The Inherent Homoerotism Of Vampires

mid20s 🦷they/them My gender/orientation is whatever makes the scene hottest<3

[dumbdxll]

listen, i know my blog has some really hard kinks but i need to make this abundantly clear: everything needs to be consensual. consent is an absolute MUST. it’s not kink without consent. consent and safe words are mandatory if you want to partake in kink. if you partake in kink without consent, you are a dirtbag of a person and i hope you burn in hell.

[kxsalt]

cw non-consent

Memory Lapse. Lifting her ponytail, the technician plugs a cord into the base of her skull. “Try to relax, okay? I’m just going to start by indexing your memories.” The girl fidgets in her chair, nervous about the invasive procedure. She tries to make small talk as he scans through everything she remembers of her childhood. “So, uh, who usually gets this done?”

“Eh, you’d be surprised. Sure, people use it to forget traumatic events. The majority are contractors. Corpo types fulfilling their NDAs.” The technician’s eyes flicker as he watches her teenage years fast forward. His patient squirms, all too familiar with what comes next. He watches her birthday party through her memories. The group of men holding her down, the smell of stale synthetic alcohol as they each force their way inside of her.

He’s seen it all. Keeping his bedside manner is no issue. A calming, sympathetic smile. “Is that what you’d like to have removed?” She bites her tongue, scared to ask. All the girl can muster is a shake of her head. “No? Something else?” Looking the technician dead in the eyes, she speaks.

“Everything else.”

The man raises an eyebrow. “You want me to remove… all of your memories… except for that one…?” Her nails dig into the chair. She gets defensive. “If you have a problem with that, I can go somewhere else!” He sighs. “It’s your decision. But I can’t remove everything at once. It’ll take a lot of sessions.” The girl relaxes. Still feisty, she huffs at the technician. “Well, get started then.”

Checking over the rude woman’s memories one more time, he configures his program. “I’m going to leave some basic stuff until the very end. How to walk, speak, eat, use transit, things like that. We’ll start with the broad strokes, and refine it from there.” She leans back in the chair. “When you wake up, you’ll feel like it was just a dream…”

The patient talks in her sleep. A common side effect of the procedure. Incoherent ramblings mixed with deep secrets. When he erases a piece, she stops and stutters and starts again. The girl is limp and dazed as he finishes their first session. He unplugs the cord from the back of her head and rests his hand on her shoulder.

“Do you remember me?” He asks. She stares up at him. “You’re a memory technician… I don’t remember your name…” The man smiles and nods. “Okay, good. What day is it?” The girl looks down at his feet. “I… don’t know…” He smiles again. “Perfect. Looks like our procedure went well. Come back here tomorrow.”

A rare trickle of sunlight drifts through the smog. Looking out from the four-hundredth floor window, the technician watches the light crawl across the sprawling city off into the horizon. His patient is late. When she stumbles into his office, she seems lost and confused. “Everything alright?” He asks, steadying the swaying girl.

“Yeah… I just, uh, forgot how to pay for the train… someone had to teach me.” The man strokes her back. “You forgot how to pay for things? How are you going to pay me for my work, then?” She looks confused. He grips the back of her neck. “Here, get down on your knees. You can pay up front.” Sinking to the ground, the girl opens her mouth. She remembers what she needs to.

Taking his cock in her throat, she bobs her head slowly. The technician holds her ponytail and pushes himself deep. Choking and sucking and trying to breathe through her nose, a long strand of drool escapes her lips and down the front of her shirt. “I can delete this for you too.” He grins as he facefucks her. Slipping his cock out from her open mouth, she jacks him off with both hands. “Uh… no… I’ll keep this…”

Seated in her chair, the man plugs the cord back into her head. Her face is covered in his cum. Loading up the program, he sits down next to her. “We have a small problem. You need at least some memories. I can’t take out more until you make some more.” A flash of her old personality comes through in an impatient huff. “That’ll take too long, is there something else you can do?”

“In theory… I can replace them. I have old ones saved from other people. You’ll think they’re yours.” The girl touches her face, feeling the sticky mess he left on her. “…what kind of memories are they…?” He puts his hand on her thigh. “I’ve got some pretty bad ones. Really messed up stuff. Would you like those?” She lays her hand on his. “…yeah…”

Unconscious, the girl twitches in the chair. Her mouth hangs open, saliva and cum running down from the corner of her lips. The technician uploads a personal selection of memories. Once forgotten, they find new life in the young girl’s mind. Her body convulses as he inserts a particularly vile one. He puts his hand down her pants as the program deletes more of her old life.

She’s almost two hours late for her next session. The man waits, hoping she’ll show. When the girl does, her airy expression is almost blank. “What happened to you?” He asks, looking at her ripped clothes under her jacket. “Some guy used me, just normal stuff.” The young lady responds with a giggle. Her panties are missing and her shirt is hanging on by a thread. The technician feels a pang of jealousy.

Groping her tits, he guides the girl to her chair. A dildo sits on the seat, waiting for her. “I’m worried about you. I’m going to microchip you, so I can keep track of where you are. Know you’re safe.” She doesn’t really understand. “Uh, yeah, whatever.” Annoyed, the technician guides her pussy onto the thick dildo. “Looks like you’re still a bit of a brat. Hopefully I can get rid of that this session.”

The girl passes out as the program starts to run. A subdermal injection lets him see her location at any time. He listens to her mumbling as more of her mundane memories are removed. The man runs his hand over her smooth, full pussy as he decides on what to replace them with. A few years from a sex worker at a cheap brothel will suffice. She lets out a soft moan as she remembers one of her regulars taking out his frustrations on her.

Staring out the window, she looks completely lost. “Do you remember me?” He asks, resting his hand on her ass. “Uh… you… you’ve been helping me?” The technician shrugs. “Close enough. You still need to pay.” She remembers that. Bending over at the waist, the girl grinds her bum into his crotch. Unbuckling his belt, he rubs the head of his cock against her bare pussy before lifting it a bit higher.

A grunt and he pushes his cock halfway into her ass. Thinking back across her sexual history, the technician realizes he’s the first to take her there. She’d remember things differently now, but he knew the truth. Working himself deeper, the girl gasps. “…thank you…” Her voice is a breathless, ragged whisper. His cock twitches inside of her tight hole. “…thank you for helping me…”

Grabbing her hips, the technician thrusts hard into his patient. She squeals and giggles. It’s normal for her, now. Pressing her hands against the glass, she pushes back into him. “…thank you thank you thank you…” Gripping onto her ponytail, he pulls her head back towards him. Kissing her neck, groping her tits, fucking her ass. The feral technician ruts into her. “So good…”

“…I’m good…” Her ditzy smile makes his cock ache. A smack on her bare tits makes her laugh. It’s infectious. Overcome with zeal, he laughs with her. A careful push to the floor and he mounts her bum. Driving all his weight into the helpless girl, she keeps her hips high so he can force himself all the way inside.

“Squeeze tight.” He orders. She responds immediately, clenching her ass around his cock. His hand presses against the plug on the back of her head. The other hand pushes her cheeks open wider. “Squeeze tighter.” The technician orders again. She obeys. Her stupid smile glistens in the fading light from the window. “More, you dumb slut.” Thrusting harder and faster, he finishes deep in her bum.

