Melinda misbehaved in my class. She continued to whisper and secretly pass notes to her friend Carol after I warned her several times to pay attention. I walked up, grabbed her wrist, and snatched a note from her hand that she was about to give to Carol. I opened the note, read it silently, standing in front of Melinda. I harshly told Melinda to see me in my office after class. Melinda blushed, her face turning bright red in her embarrassment at having been caught. I smiled at her, mildly threateningly, and said, “The answer to your question is 7 inches.”
My cock twitched in my pants, aroused by Melinda’s question in the note I intercepted. “How big do you think the Professor’s cock is?” I looked deeply into Melinda’s pretty eyes, her soft lips, and imagined my cock sliding between her wet, pouty lips, into her mouth, her lips sliding along my stiff shaft. I could tell by the expression on her face, a mix of shock and curiosity, that she knew what I was thinking.
As class ended, I handed Melinda a note. “Take off your panties before you come to my office.” Melinda looked at me somewhat fearfully, but beneath her fear, I could see her lust, her desire for me to take her, to feel the intense pleasure of my 7 inch cock penetrating her tight, slick pussy.
Melinda entered my office nervously, feeling very exposed and vulnerable without her panties, her pussy naked beneath her skirt, but she did not dare disobey me. She stood in front of my desk, while I just looked at her silently, admiring her pretty face, her soft breasts against her white blouse, her cute schoolgirl dress, her white stockings encasing her shapely legs, my cock visibly hard against my trousers. I enjoyed my sense of power, knowing that I was going to take her, drive my cock into her tight wet pussy, deep into her cunt, making her squeal with pleasure on my plunging cock.
I stood up and slowly walked behind her, wrapping my arms around her from behind, rubbing my hard cock against her bottom, my hands squeezing her soft breasts, one hand moving up around her neck, gently squeezing her throat. I loved the way she trembled against me, totally in my control. I lasciviously stuck my wet tongue into her ear, and told her, “I am going to fuck you Melinda. I’m going to drive my 7” cock into your tight cunt, and fill your tight womb with my seed.”
I opened my pants, exposing my thick hard shaft, and pushed Melinda over my desk, exposing her naked pussy. I ran the head of my cock between her lips, getting the head of my cock slick with the juices from her pussy, soaking with her desire for my cock. I pressed the head of my cock against the opening to her cunt, and felt the incredible pleasure of the lips of her pussy stretching around my intruding shaft.
Melinda gasped in pleasure, as I slowly worked the entire length of my cock into her pussy, reveling in the sensation of the slick walls of her pussy stretching around the girth of my shaft. Melinda gave in to the growing orgasmic pleasure in her cunt as I fucked her pussy from behind. I felt that familiar tingle in my balls of my approaching orgasm, my pleasure enhanced by watching the lips of Melinda’s pussy stretched around my shaft, slick with the juices from her cunt. As I fucked her, I thought of her friend Carol, her legs spread, her cunt full of my cock, who also fantasized about fucking her professor…
Melinda misbehaved in my class. She continued to whisper and secretly pass notes to her friend Carol after I warned her several times to pay attention. I walked up, grabbed her wrist, and snatched a note from her hand that she was about to give to Carol. I opened the note, read it silently, standing in front of Melinda. I harshly told Melinda to see me in my office after class. Melinda blushed, her face turning bright red in her embarrassment at having been caught. I smiled at her, mildly threateningly, and said, “The answer to your question is 7 inches.”
My cock twitched in my pants, aroused by Melinda’s question in the note I intercepted. “How big do you think the Professor’s cock is?” I looked deeply into Melinda’s pretty eyes, her soft lips, and imagined my cock sliding between her wet, pouty lips, into her mouth, her lips sliding along my stiff shaft. I could tell by the expression on her face, a mix of shock and curiosity, that she knew what I was thinking.
As class ended, I handed Melinda a note. “Take off your panties before you come to my office.” Melinda looked at me somewhat fearfully, but beneath her fear, I could see her lust, her desire for me to take her, to feel the intense pleasure of my 7 inch cock penetrating her tight, slick pussy.
Melinda entered my office nervously, feeling very exposed and vulnerable without her panties, her pussy naked beneath her skirt, but she did not dare disobey me. She stood in front of my desk, while I just looked at her silently, admiring her pretty face, her soft breasts against her white blouse, her cute schoolgirl dress, her white stockings encasing her shapely legs, my cock visibly hard against my trousers. I enjoyed my sense of power, knowing that I was going to take her, drive my cock into her tight wet pussy, deep into her cunt, making her squeal with pleasure on my plunging cock.
