Sometimes I just need my mouth fucked hard and rough until I’m a mindless, pathetic slut.
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Sometimes I just need my mouth fucked hard and rough until I’m a mindless, pathetic slut.
get you a girl who gets wet from being spanked
I ache to be made to kneel outside your door, listening as you fuck a woman more deserving of your attention. My place will always be at your feet, serving you, otherwise.
Absolutely
Mmmhmm
Sometimes I need you to caress my lips with your thumb, before fucking my mouth until I am a mindless, needy whore that aches only for you.
You tell me to undress and come to you. Eager to be a good girl, I take my clothes off quickly and lay across your lap. I can feel your jeans against my naked skin, rough, like I hope you will be.
You smack my ass hard, drawing a gasp from me. You pull out a wooden spoon and continue to beat my ass until both cheeks are swollen and red. I can feel your hard cock against my stomach as you punish me.
I wiggle against you as I get wet, and soon you notice that I am enjoying your attention. You stop and take the wooden spoon into your hand again, and tease me with the handle. Making fun of me as you realize just how turned on I am. You drag it across my skin, my arms, my stomach, my thighs. You push the handle inside of me and then humiliate me with my desire for your abuse.
You smack my ass one last time with your hand, and tell me to get dressed. You tell me how much you enjoy seeing me aching, dripping and denied. Happy and content, I pull my clothes on, knowing that I belong to you.
Thank you, Sir.
I kneel before you, my palms upturned on my thighs, my legs splayed open, my feet touching, a good girl, always. Sitting, waiting, hoping to taste you once again.
Sexting is one of my favorite forms of creative writing
She knew he was about to finish. She could tell.
His grip on her hips got stronger, his breathing picked up, he started going even faster. It wasn't exactly subtle, but it wasn't anything he needed to hide anyway. She kept doing what she'd been doing from the moment he slid in: moaning, pushing back, being for him.
He came. She did not.
They stayed locked together panting a few moments. His cock twitching, emptying into her. Her head hung low. He gave her a squeeze and a kiss on the back of the neck.
It wasn't as though she used to cum from being fucked, at least not all the time. It was just that she used to care that she didn't. There's be disappointment, there'd be frustration.
Now, she didn't even notice. It didn't cross her fluffy, mostly-empty mind. The constant need was normal. The itch to be scratched had stopped being an itch, just become part of how she was. That she even could have cum from being fucked had long been forgotten.
Good girls don't cum, so... what?
Nothing was missing.
When he pulled out she turned around straightaway, like she'd been trained, and took his cock into her mouth. To clean herself off of him, to clean whatever drops of him he hadn't left inside her already, and to thank him for letting her be useful.
It had felt good, obviously. So good. So, so good. But it wasn't for her.
It was for him. Just like all of her was. She had purpose now, not like before. He'd saved her from that, given something better to her. Given her what she'd really been meant for.
So being thankful was important.
Certainly, much, much more important than cumming could ever be.
If you're a silly little thing who gets off on the idea of big, mean perverts forcing you to be their property, then you're legally obligated to reblog this.
Please and thank you.
She knows what will cum when I take control!!!
Oh my. Properly fuck my mouth and make me yours, please?
You eagerly spread my legs, sighing as your tongue teases the taste of him from between my swollen pussy lips. Tell me baby, how does he taste?
You beg to hear how he worshipped my body, the way he stretched me as I whispered his name. Your tongue dances over my clit faster as I give you details. I feel the bed move as you feverishly stroke your cock.
I straddle your face, pinning your hands to the bed. I watch as your cock twitches and leaks as I use your tongue to make myself cum loudly again and again.
I pull out the toy and lube that I had hidden, and tell you to spread your legs. You moan as I push the head of the toy against your tight asshole, so hungry for something you have never explored before.
I push it inside of you slowly, listening to you beg me to stop at first, and then, realizing what I am doing, begging me to never stop until you are completely filled. The sounds you make as I push the toy inside of you, inch by inch, are hot and mindless, lost in the pleasure of having your ass filled, barely able to string together words, let alone sentences.
You start breathing heavy and moving yourself against the bed, pushing against the toy that is buried deep inside your virgin ass. You whimper that you are going to cum and I move the toy in and out of you faster and deeper, watching as your cock twitches and empties.
I love making you lose control, listening as you share the secrets you can’t share with anyone else.
Be mine, please?
discipline
Mmm, I’m not sure that would be a deterrent for bad behavior for me, feisty little slut that I am😈 So hot!
I’ll be waiting for you, obediently, on my knees. My mouth, warm and wet, waiting to worship your cock, as a Good Girl should.
Please?
There are many aspects to being your Man's property.
It goes beyond your body being his to do whatever he wants, whenever he wants. It’s more than being available and eager to please him at any given moment. It means he can do anything he feels like, whenever he wants and you never say no because you are his property and he is superior.
If he wants a bite of your food, you smile and offer him as much as he wants. If he wants a drink of your beer, you let him drink the whole thing and ask if he wants another. If he wants to stick his finger in your ass while you’re cooking dinner, you spread your legs to give better access. If he wants to fuck you after a long day at work, you get in whatever position he wants and serve him without hesitation. If he demands you suck his cock in the middle of doing something, you stop whatever you’re doing and get on your knees. If he wants to punish you for no reason at all other than he needs to let out some frustration, you take it like a good girl and say thank you.
You are His. His fucktoy. His useless set of holes. His cunt. His slave. His piece of meat. His to do whatever he wants simply because He can.
Oh my.