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Sophie Rain

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Chemical Submission

It all happened so fast. I was walking back to my car when a black SUV pulled up next to me with screeching tires. My first instinct wasn’t fear, it was irritation. Asshole driver. I turn, a berating comment halfway out of my mouth already when I see three masked men jump out. What happens next is a blur. Hands grabbing me harshly, a hood thrown over my head, the fabric thick and unforgiving as it swallows my screams. My body striking out futilely as I fought against my kidnappers. A pinch on my arm, then nothing.

When I wake up, I’m in the back of a car, my arms tied behind my back, the seatbelt digging into my chest, keeping me immobilized. The three men who snatched me hardly pay me any attention, their steady stream of conversation barely stopping when they notice my consciousness. There’s an inkling of fear that begins to take root but I push it away, opting for anger right now.

“You fucking criminals. What the fuck is wrong with you people? You can’t just snatch me off the street, let me go!” My voice is scratchy but it gains momentum as I speak, my last few words leaving my mouth with an angry shriek.

The driver lets out a condescending laugh. “Shut the fuck up, slut. You don’t have any power here.”

I struggle hard against my restraints but nothing gives. “Let me fucking go, or I swear I will ruin you fucking assholes.”

They laugh and don’t even bother giving me a verbal response. The man next to me pulls out a syringe and jams it into my thigh, ignoring my pained gasp. The last thing I hear before the sedative pulls me under is one of their voices.

“Our buyer did say he wanted a brat. This bitch should keep him occupied real nice.”

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When I wake up again, I’m sprawled across a soft bed. High ceilings arch overhead, the entire room screaming wealth and luxury based on the modern architecture and sleek styling. I’m groggy but I push that away and sit up, determined to get the hell out of here and back to my normal life.

Before I can come up with a plan of action, the door to the room opens with a flourish and a man walks in. Just based on the way he carries himself and the clothes he’s wearing, I know he’s disgustingly rich. The watch on his wrist cost more than my entire college degree, I’m sure.

“There she is!” His voice is velvety, the kind used to having its every order obeyed without question. “You’re awake.”

He steps into the room and closes the door behind him. I don’t miss the way he slides the lock in place. Before he can take another step towards me, I stand up from the bed.

"Stay the hell away from me," I hiss.

He laughs, bright, mocking. "Oh my dear, you don’t get to make demands here."

I lunge for the door, but he’s faster. His hand closes around my wrist, and I gasp the strength of his grip.

"Bad girl," he coos, shaking his head like I’m some disobedient pet. I jerk my arm, trying to make him release me but his grip is iron.

“Let me go, you fucking creep! Where am I?”

He grins at me and gestures with his free hand, “Welcome to your new home.”

“Are you fucking stupid?”

He laughs again, “They did said you’d be feisty. Money well spent, I’d say.”

I glare at him, “What the fuck are you talking about?” I yank my arm back towards myself again. Again, his grip stays firm.

He chuckles, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “You, my feisty girl, belong to me now. I bought you. This is your new home, your new reality. I am your master.”

I can’t stop the incredulous laugh that erupts from me. “Oh my god, you’re insane. I don’t belong to anyone!”

He smirks, “I have paperwork that would beg to differ, sweetheart. But I understand, the transition can be hard. This might help.”

He pulls out a device from his pocket. It’s a small, rectangular shape, with a metal band around it, like an arm band. He grins and yanks my wrist hard, the force making my body lurch forward into his. He moves too fast for me to react, an arm coming around my waist to hold me still as he slips the device around my upper arm. A sharp stab radiates out from my bicep where he’d pushed the device against my skin and a metallic click later, he pulls away, smiling.

I glance down at my arm, my free hand coming up to touch the device, searching for a way to take it off but finding none. The metal makes a perfect loop around my arm, keeping me from tampering with the device held against my skin. “What did you do, you psychopath?!”

The device lets out a single beep. I glance down, not understanding at first. Then, it starts.

A slow, creeping, insidious warmth, pooling low in my stomach. My breath stutters. My skin prickles. My thighs press together instinctively, but the friction makes it worse.

He watches, grinning. "Oh? Already?"

"Fuck you," I spit, but my voice wavers.

He tsks. "Disobedience has consequences, sweetheart."

The heat flares, burning, and I whimper before I can stop myself. “What did you do?” My voice is breathy, whiny, desperate.

He leans down, fingers curling under my chin. “A special little gift for my special girl. That device on your arm has direct access to your bloodstream. Every time you act up, it will send a pulse of a highly effective aphrodisiac straight to your circulation. That’s what you feel now. Isn’t that fun?” He chuckles lowly, his grip shifting downwards to wrap around my throat.

“The faster you learn your place, the easier it’ll be for you, sweet girl. But I have a feeling you won’t be a very fast learner.” His eyes gleam with sadism.