I stood up and slowly walked behind her, wrapping my arms around her from behind, rubbing my hard cock against her bottom, my hands squeezing her soft breasts, one hand moving up around her neck, gently squeezing her throat. I loved the way she trembled against me, totally in my control. I lasciviously stuck my wet tongue into her ear, and told her, “I am going to fuck you Melinda. I’m going to drive my 7” cock into your tight cunt, and fill your tight womb with my seed.”
I opened my pants, exposing my thick hard shaft, and pushed Melinda over my desk, exposing her naked pussy. I ran the head of my cock between her lips, getting the head of my cock slick with the juices from her pussy, soaking with her desire for my cock. I pressed the head of my cock against the opening to her cunt, and felt the incredible pleasure of the lips of her pussy stretching around my intruding shaft.
Melinda gasped in pleasure, as I slowly worked the entire length of my cock into her pussy, reveling in the sensation of the slick walls of her pussy stretching around the girth of my shaft. Melinda gave in to the growing orgasmic pleasure in her cunt as I fucked her pussy from behind. I felt that familiar tingle in my balls of my approaching orgasm, my pleasure enhanced by watching the lips of Melinda’s pussy stretched around my shaft, slick with the juices from her cunt. As I fucked her, I thought of her friend Carol, her legs spread, her cunt full of my cock, who also fantasized about fucking her professor…
speaking of things i wish: what about a tentacled creature that pushes its way into your womb and extends two tendrils all the way up to your ovaries, so it can stimulate them at will? that way you'll always be fertile and ready for its seed, which it can pump you full of any time it wants, making your belly swell just enough to be noticeable. and every time it does that, you know it's breeding you from the inside, drawing your eggs down into your womb so it can make sure each and every one of them is fertilized. and once the breeding takes, you know it's only a matter of time until your belly gets bigger, swelling with more tentacled creatures that will squirm their way out of you once they're ready—maybe in a few days if they're small, or maybe in a few weeks, once your belly is big and heavy. not to mention that because it controls your fertility, the creature can keep you pregnant all the time with overlapping clutches, making sure you're never empty and your womb is always awash with fresh, potent seed just waiting for the next round of eggs.
One of my biggest recurring fantasies is being bred at a gloryhole.
Like, I just get so horny, so desperate that I decide to go offer up my cunt to strangers.
Maybe it's in the bathroom of a seedy bar somewhere. Maybe at a club downtown. Either way, I press my wet hole up to the wall and wait. It isn't long before someone joins me. Maybe he asks if he should wear a condom. I almost prefer of he doesn't, instead just sliding into my needy, soaked hole.
I'll whimper and whine as his cock throbs inside me, maybe I even get to cum. And then, the moment I've been waiting for. He dumps a nice hot load of cum right into my womb.
But one isn't enough to satisfy my craving, so I wait. Another guy comes and fucks me, then another. Someone must have told their friends because soon there is a line to use the nice, receptive cumdump in the bathroom. I'm fucked all night, and filled with too many creampies to count.
Sure enough, a few weeks later, I get a positive test. Some random stranger's baby is growing inside me. The thought gets me so horny I go back. And then again the next night, and the night after that.
Basically, I become a creampie addicted gloryhole slut.
Every day on the crowded train ride home the same man slid in behind to feel me up and run his hands all over my body pinching my nipples caressing my ass. I knew it was the same man by the way this touches felt though I had never seen his face in all the months.
on on days he was feeling adventurous he would slide his hand under my top to pinch my nipples directly or pull up my skirt to slide his hand in my panties fingering my wet pussy. as time went on he always manage to make me cum on his fingers right before I felt pull them out of me and felt his presence fade behind me knowing he’s just gotten off the train the stop before mine.
And one particular spring afternoon he was fingering me more aggressively than usual I could feel his hard cock in his pants rubbing up against my ass as his fingers slid in and out of me. then the train suddenly stopped and over over the speaker system the train conductor announced there was large debris on the track ahead and that unfortunately we would have to hold in place a little bit while it was removed.
I heard the stranger behind me chuckle softly in my ear. I then felt him fiddling behind my ass the next thing you know I felt my panties shoved aside and the unmistakable feeling of the head of a cock pressing against my pussy lips. he removed the hand fingering my pussy and used it to cover my mouth he whispered in my ear “not sound” as he slowly slid his cock inside me.
He started slowly to begin with. sliding his cock in and out of me I hated to admit it but it felt wonderful being used by a stranger in public. It took all my concentration not to moan aloud. As soon as he was sure I wouldn’t make a noise he removed his hand from my mouth leaving a trail of my own juices against my lips which I eagerly licked clean.
