cw: public sex, cnc, vibrator, messy overstimulation
The words blur a bit as I stare at the page for longer than normal, shifting as I bite my lip to stop from whining. My eyes dart across the table to his smug face as he turns the page of his own book. A frustrated sound leaves my throat as shifting in my seat does nothing to stifle the steady vibrations throbbing through my core.
Once more, I try to focus on the words before me, setting down the book in a weak attempt to try and take notes. As soon as my pen hits my notebook, the vibrations increase and I almost snap the pen in half as I grip tightly at the table to try and ground myself. My breath comes out in soft pants as I bite back the moans threatening to spill out.
"What's wrong, sunshine? You seem a bit ill," he whispers from across the table, acting concerned as I also notice some other people noticing my disheveled state. I glare daggers at him, but he hides his bites back a sadistic smirk as he tilts his head to the side.
"I'm..." my voice trembles as he increases the setting to max, "f-fine. I just.. n-need to go.. splash some water on my face."
On unsteady legs, I wobble away from the table, but he does nothing to lessen the intense stimulation filling me. The bathroom is in reach, I pick up my pace as I get closer, praying that some cold water will at least soothe the heat rushing through my body. The relief is short lived as I am yanked back into the darkness of one of the aisles of books. The titles blur until I'm pinned between him and the bookshelf.
"What do you think you're doing?" he tilts my chin up when I refuse to look at him. He takes in my glassy eyes and trembling lip with a satisfied sigh, "Do you really think a little cold water can save you?"
Reluctantly, I shake my head in denial as he presses into me, his hand prying my thighs apart as it slides up my skirt. His fingers glide across the soaked material of my panties before pushing past it, massaging the slippery folds of my pussy with a soft groan. "You're absolutely soaked, darling," he murmurs against my ear, his hot breath causing a shiver to rush through my body, "such a fucking slut."
"N-no..." I whine a bit, trying to grab his hand to push it away, but he's already pulling it back, sucking his fingers clean as his eyes darken carnally. My hands still cling to his arm as I watch him, holding my breath a bit as my stomach clenches in excitement.
"Turn around," he murmurs, voice husky with desire.
"W-we could... get caught," I whisper in a panic, shaking my head as I clench my thighs closed tightly as another wave of pleasure rushes through me from the vibrator.
"I said..." his voice is firm and lethal as he yanks me around, pressing my body harder into the books, "turn around."
Suddenly, the vibrations stop, and I feel a strange calmness wash over me as I try to regain my bearings. The relief is short lived as I feel him ram deep inside me, easily as my wetness sucks him in. My mouth opens with a loud cry, but he quickly clamps a hand over it to muffle the sounds.
"Shhhh," he chastises, "you're the one worried about us getting caught."
Despite his words, he rolls his hips, thrusting in aggressively and unapologetically which draws more muffled moans from my throat as he pins me between him and the bookshelf. Every thrust sends me careening closer to the edge as my eyes roll back in my head.
I claw at his hand at my mouth, trying to reason with him, to remind him of the risks. He grabs my chin then, tilting my head back until he can look down at me as he pauses in his thrusting, "What is it?"
"They.. they have cameras," I whimper, shifting on my tiptoes from the angle he has me in.
"I don't really care, sunshine," he responds with a small smirk, "I guess they get to watch as I turn you into my dumb little slut."
His hand slides down to my throat, applying consistent pressure as he gives me a brief messy kiss before pushing me back into position, pumping into me with renewed vigor, almost as if punishing me for interrupting him. His hand on my throat squeezes, stifling some of the obscene cries that leave my throat as he groans next to my ear. His other hand wraps tightly around my waist to hold me in place against him as he uses me as leverage to slam in deeper, harder, abusing my cervix as the pain makes my pussy clench tighter around his cock.
"Fuck.." he hisses, nuzzling a bit into my neck as he begins to kiss, suck, bite, marking up the sensitive flesh there. I grip tightly at the bookshelves for stability as my whole body quivers against him from his frenzied thrusts. The fuzzy feeling of his hand tightening around my throat in combination with the abusive tempo of his cock pummeling my tight walls has me crashing over the edge.
