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You can message but I can’t guarantee I’ll reply, I’ll definitely be reading though you perv.
Inbox is always free and open if you have something to say. Please don’t send me pictures baby, I’m not a visual learner xoxo - feathers 🪶
reblog if you wanna be used like you're just a living fleshlight that deserves to be fucked brainless <3
it sure would be a shame if someone forced their cock in me and bred me while I was asleep and not able to fight it
Becoming a Bitch
I take deep breath. This is it. The culmination of all my training. Slowly breaking down every barrier over time. Forcing myself to accept the truth of my biology. There is no going back now. I open the door.
He’s standing there. Balding and a bit stocky, but well built. Large hands. Standing confidently. His expression is serious, calculating. I notice he doesn’t even look at my face first, but rather the sheer semi-transparent robe he bought for me for this occasion. My nipples peak against the fabric.
He steps inside, closing the door behind him. He finally looks into my eyes and—his hand pushes through the robe opening and lands between my legs.
“Hello, cunt.” His tone is business-like, formal. It is our first time meeting in person, after all. But he’s made his expectations for me clear.
I part my legs a little so that his hand can completely cover my pussy. I ache to push against it but I know I have to wait. I force myself to meet his gaze. “The bitch is ready,” I reply, my voice shaking just a little.
He nods curtly, gives my pussy a light squeeze, then drops his hand. I barely hold back a groan of disappointment as the pressure against my vulva vanishes.
“Good,” he says. He drops a large bag at his side. It clanks. He strides over to the large armchair dominating my living room and sits down. He rests one foot over the opposite knee and folds his hands in his lap, as if he’s entering a business meeting. In a way, he is.
“Show me.” A shiver runs up my spine at the command. Obediently, I take my place before him. I take a wide stance so the robe parts just above my bare cunt. I arch my back to make my breasts strain at the cloth. I haven’t touched my own sensitive parts except to clean in months, since I met him online. So instead of touching my nipples to show him, I shake my breasts once, hard.
“My nipples are engorged with blood,” I point out as my tits sway.
He nods thoughtfully. “That’s a sign of your heat, it’s natural.”
I swallow. I can feel my heart start to beat faster. This is really happening. “My cunt is wet,” I add, thrusting my hips forward to show him. I can feel moistness on my pussy lips.
He leans forward slightly to examine my vulva. “So it is,” he agrees. He leans back again and looks at me, evaluating. I feel like I’m in a classroom, taking an oral exam before a professor. “Why is that?”
My breath catches slightly as I feel the warmth between my legs spread. It’s as if my cunt knows we’re talking about it.
“It’s lubricating itself,” I answer, keeping my voice as steady and calm as possible. “It’s getting ready to be penetrated.”
He nods approvingly. It makes my skin tingle. “That’s right,” he says. “Cunts start lubricating in the presence of cock.” His matter-of-fact tone makes me squirm internally. This is so much more exposing than play acting as a giggly bimbo—no judgment intended. This is me at my smartest and most able. No pretense.
“Cunts react instinctively to cock,” I agree. I look down at my crotch, thrust forward lewdly. “It’s starting to clench.”
The man nods again. “It’s warming up now. It’s practicing milking my seed.”
I feel a hot flush creep up my neck. I’m sure it’s obvious. I have to keep going, though. “It’s twitching rhythmically. The exact frequency best suited to stimulate a cock.”
The man pushes himself to his feet and starts circling me. I stay still in position, hips thrust forward and my back arched, forcing my breasts out and up. “Isn’t it something,” he muses from behind me. His breath is hot on my neck. “Your biology evolved for this exact purpose.”
I swallow again, hard. “The reactions of my body prove the purpose of its design,” I admit.
He finishes circling, and stands directly in front of me. I can see the front of his pants is tented. The bulge almost touches my bare pussy. He leans forward so that our noses almost touch. “What are you?” he whispers, breath tingling on my lips.
I force myself to meet his eyes. It’s about to start. “I’m a cunt.” My voice is flat, factual, but the heat in my body is immediate. I feel flushed all over. My pussy clenches down hard as if to confirm my statement.
He finally smiles. “That’s right. You’re a cunt.”
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Minutes later, I’m laying spreadeagled on my bed, fully bare. The man takes his time, walking around me and pointing out various aspects of my arousal as we discuss the natural consequences of my biology. It’s clinical, detached. This is what I needed. I needed to acknowledge the cold, hard facts of my inferiority to a man.
He finally strips and positions himself on top of me, his erect cock brushing gently against my hole. I can feel it’s soaked now. My thighs are wet with cunt juice. He studies my face while he drags his cock lightly against my pussy lips. “You’re about to be bitched,” he states, making me shudder. “How does that feel.”
I again meet his gaze. My voice is shaky with arousal. “I feel embarrassed,” I admit. He nods, indicating I should continue. “I feel ashamed that my existence comes down to this. Spreading my legs to take cock.”
He rests a hand on my cheek as if to comfort me. “It is embarrassing,” he agrees. His cock rests directly on top of my clit. “Coming to realize that you’re a breathing sex toy has to be humiliating for you.”
I nod wordlessly. He gropes one of my tits hard. “Cunts exist to drain cum. That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”
I finally groan, the weight of my shame too much to bear. “I exist to drain cum,” I whisper, humiliated.
“Louder, bitch.” His voice takes on a dangerous tone.
I look him right in the eyes and I state what we both know. “I’m a fucking cunt and my purpose is to milk semen out of cocks.”
He nods, satisfied, and impales me.
I’ve had sex before but nothing like this. My entire body twitches as he enters me. I moan again. He starts thrusting, slowly and deliberately. “Clench your cunt in time with my thrusts, bitch,” he orders. I obey. It’s easy because that’s exactly what my pussy wants to do. It’s following its nature.
