zephyr

they/them, 19

[werewolfboytoy]

What if you were a prince taken captive by bandits on the way to your wedding...

Your white horse glistens in the late afternoon sunlight, bedecked in gold and gemstones. You imagine how you must look to the knights around you, similarly bright with gleaming gold, the crystals set into your crown winking as you ride. The thought makes you sit up a little straighter, trying to look the part of the gallant young prince on his way to his wedding feast.

However, the thought of your wedding is not a pleasant one. As a younger son, you had never expected to hold the throne, but you had still hoped for more than a loveless diplomatic marriage to an ultimately unimportant political ally. Your father had not even bothered to consult you before promising your hand in marriage, and it still galls you to realize how casually your fate had been sealed.

Swallowing your feelings of powerlessness and despair, you look around, hoping for a distraction from your misery. The stoney mountain road is narrow, hugging the overhanging cliff face, forcing the knights guarding you to ride single-file. A few feet to your right, another steep cliff drops away into a densely forested valley, but the height makes you dizzy, and you close your eyes, trusting your well trained horse to follow the rider ahead of you.

A shout echos off the face of the cliff, and you open your eyes just in time to see an arrow strike the knight in front of you. He cries out in pain, and you instinctively duck low in your saddle as more arrows rain down from the cliff above. Bandits!

While the bandit archers peer over the edge of the cliff, taking aim at your procession on the road below, still more bandits descend the cliff towards you, their boots and axes knocking loose a shower of pebbles as they skid down the face of the cliff on long ropes.

An arrows strikes your horse, and he rears, throwing you from your saddle. You hit the ground with a cry of pain, your head cracking against the ground. Your crown rolls away into the dirt. The knight behind you struggles to dismount, but a bandit reaches you first. He stands over you for a moment, axe in hand, his face half-hidden by a black bandana.

In the midst of the chaos he seems oddly calm. The bandit lifts you easily, draping your limp body across his broad shoulders. Carrying you easily, he scrabbles nimbly over edge of the road and down the side of cliff, holding the rope, and using his ax to control the speed of your decent. He moves with surprising grace, despite your weight on his shoulders. It takes him only a few seconds to reach the bottom of the cliff, and he leaves the rope behind, bounding down the slope and through the trees. Behind you, you can hear the sound of fighting, as you look up to see several other bandits descending the cliff face behind you. Then the trees close around you and block your view of the road.

The bandit carrying you is breathing heavily as he runs, but shows no other sign of strain. After a few minutes of running, he reaches a clearing where a group of horses are waiting. He picks the largest, and lifts you up into the saddle, mounting behind you.

His breath is hot on your neck, and you feel his large body pressing close behind you. “Don’t try to make trouble,” he growls in your ear. His rough hands slide across your body, and you whimper in fear, but he is only checking you for weapons. You lost your sword in the fall from your horse, but he takes your belt knife, tucking it into one of his saddlebags as more bandits fill the clearing.

None of the bandits waste time talking, they just sling themselves onto the waiting horses. A few have bags of plunder, one bandit even carries a piece of jeweled tack that you recognize from your own horse’s raiment. The bandit behind you kicks his horse, and the others follow suit, galloping away through the dark trees.

Darkness has fallen complely before the bandits make camp. A few gather wood for a small fire, others open saddlebags and begin unpacking food and tents. The bandit dismounts and lifts you from the saddle, looking you over. You blush, avoiding his eyes as he scrutinizes your fine clothing and jewelry. He gazes at you, almost wonderingly, fingering the thick gold chain fastened at your collar.

“Who are you, boy?” He asks finally.

He doesn’t seem to realize that you’re a prince. Perhaps he didn’t see your crown before you lost it. But you hesitate. If he learns you are a prince, he might return you to your family for a ransom, but you’re afraid of what he might do to you in the meantime. And perhaps you can still escape, if he thinks you unimportant...

But you hesitate too long, and another bandit produces your crown from his bag and thrusts it back onto your head with a mocking laugh.

“Look at the pretty prince now!” He leers at you through the darkness, “Look how frightened he is!”

The bandit holding you shoves him away, and pulls you into one of the tents, followed by the jeers of his companions. Inside the tent, a small oil lamp is burning, but despite its flicking light you can’t make out the expression behind the bandana covering his face.

“Please...” You whisper, finally. “Please don’t hurt me, Sir...”

The bandit chuckles, reaching up to untie his bandana. “I am not a knight,” He says, “There’s no need to call me Sir.”

His face is broad and clean shaven, deeply tanned from the sun, with a pale scar across one cheek. His teeth are very white, and you are surprised by how handsome he is.

“I had no idea,” he murmurs, examining your crown. “To think... that you are a prince...”

“Why did you capture me, then? If you did not know my rank?” You demand, a little frightened by the frankness of your own question, but curious all the same.

The bandit laughs again, and strokes your cheek. The scrape of the rough callouses on his palm makes your skin prickle with desire. “When I saw you lying in the dirt,” he says, finally, “I just thought you were so...pretty...”

He sits, pulling you into his lap. “I’m a thief, I steal pretty things,” He confesses, “And so I saw you... and I stole you.”

His words have a strange effect on you, making you feel hot and dizzy with longing. You’re almost light-headed, and you can feel him breathing on your neck, feel him beneath you, pressing against you in a different, more intimate way.

“Would you undress for me, my pretty prince?” He asks quietly, and you nod eagerly, your fingers clumsy as you struggle to unlace your fine clothing. But after removing your clothes, you grow shy again, blushing as he looks you over. You blush even harder when he pushes your hands away, and inspects your dripping cunt and swollen, twitching clit.

He gestures to the pile of blankets and bedding behind you, and you lay back, cautiously, as he spreads your legs and presses his mouth to your clit, kissing you softly, his tongue flickering over your sensitive skin, making you whimper.

You’ve never been touched like his before, and when he slips a finger inside you he’s surprisingly gentle. The second finger makes you gasp, and you begin to moan, forgetting the other bandits outside the tent as he moves his fingers inside you, curling them in a beckoning motion that makes your writhe and whimper with pleasure.

You don’t understand what he’s doing, but it feels so good, you want it to last forever. When he removes his fingers after only a few minutes, you whine with frustration, wanting him back inside you.

Instead, he unlaces his pants, pulling out his cock, which is stiff and thick and already dripping precum. He strokes it a few times, and then presses the tip between your legs, taking a moment to align his hips with yours before thrusting deep inside you.

Your vision goes white as he stretches you open. The feeling of his cock inside you makes you groan with pleasure, and then he begins to move, each thrust pressing deep inside you feels impossibly good. You forget where you are, you forget everything except the bandit’s pumping cock. You cry out and shake and sob as he fucks you, desperately begging him to—

“Please... please... please—!”

You aren’t even sure what you’re begging for, only that you want more, harder, rougher, incoherently babbling and begging, until you can’t talk anymore, only scream and shudder. You feel him shuddering too, thrusting mercilessly, gripping you tightly, and then, finally, his fingers digging into your hips with bruising strength as he climaxes, filling you with burst after burst of his cum.

——

The next morning, the bandits break camp. You ride in front of your bandit again, his arms wrapped around you, feeling the bulge of his cock pressing against you, and you wonder what he is thinking. He hasn’t said anything about a ransom yet, and you can only hope this means he plans to keep you.

[sleepygiirl32]

I've been daydreaming about being fingered on a train ride.

Its a busy day and my train ride is going to be a while until I make it to my destination. Im wearing a dress that goes to my midthigh and Im on my way to my friends party. I get into the train car and scooch my way in where I now have to stand in front of a man in the corner at the end of the train and im sandwiched between him and the wall of the train car. I have my one hand overhead holding on to the bar to steady myself and my other hand is holding my bag so both my hands cant really move.