“…thank you…” The girl mumbles as they lie together on the floor. Light pollution fills the small office. “What do I do now…?” Easing himself out of her, the man stands. “Back to the chair for you. We have more work to do.”

She stumbles as he guides her back to her seat. He makes her sit her ass on the dildo. The girl lets out a sigh of relief as it pushes inside of her. The technician plugs in the cord. A quick search of his desk and he returns with a vibrator. “Spread your legs.” He grunts. She opens them wide, letting her calves hang off the armrests. Pushing the toy inside, the girl’s face lights up as he turns it on.

“I thought we were done for the day.” She rubs her clit as he boots up the program. “Not yet. I need to delete something. And add a little more.” The girl smiles at him and plays with her nipples. “Can we fuck again?” He codes a special memory, something deep. “After. We’ll do this first.”

“But I wanna fuck now… fuck my ass like that again… c’mon…” Her voice fades as he sends her into unconsciousness. “Still a brat.” The technician mumbles to himself. “Why can I not get rid of that.” He searches her memory. Finding his target, he deletes it quickly. A few moments later and he uploads his final replacement. The vibrator hums as he waits for the transfer to complete.

The girl stirs again. He stands over her in the dark office. As soon as she wakes, she starts to rub. Squeezing her cheeks, the man forces her to look up at him.

“Do you remember me?”

The girl bursts into laughter. “Of course I remember you!” Her hips rock up and down, working the dildo in and out of her ass.

“I belong to you!”

The technician grins. He kisses her. She moans and rubs and grinds and lets his tongue play with hers. “Can we fuck now? Please? Fuck your property? Really rough. Fuck me up. Please?” A gentle hand holds her by the ponytail and leads her off the chair. “Not yet. I’m going to take you home first.”  The girl pouts. “Ugh… Wanna get fucked right now…” He lets out a defeated sigh. “Still a little bratty, I guess.”

Kneeling on the floor, she tries to suck his cock. He fends off the mindless girl. “Home first. Then I’ll ruin you.” She looks confused. “I don’t remember home.” The technician unplugs the cord. “You haven’t been there before. It’s your new home.” The girl nuzzles her face into his crotch. “And that’s where I get fucked?” He quickly cleans up the mess she left on the chair. “Yes.”

“One last thing. Walk over there and get your jacket.” He points to her clothes lying near the door. The girl almost tries to stand. Like a newborn fawn, she crawls to the jacket. “Why did you crawl? Why didn’t you walk?” He asks, following behind her closely. “I dunno how to do that… can we fuck…?” The technician smiles and helps her cover up.

“Good girl. Let’s take you home.”

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[kxsalt]

“Where’sass the party at?” The girl is slurring her words. A few hours ago she was drunk, now she’s something far past that. The group of men address her politely. “You’re looking for the warehouse over there.” Pointing directly behind her at the loud rave not twenty metres away.

She wobbles in place. “Cnan you help me find it?” The men laugh, and oblige her. One of them lifts her up onto his shoulder. Her short little black dress rides up, revealing more of her fishnet stockings. Pantyless, her bare pussy and pink buttplug are easily visible. “Wheeee!- :3” she giggles as the man carries her into the warehouse.

Heart-pounding music floods through her, and she’s dazed by the flashing lights. Through her blurred vision she can barely make out the mess of bodies writhing and groping each other. The helpful man sets her down and points her towards the crowd. “Looksh like fun!” She mumbles excitedly. He plants a firm smack on her ass, sending her stumbling into the chaos.

Falling into the arms of one of the dancers, she starts to push her body against him immediately. “You look like my daddy!” He laughs as they grind against each other. She rolls her hips, trying to rub herself against his leg, but something is in the way. The girl looks down to see the man’s hand planted firmly on her pussy, two fingers laced through the fishnet stockings and deep in her cunt.

“You act like my daddy, too!” She tries to kiss the stranger. His second hand grabs her by the neck and pushes her back. She moans and presses her clit into the palm of his hand. A third hand reaches into her dress, groping her breast. A fourth slides two fingers into her mouth. Her already drunk speech now incoherent. Someone spits into her mouth. A fifth hand adds more fingers to her sloppy cunt.

She closes her eyes and enjoys the attention. Dozing off in a drunken horny stupor, she comes back for a second. She looks around for the older man who caught her, but can’t see through the crowd. Looking back, a new man has gripped onto her hips, fucking her little pussy. “You’ren’t my daddy :(“ the girl whines.

Daddy or not, her hole is filled with his cum. He pulls put his cock and lifts up her petite body. The man offers her to another dancer, who forces his cock into her freshly used pussy. She wraps her arms and legs around him. “I loooove this song!” She bounces on his dick, nowhere close to the rhythm of the house music. The girl fades out again.

A few couches make a lounge area on the dancefloor. She wakes to a mouthful of cum, spread open over an armrest. The girl asks the man buried deep in her cunt: “Did I sucksh your cock?” Confused and disoriented, the cum drools out of her mouth onto her already-cum-stained black dress.

Another girl climbs onto the couch and sits on her face. She fingers herself and rubs her pussy against the tongue of the drunk slut. The creampies she’s collected pour into her mouth and all over her face. She hops off, leaving the cum slut to swallow the loads for her. Gulping, she looks to the man who is using her, but he’s finished and is walking away. Another one takes his place. Again, the girl blacks out.

Now she’s sucking cock, her cheek stretched by the head of his dick while he slaps her awake. Feeling a strong vibration deep inside of her, the girl finds herself being used by a gorgeous woman with a strap-on. She rambles once the cock is taken out of her mouth. “You’rsho beutiful.” A man positions himself behind the woman, roughly pressing into her ass. The woman fucks the young girl harder, moaning from the anal sex and vibrations from the strap-on “I thinksh I’m bisexual. Girls arr so pretty.” The cock that was in her mouth covers her face in cum.

She’s in the midst of an orgasm. My first from a woman! She gasps, enjoying the new feeling. Opening her eyes, she finds a man fucking her to completion. “Awwhh… Have you seen my friend?” He ignores her, pulling her hips in close to fuck her as deeply as he can.

Stockings ripped to shreds, someone is fucking her anally. The girl is too tired to look at him, instead grasping onto his strong arms wrapped around her tummy. “Whersh my buttplug? It’s my favrite!” Somebody comes to stuff his cock into the cum dump. “Can you help me find my plug?” He finishes and leaves, the next man takes his spot. “Whersh my plug? It’s pink!” The man in her ass starts pumping faster.

She’s lying on the floor, a few dancers slowly wiggling around her. The girl can barely move. A woman plays with her pussy, fingers easily slipping in from all the cum. Even in her limp state, the young girl ekes out another orgasm. “Yur my bestfriend.” She doesn’t know if the woman heard her.

The little girl is lying on her bathroom floor, obliterated and oblivious to how she got home. Someone is on top of her, though the girl is so fucked up she isn’t even sure what hole he’s using. Daylight is coming in through the windows. “Are you my daddy?” He doesn’t respond. She’s not sure she said it out loud. He leaves, and the apartment is empty.

The young girl curls up next to the toilet, and falls asleep.

