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Imagine indulging in your free use fantasy, but you slowly lose control of it.
Maybe you live with two men as your roommates and you share your fantasy with them and you all decide to make it happen. It starts off exactly how you fantasized. Sometimes you’re making dinner after work and one of them will come home, bend you over the kitchen counter, and use your pussy until he pulls out and cums all over your ass. Other times one texts you as soon as he wakes up and asks for a morning blowjob, and you happily swallow a mouthful of his cum for breakfast.
But then you start to worry that they’re abusing the arrangement, taking advantage of you, forgetting that you’re a real person and not just their 24 hour sex toy. One day one of them cums inside you. You never discussed that. The next day the other is doing you doggy style when he suddenly pins your wrists to the bed, and slides his cock into your tight butthole. You’d told them before anal was a soft no.
But it’s still hot to you, so you don’t say anything. This only encourages them to get worse. They start casually calling you names, referring to you as “bitch” and “cunt” in every day conversation, not maliciously but as if they’ve forgotten you even have a real name. Eventually, you start answering to it.
One night they announce you’re no longer allowed on the furniture. From now on you have to kneel on the floor. You whine, annoyed, saying it’s not fair but that you respect their decision. It’s not until later that night as they’re spit roasting you and filming it on their phones that you wonder why you let them ban you from the furniture.
That’s not as bad as when they take away your room though. You’ve been spending most nights in one of their beds anyway, so they turn your room into a spare room, which they eventually rent out to a third man who also has access to your body 24/7. You miss having a quiet place of your own, but since you’ve dropped out of college by now anyway you figure it doesn’t matter too much. Plus the cage they bought for you to sleep in has a nice soft dog bed in it.
Now your days are spent napping in your dog bed, making movies your roommates sell, and getting fucked by random guys they invite home who pay $20 for 30 minutes in your holes. You barely remember a time when you had any purpose other than constantly being filled with semen.
there’s just something so fucking hot about getting a long, degrading message describing in detail how you deserve to be violated, and having no idea who sent it, who is thinking those things about you…
Rotation. The blunt comes back to you, its tip glowing a warm, promising orange in the dim room. You take a long, slow drag, holding the smoke deep in your lungs until your head feels light and floaty. The edges of the room are getting soft, the low rumble of the guys’ laughter blending into the music. You pass it on, your fingers clumsy, your whole body humming with a pleasant buzz.
You just want more.
The next time the blunt comes around, the guy next to you holds it just out of your reach. He’s got a lazy smirk on his face.
"You want another hit?" he asks, his voice a low drawl.
You nod, your eyes fixed on the thin trail of smoke curling towards the ceiling. You can almost taste it.
"Gotta earn it," another one chimes in from across the circle. "Do something slutty for us."
The other guys chuckle in agreement. Your cheeks flush hot, but the craving for another hit is a physical ache in your chest. You need to get higher. You need to chase that feeling until you disappear completely.
"Like what?" you hear yourself ask, your voice sounding small and distant.
"Grab your tits," he says, his eyes glinting. "Let’s see you play with them a little."
For a second, you hesitate. Then you look at the blunt, so close. It’s an easy trade. Your hands, feeling like they belong to someone else, move up to the front of your shirt. You cup your breasts, the fabric rough against your palms. You give them a squeeze. A cheer goes through the room.
He grins and hands you the blunt. You take the deepest drag yet, the smoke searing your throat in the best way. The world tilts, and you melt back into the couch with a satisfied sigh.
The next round, it’s the same game. The blunt is held hostage.
"Something else," another voice demands. "Take something off."
The world is syrupy now, your thoughts a slow, happy river. The idea isn't embarrassing anymore. It’s just part of the game. Part of the price. You pull your shirt over your head and toss it onto the floor, leaving you in just your jeans and a plain black bra. Their eyes are all over you, hungry and dark. You're starting to feel a different kind of high, one that starts between your legs. You get your reward, sucking down the smoke greedily.