Everyone around is busy chatting w each other or have headphones on. Every now and again the train screeches a turn and the mans body squishes against mine from shoulder to pelvis and he always quickly apologizes but doesnt move back. at one point his body is just fully pressing me into the train car wall and i cant move with minutes going by. Im smaller so no one really sees me behind his siholoutte. I try to squirm away but I feel his hard on against my stomach and I cant tell if hes rubbing against me on purpose or if its the jostling. I feel his leg stand in between my legs, with his thigh rubbing my crotch and getting rough enough to rub against my clit. I feel my body getting warmed at the teasing of touches but I cant move anywhere in the packed train car. My breathing hitches as his thigh rubs and rubs and rubs at my vee and the train movements are making me hump his thigh over and over and over on accident. I push myself back against the wall but his thigh stays attached to my vee, lifting until Im on my tiptoes w his thigh holding me up and Im basically riding his thigh

then I feel his hand on my waist and he leans down to whisper, "Do you mind? Its easier to hold you than the bar. My stop is soon." I dont know how to respond with my mind in such a daze so I just nod, my thoughts a complete mess. He'll leave soon and I'll be free, I tell myself. But then the train jostles and his hand slides down to my hip, down to the hem of my dress and slides up underneath - now hes holding my waist from under my dress fully gripping my skin. I meet his eyes and he looks intrigued at me, pushing my limits on how much I'll let him get away with. Im breathing hard and still squirming under him and it makes him smirk for a moment. He takes that moment to slide his hand down into my underwear and I have to hide my face in his chest to keep from moaning as his fingers tease my soaked clit and entrance. I try to close my thighs but his thigh is holding them firmly open.

I can tell hes satisfied w how wet I am and then his fingers go inside and I release a moan and I feel him rumble a laugh as he leans down to speak into my ear "I knew you were a needy slut as soon as I saw you" and then he pushes me back against the train car wall and pushes a second finger in with his palm flush against my clit rolling and slowly goes in and out with a come here motion that drives me insane and I feel how wet I am dripping onto this strangers hands. I dont even notice Im holding onto him now, undecided with pushing him away and keeping him close as a shield. Im so scared of someone catching us with his fingers inside me and its making me clench more around his fingers, making everything feel ten times better.

his fingers are working me in the right spot and fear grips me as I start to feel an orgasm building. "s-s-stopp," I whimper, afraid if someone hearing me cum, and all of a sudden his fingers stop moving inside me and his body lifts from mine, cold air rushing in where his body heat was and I almost start crying from how needy I am before I realize that he listened to me. I look up at him w tears in my eyes and a whine in my voice, still feeling his fingers in me. He leans down "If you want to cum you have to say you want me to make you cum" I shudder and curse bc I know its wrong and I feel so ashamed at how much I need him to make me orgasm but I cant think straight so I nod at him and he tsk tsks me. "Use your fucking words."

I moan and almost start crying as I lean up to say to this stranger "p-p-please make me cum" and as soon as the words are out hes pressing up against me again and relentlessly fingering me with his palm on my clit and my eyes roll to the back of my head as he rips an orgasm out of my body w his fingers and Im squirming as I start dripping down his hands and biting my lip to keep from moaning too loudly. The man laughs as the train pulls to a stop and his fingers slide out of me. He tastes me on his fingers and growls. "Good girl" and he fixes my dress for me. "I'll see you around" he says louder and walks off the train, which confuses me further. Im standing there dazed as my senses are coming back to me, and finally notice I missed my stop. Shame and embarrassment flood me as I realize what just happened ... yet I feel so good still that I dont care. I reach in my purse for a tissue and- In my purse is the mans contact information in a card. I blush again and feel angry all over at him. I cant believe that I let that happen.

I get off the train at the next stop with wobbly legs and soaked thighs and a flush to my cheeks, trying to orient myself to get back on schedule

[whoistherealww]

he’s been eyeing you the whole night, the tall, dark-haired man drinking alone on the other end of the gross dive bar.

you couldn’t really judge him on that; you were also drinking alone, after all. but you thought it was a little odd the way he’s been staring at you. 

you just ignored him.

eventually, he came up to you, after you’d had quite a few drinks. you were trying to wallow in your own misery that night. 

a bad idea.

he tried to make conversation with you, to which you sneered at him and told him to piss off. an even worse idea, but you were drunk and pissed at the world.

you think something darkened in his eyes when you spoke. there was something just off about him.

but he slinked away, back into the corner of the bar, glaring at you now. 

you ignored the prickly feeling that persisted in the back of your neck and took another gulp of your drink. 

more under the cut (big noncon tw)

you don’t know how long you’ve been drinking when the bartender tells you you’ve had enough. you’ve naturally forgotten about the man by now, and what had even made you drink in the first place.

you quietly grumbled to yourself as you left the bar and started walking to your car. you knew perfectly well how bad of an idea it was to drive like this, you just didn’t really care. 

you didn’t notice that the man is following you. when you pull out your keys he’s on you in an instant, hurriedly pulling your body into his and clamping his hand over your mouth. 

there was not a soul out there, maybe if you screamed someone in the bar would hear you, but you doubted that anyone would care. 

your hands shot up to claw at his hand desperately. a silent plea, let me go.

“ungrateful little whore. you should learn some goddamn manners,” he muttered into your ear as he practically manhandled you into the closest alleyway to guarantee no one will see you both. 

“i was tryna play nice, y’know. you don’t gotta be such an uptight, frigid bitch.” he hissed. you were terrified. of course you were. who wouldn’t be, in that situation?

you could hear him fiddling with his belt with his free hand.

he paused for a moment. “hm. maybe it’s better this way. now i don’t hafta deal with that relationship bullshit. makin’ you feel loved and allat nonsense.” he huffed. you could feel his hot breath on your ear.

that was the moment where you realize what he’s insinuating. your head spun, but you could do nothing when he finally freed his dick one-handedly. he practically tore your jeans off your body and made a tsk sound. 

“hidin’ all these pretty curves. such a shame.” you made a panicked noise against his hand, but you didn’t move. your body just sort of locked up on you.

maybe if he gets what he wants he will leave you alone.

he rubbed his dick against your bare thigh when he managed to get your jeans off, smearing precum on your skin. you shivered when you felt the cold air on your body.

he chuckled when he slid your underwear down your thighs. “you must really like this, baby.” he mocked you. he knew perfectly well you didn’t want any of it. 

he didn’t bother wasting time, or even prepping you. he gripped his cock and led it to your (embarrassingly wet) cunt, and with a quick, targeted thrust he was buried deep inside your tight heat. he let out a sharp groan at the feeling. 

“god, fuck, you’re tight. like a virgin. are you a virgin, honey?” he cooed, clearly not intending to let you answer. in fact, he only gripped your face harder as his cock slowly slid out your cunt. you couldn’t see a thing, that’s how dark it was in that filthy alleyway.

your already limited vision began to blur, and you realized you were crying. he seemed to notice this because he let out another awful laugh. 

“aww. poor thing’s scared. cryin’ won’t make me stop, y’know. it might make me fuck ya harder, though.” he inhaled sharply when all of a sudden, he thrusted deeply into your cunt again. you were shaking, trying not to cry, but it was too late. 

he grunted low in your ear as he fucked into your impossibly tight heat. all you could hear were your own broken sobs and the man’s groans and the sound of skin on skin.

you’d never felt more helpless than you did in that moment, you always prided yourself on taking control of situations, in fact, but here the control was forcefully ripped away from you. 

the whole time you were telling yourself you weren’t going to come, that this man was raping you and thus it didn’t feel good. it couldn’t- no god would be that cruel, would they?-, but you found yourself about to come anyway. you felt pathetic; he wasn’t even targeting your gspot, there was no reason for you to come like this.

you whimpered into his hand as your abused cunt started to weakly flutter around his thick cock. 

he let out another groan. “you really do- hnng, fuck- like this, huh,” he murmured breathlessly with a clear smile in his voice. he only doubled his efforts, really, fucking you harder than before 

you could only let out a pathetic, muffled noise when you came around his dick. through your haze, you could barely register what you were even doing, what was going on. to call your orgasm mind-wiping would be an understatement. 

by the time you had ridden it out, you were limp against him as he continued to rape your ruined cunt. a few more snaps of his hips, and he was coming inside you with a choked groan, and there was nothing at all you could do to stop him. 

he pulled out of your used hole, thank god, you had thought to yourself, but then he pushed you down to the grimy floor of the alleyway. you made a panicked noise, opening your mouth to scream at last, when he stuffed his cock into your mouth. 