“This is what a woman is to a man,” the man using me says. He looks down at our meshed biology and my eyes follow. I’m impaled on his cock. Bitched. “This is as natural to you as breathing.”
I keep clenching rhythmically. “This is what it means to be a woman,” I agree. “My pussy needs this.”
“Your what?” The question is sharp, biting.
“My bitch pussy,” I correct myself. “My cumdrain needs this.” He grunts in satisfaction.
We continue in silence for a few minutes, him rutting into me while I passively take it, keeping my cunt clenched in time with his thrusts. We’re both reveling in the truth of this moment. The apex of men’s relationship to and ownership of cunts.
“I’m going to cum in your bitch pussy,” he says abruptly. He starts driving into me harder. “I’m about to mark your cunt walls with my seed.”
I gasp, the weight of the moment pressing down on me. Once he cums in me, it’s final. I’m forever his cunt. I groan and bounce my breasts at the shame of it.
“That’s it, cunt,” he pants, fucking me open. “Jiggle your cow udders while I cum. Cross your eyes and drool, you stupid bitch.”
I do it. I cross my eyes, let my tongue loll out of my mouth, and bounce my udders hard. “That’s it, keep going,” he grunts. He stops briefly and I see him reach over for his phone on the side table. He puts it in my hand and tells me to film myself while he cums in me. He says he wants to make me watch it later. He wants me to cum over and over again to how stupid I look being bitched.
I hold the phone out so it captures my bouncing udders and my stupid bitch face. I look right at the camera and grunt like an animal, pasting the ahegao look on my features.
“Just remember how stupid you felt during your first breeding,” he whispers in my ear as he cums. I can feel his semen enter me, the warmth spreading in my bitch pussy. This is how every female should be impregnated, I think, as the pure humiliation of the moment drives me over the edge. I cum on his cock.
We lay there motionless for a few minutes. His cock twitches inside of me, emptying cum. My cunt pulses gently, as if savoring every drop. I stare vacantly at the camera, my eyes still crossed. A bit of drool traces its way down my face. I’m his bitch now.
thinking about being a good little bitch for my rapist. drooling and rolling my eyes while he forces his hard cock into me. pulling my tits out to give him something pretty to look at. making sweet mindless noises to make his cock throb. spreading my legs to make it easier for him to rape my cunt as hard as he wants. thanking him for replacing my thoughts with the slamming of his cock and the warmth of his cum
✨reblog if you are a massive nerd or if you have a breeding kink✨
nasty nasty perverts need to use my dms (or anons) as a confessional for me to get off to~
I just rubbed my clit, but it's not enough, I need to be forced to take a big cock that I struggle to take😣😣
oh look it’s play with my pussy o’clock
[I need to write about gender traitors feeding up other woman to a man😔yeah, I know I'm gross but YOU SIGNED UP FOR THIS]
C/W: Misogyny
Casually misogynistic girls are so hot and there are so many of you on Tumblr. Reblogging gifs and text posts that say things like "edge until you're dripping and dumb" or even something like "if a man wants to grope you, it's his right."
Posts that reduce you to a pair of tits and a set of holes. Craving male validation as you rub away. Your cunt twitching everytime you read about girls turning themselves into porn for men. Thinking about how good it'd feel if a man were there, petting your hair as he jerked his thick, stiff cock up and down against your face. Using you. Even that's a pretty misogynistic term, isn't it?
And the best part is that it wouldn't even be your whole personality. You could have opinions on TV shows or how you like your eggs cooked. A favourite book or genre of music. You could literally be a perfectly functioning human being but in the back of your head, you'd constantly be thinking about how inferior and worthless you are. You'd constantly be thinking about a man degrading you to a brainless bimbo that just took advantage of you.
In the confines of your mind, you might imagine having to ask a man for permission to cum. Perhaps, there might be something misogynistic about that but you'd never care to think about it. You don't want to. Why make something that feels so fucking good so complicated?
I just think it's so fucking hot that if I asked you to slap yourself or fuck your ass no matter how you felt, you'd hesitate... you'd think about it. You might say no but the fact you even considered it when another girl would immediately have said no is pretty hot.
And if you've read all this and you're thinking it's so normal or even a little tame, then that's also pretty fucking hot.
Because all that means is that under the mask of a normal woman, there's a gross, misogynistic little cunt that so badly needs to please men.
I know there are a lot of girls that are harassed by men on here. A lot of girls that are tired of gross degrading messages. If that includes you then this post is not for you.
Like or reblog this if you want me and other men to message you gross and degrading messages. If you don’t want to be asked if it’s okay, just assumed you’re a slut that will love it. Corrupted in to fucked up things. Pushed to be a slut. Well which side of this are you on?
we should normalise men telling you they've mastvrbated to you
yes! i totally wanna know. It feels so good to know im useful p0rn
i love when people send me the taboo fucked up things theyve done 🤤 it makes me so wet i love imagining myself as the victim
I don't need to be fucked. I need to be used. I need someone to tie my hands behind my back and shove my face into the bed while they pound into me from behind. I need to be told I'm nothing but a toy and all I'm good for is taking cock. I want my pussy to ache by the time they're done. I want to be sore and covered in marks. I want them to make me so cockdrunk all I can do is drool and whimper about how good they feel inside me. I want them to hold me down so I can't move and just fucking use me. Just fuck me into the bed until I'm screaming and it hurts but I dont even care because it feels so good and I need it so bad. Leaving bruises all over me so everyone who sees me knows I'm nothing but a fucktoy for my Daddy to play with. I want it to hurt.
Just stay quiet and let men use your body. Everyday, everytime. You're born for it. Your tits are made for it.
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Someone tell me that I’m pretty ✨🪶💋