A desperate cry leaves my throat, coming out as a garbled whine from his hold on me as my juices gush down my thighs, my body almost violently trembling with my release from all the torment up to this point. His hand releases my throat, instead opting to hold me tightly to him as he fucks me through my climax until he stills, pushing in so deep I see stars as I feel his hot cum filling me while he moans softly against my shoulder.
As he pulls out, my pussy clenches in protest of his absence as I look up at him with a pout, my whole body aching for more. "Go get cleaned up," he murmurs, placing a gentle kiss against my cheek as he urges me towards the bathroom with a cocky smirk. With a rather blank and confused look at him, I take some shaky steps to the bathroom.
As I reach the door, my legs threaten to give out when I feel the vibrations start again at max. "Shit!" I squeak in surprise as I feel my body tense and shake at the pleasure pounding through my clit. Shaking my head, I force myself inside the room to clean up, but instead find myself curled up on my knees as I whine desperately, clutching at my pussy as I feel it clench and spasm.
The door opening startles me and I glance up with wide, terrified eyes. "Aw, you can't even manage a simple task," he scolds, leaning against the bathroom door as he admires me in my desperation. The lock clicking into place echoes in the room, "Let me help you."
"Thank you for the drink!" comes my whispered gratitude as I bat my pretty eyes up at the man, clinking my glass against his. There is a pause, a moment that passes between us, before I tip my glass back, gulping down the sparkling concoction. The bitter taste washes over my tongue before a warmth sinks into my stomach and then spreads through my chest. He stands there, a smirk falling across his face as he takes a smaller sip of his own drink.
"Can I just say, you are so very pretty, amorcita," his voice is like honey, words dripping with desire as his eyes wander my curves, "wanna know what would make you even prettier?"
My cheeks burn under the compliment, voice trembling in reply, "What?"
He leans in then, the musky fragrance of his cologne seeping into me as his larger body traps me between him and the wall. His lips brush my ear, and I find a coil of excitement filling my gut, "You'd look even prettier tied up in my bed."
Alarm rushes through me, mixing with the excitement as the world blurs around, lights swirling into darkness before I feel myself free fall into darkness.
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"Amorcita," a voice beckons me from somewhere far off, and I feel the faintest brush of fingers against my cheek which stirs me from sleep. A soft whine of complaint leaves me as I try to roll away from the voice, but I find myself unable to move. With a start, my eyes snap open to come face to face with him.
My heart roars in my ear as disorienting memories rush through my mind, swirling around my head like a fog. Once more, I try to move, but my arms and legs are tied down, leaving me unable to escape. He waits for a moment as he watches the panic build, the tears fill my eyes. The fingers on my cheek shift, gripping my chin tightly in his grasp before pulling me in closer.
"Shhhhh," he whispers, his breath rushing across me, warm and minty, "you're safe, you're with me now."
My eyes widen more at his words and a gentle sob wracks my body, but he squeezes my jaw so tightly I'm unable to voice my denial. Before more sounds of rejection can leave my lips, he silences me with his own. His tongue swirls along mine, demanding and dominating, swallowing my very breath. The kiss makes me dizzy, my heart hammering against my chest as excitement rushes through me despite the reality.
His hands slide along my body, almost soothing in their groping as he turns my reluctance into pliant muscles beneath him. "Wait..." I try to whimper between kisses, but he just deepens the kiss with a primal ferocity that has me arching into him. His lips slide down my neck, tongue and teeth leaving a trail of marks down my chest.
My argument dies in my throat, lost in the way his tongue wraps around my nipple before sucking it into his mouth and letting his teeth the puckered nub until I'm struggling against my binds for an entirely different reason than before. Needy sounds betray me as they fill the silence, soft pleas falling from my lips.
A hand slides between my thighs, thick fingers pushing through my folds so easily. "See," he whispers against my tummy, "your body knows who it belongs to, you're so wet."
A shyness burns in my chest and I shake my head, denying him once more, but the soft squelching of his fingers sinking into my wetness is all the evidence he needs. The stretch of his fingers filling my unprepared walls has my head falling back from the pleasure, a lewd prayer falling from my lips.
His hand slides up, tangling in my hair until he's able to use it as leverage. Once he has a handle, he shifts my head until I'm forced to watch the way his fingers disappear inside my pussy. "Look, amorcita, watch as I break you and turn you into my perfect little toy. I'll make you the prettiest mess, and there's nothing you can do but take it all," his voice is a dark promise of seduction.