“bite me and you’re fuckin’ dead. i mean it.” he warned, squeezing his hands around your throat. 

“I think you can take my dick for a little longer, hm? just a bit more.” he grinned, but it was all teeth. you choked back a strangled sob as he began to rape your mouth.

[softsapphiclove]

We’re watching a movie together with her friends. It started out innocently enough. Settled in my lap on a love seat, her back pressed to my chest and my chin resting on her shoulder. My arms wrapped tightly around her stomach. I let them loosen a little as the movie continues on. When my hand slips unintentionally further down until my wrists are resting in the top her thighs, she spreads her legs under the blanket. Enticing me, inviting me to touch her. At first it’s just a couple of brushes of my finger tips over her through her clothes. The little hitches in breath are masked entirely by the sound from the screen. No one paying attention, even if they looked they would struggle to see the shape of my hand moving under the blanket in the low light.

My fingers slip into her panties and I need to bite her shoulder so I don’t make a sound when my fingers are coated instantly in her wetness.

“You’re perfect.” I whisper into her ear, my fingers circling her clit so gently she bucks her hips forward. I play with her just like that, gently then firmer then gentle again. Each time I think she’s going to make a noise I stop. Edging her over and over until she’s shaking and trembling against my thighs, struggling to keep her breathing even, teeth indents in her lip from how hard she biting it. I can feel her soaking through her clothes and mine.

“Don’t make a sound.” I nip at her earlobe.

When I finally stop pulling my fingers away I feel her jerk, hear the gasp and my free hand is over her mouth in an instant, muffling the sound, pushing my fingers into her mouth to give her something to suck on to keep quiet as she comes.

“Good girl,” whispered, followed by a soft kiss against her ear.

[aspiring-house-husband]

werewolves attempt to keep to themselves, mostly. they live as wolf packs in state game lands and national parks, keeping the ecological balance. every once in a while they’ll live on unclaimed lands, and when they do, they eventually make deals with landowners. 

your pack lives on thousands of acres owned by one man. he lives a fairly modest life; he just wants to keep out in the woods and tend his koi ponds. he is quite respectful to your pack, waving when you travel by and staying out of the part of the forest that you’ve requested. 

he’s never a problem. occasionally, though, he brings guests. those you have to watch more closely. 

they’re always good, too. you have to assume that the owner talks to them, tells them not to go off his paths, tells them to clean up after themselves. but that doesn’t meant that there can’t be sentries posted to make sure they don’t wander too far. 

usually, it’s the same family. must be some friends of the owner who bring their progeny. there’s a grandfather with his cane and his wisdom. there’s his daughter, with her happy smile and tendency to keep the campfires roaring. and then the daughter’s children. 

she has an oldest son, the most responsible. he has a family of his own now, a wife and toddler son to chase around and feed marshmallows to. there’s a middle daughter, who travels and has stories to tell. 

and not every time, but with rare luck, their youngest son travels to join them. and whenever you’re on sentry duty, he catches your eye. 

the others are respectful. they have fun, they clean up, they sigh and enjoy the wind. the youngest, though, he seems to revel in it. he strolls around the large fields and checks himself for ticks. he turns his face to the wind and closes his eyes like he can understand the twists and breezes. he runs barefoot, and while he’s not very fast, his form is almost familiar. he points out poison ivy and knows which woods burn the best and can tell which streams are safe to drink. he’s a bit small, but the way he entertains and plays with his nephew makes you imagine him taking care of pups, and even though you know it won’t take, you crave to fuck him full of them. 

he’s perfect. and one weekend, when all the others leave, he stays alone. 

the property is wide and beautiful. the parts of it that are more ‘tamed’ include a pond, a fire pit, a hammock, and an elevated pavilion. he sits there most of the day, just looking off into the forest. he almost seems like he longs for it. 

so you’re a bit daring. you stalk forward from the woods, hulking and rippling muscle and canine teeth parted to allow scent to pass through. 

he seems scared, but he doesn’t move. he lets you travel to him, and only twenty feet away does he step back. so you sit down and transform, and you watch his handsome face as he realizes what you are. 

“hello,” you tell him, and he shakes his head like he can’t believe what he’s seeing. you can’t blame him. he’s speechless, even a moment later, so you stand and approach him. he holds his ground this time, letting you come all the way up to his space, letting your hands wander over his torso. he seems to entertain you, letting you do as you please. 

emboldened, you tilt his chin up, and lavish your tongue over his neck. he’s missing the scent gland there, but you don’t mind, his own scent is perfect enough. he lets out a soft sigh, and that’s all you need. 

there’s a fancy table in the center of the pavilion. all it matters to you is that it doesn’t tip when you lift him and set him on it, pulling his clothing from his body. he can’t help but to touch you as you do, now gingerly giving kisses back across his shoulders and neck, and he teases his teeth across your skin. the sensation sets you alight, and even moreso you want him. you want him as yours. 

your weeping cock slides between his thighs a few times before he opens his legs to you and lays back, arching up his back as you prep him sloppily and hastily with your fingers. it’s all you have not to fuck into him, to pop your knot inside him, claim him and mark him and bite him and change him. you can barely stop yourself, but you do, and your reward is his sultry moan as you fuck him onto your fingers. 

you tell him your name just so he can moan it as you finally thrust inside him, all the way up to your swollen knot. he all but screams, bucking his hips already in pleasure, whimpering and panting. if you didn’t know better, you’d think him in heat. 

“please, please,” he begs, and you don’t know what he begs for, but even so you grab onto his hips and thrust into him, building a rhythm that hints to a crescendo of his moans getting higher and higher pitched, his legs locking behind you, his hole clamping down on you. you start to fear you won’t fit inside him with how desperately he tightens around you, so you pull him to you as you snap your hips forward, and he paints his own chest with the force of his orgasm at being knotted. 

you collapse onto his chest, still weakly thrusting as you pump him full. you can’t help but clamp your teeth down, only controlling yourself enough to not break skin. he lifts one hand to pet your hair, panting under your body, still sounding and smelling of heat. 

you have him twice more before the day is up. he turns up at a lot more of those family gatherings after that. he lounges in the woods with you, promising that one day, he’ll let you bite him for real, and bind him to the forest for good. 

[writtenwants]

Warrior Prince

He was the Prince, tall, broad, handsome, all the women in the kingdom lusted after him, he had proven himself in battle many times over and when his father died he would be a good king. But the prince had a secret, it was one very few people knew and the Prince wanted it kept that way.

Every night his most trusted guard ushered a young, pretty, small man into his chambers and stood outside the door listening to the sounds from within.

The Prince on his knees, sucking the young man’s cock while his soft voice praised the Prince. The Prince bent over the bed, his young lover wielding a paddle covered in fur on one side, leather on the other as he struck the Prince’s ass and then soothed it, purring more praise as his Prince slowly fell apart until finally begged for what he truly needed.

The Prince gripping his headboard, back arched, hole presented and stretched as his young, almost tiny lover mounted him, pressed his cock into him and began to fuck him. The man was petit yes, but the gods had blessed him a long thick, cock and he would stroke it in and out of the Prince’s as, his hands rubbing lovingly over his reddened as as the Prince moaned like a common whore. His larger, stronger frame could easily overpower the smaller man, but he submitted, gave into his desires and let himself be taken over and over again.

The Prince knew his guard was outside, listening to the wanton noises pulling from him and somehow this made it all the better. He wondered one night if his guard touched himself to the sounds heard, made himself cum to thought of how good he was being fucked and came almost embarrassingly fast.