I then filled his hands slide under my top I thought to play with my nipples instead he pulled my top up completely exposing my tits pushing them into the window of the train car not that anyone could see we were still stuck in the darkened tunnel. But it still felt incredibly naughty having my tits on display in public, stranger pounded away at my pussy.
Just then the train conductor said we would be moving again in just a moment. I started to panic knowing as soon as we came out of this tunnel my tits would be on display for the whole city to see. instead of letting me pull down my top he grabbed my hands while pushing me harder into the window as he pounded away faster at my pussy.
Just as we pulled out of the tunnel I felt my orgasm overtake me I managed to stay silent but I knew anyone who looked at the train car would see my face in utter ecstasy and tits on display knowing exactly what was happening.
We were two stops away from his when I felt him slam into my pussy heard him grunt softly before I felt his hot cum fill me. He finally let go of my hands allowing me to pull my top down but he didn’t move his cock from inside me he kept giving gentle thrusts into me pushing his cum deeper inside me.
Just as we were about to pull into his station he pulled himself out of me wiped his messy cock on the edge of my skirt and tucked it back into his pants. I could feel his cum gushing out of my pussy and down my thighs I knew it was making a puddle on the floor below me. He leaned forward and whispered “same time tomorrow” gave my ass a gentle slap then moved away just as the doors were opening.
Hucow farm where they strap you down with your udders hanging to be milked, and offer complimentary dildos to keep your horny hole satisfied while you’re sucked continuously. And your dumb hucow brain gets so used to being continuously fucked and you’re so unaware of anything outside of your teats, that you don’t even notice when a real person replaces the dildo and cums inside.
By the time you start to feel stirring low in your guts and understand why your belly has been swelling the past few months, it’s too late to do anything about it. But you’re okay with that. it feels right, that a slow, docile, needy cow like you should have a heavy, bred belly making every movement so ponderous and difficult.
Besides, the farm has even been nice enough to place you on a new milking station that cuts away for your pregnant belly to hang through. In your haze of milking and fucking, you feel gloved hands sometimes coming by to palpate and measure the bump ripening tighter and heavier every day. Sometimes, you’re vaguely aware that the hands are coming from behind you, that someone is breathing against your back, that the length pounding into you must belong to a person who’s holding your pregnant gut and muttering something about what a good cow you are. You moan gently, and you clench and spasm around their cock, another orgasm bleeding into the full-body feeling of being constantly used.
Thinking about signing up to be turned into a hucow, and they do it by taking a tube and putting milk straight into your tits through your nipples, to get your body used to the milk and also the tube
They also do this because it makes your tits start to grow and get milky themselves, and normally it takes like a week of doing this daily to get to where they want you
But like, imagine if your tits were REALLY good at making milk, and they get to the desired size immediately
The higher ups are like, well we can't really stop doing it every day because your tits need to get used to it, so I guess we'll prepare a special room for our biggest hucow
And so they keep doing the treatment, and your tits get absolutely MASSIVE, like, bed sized kinda deal
Eventually they start milking you and you bring in such a good profit for them that they're always spoiling you (you're the favorite), they feed you way more than anyone would really need, making your body plump up obscenely (more than already with how fucking big your udders are), and eventually they get you a fucking machine to keep you eternally sated and fucked out
After about a year of doing that, they tell you that they've found the perfect bullman for you to breed with, and he fucks you SO good, filling your body with gallons upon gallons of cum, and when they inspect you to see how pregnant you are, the answer is, we don't know there's too many in here!
And your tits jump up sizes again, now the size of your old room, you've been switched into a new one, where you continue to be milked and fucked and filled with ridiculous amounts of cum (can you tell I'm on a cumflation kick) until you give birth, and they give you a break for awhile to tend to your offspring
The next year though they breed you again, they want your genes with the massive titty powers in them to continue, but it's well known that you will always be the biggest, especially since they keep swelling with each pregnancy ;)
Thinking about signing up to be turned into a hucow, and they do it by taking a tube and putting milk straight into your tits through your nipples, to get your body used to the milk and also the tube
They also do this because it makes your tits start to grow and get milky themselves, and normally it takes like a week of doing this daily to get to where they want you
But like, imagine if your tits were REALLY good at making milk, and they get to the desired size immediately
The higher ups are like, well we can't really stop doing it every day because your tits need to get used to it, so I guess we'll prepare a special room for our biggest hucow
And so they keep doing the treatment, and your tits get absolutely MASSIVE, like, bed sized kinda deal
Eventually they start milking you and you bring in such a good profit for them that they're always spoiling you (you're the favorite), they feed you way more than anyone would really need, making your body plump up obscenely (more than already with how fucking big your udders are), and eventually they get you a fucking machine to keep you eternally sated and fucked out
After about a year of doing that, they tell you that they've found the perfect bullman for you to breed with, and he fucks you SO good, filling your body with gallons upon gallons of cum, and when they inspect you to see how pregnant you are, the answer is, we don't know there's too many in here!