[boywombs]

going to a club with shitty reviews on purpose, specifically ones left by women saying the men are super creepy and don't take no for an answer

dressing up like a slut to rapebait them cause you know you're not brave enough to make the first move, putting yourself in a situation where the choice is gonna be taken from you

and you think that's what you want, that it'd be super hot to finally try this irl after fantasizing about it online for so long

until it actually, actually happens and you're being dragged to the restroom, the bartender doesn't care to help even though he clearly notices the panicked look you give him, and you end up crowded into a stall with a man towering over you, grunting in your ear, leaving painful hickeys on your neck while he strips you

barely any prep before he sheaths himself in your cunt, gripping your hips to the point of bruising. you panic, pushing and tugging at him, saying you're not on birth control and he has to use a condom. of course you aren't, that was part of the fantasy. when you were masturbating like a bitch in heat you thought it'd be soo hot to actually have a man put a load in you unprotected

it's not so hot now, with his thrusting becoming sloppier, moaning shamelessly and telling you to your face how you fucked up, he's not gonna let you get away, he'll get you pregnant. he promises

he cums, his euphoric moan drowning out your scream as he holds you close, breathing heavy, cock pressed up against your cervix while it spurts again and again. ruining your life in a dirty bathroom stall, all for a fun, thrill seeking club adventure

(AU: it's a gay club and a guy knocks you up to put you in your place and keep you out of the club, tired of fakeboys showing up thinking they belong there)

[teasingt-dick]

Imagine going to a frat party only to see one of your friends tied up in a side room, gagged and whimpering. frat bros sip their beers and stroke their cocks, all waiting for their turn as the guy fucking her jokes about how tight the sluts pussy is.

Horrified, You try to back out but your "friend" grabs you from behind, you pinning your arm to your side as he gropes your tits

"Hey guys, I got more fuck holes for us to play with!"

Ever man there cheers, more hands grabbing you and drag you to a couch. You start to cry out, but are helpless against all the men around you who work to rip your clothes off.

Before long you're airtight on rapist cock, each guy taking a turn with your holes. Those cocks feel so good that you can't help but cum over and over as they take their turns using you like a fleshlight.

"Hey, let's see if we can knock this bitch up".

By the time morning comes around you have dozens of guys loads dripping out of your gang raped pussy. And dozens more every night after that.

[axofservice]

Imagine raping me to calm me down? I’m crying and panicking about something and you pin me down with your weight and slide your dick inside me?

“Shhhh, shhh, that’s it…come on baby, I know you can take it. Breathe now. You can take this dick, can’t you baby. Yeah, I know you can.” Gently whispering in my ear while you push your raw dick all the way into my pussy.

“Just breathe. Focus on that dick inside you, it’s big isn’t it? Breathe nice and slow, focus on your pussy” as you reach down to rub my clit. “Oh yeah, you like that don’t you baby? That’s it, nice deep long breaths, just like I’m fucking you long and deep.” Holding me tight while you rape my pussy steadily. “Shhhh, don’t cry, don’t cry anymore, just take this dick, you’re taking it so good aren’t you, you can take it baby girl.”

[cumsocket]

The Good New Days

Imagine being in the first generation of females once women are recognized as property again. All the men you slighted or snubbed, the guys you thought you were too good for.

Now you meet them every night at your job in the bar. The only work for cunts anymore is getting your holes worked open, so you report promptly every evening for your shift.

Your first fuck comes from your older neighbor. You saw him watching you sunbathe sometimes, in the before times, and your told all your friends he’s a creep. You think about that while he pounds your cunt from behind and finishes in your hole with a grunt.

Next is your ex boyfriend. You left him because he didn’t have the money to buy you makeup. Now you envy his owned slut, who doesn’t have to get her holes stretched open by strangers to make ends meet.

“Oh, you fucking bitch,” your ex groans as his cock pushes between your pussy lips. “Bet you missed this, didn’t you.”

You feel a spark of anger but your cunt reveals the truth that your brain rejects: you did miss this. You feel the urge to squirm away and scream at him for being a loser, but it’s too late. Once a girl starts getting bitched, her pussy takes over and there’s nothing to be done except give it what it needs.

So instead, you squeal. You sound like one of those porn bitches. You start humping your hips back to bounce your pussy on your ex’s cock. “I missed your cock!” you whine. “I missed your cock fucking my hole!”

“Dumb fucking bitch!” He cums in your hole and immediately withdraws his cock, zipping up and walking away like he didn’t just cream inside you.

You know your last visitors very well. You hear one of them talking to your boss, the bar owner. Before too long, the new man is standing behind you and you hear his zipper open. “Ted’s still giving us the family discount,” your father says, positioning his cock head just at the entrance of your hole. “And a two-for-one tonight.”

You wince as your younger brother walks into view, a bulge evident in his pants. “Hey, fuckmeat,” he sneers, rubbing his hardness through his pants. He hasn’t called you by your name since the new laws passed. Instead, it’s a never ending litany of embarrassing and misogynistic nicknames.

You open your mouth to respond but your father chooses that moment to push inside you, skewering you on his cock. Your mouth pops open reflexively, and your brother laughs at your vacant slut face.

His smug look while your father starts rutting you is too much to bear. The shock and shame of it go straight to your cunt, making you squeeze down hard enough to earn a pleased groan from your father.

You briefly think about turning your head away, not watching your brother watch you get fucked, but your cunt is pulsing like never before. You need more.

You stick out your tongue and cross your eyes, squealing in time to each thrust from your father. Your brother watches your display and you can see that even he is surprised by it. “Fuck, you bitches are all cock puppets, aren’t you,” he mutters, almost to himself.

“Put it in the cunt’s mouth,” your father’s voice breaks in. “Let’s barbecue the bitch like a spit pig.”

You’ve had your brother’s cock in your mouth before, basically as soon as the new edicts came out, but you’ve never been spitroasted between him and your father while they casually discuss your body and use you to relieve their cocks.

“The more a cumsleeve gets filled, the easier the bitch is to keep in line,” your father muses, his prick embedded deep in your womanhood. “You’ve clearly been doing a good job with your sister. Look how desperate she is to be humiliated.”

You can only gurgle a response since your brother’s cock is now deep in your throat. “Yeah, she looks pretty fucking stupid,” he chuckles, calmly using your mouth like a second pussy.

Your legs twitch as a wave of shame hits you. You know exactly how you look, spitted between your father and brother’s cocks, gurgling like an idiot. “Easy there, bitch.” Your father steadies you with one hand. “I’m almost there.”

Your brother grunts and you feel his balls tighten against your face. “Oh fuck, me too,” he groans.

They cum in you at the same time, their semen spurting against your cunt walls and tongue simultaneously. The pure humiliation of being seeded this way makes your body twitch and spasm, squirming on their cocks, until the heat in your cunt spills over and you’re rocked with an orgasm.

The three of you stay connected, both cocks twitching inside you while you stare straight ahead, eyes wide, feeling the horror of your actions sink in. They leave you like that, too, naked, dripping cum, and staring vacantly. You barely notice when the next men pick up where they left off.

This is your life now.

[cordless-driller-deactivated202]

the beautiful concept of my femme girlfriend sending my pictures on dating apps to men with rape kinks. she sets up a meeting, telling me that it's a surprise and that she'll meet me at a motel room for a date night. i arrive excitedly, leave the door unlocked, and wait patiently on the bed while smiling and imagining the night my sweet girlfriend has planned for me.

when a man enters the room, my first instinct isn't even to panic. my mind presumes he works at the motel, and as i'm about to ask if there's something he needs, he grins and sweeps his gaze up and down my body, eyes like a wolf. something in the pit of me goes cold.