When prompted and soothed by his young lover the Prince explained and so the Guard was invited in to watch. The first night he still stood by the door but night after night he crept closer until one night the Master of his Prince told him to use the Prince’s mouth of his pleasure and he did. From night forth the Prince was used thoroughly in both of his holes each night, his cock pumping load after load into the tangled sheet beneath him. 

Both Guard and Master hoped the King had a long prosperous reign for neither wished to give up the beauty that was their Warrior Prince in such sublime and freely given submission. 

[aspiring-house-husband]

it’ll be easy, they said. just slip him the potion and we’ll have the treasure out of there with no trouble. 

next time you partner up with thieves, double check their apothemology. 

turns out, there’s a certain side effect of most sleep potions that creates lust. this is always ignored because the person sleeps through it, and they hardly notice when they wake. 

also, you come to find out shortly after—admittedly easily—slipping the guard the potion, that the active ingredient in a sleeping potion… does not work on werewolves. or at least it wears off very quickly. 

so instead of a simple heist, you’re pinned to the floor of the castle’s treasury with the snout of a werewolf on the back of your neck, and his very hard cock trying to drill a hole through both of your pants. 

it’s with half righteous anger at his duty as the treasury guard being slighted that he flips you onto your back and rakes his claws through your armor. the other half is potion magnified rut. he can’t stop thrusting his hips, grinding himself in all the glory of his sticky precum against your thighs and entrance. 

how dare you, he growls, but his indignance is lost beneath the desperation. he shreds his own pants to press his hot tip against you. 

and maybe, had proper academic study been performed, it would’ve been known that this particular side effect was transferable. 

you whimper a please as your legs open wider, your own wetness only adding to his. your bodies throb in time, desperate to meet, until finally they do. 

it’s a tangle of legs and teeth and limbs, his body towering over yours, your hips canting beneath his. it’s a pace like nothing you’ve experienced before, frantic and feral. chasing pleasure and chasing orgasm and driven as though you’ll fall through the floorboards without his next kiss, next touch, next thrust. 

and you lock around him as you orgasm. he couldn’t move if he wanted to. nor could you, once his knot swells in place and locks you against him. 

fuck the gold and diamonds of the treasury. maybe you’ll become an apothemologist. surely making this happen again- it’ll be easy. 

[aspiring-house-husband]

pretty toy can't help but think with his big cock and not his brain. that's why i'm here to do the thinking for you.

he gasps and drops his head down, his fingers gripping tighter into the bedsheets beside my hips. 

right, sweetheart? i lift my hand to his cheek, and he whimpers as he lays his temple against my palm. he nods. 

and that’s why you’re gonna fuck me slow, pet. be a good boy and don’t make me slow you down again. 

he nods as though he understands, and i’m sure he does. i’m sure he wants to be good more than anything, and knows what he’s meant to do. it’s not his fault that his poor brain can’t handle how overwhelmingly incredible my hole feels, wrapped around his cock. it certainly isn’t his fault that his body just knows how to thrust, and fuck, and breed, and take. he’s so good to try to listen, try, even though eventually his instincts overwhelm him and have him fucking into me at a deep and fast pace. such a stud, this is what he knows how to do. claim and breed. 

so i tighten my thighs to hold his hips in place, lifting one hand to the back of his neck to hold his eyes to mine and control him there. 

ah-ah, sweetheart. slow and smooth. savor it. 

and that he does. he presses in and out, trembling though he might be, to feel as his size pushes my muscle out of the way and seat himself home inside me. he whines with how he wants to move, but he stays good for me, and keeps every smooth, wet slide for himself. i grip his hair whenever he gets too fast, and i see it happen as his thoughts of the outside world leave his mind, and all that matters is the timeless this, the in and out, the being one. 

he only notices that it’s been hours by the ache in his muscle when i finally let him fuck me at full speed. 

even so long denied, he’s perfect. he has a single minded focus of staring at me while i shudder and buck with the orgasm he swiftly brings me to before he can cum himself. he waits until i’m clear of mind again before he stills inside me and pumps me full, trembling laying on my chest.

good boy, i whisper, and i pet his hair while he bucks and gasps and spills inside me. so good for me. 

[aspiring-house-husband]

!! omegaverse heat fucking !!

there’s a winding road that runs through the forest of my sprawling property, but nothing else. so i never worry about catching a scent on the breeze, but when i do, it’s notable. drifting across the cold and snowy air is a soft scent, one i can’t place, but one that means there’s a person somewhere, out there in the cold and the snow. it might be my imagination, my loneliness catching up to me, but i smell it again and this time i know it’s real. it’s omega scent, laden with fear and sadness. so i grab a coat but i don’t have the time for anything else as i roar up my ATV and go flying across acres of my land. i spend the time searching for you preparing myself for that- if we aren’t too compatible, i should be able to muscle down my rut and just take care of you the way you need. and that’ll be up to you, if you want to ride it alone rather than have a stranger help you, i want to be able to respect that. and i definitely can’t lose myself before i’ve saved your life. and i manage to not be affected at all when i first find you, a sweet omega in not-nearly enough clothes, no doubt dumped on the side of the winding road that cuts through my property and staggered into a bush that gets you halfway out of the wind. I’m far to focused on getting you warm to think about how you’ve tented your pants. i bring you onto the ATV facing me, buried into my chest and wrapping your arms around me, closing my jacket around you and making you bury your face to keep warm as i ride you home as fast as possible. and with you buried under my jacket and damp with snowmelt, it’s hard to get a grip on your scent. but it’s not the same for you. 

you, in my jacket, surrounded by my scent, my warmth, getting to press your face into my firm chest and wrap your arms around me. you who can hold onto me and listen to my heartbeat and feel my biceps tense as i steer the machine across my property. your legs split wide over the seat, so you can just barely brush up against my jeans keeping my dick from you, and wanting to get even closer, wanting to grind against me. you, drunk off my scent and the thrill of being rescued and protected, your heat adding even more need, already wanting to be claimed and bred by this strong alpha. you bury your face in my neck to breathe my scent as i carry you into my cabin, squeezing your thighs together. 

so eager you were to drop your face down and present for me, and prepared to rip from my grip and do it. but i was undressing you first, and you had not a thought for your hypothermia, just glowing with your alpha readying to take you. i was, of course, already your alpha, your mate. but i crucially don’t take off your boxers, nor mine, so while it satisfies you to press bare skin to mine, you can’t help but whine and wiggle your hips and grind our cocks together. 

and now i get a faceful of your scent. sweetened by your heat, but underneath that, the most perfect scent, one that i couldn’t help but feel was made for me. i try to muscle back any thought of it, wanting to be clear minded and present to help you in any way necessary, and knowing i won’t be able to do that if i drop into rut. but you smell so good… like you were sculpted for me, your thin frame and soft thighs on long legs, your bubbly ass, your soft chest, your waist that practically begged to be grabbed and shoved down onto my hips. and your pretty eyes, looking up at me with adoration and need, such a small, needy thing, and you need me… 

i’m hard underneath you after only a few minutes. you feel it and start grinding, whimpering and moaning even at the thought of my cock against you, wanting it inside you. i let my hands wander to your chest, to your waist, to the bulge in your boxers, which makes you keen in pleasure, and buck against me when i squeeze. i can see the wet spot at your tip. you grab onto my forearms to hold yourself steady and rock into my hands, grinding still onto my dick. i hear your voice pitch up in filthy pleasure, so i pull away before you cum because i know an omega cumming with his dick just won’t satisfy him. i use my newly freed hands to pull you in by the waist, your cock pressed to my stomach and your ass still against my dick. 