And your tits jump up sizes again, now the size of your old room, you've been switched into a new one, where you continue to be milked and fucked and filled with ridiculous amounts of cum (can you tell I'm on a cumflation kick) until you give birth, and they give you a break for awhile to tend to your offspring
The next year though they breed you again, they want your genes with the massive titty powers in them to continue, but it's well known that you will always be the biggest, especially since they keep swelling with each pregnancy ;)
A/N: It all started with a minotaur a whole year ago and I’m still SO SHOCKED how much my life changed thanks to y’all. I would never be thankful enough, truly. I thought what I should post today, and well, minotaur sounds like the correct choice, but let’s… spice it up. *wink*
You’ve been dating your minotaur boyfriend for a long while. And he’s been playing hard to get for equal amount of time. You wanted to get on your knees and blow him right after the first date, but he had been very adamant about it. So you waited, and waited, and jerked off until your fingers were wrinkly and your pussy was clenching over a minotaur dildo you found online.
The same minotaur dildo he found in your bathroom the day you invited him for dinner. Truth be told, you didn’t leave it there on purpose, but it gets you what you really wanted: some real minotaur dick.
You can see the exact moment he realizes what it’s in the bathroom, because he walks right out with it on his hand, staring at you and gaping like a fish. You try not to laugh, you really try to, but the amusement at his shocked face is a lot stronger than your embarrassment.
“What is this?” He asks in a choked breath.
“A dildo,” you mutter holding back your need to laugh out loud.
“A minotaur dildo,” he clarifies for both of you, staring intently at you. You nod slowly, biting your lip to stop the smile threatening to appear. “Why do you have a minotaur dildo?” He looks confused between the dildo and you, and you can’t hold back any longer.
You let out the biggest laugh, bending down to hold your stomach as you laugh and laugh. At some point he huffs and you look down to see him staring at the toy with a smirk.
“You know I’m bigger than this, right?” He asks as you try to catch your breath.
Your brain short-circuits. There’s no way he’s telling the truth, the dildo is huge already. “What?” It’s your turn to be confused.
“Want me to prove it?” He says with a smirk that looks nothing like the sweet minotaur you’ve been dating all these months.
You nod, unable to form words and he approaches you very slowly. You’ve been waiting for this moment so long you don’t know how to react. You have enough time to process his movement before he’s throwing you over his shoulder and walking to your room as you giggle.
“Naked. Now.” His words are almost slurred and your brain is spinning as you do as you are told.
You get naked in a rush, your body thrumming with anticipation and pent up sexual frustration of all the times you wanted to fuck him and he pulled away. Your brain is almost rushing through the steps to avoid him changing his mind. You want to ride that minotaur cock ASAP.
He’s no better, ripping his clothes off as he stares at every inch of revealed naked skin in front of him until you feel a bit self-conscious. But then he pulls down his pants and you have a lot more to worry than your body. You stare down at his crotch as your eyes almost pop out of their sockets.
“What… What is that?” You are trying really hard not to cringe at your own words, but he’s not only huge but he has two… He has two… Fuck.
“I- It’s… My species…” His breathing is getting labored, his whole body tense as he tries (and fails) to not look at your naked breasts. “My specie has two knots,” he says in a rush, his breathing erratic as he holds his dick in front of him, his hand looking almost tiny in comparison to his monster dick.
You smile up at him, his nervousness calming you a bit. He looks almost cute right there, embarrassed in front of you. “Breathe. It’s okay. I… I can try.” You aren’t sure that’s going to fit inside of you, even less if it’s supposed to get bigger, but god goddess if you don’t want to try. Your pussy is dripping wet and you are definitely going to give him your best.
He moans as if the mere idea of you taking him is driving him insane. “Gods, your mouth. Get on the bed, I… I need to pleasure you before we try nothing.”
You lay down on your back, and he crawls over you. He claims your mouth first, making out like needy creatures as he grinds his huge cock onto your stomach. He whines against your lips and you let out a responding moan. His mouth travels south, sucking a hickey on your neck and kissing a trail down the valley of your boobs. He licks your belly button, making you giggle as you pull at his hair softly. He grins up at you and keeps traveling down.