"fuck, you're even dykier in person. c'mere, i'm not waiting any longer for this, gonna look so good split open." he advances on me and my body is flooded with fear and adrenaline. forgetting the bed, i stumble back and land hard. with my mind still reeling and coordination all over the place, it's easy for him to grab my ankle tight and wrench me back towards him before i manage to pull myself to the other side of the bed. i kick out and reach up, slashing towards his face with my nails, anything to get him off. but my girlfriend picked a weightlifter on purpose, decided so as soon as she'd seen his gym pictures. more than big and strong enough to put me in my place.

he laughs and catches my wrist, the display of strength as he pins me down immediately making me more frightened than i've ever been in my life. i start begging blindly and still try to kick, my breath so fast and harried.

"god, you're so fucking good at this, you're making me so hard. really like putting up a fight, don't you, babygirl? that's cute, makes me like you even more. gives me permission to beat up your pussy a little extra, too." he groans all of this in my ear, my shrill screams and pleas falling on deaf ears as he strips and rips my clothes away. dealing with me is easier for him than a standard workout, i have no hope of getting away. we both know that.

"want it to be a bitching or you want me to treat you like a little wife?" he asks, feeling me up with his broad, hot hands and drooling onto my neck, already wet with tears.

"please, please, get off, i don't...i can't...you have to stop, you can't do this!!" i'm sobbing and hysterical and my pitch only increases when he reaches down and frees his thickening cock from his jeans.

"you talk dirty so beautifully. does that mean i get to choose? you're already making me a happy man, your pussy's going to be even better. i think a bitching for your first time works for a butchy girl like you. think you're so tough but you just need someone to carve out some room in your guts, don't you?" it's fast and easy as he flips me over and pins me again, legs kicked wide and held in place by his, off the side of the bed so my cunt is exposed.

he pins my wrists with one arm at the small of my back, and even as i writhe and struggle, i'm only hurting myself. i'm no more bothersome to him than a fly buzzing around his head. i sob into the sheets, utterly destroyed and confused, heaving breaths bursting out of me.

"you're so into this, fuck." he leans back to spread my lips and stare down at my pussy, pink and empty and wet. wet from fantasizing about my girlfriend, i tell myself as he groans and rubs his fingers up and down my slit. "sexy rapable little butch. how has no one made you into a fleshlight yet? if i knew you, you would've been turned out on my cock within a month of us meeting. can't waste a second to take that prime gold star pussy."

"you have to stop, please, please!"

"you still pretending, honey? i don't have to do anything, i think you know already that i'll do what i want. i'm just enjoying the view. you look so nice and tight, maybe even still got your hymen, huh? it's never gonna look the same once i gape you open, baby, you know that? you'll feel it every time you touch your cunt for the rest of your life. more open, even by just a bit, changed forever by my cock. i can't thank you enough for the privilege." he leans down to kiss my neck and lines up his cock with my cunt. no fingers or prep, that's what he'd agreed on with my girlfriend as she masqueraded as me, cockhungry and masochistic. i'm still screaming and shaking, but my throat is starting to hurt something fierce and i doubt i'll be able to carry on much longer. that makes the tears flow faster.

he pushes forward with his hips, one hand still pinning my wrists and one settled tight-fingered on my hip, bruising me as he pulls me back onto his dick. it hurts and stings horribly, but the pushing, relentless fullness takes me by surprise. it's so all encompassing, so big, and as he settles in almost as deep as he can get, i feel like i can't even fill my lungs, too full up with rapist cock.

"that's it, yeahhh." he's groaning and breathing hard, making a low noise every time my cunt spasms or clenches. "perfect, fucking perfect. you should feel how silky you are in here, fuck. took me in with hardly a fight. knew you'd take your bitching like a good girl, i could see it in your eyes. too weak to resist a good cock."

he keeps fucking into me, spitting down onto his shaft to ease the way even more. i'm gurgling and half struggling on the bed, so completely out of my mind and overwhelmed and confused and full. he's as happy as he's ever been above me, using his cock as a weapon to put me in my place. bitch me. fill me.

and, unbeknownst to both of us, my girlfriend arrived before i did. my femme is sitting in the closet, mere feet away from where i've been screaming and struggling and being violated so thoroughly that i've forgotten myself. she's looking through the slats and rubbing her cunt, so drenched from the sight of the person who trusts her the most being raped and filled. she can't wait for the rest of the guys to arrive.

[cordless-driller-deactivated202]

in honor of this getting 100 notes here’s a continuation, i love all you perverts so much :’)

i don't hear the door opening when the next guy comes into the motel room. or maybe i do. blood is rushing in my ears, my sobs loud, and my heartbeat already through the roof with pure fear and adrenaline. even if i did hear the door, i couldn't get more scared anyways. all that exists is overwhelm and tense muscles and sweat and the relentless defiling of my cunt.

when i see a dick in front of me, i feel insane. he hadn't pulled out, i could still feel the strokes of him fucking into me, the weight of him on my back. i look up fearfully to see a new man, also sturdy and fully dressed except for undone fly for his cock, blood heavy and hot next to my face. the smile he gives down at me makes me shiver and start sobbing.

"fuck, you got a live one, huh? she ever done anything like this before?" he's talking to the other man over me, who is starting to push into me in shorter, harsher stokes, keeping me as full as possible.

"plea...i’m not, please don't rape me please stopp!!" i manage the first words i've been able to in a while, throat sore from screaming and mind delirious with pain and fear. i hear laughter above me.

"isn't she so adorable? never had cock before, at least that's what she said on the dating app. she said she'd be inviting multiple. fuck, she's gotta be so into it, you should feel how wet her cunt is." and i can hear it as he says that, the sloppy sounds of him fucking into me, of his dick and hips covered in my slick. i bow my head and cry into the sheets.

the new guy reaches down around my jaw to grab me and wrench my head up. "nuh uh, sweet thing. i'm using your mouth, there's no use hiding. not many girls are lucky enough to get a gangbang their first time, you know. you're gonna be so fucked out. you should say thank you, honey."

i think, through the pain, of a million things to say. i'm a dyke. please stop. i have a girlfriend. please stop. i never asked for this. please stop. i don't want to be raped. please stop. let me go home. please stop. i have to fucking get away now. please stop. don't you see what monsters you are, you're raping me, you're horrible, you're hurting me so badly, i thought i was stronger than this. please stop.

thank you is the furthest thing from my mind. i choke out, "i can't do this, pleaseeee don't do this to m-m-me, PLEASE!"

my wounded howls don't work, no wonder. no miracles tonight.

"fuck, begging's always the cutest part. now don't bite. remember who's in charge here." the man in front of me says, and i want to bare my teeth. gnash and make him scared. but no. the fear is in me, and it's made a home. they can't be afraid of me, no matter what i do. they can use my body, do what they want, i can't fight, it won't matter. my mind sinks back further away from me and i go limper than i was before. but still cry harder when i hear that elicit a groan of "gooood girl, fuck."