“Not yet, love,” i whisper, “Little omega cock doesn’t need to cum. what you need is to be filled.”

and you can’t hardly speak but you let out a filthy sound that i know is an agreement. i’ve abandoned the idea of not rutting; it’s far too late for that. i’m going to take you and claim you and fill you and breed you. you’ll be mine and i’ll make you scream through this heat until you pass out with your hole leaking my seed. i’ll make you worship my dick and whine for more and wish you could spend your life tied onto me. i’ll mate you and breed you full and make you mine. 

so i pick you up and toss you onto my bed, and i rip your boxers down to get a look at your hole. you’re dripping slick, what a messy little omega you are, so i collect some with two fingers and shove it back inside you. your hole is warm, needy, gripping onto me. you’re so soft and wet and needy, and i can’t help but add another finger, your moans pitching up again, not a single intelligible word in them. i don’t think you could form words if you try. especially not when i take the tip of your cock into my mouth, lathering the underside with my tongue as i fuck my fingers as deep as possible, slipping you further into my mouth. you’re not small, but you’re not big either, and i can almost take it all. you sound filthy, screaming and moaning and making needy sounds that have me leaking into my boxers. it’s when i add a fourth finger that you cum, and i clamp my tongue against you for the duration of it, only letting go when you fall limp against the mattress. it took a lot out of you, and now your cock is flushed and red, but no less hard. as expected- an orgasm without my knot inside you just isn’t enough. 

your moaning comes back a few heartbeats later, and this time, it’s needy. you untangle your fingers from the blankets to reach toward me, but i shove you down onto your back again. i rid myself of my boxers and climb over you, my knees on either side of your face. my thought process is far gone- i just need to present my cock to you so you can see what you belong to, now. i need to show off my assets so that my omega can be happy with the alpha that chose him. you grip onto my thighs and lift your mouth, not blowing me but kissing it, like you’re worshipping. i grip my backboard hard enough that i worry ill break it when you press a lavish open mouthed kiss against my knot, and that’s what makes me back down onto the floor and yank you to the edge of the bed. your legs wrap around me automatically, and i almost growl at the feeling of your soft ass against my cock. 

i push inside of you slow and steady, but that’s all the strength i have to do. when your entrance kisses my swollen knot, i start thrusting without abandon, bucking you across the bed and punching your moans into staccato. you sound like the best thing i’ve ever heard, your broken pleasure nothing short of heavenly. i watch your cock bounce against your stomach and coat your belly in pre and the remnants of your left orgasm, i watch my cock drive into you and press my knot against you, i watch your face as you scream and moan and close your eyes to try to understand how incredible it feels. an alpha, taking you. an alpha, wanting you. needing you. mating you. claiming you. 

my fingertips grip into your thin waist and sculpted hips, pulling you harder and harder down on me. i have a single minded focus, and that’s my knot, flared red and swollen, popping inside you. focused on that, i could stay here for hours, and i very well might, considering how you orgasm over and over, gripping onto my cock and screaming, coating your belly in less and less seed each time. your volume tapers off, as well, your legs bouncing more freely as you lose energy, until i push and pull you by your soft thighs rather than your hips. your cries of pleasure are almost punched out of you rather than screamed out by the time you have your fifth orgasm, your cock going almost limp against your belly, your hole squeezing me tight but then relaxing, exhausted, just far enough that my knot finally finally pops inside you. 

it makes you scream, no matter how tired you were. i makes you surge up to meet me and grab my shoulders and bury your face in my neck and smear my chest and belly with your fluids. you look wrecked, and you tremble with exhaustion. i hold you through the start of my orgasm, seed pulsing into you, filling you, but i lay you down after a moment or two to look down and admire your hole clamped around my knot, almost suckling as it pulses inside you. i shove my hips into yours to push you up on the bed and lay down on top of you, keeping my weight off of you so you can breathe but letting you cuddle up against me, surrounded in my warmth and my scent, filled with my knot and my seed. i still pump cum into you until you could almost feel how full you are, and i don’t even notice the bite on my neck until you lay back down again, satisfied. but you’ve claimed me as yours, and the thought of it puts just enough fire in my belly to thrust against you for a moment, rocking my knot deeper inside you so i can watch your eyes roll back before i lay my claim on you, just the same.

and now, there will never be any doubt who my omega belongs to. no one will ever look at you without knowing how an alpha owns you, fills you, breeds you, pleasures you. takes you and makes you scream and holds you. my omega, belonging stuffed full with my knot, out of the eyes of anyone else. mine and mine alone, meant to be forever more whimpering with overstimulation but exhausted with pleasure, full and stretched around me, suckling on my knot and taking my seed deeper, deeper. mine. 

[g-k444]

pause remote fantasy... at the gym?

guy who notices a remote left on a bench, looking around for where it's come from and clicking it on-off-on-off trying to locate which TV or speaker it's connected, not hearing or seeing any difference as he turns volume up or presses the power button

...only when he presses the pause button, does he realise that the gym gets significantly more quiet.

like, really quiet.

no more metal clanks or grunt or chatter or squeaky footsteps of trainers against the rubbery floor...

because everyone is motionless.

it's uncanny. how still everyone is. and it's even weirder that he is the only one that's able to move.

he's hesitant in moving, yet as he moves he realises that everyone else remains frozen in time. only when he presses the play button of the remote does everyone begin moving again.

it's enough to send anyone into confusion, and so only after pausing and unpausing everyone many a time does the man realise that he's got the power to do anything.

nobody notices when he moves from one side of the rom to the other in the pause-time. nor do they respond to a tap on the shoulder done when they're frozen once they're back to their senses.

truly, this remote grants him the do whatever he wants with nobody noticing.

once he's gained enough confidence, that's when things start to get fun.

making out with someone when their body is frozen in time but their flesh is still pliable is an odd sensation, he realises, but he definitely finds it a lot more fun to move on to a girl who's halfway through a pullup - chin just pulled up the the bar - choosing to tug her vest down and remove her bra so that her tits can flop out on top of the black material - and when he unpauses his remote-

he does his best not to instantly drop his mouth to watch her return to motion, completing her pull up and lowering herself down - her gaze lowering to her chest & upon realising her breasts are exposed, letting go of the bar so that her tits ripple deliciously as she hits the floor, gasping and hastily pulling her vest away from her body to scoop her heavy boobs back behind the material of her top, covering herself up once more and spinning around to see whether anyone had seen her in her vulnerable state

of course, he had.

and his cock was hardened beneath his gym shorts in a way that made half his blood flow down to his shaft, the other half stimulating his brain and giving him the smart idea to pause the gym once more

he ran over to the same girl, deciding it would be fun to pants her and see how she responded to that, picking her up and placing her a few feet away from her original location so that now she was stood besides the weights in a more densely crowded area

that way, when he unpaused with the remote...

the girl looked confused initially, wondering why she was in a new location - before looking down and seeing her gym shorts down to her ankles in the wife gym mirrors to the side - catching peoples' gaze in the mirror, who ogled at her now bare ass, gasping and covering her mouth in horror before bending over to pull her shorts back up and protect her decency

PAUSE!

it's almost too fun to stop now, and so in the paused limbo, the man with the remote decides to take one of the men nearby and uncurl his fingers from his weights - instead taking both hands and repositioning his fingers, before sticking two from one hand into her pussy, another two into her puckered backhole, so that when he unpaused the man was horrified to see himself knuckle deep in a exposed woman in the gym, while the girl felt her holes filled and clench around two foreign fingers, before they were pulled out of her with horror and a confused stammer

the girl was confused and horrified and embarrassed

the fingerer was equally confused

and the rest of the gym that had seen was silently watching with wide eyes

the girl did the understandable thing of sprinting to the ladies room to process whether what had just happened was real - and being a gentleman, the man with the remote chose not to pause her.

instead, he simply slipped away into that same changing room a couple minutes later, when it seemed nobody else was heading in

walking into the ladies room, it was all empty, nobody in stalls, the main space, nor the lockers - only noise coming from a showerhead in one of the cubicles that had a flimsy plastic curtain for privacy.

it was obvious who was in there - the girl with the heavy tits and unlucky streak of being pantsed and humiliated in the gym just because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time

the man's hand curled around the remote in his pocket, getting ready to pause when he realised...