You can see his hands trembling as he touches your leg, softly caressing them as he lowers himself between your legs. He looks up at you expectantly, and it only takes a nod before his mouth is on your clit. His tongue is a lot bigger than humans, and the texture of it is sending all kinds of sensations down your spine.
You arch your back and he slips his hands under your ass, pulling you up until he’s holding your pussy against his face and you are arching your back impossibly. You moan as he starts eating you out like a professional, the noises he’s making letting you know he’s enjoying this as much as you are.
You grab onto his horns as he devours you like a starving man. The scream that breaks out of you is ragged, and he opens his eyes enough to stare at you as you fall apart and he slips two huge fingers inside your still clenching heat.
His big fingers feel rough against your soft insides. You groan when he pinches a bit too harshly on your clit, a bit too forceful. You know he did it on purpose, he was always gentle, but it feels like you unlocked a new side of him. A feral side of him that couldn’t get enough of you… And good goddess if you aren’t feeling as feral for him.
So you do what you can: you whimper.
He chuckles at your pathetic whine, a spark of cruelness shining through as he opens his mouth to whisper against your ear: “Don’t act shy now, darling. I can feel you squeezing my fingers like a vice. You like this.” He punctuates his words pushing his fingers deep inside, curling them just enough to rub his knuckles against your G-spot. You don’t know where this dirty talked minotaur came from, but you want MORE.
You moan his name, and that’s your undoing.
He fucks his fingers in and out of you in a frenzy, stretching them, adding more, until you’re falling apart messily. He doesn’t let you catch a breath, he doesn’t play games like that. One second his fingers are stretching you, and the next his dick is buried deep inside of you as you scream to the heavens in another soul-ripping orgasm.
He keeps going. Too fast, too harsh, not letting you adapt to his size, to the pleasure. He’s in for one thing and one thing only: filling you deeply.
His dick’s so deep and so hard that you can feel every ridge, every vein. It’s like he’s trying to make your pussy remember him when he leaves, like he’s imprinting himself so deep inside of you, you would only come again if he’s the one fucking you. It feels like the most amazing torture.
You stop being his girlfriend and become his fuck-toy. Just a fleshlight for his minotaur dick to empty in. He grabs your hips, bouncing you on his cock with abandon as he moans and grunts over you, the noises he’s making only driving you higher in your pleasure.
“Are you gonna cum again like a good little whore? Like a good girl for me?” You whine, his words making your eyes roll back into your head as he pounds into your pussy. He’s so big you can feel him in the back of your throat.
The combination of his shaft inside you, his filthy words and his fingers playing with your clit makes your climax hit you like a tide wave, gasping for air as you shake around his dick. But that doesn’t stop him, you’re his to play and his to fuck. You can barely count the orgasms anymore.
“Take my knot, darling. Be a good little whore and take all of me,” he says with a grunt, pushing so deep inside it almost hurts, but sends you spiraling into unstoppable pleasure aftershocks.
The first knot pops into you as you squeeze it with all your strength. You feel so tight around him it’s driving you insane. He doesn’t move, just grinds his hips against your stretched pussy and plays with your little pearl until your eyes are teary from the pleasure.
“Can you take the second one?” He asks between his teeth. His jaw is so tight you can see the muscle tightening as he tries to be as still as possible as you moan a half-assed response.
Your voice is raw and fucked out when you let out a soft: “Please.”
He roars as you feel the second one expanding inside of you, right at the opening of your cervix, sending all kinds of confusing pleasure signals into your brain. You don’t know if it’s pleasure or pain, you don’t know if you want more or less. It’s overwhelming in the best way possible. And it only gets better (or worse) when you feel the come inside of you. He comes and comes and comes...
Your vision goes black, and you go limp as he pumps you full of cum. You look down in time to see the bulge on your lower abdomen. His big body was pressing you down as you tried to remain conscious as waves of indescribable pleasure rocked your body until you were nothing but an exposed nerve of desire and orgasms… his perfect fuck-toy.
“That’s it. Good girl. You’re doing so good. Can you come again?” His knots inside of you feel too much, too big, too stretched… But the way his fingers are still playing with your oversensitive clit is sending you over the edge. Your pleasure feels raw, a sweet torture as you scream voicelessly, not a single sound coming out of you. “One more, little whore. Give me one more, darling.”
His soft tone calling you a whore and then darling, and the next shoot of his come inside of you precipitate you over the edge. Your orgasm ripping out of you and leaving you boneless under his too big form. He ruts his hips against you, sending wave after wave of aftershocks to your every cell, making you black out for a second.