You’re so fucking high. Your head is a messy puddle of pleasure and fog. When the blunt is denied again, a genuine whine escapes your lips. You’re desperate.
"You really want it that bad?" the guy next to you asks, a real challenge in his voice this time. He sounds like he’s joking. "Fine. Get over here and bounce on my cock for it."
The room goes quiet. They’re all watching you, waiting for you to blush and refuse. They think they’ve finally found your limit.
But the thought isn’t even shocking. It’s… right. The idea slides into your hazy mind and fits perfectly.
Without a word, you push yourself off the couch and crawl over to him. You hear the sharp intake of breath from the other guys. You hear the sound of a zipper being pulled down. You look up at him, and his smirk is gone, replaced by stunned, raw hunger.
His cock is already thick and hard, springing free from his jeans. You reach out, your hand closing around him, and he groans. You don’t hesitate. You slip your jeans and panties off, then guide yourself down onto his lap, the blunt head of his cock pressing into your pussy.
You start to bounce. Softly at first, then with more purpose, grinding down. It's so intense. This is better than the weed. So much better.
Then, hands are on you. Someone is behind you, his fingers digging into your hips, another guy’s mouth is on your neck, sucking hard. Your bra is unhooked and pulled away. Hands cup your bare breasts, thumbs flicking your nipples until they’re aching pebbles.
You’re pulled off his lap and pushed down onto your hands and knees on the floor. Someone’s tongue invades your mouth while another positions his cock at your entrance.
He shoves inside you without warning. You scream, but it’s a sound of pure pleasure. He fucks you hard and rough, his hips slamming against you. Before you can even catch your breath, another cock replaces the tongue, thrusting into your waiting mouth. You take it all, gagging as you suck, your eyes rolling back in your head.
The cock in your mouth pulls out, leaving you gasping, your throat aching. The one fucking you from behind slams into you one last time, his hot cum flooding your pussy as he groans your name. He collapses onto your back, spent.
For a moment, there’s a lull. The room is thick with the smell of sweat, sex, and stale smoke. You’re on all fours, trembling, your mind a blissful, empty void. Then the craving hits again.
You turn your head, your eyes hazy and searching. Another guy is kneeling in front of you, his cock thick and ready in his hand. Your mouth waters.
"Another hit," you beg, the words tumbling out before you can think. "Please… I need another hit."
He understands the new game perfectly. He grabs your hair and guides your mouth onto his cock. You take him in eagerly, sucking down on him like you’re trying to pull smoke from an ember. You suck until he’s groaning, until his hips start to buck, until he’s pushing your head down, fucking your throat. He comes fast, a hot, thick rush you swallow without thinking.
He pulls out. Another is already there to take his place.
It becomes a rhythm. A new rotation. They use your mouth, your pussy, your ass. You’re passed between them, a communal toy. And with every new cock, you beg for it.
"One more hit… please," you whine as you’re flipped onto your back, your legs pulled wide open.
A new guy settles between them, his cock pressing against your soaked cunt. He slides in and you cry out, the feeling of being stretched and filled all over again making you squirm. You wrap your legs around his waist, taking every brutal thrust. Your head lolls to the side, and you see another cock waiting by your mouth. You don’t even need to be told. You open wide and take it, your cheek pressed to the ground, your body being used from both ends.
You take their cocks, drawing out their pleasure, making them groan and shudder. You don't stop until they’re spent, until they’ve given you everything.
Finally, you’re lying on the floor, a slick, trembling mess. Your body is a beautiful ruin of spit and sweat and their cum. You’re dazed, your muscles aching. But the craving is still there, a low thrum deep inside you.
"One… more… hit…" you whisper to the ceiling, your voice barely there.
They surround you. Standing over you, their cocks all hard again, slick and dripping. You look up at them through barely open eyes, your mouth falling slack in invitation. This is it. The final, perfect drag.