...he didn't have to pause it

nobody was heading in or out of the changing rooms - nobody would hear and there was no risk of anyone pointing him out as someone responsible for any of the indecent happenings in the gym...

and no, rather, he wanted to see the face of this girl as he terrorised her even further. she had such a cute little expression of horror and embarrassment as she would struggle to pull her clothes up - and the man couldn't held but wonder what that expression would look like if he were fucking her simultaneously

and so, the man took his shorts off, and his shirt - leaving the remote outside the cubicle before pushing past the plastic curtains and disturbing the girl having a peaceful shower to wash away her awful experience in the gym - naked and vulnerable in the shower cubicle, he firmly held her hands as she struggled and screamed - crying as she realised that her misfortune in the gym wasn't over just yet, as his hard cock rubbed her lower stomach and trailed further south as her babbles and cries rendered useless to putting this awful day to an end

if u cant tell from the writing quality - im so tired but feeling so horny n pervy - kinda wish i was getting played with and embarrassed and fucked in vulnerable positions rn

[lilithland-deactivated20241226]

imagine you’re at the gym superrrrrr late one night

and maybe you’re a little paranoid because it’s late at night but you just can’t shake the feeling that someone is watching you

you check and check but you never spot anyone else in the gym

you’re not the brightest, so you see no problem in showering at the gym before you go home, even if you feel a little unsafe

you always act a little bit like a dirty slut in the shower because you think it’s silly

you stick your tongue out and look up with puppy dog eyes, pretending you’re about to have your pretty face absolutely defiled

you make a show out of washing your tits, massaging them and making them extra soapy

you of course stick a cheeky finger into your naughty holes, just to double check that you’re extra clean

you’re scared shitless when you hear someone open the locker room door

you flush all over absolutely humiliated and embarassed with how you were acting in a public space, thankfully no one saw you but the door opening was just what you needed to stop playing around

just as you’re about to turn off the water the curtain behind you is pulled open

you whip around, one hand instinctively covering your tits and the other your princess parts

before you could so much as get a scream out, you’re manhandled to turn away and are pressed into the shower wall

a giant hand covers your mouth and another holds your slutty body tight to the man behind you, you struggle against him, only causing his grip to tighten

the arm holding you keeps you in place while descending down your body, he skips right over your achy clit and goes straight for your fuck hole

he slides two fingers in with ease, you tell yourself it’s the shower water that’s giving him easy entry but deep down you know that’s not true

his fingers work almost too fast leaving you dizzy and unsatisfied

you continue your futile attempt to break free, accidentally fucking yourself more on his fingers

before you can process what’s happening he rips his fingers out, your abused pussy clenching and leaking around nothing

a hard hand smacks your tits, when you go to scream the fingers that were just in you get shoved down your throat, you gag as you taste yourself on your r4pist’s fingers

you feel his hard, throbbing cock at your drippy hole

you go to scream only to choke and gag more on the fingers being forced down your throat

the man behind you wastes no time filling you up, stuffing you in one go, the stretch of his massive cock burns but your eager whore hole greedily accepts the intrusion

the man stands up fully and lifts you with him, you sink onto his cock more, crying from the fullness

he leaves the two of you like that for a bit, forcing you to cock warm

you start to cry once you realize just how much of a mess you’re making all over his dick

you haven’t stopped leaking, your body knowing it needs a good fucking

you whine and are horrified when you find your hips starting to rock, desperately seeking to be fucked

“good girl”

you’re relieved for a few moments as he fucks you up and down on his monster cock

you’re dangerously close to cumming when he sets you back down and bends you over

he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and his dick out of your fuck hole, ruining your orgasm you were so close to having

before you can scream and cry and embarrass yourself more, your drippy hole is stuffed once more

this time though, it’s not a cock impaling you

no, he shoved your shampoo bottle as far as it could go into your tight little pussy

“no no no take it out!”

your ass is smacked hard in response causing you to shut up

“be a good little fuck doll or i’m not going to let you finish tonight”

he fucks the bottle in and out of you a couple times, the wet sounds of your greedy hole accepting any kind of fucking mortifies you

the bottle stills and you can’t tell if you’re relieved, your hole aching to be fucked again

one hand pushes your head down holding you in place, the other starts to prod your back entrance

you really start to kick and scream

“anything but that! please! you’ll split me right open, im begging you anything but that”

“shhhhh daddy’s gonna make you feel so good princess”

one finger turns to two, two turns to three

every time a finger gets added the bottle buried in your cunt is fucked in and out of you

you’re a moaning, groaning, overstimulated mess

dumbly, you fall for the same slap scream finger combo as before

you’re forced to taste your ass as the man positions himself to enter your other fuck hole

this time he doesn’t hold back, fucking you at a brutal pace

it hurts but the fucking in your ass causes the shampoo bottle in your cunt to rub deliciously against the sweet spot inside you

you don’t cum but he does

you feel hot, thick ropes of sperm shoot into your ass as he stills

you stay like that for a long time, a bottle in your fuck hole and a fat cock cock warming your other fuck hole

the man plays with your nipples while you’re forced to cock warm

“i gotta keep you ready and fuckable for the next few rounds”

[bambibabblesnootie]

Party favor

The festival lights pulsed like a heartbeat, bass thumping through your chest, the air thick with smoke and spilled drinks. You’d already lost count of how many pink cocktails you’d downed—sweet, syrupy things that made your head swim and your hips sway on their own. Your tiny glittery skirt rode up every time you danced, the crop top barely containing your heavy tits, piercings glinting whenever someone’s phone flashlight swept over you. You felt cute. You felt untouchable.

A group of guys circled closer. Tall, loud, smelling like cologne and sweat. One of them pressed a fresh drink into your hand without asking. “You look thirsty, babe,” he grinned. You laughed, too fuzzy to question it, and took a long sip. The world tilted a little more.

Hands started wandering. First just a brush against your waist while you danced, then fingers curling around your hip, pulling you back against a hard chest. You giggled, swatted half-heartedly. “Heyyy, personal space,” you slurred, but it came out more playful than serious. Another hand slid up your thigh under the skirt, rough fingertips grazing the edge of your thong. You squirmed, confused, brain lagging. “Wait—what are you…?” The words dissolved into a hazy laugh. Too drunk. Too high. Too warm.

They didn’t stop.

Someone tugged your top down, exposing one pierced nipple to the flashing lights. A mouth closed over it—hot, wet, sucking hard. You gasped, head lolling back against a shoulder. Part of you knew you should push away, scream, run. But the bass was so loud, the lights so pretty, and the ache between your legs was suddenly screaming louder than any alarm bell in your head.

Your body betrayed you first.

Your hips rolled back instinctively, grinding against the thick bulge pressing into your ass. A low, needy whimper slipped out before you could catch it. The guy behind you chuckled, dark and satisfied. “There she is,” he muttered, fingers slipping under your thong, finding you already soaked. “Knew you were a little slut under all that.”

You tried to form a protest, tried to say something sassy, something sharp—but it came out as a breathy moan when two thick fingers plunged inside you without warning. Your knees buckled. Someone caught you, held you upright while another hand yanked your skirt up around your waist. Cool night air hit your dripping cunt, then hot breath, then a tongue—flat, greedy licks that made your eyes roll.

You were still mumbling “wait… guys… I shouldn’t…” even as your thighs spread wider on their own. Even as you arched into the mouth devouring you. Even as rough hands pinched your nipples and tugged the piercings until you cried out—half pain, half bliss.

The first cock pushed against your entrance while you were still shaking from the tongue. No condom. No warning. Just a slow, stretching burn as he sank in deep. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream that turned into a slutty, broken moan the second he bottomed out. “Fuck—tight little festival whore,” he groaned, starting to thrust.

You stopped fighting.

Your hands reached back, clutching at shoulders, hair, anything to hold on while they took turns. One after another. Mouths on your tits, fingers in your hair, cocks in your cunt, your ass, your throat. You gagged, drooled, moaned around them like it was the only thing that made sense anymore.

Somewhere in the haze you heard yourself whimpering “more… please… use me…” between thrusts. The confused, dismissive girl who’d laughed off wandering hands was gone. Only the dripping, cock-hungry slut remained, hips rocking back to meet every brutal stroke, begging with her body when words failed.