He’s breathing hard over you, his hair obscuring his eyes as he kisses your forehead. “I knew you’d be the one,” he whispers with a smile.
A/N: Thank you again for a year of monsterfuckery and happiness I didn’t even know I deserved. <3
The difference between male and female sexual pleasure is so funny. The male orgasm is necessary; the female orgasm is mandatory.
By which I mean: if a man doesn't come, a baby doesn't get made. Male pleasure is an absolutely indispensable part of human reproduction. And because of that, it's easy: any straight man who can get hard can get off inside a pussy.
Female pleasure - do I even need to say it? You don't have to be conscious to get pregnant, much less enjoying yourself. The most sensitive part of the female genitalia is only vaguely in the vicinity of the parts involved in making babies. The sex toys that most reliably get women to come involve electric motors, and didn't even exist until about fifty years ago.
And yet. And yet. You know what does get girls to come? Being raped.
Do you know how many times I've heard the story? "I was terrified, and crying, and coming harder than I ever had in my life." Girls who thought that they were incapable of coming from penetrative sex squeezing tight around their rapists' cocks. Girls who didn't think they could come at all learning what an orgasm feels like, while begging for it to stop. Girls who can't stop rubbing themselves to their own rape, remembering it.
A girl may not be able to come on her own, or with a sweet partner who just wants to make her happy. But when a man forces his cock into her - to use her for the pleasure that is part of human reproduction - she'll come whether she wants to or not.
Isn't that so funny? Nature doesn't expect a girl to have pleasure. And it doesn't allow her not to.
Request: Cool! I was thinking maybe ghost x fem human, with breeding & daddy talk ? The rest is all up to you!
Blame the house market
Ghost x fem!reader || free use (kinda), daddy kink, breeding, praise kink, dirty talk
When you bought this house, you knew people used to say it was haunted. But the house market was very shitty, and the price was more than reasonable. You could totally deal with ghosts, but deal with the price of houses nowadays? Not so much. And also… Haunted houses aren’t even real. There’s no way there’s a ghost in your new house. It’s just an old tale to keep people off the semi-abandoned house.
The thing is… People might have been right about the haunted thing.
It started with little things. Things that you didn’t really care about. A missing knife, a missing spoon… Thing that could (and maybe were) your own fault. But it escalated. First it was missing panties. Then it was missing bras.
You were a bit chaotic, but you would never lose your favorite bra. That thing was on your body for half the year for goddess’ sake. There was no way you lost that one. So you started to suspect, and to talk out loud just to curse whoever was making your life so annoying for no reason.
“Stop already with the underwear, you perverted ghost! I need to get to work!” You screamed one random morning when you can’t find the cotton panties you usually wear under that specific skirt.
There was a little static around you, like a vibration in the air, and the panties appeared in the middle of the bed. A big spot of shiny come right at the crotch of it.
“Dude! That’s disgusting!” You yelled at the ghost and ended up using another pair of panties that were not that comfortable as you stumbled out of the house, angry at yourself and at the damn ghost who kept making everything weird.
You weren’t even mad at the ghost, just very angry that he kept making your life annoying. You could share space for fuck’s sake. You weren’t going to leave the house, and by the looks of it, he wasn’t either. You could be at least civil towards each other, couldn’t you?
The answer to that was a big “no” because that night, you had a very weird dream. A very vivid and weird dream where a big body was looming over you, his spectral hands caressing you over your clothes and your whole body vibrating in need. You woke up with a scream and your pussy throbbing with pent-up frustration. There was another pair of stained panties right next to you in the bed.
“Asshole!” You screamed at the air around you, and a low laugh followed from the ether.
And just like that, you are in a war with a perverted ghost who likes to use your panties to jerk off and likes to touch you everywhere he can, whenever he wants to. But that’s not the worst part, the worst part is that you are fucking horny all the time thanks to him, and you can’t even use your dildo because you feel his eyes on you the second you take it out the box.
So you are very, very frustrated when you feel a hand cupping your ass while you bend over to take the clean laundry off the washing machine. “Stop it, you pervert!” You mutter under your breath, moving your hips to the side.
But this time is different, because a voice sounds behind you not a second later: “That’s not how I want to be called, baby.” You let out a squeal, turning around so fast you almost fall to the side. There’s nobody there, just a soft silhouette that seems to be shining brighter than the overhead lights. Ghost.
You are holding your body against the wall, heartbeat going frantic in your chest when you respond: “Ho- how do you want to be called?” There’s a stutter in your voice, but you can’t avoid it. You are so very confused by everything happening. He never answered before. He never presented himself in front of you.