A dark thrill rushes through me as the sane part of me tries to reason, tries to bid me to fight, but I just watch his fingers in awe. After a few more thrusts of his fingers, my body tightens abruptly and trembles beneath him as pleasure rushes through me so violently. My juices coat his fingers, and I pant softly, trying to recover as his fingers continue to stretch me, curling and scissoring so deep that I see stars.
"I... can't... stop... need..." I try to voice the need to recover, but he doesn't listen as he adds yet another finger. My hips instinctively arch towards him, eager to be filled.
After a moment, he pulls back and I whine in disapproval at the loss. My pussy clenches around the nothingness and I feel the ache so deeply that fresh tears fill my eyes as I pout up at him. The sound of a zipper fills the moment, dragging my attention to where his veiny cock bursts free from his pants.
My whole body shivers in excitement, squirming again to try and impale myself despite the precarious situation. A smirk lights up his face, a dark look entering his eyes at my eagerness. He rubs the head of his cock through my folds, our mixed breaths and the squelching of my pussy filling the moment. My panting turns into soft begging, my hips lifting more in a pathetic attempt to be filled.
"Please, please, please," comes my voice, delirious in my need as the desire fills my body with so much heat that I feel on fire with lust.
"Good girl," his voice rumbles against my lips before he kisses me, swallowing my cries as he plunges every inch deep inside my tight walls. The burn of him stretching me wide has my eyes rolling in the back of my head as I messily return his kiss, drool running down my chin from our erratic kissing.
His pace is brutal, bruising, damning. He slams inside me forcefully with each thrust almost as if trying to shape me, ruin me, break me to only ever want, need his cock. His groans mingle with my cries as our tongues twine and crash together to the insane pace of his thrusts.
He takes me with a primal possession, ramming so deep I feel him in my stomach. The pain mixes with the pleasure, fanning the flames that threaten to consume me. Harder and faster, he lays claim to me, and I find myself struggling against the rope that holds me compliant as I try to escape the intensity.
A fuzzy feeling fills my brain as stars dance across my vision, the pleasure altering my very being as I feel my whole body clenching, spiraling. My hips arch into him, trying to meet every thrust as much as possible to push him in deep. He swallows my keening with every kiss as my pussy spasms, gripping so tightly at his cock that he bottoms out so forcefully the bed quakes with the force.
My whole body lurches with my release, hips shaking with the force of my orgasm as I unravel around his cock. He murmurs sweet praise against my lips as I feel rope after rope of hot cum throbbing deep inside my core until it overflows, making a mess of me.
He shifts, and I feel my arms and legs fall limply around me. The fuzzy feeling doesn't dissipate as he rocks into me again, slower this time, building in tempo, fucking his cum deeper. Incoherent mumblings leave me as my arms and legs wrap around him, clinging to him in an attempt to survive as the primality of our fucking breaks me, shapes me into something new.
"That's a good fucking girl," he murmurs against my throat, leaving marks along the pale expanse of flesh as his thrusts increase in frenzy, harder than before.
He bottoms out with each thrust and my pussy clenches in desperation around his cock as I once more find myself crashing over the edge. More blubbering begging leaves me, pussy soaking him with my juices as he rams deeply once more before releasing another load of his hot cum deep inside my womb.
Thinking about being pinned between two doms, their hands running along my body, kisses placed all over my exposed skin, words whispered and growled as one of them kisses me while the other slips a hand in my pants. Both of them teasing me gently when they see my eyes get hazy and watch as I melt for them, sounds very fun, I think
I reblogged because I watched and fucked my toy exactly like this cunt and it was perfect. It was so good to edge and watch her cum and hump and fuck her toy while Becca fucked her toy to have too much and need more so good
being told to take that cock while you’re pinned and getting fucked is so hot cause it’s not an ask or praise, it’s an outright demand. they’re inside you, pounding your cunt so hard and slamming into you that you can barely catch your breath and you quite literally have no choice but to take it. the phrase is a mockery, made to remind you to lay there and submit, let your cunt do what it does best
"Okay, I'm ready!" comes his voice from down the hallway. Once he rounds the corner, he pauses when he sees me. A nervous but playful smile lights up my face after a moment, trying to act natural.