By the time the last one finished inside you, your legs wouldn’t hold you. Cum leaked down your thighs, mixing with your own wetness. Your makeup was ruined, skirt twisted, top hanging off one shoulder. Someone tucked a crumpled bill into your shirt like a tip.

You stumbled toward the bathroom on shaky legs, still giggling dazedly, still dripping, still high as fuck.

And you knew, deep down, that you’d do it all again next time.

[cuddly-dom-deactivated20230525]

I'll never stop thinking about gently yet firmly breeding someone. Cuddling and petting them all over as our hips grind together, whispering praise into the crook of their shoulder as I force my length deeper into them. Clinging to them so hard it hurts and sharp gasps escape their lips every time I guide their pliant body. Just manhandling them into a mating press, roughly moving them into any position where I can cling to them as they take my cock. I can't stop it's too good I can't stop telling them how incredible it feels, how much I love them, how much I need to empty my load as deep as I can, they were made for this, their burning heat exists for me to pump full of hot cum... Fuck I won't even be able to stop once I've flooded them with my load, I'll have to fuck it deeper, use my cum as lube and keep my cock warm until I can fill them all over again. They're so perfect, so obedient, craving every drop until I'm spent, we need eachother so bad, we're so desperate for this, I need you, you're mine, mine, mine.

[galgozz]

[hypnosc]

Gaming..current mood though

[xxwhimpering-slvt]

I was about to hit live when I noticed him put my dildo on the desk. I stared at the toy for a moment before I looked up at him. He had a cocky smirk as he leaned down, one hand on the back of my hair and another on the desk, "Let's play a little game shall we? I want you to put the toy," motioned towards my dildo, "in your little pussy while you are gaming."

"Jake you know I-”

"Lia," he cuts me off with a stern look, "in your pussy or there will be consequences." He stared into my eyes before standing up straight.

"When you see a sticker pop up from me, I want you to grind down on the toy. Try not to whimper too loudly though, your mic is sensitive." He walks towards the door, reaching for the handle. "Now if you are a good girl and don't cum, you will be rewarded. Cum and I will punish you, Lia.”

He walks out of the room and closes the door. Biting my lip, as I looked at the dildo on my desk. I debated if I wanted to play his game. Ultimately I decided to play his game, standing up to remove my pants. Once I had the dildo inserted I sat down, feeling it fill me up. I whimper softly before I hit live, ready to play a game.

It has been a few hours of playing games and my pussy was a mess. My breathing was heavy as another sticker appeared, making me have to grind again. This sticker pushes me over the edge. My hand quickly covers my mouth as I start to cum around the dildo. I keep grinding hard as my breathing is ragged. Coming down from my orgasmic high, I looked over at the chat with people asking if I was okay. There was one that stuck out, "You lose.”

I could hear his footsteps coming down the hallway as I quickly hit mute on my headset. Thankfully I was an off camera streamer, so I threw up a be right back banner as he opened the door. I turned to look at him before he grabbed my arms, turning me back around and bending me over my desk.

[berilgvncc-deactivated20250306]

[bowsersthotsv3]

You feel him behind you. His hard throbbing cock sliding along your ass. You try to scoot away from him, but you can’t really. Not without pressing your tits into the man in front of you. So you can only stand there, feeling some strangers cock grinding against you. You could scream for help, but you don’t. You just let him. Let some pervert grind and throb against you. The train rocks, and his chest is pressed into your back. His hips move and his dick slides below your ass, right next to your cunt. His hand grabs your hip and he pulls on you. Pulling you tighter. Even through his trousers, his cock is forced between your soft thighs. The length of him resting against your cunt. You can feel how hard he is. How hot his cock is. His hand grips you tighter and his hips move as he starts to dry hump you. His dick moving slowly back and forth between your thighs. You feel his breath on your neck as he leans down, his lips so close to you.

“You fucking slut.” He chuckles softly. “You enjoy feeling my cock? You getting wet as a stranger dry humps you?”

His other hand is on your hip now as well. Slowly it slides along your pants line, towards your button and zipper. You tremble in his hands, terrified of what he is about to do. Still you say nothing. Still you don’t scream. Your thighs clench together, squeezing his cock and he groans in your ear.

“Oh fuck yea you do you dirty bitch!” He moans softly. “I knew you were one of those free use bitches the moment I laid my eyes on you!”

Your pants are open now. The button undone, the zipper pulled down. Your lacy panties on full display to anyone if they looked down. Your cheeks burn and you can barely breathe as the strangers large hand forces its way into your pants. His thick fingers sliding over your soft panties.

“Let’s see how wet this dirty cunt is.” He teases as his finger slides over your clit.

Your hips jerk, pushing back into him even more. He laughs in your ear as he feels your panties. They’re wet already. Soaked even. You lower your head more to use your hair to hide your shame, but you arch your back a bit, pushing against him harder.

“Get off at the next stop.” He groans softly. “We’re gonna find us a private spot.” He adds and you know already that this complete stranger is gonna breed you. And that makes your wet cunt clench in anticipation.

[bondage-kitten-666]

[bowsersthotsv3]

You hear the whistle cut through the cacophony of construction. Hammers, power tools and machines all cut off at once.

Looking back over your shoulder, you see them coming. The dirty, sweaty dust covered blue collar men that have been working hard all morning long. It’s break time for them and as they approach the break area, their eyes are on you.

They smile and lear as their heavy boots crunch across the gravel. Some reach down and adjust their already swollen cocks as they eye you up and down like a piece of meat they are ravenous for. They see you, but they don’t. They see your tits, ass, cunt and lips. They see your body, but not you.

All morning long they had one eye on you, eagerly waiting for their break. And now here they come. All of them stressed and horny as fuck.

And your cunt clenches down on nothing as it starts to leak. Your heart races and your hands shake. You have been waiting for this moment even more eagerly than they have. You are ready for them. Ready for their cocks. Ready to service every single one of them until they are satisfied.

Surrounded by them now, they start to fight for a spot so they can grope you. Their large, strong rough hands squeezing you painfully. Slapping your ass. Pinching your nipples. Laughing at the sounds you make.

Knifes come out and they cut you free. The relief your body feels from being able to finally move isn’t enjoyed. You’re put to work right away. Cocks slapping your face, tits and ass. Hands forcing your mouth down their length hard, making you gag violently. They force you to jerk them off as someone spreads your ass wide and forces himself inside you.

Gagging and moaning, you choke on someone’s cock as some rough stranger takes you hard. Men laugh and moan. They fight over you arguing and shoving each other, all desperate to use you.

They pass you around and you can’t keep track of who is using you, but who doesn’t matter. They have hard cocks. You need to make them feel better. That’s all that matters.

[cumpie99]

Found this online:

You're my gynecologist. We live in a society that grants gynecologists the power to choose which women will become freeuse as a career. Gynecologists were the best option for this job because they have intimate access to women's bodies and pussies. They can tell which women will be most enjoyable for men to use.

You've just strapped me down, naked, onto your examination table. It's common procedure for gynecologists in our world to prevent women from interfering with their job duties and so you have free access to our bodies.

You've strapped my hands to a metal loop above my head. There's straps across my chest and over my hips binding me to the table, and a couple holding my legs into the stirrups. It's time for the procedure you most enjoy performing - dominating a pussy so the woman knows to keep her legs spread for men to enjoy.

"I've decided your body is exquisite," you tell me, nonchalantly, as you scribble something on your clipboard. "It's in perfect health. Your tits are perky, your ass is firm, and your pussy looks tight."

I gasp in shock at your language. You've dropped the polite, detached lingo of a medical professional and assumed slang language. I've heard the stories from other women. I know you're no longer looking at me as if I were your patient. Instead you're judging the quality of my body and considering whether my pussy should be made freeuse. I've heard of this happening to other women, of course, but I never thought it could happen to me.