He laughs, his body getting closer, electricity charging the air around you and making goosebumps erupt on your skin. “I think you know, don’t you?” He purrs against your ear, making your knees weak.
“Ye- yes… Daddy.” The response comes from your filthiest fantasies, pussy throbbing with pent-up frustration and the way his ethereal form presses against your covered nipples just slightly. Enough to make you feel it but not enough to give you any kind of relief.
You let out a choked breath and he rewards you with a praise: “Such a good girl.”
Ghostly fingers pinch both of your nipples at once, and you let out a scream. The ghost laughs, and suddenly you can feel him everywhere. There’s more than two hands, there’s a whole body around you. He’s caressing, but he’s mostly groping everywhere he can.
Your boobs are being squeezed, your ass is being pulled apart so you can feel the cold air against your holes. He stole your panties so you stopped wearing any. It’s the hottest and most bizarre thing that ever happened to you, and you don’t want it to stop.
He roughly turns you around, pressing between your shoulder blades until you are bent over the washing machine, flicking your skirt up and exposing yourself completely. “Yes, fuck. Yes, daddy.” Your voice is breathless and you can feel your pussy clenching over nothing.
His hum of approval makes something inside of you break and you become even more vocal. A symphony of sounds escaping your mouth while he touches you everywhere. “Is that what you want, baby? You want to be fucked until you don’t know what’s real anymore?” He presses his fingers against your opening, teasing you.
“Please, daddy. Fuck me. Make me come,” you barely recognize your voice, but you don’t care. Not when there’s hands all over your body, groping you until you are barely functioning.
His dick presses against your opening, and you get on your tiptoes to try to make him go faster, but he only chuckles. A hard slap falls onto your ass and you moan like a whore, which only amuses him further. But he doesn’t make you wait more, plunging into you in one long hard thrust that makes your feet get off the ground while your whole body melts in pleasure.
His hands are still everywhere, and his fucking only grows frantic while you beg for more, harder. He’s grunting against your ear and telling you how good your pussy feels, how much he waited to fuck your perverted little hole while you begged for it. Your response is a broken moan when he starts fucking you faster, harder. Your eyes cross and your toes curl at the force of it. And you fucking love it.
He turns you around, body suspended in the air and right in front of the mirror you keep there. You can see through his body. The reflection on the mirror only shows your pussy, obscenely stretched and a light luminescence on top of you.
“I’m going to breed you so deep. I’m going to come so many times inside of you that your pussy is going to know the chemistry of my semen. And you are going to take it, aren’t you? You are going to be my pretty cum-dump and take everything daddy gives you.”
The whole thing is weird and surreal, but you don’t fucking care when you are being stretched and fucked so very thoroughly. He’s bouncing you on his transparent dick while you watch, the obscenity of it all driving you higher and higher in your pleasure.
“I’m gonna… Daddy- Daddy, I’m gonna co-!” But you don’t finish the phrase before your pussy is clenching and your whole body is seizing against his front. The orgasm rips through your body like a wreaking ball, all your body tense while you scream and pant before all the tension disappears and you are left limp on his arms.
It doesn’t take long for him to follow you, a couple of thrusts and he’s coming inside of you, his come neon green as it slips out around his dick, the image in the mirror sinful while his hands cup hold you up in the air.
“That was… Wow,” you let out. Eloquence left the building the second the daddy ghost started fucking you.
He chuckles behind you, hands cupping your boobs and pinching your nipples harshly until you moan again, oversensitive. “Now, now, little pervert… Daddy is not done breeding you just yet,” he grunts and starts bouncing you again, his dick fucking in and out of your abused pussy.
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Oil massage
Vampire x fem!reader || teasing, fingering, slow burn, very very intimate || tw: blood
“I’m so tense,” you complain for the thousandth time.
You can feel every muscle in your body and not for a good reason. You went a bit overboard with moving boxes yesterday, and now your whole body hurts. Moving in with your vampire boyfriend was a great thing, but right now you regret every single book you’ve bought in your life.
Your arms feel like wet noodles as you try to reach for your cup. He chuckles next to you, the perpetual smile he’s had since you stepped into his house still present as he looks at you. “Want me to give you a massage?” He offers with a hint of teasing in his tone.
You think about it for a second, but there’s no really any cons to that plan. You get naked, massaged and relaxed, and he spends hours touching your body. It’s a win-win situation for both of you.
“Okay,” you tell him, already on your feet, much to his amusement.