"You're not in your normal spot," he smirks, crossing his arms.
"I just wanted to sit here today," comes my soft reply, glancing away from his intense gaze.
"Hmmm," it's a small sigh as I feel his arms link around my waist, lifting me up.
"Wha-" but my question is quickly cut off by him sitting down and pulling me into his lap. Embarrassment burns across my cheeks, turning them a bright red under his mirthful gaze. Trying to save face, I attempt to slide from his lap but am quickly pulled back. "Take a seat," he murmurs right against my ear, his hot breath deepening the crimson in my cheeks, "The show is about to start."
"Daddy..." comes my breathless whine as I try once more to slide off his lap, but his hands on my hips are like shackles as they hold me to him. My whole body trembles at the slight stimulation from my attempted escape. He moves me, relaxing me back against his chest once more before turning my chin to focus back on the TV screen.
Episode.... 5? At this rate I couldn't focus on what was happening on the screen, images flashing by in a blur as my core clenches tightly to spite me when I feel his cock throb inside me. "Daddy..." comes my whining again which he shushes gently, rolling his hips with a quick thrust that has my thoughts fade with the stars dancing across my vision.
"You gotta pay attention," he murmurs against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine before he moves, kissing along my lashes when I clench my eyes closed in pleasure.
"Can't... s'much.." incoherent words fall from my lip in a jumbled mess as I try to shift on his lap, squirming in a desperate attempt to not feel him. It only pushes him further, deeper into my tight walls which leaves me panting against his chest in frustration.
I feel all of him so acutely but not enough. For the past five hours, my brain has been turning to mush as I cockwarm him. Every attempt to escape, every attempt to find release has been met with failure as he keeps me dangling over the edge. All that's left is my weak attempts to find comfort, solace, a moment of relief.
"Let... me..." limp limbs move again, attempting to escape, but his grip on me tightens and once more I am trapped. This time when he grabs my chin, his grip is so tight I wince under his scrutiny. He drags my face to his, assessing the glossy look in my eye as my vision blurs and dances.
"Look how needy you've gotten," he whispers, his hand on my chin moving to trace my lips. Absentmindedly, my tongue lolls out and tastes his fingers. He growls in appreciation as his fingers slide across my tongue. His growl encourages me as my tongue wraps around the digits, sucking on them wantonly as drool runs down my chin with my efforts.
After a moment, he pries his fingers from my lips and another sound of approval leaves his throat at the sight of the string of drool connecting his fingers to my tongue. His hand slides down, tracing the curvature of my neck as he muses softly, "What do you think, princess? Think we should make this your regular spot? Sitting pretty on my cock like a good girl?"
His hand tightens around my throat as he rolls his hips, once, twice, until he starts a steady pace that stops any words from leaving me. My argument dies in my throat, mingling with the moans and begging that take its place. "No... no..." it's almost a prayer as his cock finally moves in my hypersensitive pussy, the pleasure almost painful with the intensity of each thrust.
The hand on my throat encourages me, his hand on my hip guiding the insane pace as I find myself unraveling. My hands latch onto his forearm, holding him to me as well as clinging to him for leverage. As my nails bite into his skin, he releases a primal groan before shifting us both suddenly.
The new angle pushes me into the plush of the couch, my legs easily folded against my shoulder while he pins me by my throat. Every thrust is reckless, violent lust that slices through me with white-hot pleasure. As we devolve into a desperate pace, his mouth seeks mine out and fastens to me in a messy, hot kiss that only fuels the flames.
"Shit," he murmurs in between kisses as he pumps into me animalistically. I find my whole body tense and spasm with my release, messy slick coating us both as he fucks me through it, intent on using me. His brutal thrusts keep me spiraling as my pussy tightens, I lift my hips in a needy attempt to feel him deeper.
His eyes widen in surprise before kissing me so deeply I forget to breathe as I feel his cock throb, pumping rope after rope of hot cum deep inside my pussy. Keeping me effectively pinned, he places gentle kisses along my jaw as he makes his way to my ear, nibbling before he whispers, "I think we have a couple more episodes, wanna try again?"
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