"i'm gonna cum in her, shit. it's so fuckin' tight in here, it's heaven. she really was a virgin, i think. bled a little." the man behind me grips my hips tighter and moans in my ear. i tremble in fear of feeling him cum in me, of knowing that i'm not on birth control, of the violation, but again, it's dull. "yeah, that's a good dyke. take my fuckin' cum, can feel you're hungry for it, fuck."

and right as i gasp, ragged and broken, at the feeling of slick warmth deep up inside me where nothing has ever been before, i taste cock for the first time. he shoves carelessly into my open mouth, grunting and gripping onto my short hair as he bullies the tip of it against my throat, making me choke.

my choking and gagging just makes him laugh again, and he keeps going. i taste his bitter precum and spit drools from my mouth as my gag reflex is abused. i dully feel the man behind me slip out and feel the slow movement and drip of his cum out of me. in the back of my mind, i realize i'm not being pinned as tightly anymore and think i should move. my kick is laughably weak, and as i try to twist my body around, i hear the first man tutting softly.

"mmm-mmm, little girl, you're not gonna go anywhere until we're done. you got a lot of dick to take tonight. your first rape should always be special." he croons in my ear, tugging me softly and turning me onto my back. the guy shoving his dick in my mouth just readjusts, dragging his balls across my forehead and nose as he keeps trying to fuck my throat. the noises i'm making around him are fucking humiliating, gags and slurps and desperate gasps for air.

"put her in mating position, dude. my friend's getting here next, he always likes trying to get girls pregnant. he'll love this dyke's cunt, she looks so ripe." he keeps fucking my mouth as the first guy shoves my legs up tight to my chest, leaving my cunt and ass exposed. at the mention of the word "pregnant", i try to push back again, sobbing desperately around the cock in my mouth and clawing out with my hands.

"shhh, shhhh, c'mon. that's no way to act. already taken one load, honey, another's not gonna hurt you. your body feels so fucking good, you're being so so good for us. we needed a little rape puppet, you're better than any pussy i've ever had before. nice gold star cunt, so accommodating for your first time, dollface." my first rapist smiles down at me and spanks my exposed, puffy cunt, making a horrendously loud wet smack. he does it again, and again, and again, and i'm desperately yelping, trying to close my legs and protect myself. but it's all useless, i'm held too tightly in place, surrounded to closely by men who want nothing but to hurt me, put me in my place.

"oh, you guys already got her all warmed up, huh? fuck. does this one scream pretty?" i hear a third man's voice, all of the sudden, and cannot help the ragged sobs that start caving in my chest. the cock in my throat recedes and i choke on my spit while i start yelling again, frightened and desperate. "yeah, keep going, baby. just like that."

my femme girlfriend, still in the closet, can hardly keep herself quiet from the excitement she feels. she's always wanted to see me bred up, and the third guy has a breeding kink miles wide. she can see in his eyes that he's exactly what i need. she brings her fingers down to her clit again, breathing quickened as she waits to reveal herself at just the right moment.

[ftmdoll]

Please tell us about your rapes, which one hurt your brain the most?

probably when i was in high school at summer camp with a bunch of kids from my school - i had just come out at school so i was staying in the boys cabin for the first time (i was pre-t and everything though). i felt really accepted for the first couple days cause all the guys were being super nice to me, using my preferred name and he/him etc, so i felt safe with them. but on like the third or fourth night of the week they completely broke my trust and fucked over my mind - i woke up in the middle of the night to a pillowcase being tied over my mouth as a gag. the boy who'd been sleeping in the bed next to mine was on top of me forcing the pillowcase around my head and tying it at the back so i could barely make a sound.

he was the only one who raped me that night but i knew almost all the other guys were awake (i was still making some soft scared noises and the bed was squeaking plus my pussy was wet and squelching around his cock 😖) and i could even see some of them jerking off where their fists were moving up and down under the blankets.

the guy on top of me came and then stayed inside me, slowly thrusting in and out, sloshing his cum around, until my whining and struggling made him hard enough to fuck me and cum inside all over again. n then he just got back in bed and went to sleep like nothing happened

[emo-boytoy-deactivated20220705]

Thinking about someone so much bigger than me getting on top of me and thrusting their cock into my pathetic cunt, no need to hold me down, their weight and position alone keep me totally unable to move. It also lets them do whatever they want while I cry and whimper from how their huge thrusting cock stretches and hurts me

[your-internet-bf]

I have a bad habit of looking at other people's phones in public. Someday, I think I'll look at a cute girl's screen and see the sorta shit I like - bondage, rape, deep, strong fucking. You'd scroll past as quick as you can, of course, since it's embarrassing to be caught looking at that in public... But I'd know.

It's not hard to follow people, especially in a city. Nobody expects to be followed; you'd never even notice. Maybe you catch a glimpse of me through the corner of your eye, but it's just a coincidence that I've been behind you the past eight blocks, right? Right?

I've been camping outside your place, watching through the window. It wasn't hard, and you haven't noticed anything more than a shadow. But it's dark out now, and very late, and I climb up to your window to get a better view.

I see you reclined in your bed, rubbing and pounding as hard as you can, your brow furrowed and your lips open in a silent moan as you try to hide your, what, fourth orgasm of the night? I watch, every inch of my cock throbbing, aching, waiting for my turn.

You turn off your phone, close your eyes, and you - raw, red, exhausted you - try to sleep. I wait a few minutes just to be sure, feeling myself over my clothes, before trying your window. It's a rush when I find it unlocked - you are EXACTLY the kind of girl I thought you were. Silently, the window slides open, and I follow the cool night air into your bedroom.

You're prettier up close. I've been studying you for hours now, of course, but I hadn't noticed just how soft your skin was, or how smooth your curves... I pull down your covers, revealing that you didn't bother to put anything on after you came. Your slick, abused cunt is so inviting; every cell in my body is screaming at me to tear you open with my cock, to ruin you, to pound your cervix up into your tummy, but there's something I need to do first...

I take a quick moment to undress, quietly, the soft clink of my belt buckle being the only sound other than our breathing, already starting to mix in the darkness. Then all at once I pounce, pushing you onto your front, gripping your waist from behind, and ramming my cock dry into your ass.

It hurts. I want it to hurt.

You're scared. I want you to be scared.

Maybe you've been with a guy before, maybe you haven't, maybe you have a boyfriend, or girlfriend, or spouse right now; it doesn't matter to me. With my size, every hole feels tight, especially a victim.

I feel you writhe beneath me, trying to get away, but I won't let you. I take one of my hands off your waist and, balling up your hair in one fist, wrench your head back.

"You," I whisper, my breath hot on your cheek, "aren't going anywhere, pretty girl."

I push your face down into your bed and keep going, pounding, breaking, raping your ass. You feel my breath on you, my sweat on you, the smell of me overwhelming even as I'm intoxicated by yours. I yank your head back up and take a deep breath in at the back of your neck, moaning as I breathe out. As I pause, you raise your hips into me, whimpering, and I know you need me to keep going.

Because you need it, don't you? You need a big, strong man, smelling like sweat and power, to rape you, don't you? To completely make you mine, to turn you into a sobbing, soaking mess, to mold you around my filthy, throbbing cock. Say it now, say that you need it, that you're a needy slut, say it out loud...

So I continue. Taking the other hand back to your waist, I redouble my work, straining inside you. I reach down to slap your soaking pussy and rub your wetness on me, and keep going. In and out, in and out, in and out, my girth spreading your ass so wide, so painfully, you can barely think. But I know you need it, and I'm so close now.