One by one, they give you what you’ve been begging for. Hot streams of cum cover your face, your tits, your stomach. It splashes across your cheeks, drips from your chin, paints your body white. You just lie there, taking it all, a gasp leaving your lips with each new volley. Drenched and shaking under the weight of their release, you finally feel it. The high you've been chasing.
i want you to whore me out and make porn of me to sell online. completely use and exploit me for your own financial gain while keeping me completely dependent on you and destroying any ability for me to have a respectable career
every weekend I go too Home Depot and act dumb so I can lure old men into helping me with things I don’t even need n think about how easily they could do wtv they wanted too my tiny body if they really wanted too and I touch my cunnie too it later when I get home lolz
Today’s fantasy is getting stuck on a huge monster cock…. After teasing my entrance and pushing inside me, fucking me deeper and deeper, the knot starts to swell and the cockhead flares out, everything growing harder to its full size, satisfying my intense need to be stretched. Pushed to the edge, I cum from the amazing feeling of being so full, my pussy clenching and pulsing around his thick inflated cock, massaging its length. Without much room left to thrust inside me, the feeling of my cunt milking his shaft helps him finish and release a hot load of cum inside me… but sometimes it takes an hour for such a big pumped up knot to calm down. I cockwarm for a while but start to get impatient, trying to break free. But wiggling my hips and trying to pull away just stimulates him more and hardens up his massive cock again. I feel his veins twitch and head flare out even more deep inside my pussy, keeping me trapped, legs spread wide as cum slowly leaks out from my hole and drips down his balls. I realize I can’t move and just have to wait for the enormous cock inside me to soften. I might have to sit there for an hour with my aching pussy stretched to the absolute limit until he can slide out and watch the cum flood out of my fucked open hole… a sight that could easily make him harden up a third time…
You don't find a post like this by chance. You found my blog. You clicked the tags. You hunted for this because you’re a horny, desperate pervert who needs this filthy permission slip. You’re a gooner. You want to rub and rub until your brain feels like warm static, until the only coherent thought left is more.
You’re A Slut.
Part of you flinches, but deep down I know it gets you wet. Because you know it’s the truth. You can admit it now, or you can admit it five minutes from now when you’re too soaked and mindless to lie to yourself anymore. So, stop being pathetic and...
Start Rubbing
That's your priority. That's your purpose. To be a mindless, twitching mess, all for a few words on a screen. Show me how wet you can get. Show me that you can chase that edge until you can't even see straight, until the only thing in your world is the friction of your own fingers and the desperate need to cum.
really gross embarrassing confession....i was closing shift today and i had to clean the bathrooms and when i was in guys' bathroom i kept thinking abt all the men who had been in there during the day relieving themselves and how theyre all so much better than me and i barely deserve to be a hole for them to rape and piss in and my pussy was so wet i couldnt even thhink and i couldnt stop myself...i locked the door and i got on my knees on the floor and i licked and licked the urinals while edging my clit until my manager knocked telling me to hurry up. but it made my head so fuzzy my pussy is still soaked thinking abt it i wanna do it again so bad
i think being forcibly stripped and put onto an exam table with my feet in stirrups in a public location where people could look at my shaved pussy close up and rub my clit to see how big and hard it can get and put things in my pussy and ass while everyone watches and laughs would fix me
Don’t mind that her answers are always her boobs. She has learned they are better than words. And it is better to show them than to hide them, in particular if she does not know what you talk about. She has learned to present her cleavage enticingly, if she is uncertain and confused about her thoughts and your words, and she also knows it is very convincing if you are allowed to take a feel, a warm precious grab, a handful of bliss, in moments of indecisiveness. She knows from experience, that eyes are drawn to them and hands want to feel them and lips want to suck on them. So, how can she not use them in every way possible, not enhance, present, celebrate them? Her boobs have defined her all along, and she’s already accepted that she is defined by them.
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