He guides you towards the bed and lays a couple of towels over it while you undress completely. You lay face down and almost fall asleep right there. “Lavender or jasmine?” He asks behind you. You mumble something incoherent and he just chuckles. “Jasmine it is, then.”
You feel the warm oil in your back before you feel his hands on you. The initial contact is like heaven, and when he starts applying pressure in the right places you melt against the mattress completely. “Fuck, that feels phenomenal,” you moan.
He takes his time going all over your body, little by little, applying enough oil to make you feel as slippery as a fish as he continues relaxing every single cell in your body with his dexterous hands. He spends a bit more time than necessary on your ass, massaging your glutes and pulling them apart to squeeze a bit of oil down your crack. You let out a moan, but he doesn’t do anything with it, just teasing a bit more and continuing up your body.
By the time he talks again you are so relaxed you could melt with the mattress. “Turn around for me, love. Let me get you relaxed and all wet,” the double meaning of his words is not lost on you, but you say nothing as you roll, facing the ceiling as his hands start massaging from your ankles upwards.
He skips the part where you need him most, touching your soft tummy and sides, massaging your arms slowly… And when his hands finally touch your boobs, you are sure you could come just with that, your whole body keyed up after so much pent up sexual tension.
His hands continue down and down until he presses two slippery fingers against your opening, one against your clit. You let out a choked cry as he starts massaging you in a very non-innocent way. He takes your pleasure little by little, until you are so ready to come that you could cry.
And then he stops.
You open your eyes and stare at him, who is looming over you. “I need you,” you whisper in desperation, your body so relaxed you can barely look in his direction as he chuckles behind you. You are so close to coming you can almost taste it in your mouth.
He stops touching your body, hands cradling your face for a second before kissing the tip of your nose and whispering: “Come here, love. I will give you what you need.”
He maneuvers your body until you are sitting on his lap, the rough texture of his jeans against your needy center. You feel filthy being completely naked over his fully clothed self, ruining the expensive fabric with the oil clinging to your skin. The whole thing sends sparks of pleasure through your already horny body.
“Grind on me, love. Let me see how relaxed you are, take your pleasure off me,” he encourages, his hands on your hips as he helps you move on his thigh.
Your pleasure builds like a slow fire, simmering high until you can’t take it anymore. It’s exhilarating and hot and so incredibly perfect, you know you are not going to last. The rubbing of his pants against your clit is making your eyes cross already.
But you can’t get there, not just yet. “Bite me, please,” you beg, tilting your head to the side and exposing your neck to his hungry mouth.
“It’ll be my pleasure,” he whispers. He kisses the artery there a couple times, licking your skin and making you moan as your hip movements get more desperate, more frantic.
When his fangs sink into your neck, you let out a broken scream as your movements become erratic and you start to come like an explosion.
Fireworks explode behind your eyelids as he sucks on your neck, groaning at the taste of your blood filling his mouth. The combination of the sucking and his jeans against your clit is heaven as you move over him, milking your pleasure to the point of no return.
Uni professor that makes me come earlier n sit on a specific chair every lecture? Every lecture there's a new toy on it which i need to stuff into my pussy and endure over the course of the lecture?
front row seat, legs crossed over one another as everyone walks in and says hi and gets to their chosen seat. And once they're all sat down, im expected to open my legs up so that the prof can see my stuffed pussy beneath the desk whilst he lectures - teeth flashing with the sadistic smirk he wears each time that he looks over and sees me with eyes squeezed shut, doing my best not to make any noise
Sometimes when he feels particularly cruel, he'll call me out by name and say pay attention. In extreme cases of cruelty, he'll ask me to answer his questions and listen to me stutter to jog my brain and look past the pleasure to answer his questions.
The toys vary each week - one time it was a thick dildo, another time a bullet vibe to shove up my cunt. One time it was a butt plug of which the professor could control the vibrations of from his phone.
Of course, I then also need to wait until the end of the lesson before i can leave. Otherwise, everyone would see me get up with strings of my own cum extending from the chair to my sopping pussy as I get up.
No, instead I wait for everyone else to leave.
Then the professor can tell me to turn around and touch my toes so that my skirt flips and he can observe my pussy, stuffed with whatever odd object he'd decided to use on me that week.
Then what? Well, maybe I'll get fucked in the lecture room - at the very front - so that it feels like everyone's watching me. Or, maybe he'll tell me to suck his cock because he's tired to lecturing with a boner from watching me on the front row. Alternately, he might even tell me to go sit on his desk at the front and myself off for him using the toy, before making me lick all the slick that drips from my pussy off of the desk with my tongue