My breath comes faster, catching in my throat, and you feel a hard thrust, then another, another, another, and finally, I ram into you so hard we both collapse into your bed... And you feel the thick, white cum shoot into you. Warm, heavy, sticky, it fills your insides as my cock pulses thick and strong inside you, my breath warm on your neck as I force you to cockwarm me.

I kiss your soft, pretty skin as you sob into your pillow. I grind into you as I do, and my cum leaks out, a slow stream rolling down from your ruined ass towards that gaping, aching cunt. After a minute, I pull out, and push you onto your back. You get a brief glimpse at my face through the tears - long, long eyelashes framing deep gray eyes - before I steal a kiss. Your tears make it salty, and you feel me smile, pressed up against your lips.

"You needed it, didn't you?" I ask, still grinning.

Weakly, you nod. "Mhmm..." You draw in another shaky breath.

"Good, good girl." I lean back and reach for my cock - I'm still hard. I still need you.

You know what you are now. You'd suspected it before, but now you know what you are, what you need, and so do I. You spread your legs for me, this time willingly, begging me to come make you mine...

[your-internet-bf]

Thinking about showing everyone what a whore you are.

Hanging out with friends, everyone is having a good time, you're sitting next to me on the couch. I turn to the group and say, "hey, watch this." I look you in the eyes and tell you to spread.

Obediently, you open your legs for the whole party to see, smiling so prettily at me. Just the way I trained you. Everyone's laughing, but you're so drunk, you don't really understand why.

I reach a hand between your legs, rubbing so sweetly, and say to everyone else, "come on, come feel how wet she is!"

So our friends gather around, chuckling and teasing as they all lean in to feel you for themselves. I rest one hand on top of your head - you're doing so well for me.

Your whole body is suffused with warmth, now. From the booze and weed, sure, but there's another warmth, isn't there, building inside you. You barely even notice as I help you out of your clothes, but you certainly notice when my cock slaps down on your tummy.

"Hey, wait," you laugh, and as your mouth opens fingers find their way inside. They're not mine. You aren't sure whose they are. There's a raw attitude building in the room, and more and more hands are on you every second, more lips, more probing fingers.

With a jolt, you feel me push inside. You've never quite gotten used to my size, and it feels so fucking good as I stretch you out inside, pressing in every direction, and you can't help but moan with my strong, deep strokes.

Another cock is by your mouth, pushing at your lips, then another. Someone grabs your wrist and puts your hand on their cock, and someone is riding your other hand, now. I press down on your tummy as I fuck you, and hands caress your hips, your moans obstructed by the cocks in your mouth. You're such a good girl that you try to focus through the pleasure to stroke what's in your hands. People are laughing, aren't you proud to be the heart of the party?

Abruptly, the cock in your hand spasms, and you feel the hot, sticky cum shoot onto your bare tummy. Your breath catches in your throat, and with three quick, perfect strokes inside you, you cum, cum for me, writhing beneath the hands and attention of all your friends, and as you contract around me I can't help it either. You hear me moan something, indistinct over the noise of the party, over the noise of your exhibition of lust, and you feel it shoot deep inside you, spraying your womb, dripping out as I continue to thrust into you.

I pull out, slapping your aching cunt, watching you flinch. You're begging now, you need more, don't you? I half pull, half carry you over to the coffee table, and push you down on one side.

I lift one leg up, and as I force your tight little ass to spread for my thick, veiny cock, I grab your hair and pull your head back. You feel pressure as someone else, you don't even know who and I won't let you see, slides their cock inside you, my cum still dripping out. Their cock isn't nearly as thick, but it's long, long, long. You gasp as our friend pushes your cervix up into you, fucking you quick and deep as I impale you on my cock.

You start crying, hands covering you again, kisses on your neck, your shoulder blades, your spine, your fingers, and you cum again, intoxicated by the attention, losing yourself in the hedonism of it all...

After you don't know how long, you feel me pull out. You're not even sure if I came or not, but the space is filled soon enough. As you feel the warm wetness of a tongue caress between your legs, you overhear me on the phone.

"Yeah, man, get over here. Bring everyone. Oh, don't bring any condoms. You're not gonna believe this..."

[your-internet-bf]

My stories so far have been entirely fiction, but now I'd like to tell one that's mostly fact.

You've been happily married for almost ten years. Everything is amazing: your husband makes bank, and takes care of all the bills, but your own part-time business gives you financial freedom. You're healthy, eating and exercising in moderation, and you know that you look good. You feel the eyes of other men on you when you go out, and even though you know you shouldn't, you like seeing the jealousy on their faces when you turn to your husband and cling to him, obviously adoring him.

Yes, everything is perfect... Except in bed.

You keep yourself looking good for yourself, of course, and your own confidence, but it would be nice if it felt like he wanted you too. You try to fuck him every day of the week, sometimes more than once a day, but you're lucky if he can get it up more than twice a month. He doesn't have any health issues, and he says he's into you, but his behavior makes you feel horrible. What sort of husband, what sort of man, wouldn't want to fuck someone as gorgeous as you? Plus, not that it should matter, but you're pretty sure he's lying when he says three inches is average for dick size, but you're a loyal wife at the end of the day and you're never gonna test it.

So when you're at your niece's swim meet and a handsome stranger starts talking to you, you play into it a little. God, usually you don't even pay attention when they try to talk to you but there's something different about this one... His voice is deep and smooth, his eyes are a striking gray, even prettier than your own, you think grudgingly, and god, he's got nice hair. You're not sure why, but the clear fact that he cares for his hair sticks in your mind. When he asks for your number, you sigh internally - well, the fun's over, I'm gonna have to turn him down - but then something in my eyes makes you hesitate. Something fierce sparks in my gaze, and, your stomach twisting, you give it to me. But it doesn't mean anything, does it?

You weren't sure if you'd be able to talk to me very well, but you find yourself quickly charmed by me. I'm kind, knowledgeable, reasonable, a good listener, funny, and most of all humble. I make a few dirty jokes, and despite yourself you laugh. It's all harmless anyway, right?

A few days go by and I tell you I'm shopping for swimsuits, and send you pics of me wearing them. You can't help but stare at how the fabric clings to the muscles of my legs, contouring down the thigh, and... Christ, what is that at my crotch? It's gotta be at least the size of your fist! You feel a flaring warmth between your legs, and for a moment, just for a moment, you imagine what that would feel like inside you... But no, I must have stuffed it with something. You laugh and help me choose, trying to forget the moment.

A week passes, and we're more comfortable talking now. We've talked about dating, and you've let slip some compliments you're not sure your husband would like to know you're saying to another man. You've sent some harmless photos of yourself to me, just cute dresses, but tonight, I'm barely even on your mind. A few nights ago, off a few glasses of wine, you had complained to me a little that you wish your husband would touch you more. Even then, you'd blushed, knowing you were playing with fire by telling that to this attractive man, but I'd taken it in stride, advising you to buy some nice lingerie, send him selfies in it, and tell him you're waiting for him in bed. So, as night fell, you took the photos and sent them to your husband, trembling a little. You imagined him opening his phone and seeing you, gorgeous, resplendent in lace, legs spread in the mirror, groping your own tits, and his face turning red, and him racing home to fuck you like he did on your wedding night. You recline on your bed, rubbing yourself in anticipation, the cool metal of your wedding ring pleasurable on your sensitive clit, and your heart pounds as you hear your phone vibrate - he's seen your pictures. He's on his way, surely. So you open your message and see:

I'm sorry, I have business to take care of tonight. I'm going to sleep at the office. Maybe tomorrow?