I'm still in shock when you set the clipboard down on the counter and begin unbuckling your belt. You smile at me as you unbutton and unzip your trousers, reach inside, and pull out your hard cock. It's thick, long, and flushed.

"Of course, I'll have to check for myself first. I can't make a professional determination unless I sink my cock into that pussy. Has a man already used your pussy, or did your hymen naturally break?"

I start to cry quietly as you step up between my spread legs, your cock in hand and pointed at my exposed pussy. My nipples are hard and my pussy glistens. I can't help that it's wet.

"Just..just one..." I manage between quiet sobs.

You hum. "Practically a virgin, then. Excellent," you say, staring down at my little pussy. Then you look up at me. "My cock is going to stretch that tight pussy, so be a good girl and tell me what that feels like when it does."

"Noo.." I whimper. "Please don't do this."

Something hard and blunt rubs between my pussy lips. I can hear the sound of my own wetness being stirred. I look down to see you holding your cock, moving it up and down between my smooth pussy lips. The head of your cock separates my little pussy lips and it looks like my pussy lips are suckling your wet cock head.

"This is my favorite part of examining a new pussy," you say, staring me in the eyes. You rest the head of your cock against my tight little entrance. "They pay me to tie you down, spread your legs, and fuck your pussy, and look how wet your pussy is..even though you're crying."

"No, stop," I whisper. "Please stop!"

"Beg me to stop."

"Please, please, I beg you--" I gasp and fall silent as you choose this moment, when I'm begging you not to fuck me, to push the head of your thick cock into my entrance. "Ahh!" I cry out. My body quivers.

You grin, watching my reaction as you penetrate my entrance and stretch my hole. "Good girrrl. You like that? You like my cock in your pussy?"

"No.. please..please take it out," I whimper, even as I feel my pussy walls excitedly flutter around your cock head.

You're breathing harder now. "Aw, poor sweet little pussy. Ask me to stop again."

"Please stop! Please take your cock out of my pus--ahhh!"

Again you cut me off, pushing your cock deeper inside my pussy. "Fuck yes, you're so tight," you say, looking down at yourself penetrating me. "Wow, look how your little pussy lips are stretched around my shaft. Tight pussy. You are definitely going to make a lot of men happy. But first this pussy has to take my whole cock. Are you ready?"

I shake my head.

"Aw, sweetie," you say as you wrap your hands around my hips and grin at me again. "It doesn't matter if you're ready." You step forward and slowly push the rest of your cock into my soaking pussy.

"Ahhh!" I squeal as your thick cock spreads my walls. I moan as it rubs all the little nerves inside my pussy.

"Take it," you say, breathlessly as you bottom out inside my pussy.

I whimper and bite my lip. My thighs tremble.

"Take it. Take my cock. Take all of it, deep inside your pussy, like a good girl. Fuck this is a tight pussy, like a cock sleeve. Mm. Good pussy."

You press your hips into my body, holding your cock deep inside me, letting it stretch my pussy.

"It's...mmm... it's too big...mmm" I whisper between whimpers, tears on my cheeks.

"Tell me how it feels. How does my cock feel buried inside your pussy?"

"It's too big.. it.. it hurts.. it's stretching my pussy," I reply. But it also feels so good. I can't help it when I moan.

You laugh. "You're soaking my balls with your cunt juice. You like this. You like your legs spread wide, strapped down so anyone who walks in can see your pussy. You want me to dominate your pussy, don't you?"

I quietly sob and shake my head.

"Don't lie. Tell me, beg me, to dominate your pussy. Tell me that's what your pussy is for, to be used by men."

I frown up at you, my breasts jiggling with my sniffles. "Please.. please dominate my pussy..." I sniffle again. "My pussy is for men to use."

"Good girl." You lean forward and take my nipples between your thumbs and forefingers. You pinch them gently and lift, stretching them upward and teasing them. "Now, say 'my body is for any man to use'."

Pleasure washes over my breasts. I bite my lip to stifle a moan, but I feel my pussy walls flutter around your cock again. Part of me wishes I could spread my legs open further for you. I want to feel your body press against my open pussy lips and rub against my exposed clit. My hips squirm under the strap holding me down.

You laugh again. "Say it."

"Mm.. my body.. oh.. my body is for any... oh..oh.. any man to use."

You laugh and wiggle your hands to jiggle my breasts. "Good girl. I know you like being used. That's what your pussy is for. I'm going to fuck you now. I'm going to fuck you so hard, everyone in the office will hear you moan."

You release my breasts. For a second I think you're going to lean back, but instead you lean forward and plant your elbow on either side of my head. You body rests upon mine. You're staring into my eyes and I realize you want to watch my reaction while you fuck me.

"Here we go," you smile at me.

I frown up at you as I feel you draw your hips back. Your cock slowly slides out of my pussy until just the head of your cock remains inside. I feel my pussy walls close in the absence of your cock.

I gasp as I feel your cock slide back into my tight hole, separating my pussy walls and penetrating deep into my pussy. There's nothing I can do to stop you. My legs are tied wide open. Your body rests over mine like a blanket, pressing down on my breasts. My hands are tied over my head and you're staring down at me, taking up every bit of my reaction to the unwanted pleasure you're forcing upon my body. Fresh tears roll down my cheeks as I realize you're starting to fuck me.

You grin. "Cry for me, baby." You smash your balls against my soft, smooth, wet pussy lips to ensure you're as deep inside me as you can go. You grunt. "Uh! Yeah, cry baby. I love it when they cry," you say as you hips reverse and you pull your cock out of my tight pussy again.

You repeat the movement several times, slowly fucking in and out of me. I can feel your body shake, as of you're holding back. I gasp each time your cock penetrates my pussy. You're going so slow that each time it feels like the first - like I've just been penetrated by your thick cock for the first time. In... and out.. your cock head stretching my hole. Then, in.. and out.. with your cock head lingering. Over and over. Then you pause with your cock buried inside my pussy.

"Okay, my pretty little pussy. Now I'm going to fuck you hard. It's okay if you scream while I pound your pussy." You slide your hands up to grip the edge of the table and you lower your head beside my ear. "I love this part," you whisper into my ear. "It's when I break you and you realize you're going to spend the next 20 years of your life with your legs spread wide, your pussy exposed for men to use."

Then you draw your hips back and quickly thrust your hard cock deep into my pussy.

I squeal. "Uhh!" A rush of pleasure floods my body and I feel my pussy gush over your cock.

You don't stop. You pound my pussy, thrusting your hips forward and back. I can hear the sounds of our bodies slapping together. You're grunting on top of me with each thrust, "Uh, uh, uh, yeah, fuck, uh, uh, tight, pussy, fuck, uh, uh, take my cock, take it!"

I'm moaning and sobbing softly as I realize you're going to make me cum. I can feel the pleasure building inside my pussy and part of me wants you to fuck me harder. The exam table shakes as you writhe on top of my bound body, breathless as your hips thrust.

My pussy tightens. My walls shrink around your cock and I can hear the sloppy sounds of your cock thrusting in my own juices.

"Noo..." I whimper.

"Yeah, uh, uh... fucking take it... cum on my cock, you freeuse whore...legs spread, pussy wet, letting me fuck you...you love this...you love being used...wait until I sell the recording of this, of the first time you took a cock in your freeuse pussy, and everyone hears the way you moan on my cock."

I cum. My pussy clenches on your cock, squeezing it rhythmically, over and over, my walls fluttering all over your shaft and cock head. "Uhhhhh!" I groan as my pussy leaks all over your cock and balls. My whole body tightens. I've never had an orgasm this powerful.

You slam your cock deep inside my pussy, your body pressing against my pussy lips. You groan long and loud and, as your cock pulses inside my pussy, I realize you're cumming. My pussy milks the cum from your cock, rippling along and sucking your cock for every drop of cum.

"Good girl," you whisper in my ear as we come down from our orgasms. "I'm going to use your pussy again before I release you. I'll just keep my cock warm inside your pussy until I'm ready," you say, and I feel your body relax on top of mine, your cock softening inside my used pussy