over it. The orgasm is intense enough to make your legs give up under you, ending in a very undignified position on the bed as the last aftershocks rock your body.
When you turn around, face all flushed after coming harder than ever, his hairy tummy is painted with his come, and he’s breathing hard, making you feel the sexiest woman in the world. “I’ll see you next week, kitten. Get your pretty pussy ready.” He disconnects the call.
If you fuck yourself twice more to the thought of what’s to come next session… that’s only for you to know.
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You're at the club. Your friend has abandoned you to drink alone. You saw her grinding on some guy earlier, and you guess (correctly) that she's off in some corner somewhere getting railed. You sigh, wishing you could be so lucky.
I watch you take a long sip of your drink. Good. The stuff I put in there is strong, but I still need you to take a few good swallows, or you'll just be sloppy, blackout drunk. Still fun for me, but not what I'm looking for tonight. You set the drink on the bar and turn out to the dance floor. Maybe my little cocktail has given you the confidence to shake your ass a bit, or maybe you're looking for some fresh air. It doesn't really matter, because as soon as you try to take a step you stumble and begin to fall. I'm there in an instant, steadying you, holding you upright as your knees buckle, getting your arm over my shoulder. "Hey now," I say, "looks like someone had too much to drink. Let me get you to somewhere you can sit down."
I give your breast a squeeze as I lead you. it's nice and soft, just like I thought it'd be, and you don't say a word in protest. That means it's working. I take you to the back of the club, where the men's bathroom is. By now I'm basically dragging you, your toes sliding along the floor, your head hanging limp in front of you. I have to put you down for a moment to prop open the door, and the sticky, sour-smelling grime of the club floor leaves a residue on your legs and the ass of your dress. That's fine. You'll be a lot messier by the time the night is through.
This particular bathroom is the reason I chose this club. There's an area where two counters of sinks face each other, each with a huge wall mirror above it. I lift you up to sit on one of the counters, propping you up in the corner so you stay upright. I check your eyes—a little sluggish, but responsive. Perfect. I turn your head to face the other mirror. I want you to see everything. I hike up your dress, and I'm surprised to see you aren't wearing panties. Even more surprising, your pussy is already soaking wet. I look into your eyes again, and I can almost imagine there's something in them. Something hungry.
You're more of a slut than I expected.
Not one to pass up an invitation, I take out my cock and begin to fuck you. You're exactly what I needed: tight, warm, wet. You sit limply as I I pound away at you for a while, watching in the mirror as I use you, Unable to look away. I wonder whether you would if you could.
Then the door opens, and a big guy with a protruding belly comes in. He starts when he sees us, looks like he's deciding if he needs to call someone. I wave him over. "Here, I was pretty much done anyway. Why don't you take a turn?" He's all too happy to oblige, and while he's unzipping his pants I take the permanent marker out of my pocket and take a moment to write on your inner thighs. On one side, the word FREE. On the other: CUNT.
The big guy is eager, I'll give him that much. He starts going to town on you like you're his favorite fleshlight, and he hasn't gotten to cum in months. A few more guys come in while he's doing his business, and after a moment's conference they come over to wait their turn. I watch in satisfaction as the big guy throws his head back, moaning and shooting cum into your pink little pussy. He thanks me, and while he's washing his hands the next guy starts in on you.
The word gets around pretty quick. Before long the bathroom is full of guys waiting to fuck you. The demand is so great, I agree to let them lay you on your side so they can fuck your mouth and ass too. All I demand is that they don't block your view of the mirror. That's the most important part, to me. I want to show you what a whore you are. You're no more than an an object, a collection of warm holes to stick our cocks in. The biggest difference between you and a fleshlight is we don't have to clean you up when we're done with you.
I stay there and enjoy the show for a good few hours, but eventually it's time for me to cum. The hard part is deciding where. Your mouth looks inviting, and I'm sure your asshole is nice and tight, but in the end I decide I didn't get enough of your pussy before. And besides, it's not free mouth or ass. It's free cunt. I wait for the guy currently on you to drop his load—I'm nothing if not courteous—and then I step in and take up where he left off. I try to fuck the cum of all these guys deeper into you, imagining it taking root in your womb. And then I feel something. Your pussy twitches, contracts ever-so-slightly around my cock. I look down at your face, and see you closing your eyes, almost as if in pleasure. Looks like it's time to go; my little cocktail is wearing off. I unload my balls into you, the pent-up cum of hours spent touching myself while I watched these strangers rape you. Maybe it's just my imagination, but I'd swear I hear a soft, desperate moan escape you. Hard to be sure, of course; the cock in your throat mostly drowns it out.
I turn for one last look before I leave. The rush has died down by now, but there's still a good number of guys standing around you. I smile. I doubt they'll be going anywhere any time soon. I turn and walk out the door.
As the drugs wear off, you begin to regain some control of your faculties. You wiggle your toes, twitch your fingers. The dull pounding in your lower regions sharpens into a pair of cocks, draining simultaneously into your pussy and your asshole. Your hips gyrate at the sensation, almost outside of your control. You try to lift your head, but the guy fucking your face pushes you back into the counter, your nose in a puddle of cum. He pulls out and ejaculates on your face—not the first guy tonight to finish in this way, by the feel of it.
He lets go and you attempt to sit up again, this time successfully. The party has gotten the hint that you're coming to, and the last of the rapists are filing out now. You sit your bare ass on the counter and look at your self in the mirror. Your face has received so many loads that it's impossible to distinguish them: they run together into a thick coating of cum. Your dress has been torn open to get at your breasts, which are bruised and sore from all the gripping and squeezing they've taken. Your pussy is swollen and red, and more cum drips out of it each time you move. The marker has bled a bit, but the words FREE CUNT are still very legible, and you doubt they'll wash off any time soon.
Cum runs down your leg as you stand. Your dress is ruined. There's no way you'll be getting your tits back into this thing. Best to wait until everyone's gone home, then make a break for it, hope not too many people see you. That gives you a little time.
You wipe a drop of cum that's run down your cheek and now threatens to fall off your chin. You lick it off your finger, almost curiously. Then you lower your hand between your legs and begin to masturbate.