You're flooded with shame. How fucking disappointing, humiliating, and yet, expected. You down a glass of wine, then another, and a nasty thought flashes through your head - you know who would really appreciate those pictures? Me. The handsome man who's actually paying attention to you, the one who talks to you about your day, the one with that big damn bulge. A good wife would never do this, but your husband isn't treating you well enough to deserve good wife behavior, so fuck it. Fuck it! You send the photos to me, feeling a vengeful lust as you await my reaction.

Holy shit. Were these meant for me?

Yeah. My husband isn't fucking coming home tonight.

He's blind

For real

Good lord woman does he even know what he's missing out on

No

But you do

Maybe I can show you what you're missing out on, too

Surely... Surely I can't mean what you think I mean. You think again about that swimsuit pic from last week... Truth be told, you've been thinking about it a lot. Going back to look at it, touching yourself a little, but only a little. A good wife wouldn't do this, but he's not being a very good husband.

This is really not appropriate, but...

Show me.

Now, you aren't particularly religious, but the twin feelings of fear and desire when you lay eyes on my cock make you understand why some people are.

Oh my god! What even is that thing!

Haha, a little bigger than your used to?

you're*

Lol it has to be the size of my fucking forearm!

Hahaha it's not that big, I promise

I feel... submissive to it. Not romance, but like I need to serve it.

Fuck it. You're feeling bold.

You should get over here. Right now.

Trembling, your entire body feeling warm, you take a picture of your hand covering your pussy, wedding ring prominently visible on your finger. Your husband will never see this photo... But I will.

God I fucking wish I could but I don't have a car right now, remember?

Dammit. God dammit. There is absolutely no way this night ends without one of your holes getting absolutely stuffed by that beautiful cock.

Then I'll come pick you up.

You throw some clothes on, a loose shirt, a jacket, and some yoga pants, over the lingerie. The straps press into you, tight lines on your back and thighs, and you in your fury at your husband you give in to your imagination, letting yourself fantasize about my hands, not his, on your back. My voice, not his, in your ear. My.... Well. You need to focus on driving now, so you can't get too distracted, but the only reason you haven't pulled over to relieve the needy tension between your legs is because you know a man is waiting to do it for you, to touch you, to feel you, to meet your desire with the fiery lust you so desperately wish your husband had.

Your nerves almost overwhelm your desire as you pull up to my house, but as I open the door and slide into the passenger seat, an intoxicating scent fills the air and all your doubts vanish like smoke. You want this man inside you. Your husband won't do it, but I will.

We exchange greetings, and hesitating for a moment, I reach one hand out towards your face, cradling your head in one large, strong hand, reaching my fingers back through your hair, and as I move to kiss you, you slam yourself into me, messily, greedily, a little too hard. Our lips meet, but we crash our noses together a little painfully. You blink rapidly and start to apologize, but the tension of the moment is cut by my easy laughter, and you find yourself chuckling too. I rest my forehead against yours.

"To your place, then?"

You feel your skull vibrate a little as I speak, even through the rumbling of the car.

"Mhmm... We've got all night."

As you drive, I lean back and rest one hand on your thigh, stroking up and down, reaching down to feel the softness of your inner thigh. You feel my hand rise higher up your thigh, slowly, slowly, until I'm rubbing fully over your pussy, strong fingers pressing in and up as I stroke up and down. You moan in pleasure, a stifled sound accompanied by a low chuckle from me. God, why can't your husband touch you like this? Why is this so fucking hot?

We cruise into your garage, my hand still working between your legs like a masseuse, rubbing, pressing, so strong and capable...

We flood into your home, a mess of quick kisses and limbs. We slam into one wall of your living room, and I press my whole body into you, grinding my hips and holy shit, that fucking pressure down there must be my cock, but you hook one leg around me, hands riding over my clothes, feeling my muscles. You rip your shirt off, lingerie displayed proudly for me, and I slide one hand underneath. Your chest heaves as your breath comes harder, faster, pressing your tits into my hand, my fingers, as my other hand presses you by the small of your back into me, my lips at your neck. I grab one of your wrists, so small in my hand, and put your hand on my crotch, grinding the mass into your palm, and you gasp. You squeeze, just to be sure, but it's real. It's mine. It's that fucking big. You stroke the length over my jeans, feeling it throb even through the thick fabric, and almost before you know it you're on your knees, breathing in the scent of me, pressing your face into my bulge and moaning like a whore as you unleash me.

"Oh," you breathe, "my god."

It slaps down onto your forehead, heavy, thick, consuming the center of your sight. I grab the sides of your head and press into you, groaning, and you feel the weight of my balls on your chin, your lips, and you drink in the slightly sour scent of me like it's the nectar of the gods. With what you're willing to sacrifice for me right now, it may as well be.

You grip around me with one hand and are shocked that your hand doesn't close around it. You had saved yourself for your husband, you'd never felt another man in your life, and you knew that you'd never be able to look at him the same way again. You reach up a second hand and start stroking, pulling the thick heavy tip down towards your mouth. A trail of precum shines in the lamp light, and you lick me clean, reveling in the musky, salty taste. You look up at me, straight in the eyes as I cradle the side of your head, and give it a kiss. Tentative at first, just a peck, but then with your tongue. I moan, and start pressing it into your mouth. You spread your lips, but it's not enough. You can't fit past the tip, even as I struggle to press the length into you. One more time, you open your mouth as wide as possible, and finally, finally, the heavy, hot, throbbing tip of this other man's cock is in your mouth. You feel my precum directly on the back of your tongue, and as you brace your head back against the wall, you feel me push inside.

Your body resists beautifully, but it's a lost cause. I'm too strong, too insistent, now, for you to have a say in the matter. You brace yourself against my thighs as I grind further, further, another two inches down, and you feel your throat bulge, filled with my cock. I pull back, letting you breath, tears welling in your eyes, and as I start to ask you something you throw your head back onto my cock, trying to swallow it all this time.

You hear my moans above you, and the soaking wetness between your legs flutters. I grip your head again, fingers twining in your hair, and start thrusting down your throat. You can't take it all inside, so you stroke me with one hand at the base of my cock, fast little pumps as you squeeze the thick, heavy shaft, feeling my balls swing against your wrist.

Suddenly, forcefully, I slam the whole length down your throat, my eyes closed, moaning and cursing and finally, finally, I let you breathe, pulling out of your throat, and I finish myself in front of you, jerking fast and quick near the head, and I moan a long, drawn-out, shuddering "fuuuuuuck" as I cum, thick, hot ropes of sticky white on your face, your lips, your collarbone, your chest, that lingerie you bought for your husband under my direction.

You lick your lips as we try to catch our breath, and I lean on the wall next to you, my cock, not quite soft, hanging in front of your lips. Impulsively you lick it clean, dragging your tongue from the base of the shaft all the way up the head, feeling around the ridge as you do your best to please me, debasing yourself, letting yourself be the slut you always wished you could be with your husband.

You proffer one hand and I help you stand, legs shaking. You lean on me, arms folded against my chest, mouth and throat sore from my size, the taste of me still thick on your tongue. You look up and kiss my jaw, then fall back on the couch, and I fall before you, diving headfirst between your legs, my hands pushing your thighs apart, parting the sea of your desire and plunging you deeper into debauchery as I start to eat you out like it's my last meal on earth.

Fuck, I wasn't lying when I said I was good. Your husband won't do this, he never has, he won't even try, but I will, and I am, kneeling between your legs, sucking on your clit as my fingers tease your folds, pressing around you, sliding in and out, now, and you buck your hips into my face, one hand gripping my hair like you're trying to rip it out. My tongue slides over you, and your muscles jerk involuntarily with the shocks of pleasure, and there are tears in your eyes as the pleasure swells, swells, inside you, waves of it resounding through your body, my fingers electric inside you, and you cum, you cum for me, squeezing my head between your legs, back arched, moaning like a bitch in heat for me, this other man who can fuck you right, this other man who is not your husband.

But I am not yet done.

My big, strong hands close around your ankles and pull up, putting you flat on your back. I slap your raw, aching cunt with my hand a few times - not hard, but you're so sensitive that it still makes you flinch. The disrespect makes you indignant, but at the same time, you want it even more, now, don't you? I just hit you, not very hard, but I still slapped you, and you liked it. Fuck, you loved it.

"You needed to be fucked like a whore this whole time, huh?"

The wine-fueled lust, the urge to wound your husband for how he's hurt you, dies down a little, and you hesitate.

"Wait a moment, Gabe, I need a second..."

You look at your ring. Years and years of happiness. You look at my cock. Years and years of your needs being ignored.

"This one time, and that's it, okay?"

"Good enough for me," I smile.

You lean back and spread your legs, raising them to either side for me. I line up, and slide my cock over you, slapping it down on your tummy. Even now, after feeling it in your throat, you can't believe how deep inside you it would reach.

I reach down and cup your chin, forcing you to look me in the eyes, and with a shaky breath, you nod. I pull back, and start pushing in.

Two weeks ago, you believed that size doesn't matter even a little if you love your partner, and you love your husband dearly. But as I enter you, you realize that no amount of love can make up for the sheer physical fact of my size, and the way I stretch you out, filling your fluttering, aching cunt with my fat fucking cock. Another slutty moan is wrenched from your lips as I push inside, and you grip at the couch as you steady yourself to take me. You remember the difficulty of taking me down your throat, but you're so wet, so willing, so needy that it only hurts a little as I force another few inches inside. And then another. The tip presses against your cervix now, and I grind inside you, pushing, pushing, pushing you to take me, all of me, and you love the fucking feeling of it, of my weight, my size, after being so unsatisfied with your husband for so many years. You feel a decade of frustration releasing as I push inside you and start to thrust, in and out, in and out, ramming into your cervix, rocking you back into the couch cushions, and you hear me groan above you, "god, you're so fucking tight, girl," as I pick up the pace.

I take one hand, lay it across your pelvis, and push down, none too gently. You almost scream as the pleasure intensifies, each long stroke grinding along your g-spot, and you find yourself begging, "please, please, please," as you raise your cunt into me, the two of us unified in reaching ever deeper inside you.

My thrusts come harder, lighting strikes inside you punctuated by the thunder of my animal grunts, and you hook your legs around my back. You writhe beneath me, and with a panicked, "oh, god," you cum again, clenching around me, scratching at my back, your whole body shuddering and shaking as I continue to thrust, compounding the orgasm with the feeling of me.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you beg, whimpering, panting.

I lean in, my lips almost touching your ear. "I'm close," I whisper, breath shaky.

Your eyes widen. Again? Already? I just came five minutes ago, you can still taste it! But, you look me in the eyes again, and plead, "not inside?"

I kiss your forehead in agreement. With redoubled frenzy, I bring myself right to the edge, pounding your cunt like I'm trying to break you, and then all of a sudden pulling out. With another groan, shot after shot of my cum, this other man's cum, sprays on your beautiful skin. Long, sticky strands spraying from between your legs, up your tummy, onto your breasts, one even reaching your chin, dripping softly onto your chest.

I collapse on the couch next to you, panting, trying to slow my breathing. You rest your head on my shoulder.

A minute passes, and you ask, "can you get me a towel from the bathroom? It's just down the hall."

I return, tenderly cleaning my cum off you, and we return to sitting quietly together.

"How can we make this happen again, Gabe?"

I think for a minute, and then say, "if your husband wants to be cuckolded, we wouldn't even have to hide."

"Mmm," you stretch against me, draping one leg over my lap, "I probably can't just ask him that, can I?"

My hands rests on top of your head. "No," I reply, "probably not. But you can find out what kind of porn he likes."

We make small talk for a little while longer, snuggling together, but it's clear the night is over, and we both get dressed. It was a tame ride back to my house, and I leave you with a kiss to the back of your hand, my lips brushing over your ring as I pull back. The soreness between your legs growing, you think about how to achieve your desires as you drive away.

[your-internet-bf]

I want someone to cockwarm me while watching smth with a rape scene and feel me get bigger and start throbbing inside them

[your-internet-bf]

It was too late when you realized I wasn't playing around this time. You'd already lost too much brain function to fight me off. Too many seconds deprived of blood-oxygen made you fuzzy, stupid, and weak. My hands coiled so tightly around your neck that when you pounded at my forearms, feebly, uselessly, they felt like iron.

And it's not even really my fault that I hurt you so bad. I mean, you're on my side, right, puppy boy? If you didn't feel so good, I wouldn't be trying to annihilate your cervix. If you didn't sound so sweet when you were in pain, I wouldn't want to hurt you so badly. You put my hand at your throat. You looked so pretty crying, how could I possibly let you go?

God. I must have looked pretty scary, huh? I honestly couldn't stop myself. I think I was smiling, and not kindly. I knew you'd be afraid when you passed out; now, I had to earn that fear.

First, I had to cum. A few times. Honestly, your cunt feels better when you're fighting back, but it was amazing watching you twitch like a piece of fucking meat; nothing but electrical stimulus on an animal. I might as well have been a cattle prod.

I think the only mistake I made was not tying you up before trying to rape your ass, because you woke up screaming the second after I forced the tip inside. It was pretty funny when I slammed it in and you passed out from the pain. I mean, I know it's big, but really? Without even a whine, you mutt?

Anyway, that's why now, you're tied up to this radiator that's so conveniently close to my bed. I think you can sleep on the floor, like a dog. Mm, and when I wake up you can try deepthroating me again. If you fail...

[breakableprincess]

kidnapping grooming coerced sex and outright rape on the mind 24/7 im afraid. how am i supposed to pay attention to things when im constantly thinking of a hot trans person purposefully ignoring my consent because when im in actually pain and discomfort it makes things hotter for them

[boywombs]

dad’s friends paying him to rape me, all of them hanging out in the living room and chatting while one of them has me pinned on the couch, fucking me so hard i’m crying for daddy to save me, hurts so bad

eventually he lets them fuck me without condoms even though i’m terrified of getting pregnant, until he straight up tells them to make sure they cum deep in my pussy to knock me up, all while i’m sobbing and begging him to make them stop