I bite back a whimper and glare at him. I can feel sweat beading across my skin, my nipples tightening almost unbearably. Every breath feels too much, my heartbeat echoing in my ears.

“You psychopath,” I say, struggling to keep the venom in my voice.

The device beeps again. Another pulse shoots through me and my eyes flutter shut against my will. My body trembles and his grip tightens against my throat. I shudder at his touch. My pussy throbs.

He pulls away from me suddenly and I let out an unconscious whine that I immediately silence when I realize. My face blushes red. He smirks at me. “Have a good night, darling. See you in the morning.”

He turns and leaves the room, the door shutting behind him, the lock clicking into place.

I stumble backwards onto the bed, gasping in deep breaths of air to try to calm myself down.

I refuse to touch myself.

I refuse to give in to him.

But as the hours pass, the heat turns to fire. My skin is too tight. Every brush of fabric against my clit, my nipples is torture. I toss and turn on the bed, determined to wait this out.

I don’t break.

Not yet.

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I wake up drenched.

The heat never faded. It simmered all night, twisting my dreams into something filthy. I dreamed of hands on me, fingers inside me, a mouth between my thighs, his voice whispering in my ears, the beep of the device haunting me.

I sit up, panting. My fingers twitch, the thought of touching myself crosses my mind before I banish it.

No. I won’t.

But the ache is unbearable. My clit pulses, swollen and desperate. I shift, and the friction makes me whimper.

His voice comes from the doorway. “Need something?” I didn’t even notice the door open.

I glare. “Go to hell.”

He smirks.

A beep. A fresh wave of heat crashes over me.

Fuck.

My hips jerk. My hands fly to my thighs, gripping, barely stopping myself in time. I shake my head, trying to clear my head, to get a hold of my sanity.

He walks in the room holding two covered trays. He sets them down on the nightstand and reveals one with a flourish. “Breakfast for my lovely, desperate girl.” He coos.

It’s all my favorites but the food doesn’t excite me at all. He sits at the edge of the bed, so close I can smell him, clean, masculine, intoxicating. I catch myself breathing deeply, my head spinning with pleasure.

He puts together a bite of breakfast for me and holds it out towards me. I glare at him, “Fuck off, I’m not some pet.” My voice sounds weak, even to myself, lacking the usual snap as the heat in my body overrides my defiance.

He tsks at me and raises an eyebrow. Beep. The heat hits again and my thighs clench as my hands fist the sheets. He holds out the food to me again. This time, I eat. He feeds me every bite like this. I don’t disobey him again, eating until he stops feeding me. Then he stands and grabs the tray of dirty plates.

“Before I forget, I have one more surprise for you.” He says, grabbing the lid of the second tray he’d brought in. My eyes widen when I see what it was hiding.

Toys. Vibrators. Dildos. The tray contains a sex shop’s worth of toys, each one staring up at me. I let out a soft whimper, my pussy clenching. The cruelty of his surprise isn’t lost on me.

He laughs at me reaction. “Just in case you need any of these. Don’t be shy, pretty girl.” He leaves me then, my body throbbing from the unrelenting aphrodisiac with only my willpower preventing me from reaching down and stroking a finger along my clit. Or grabbing a vibrator from the tray and working my body over until this horrible, constant heat goes away.

Time passes in a haze.

Every shift of fabric is torture. My panties are soaked, clinging to me, rubbing in all the wrong (right) ways. My pulse is a frantic drumbeat between my legs.

I squeeze my eyes shut, fists clenched at my sides.

I won’t touch myself. I won’t.

But the drug doesn’t care. It rebels at my self-control. It coils tighter, hotter, until I’m arching off the bed, a whimper tearing from my throat.

My fingers betray me, sliding down.

Just one touch. Just to ease it, just to take the edge off.

The moment I touch myself, it’s like pouring gasoline on the fire. My hips jerk, my back arches, and I come embarrassingly fast, biting my tongue to stifle my cries.

I come off the high, gasping quietly, expecting the needy haze to let up. Excepting the drug to have burned out of my system. But it only gets worse.

Because it doesn’t help.

It worsens.

The fire spreads. I whine, pawing at myself, ripping clothes off my body, but the more I touch, the worse it gets. I’m lost in the haze, my fingers working against my clit faster and harder.

But it’s still not enough.

My gaze lands on the tray of toys and I don’t hesitate. My hand snatches the magic wand, a flick of the switch making it’s head vibrate impossibly fast. I can’t move quick enough, pressing the toy hard against my clit.

I don’t bother trying to stay quiet this time, a loud moan leaving my throat as the toy makes contact.

The aphrodisiac is a living thing inside me, twisting through my veins like molten need. My skin is fever-hot, every nerve screaming for relief that doesn’t exist. The pleasure is torture. The torture is pleasure. I can’t tell the difference anymore.

I shove the vibrator harder against myself, thighs trembling, back arching off the bed. A broken moan spills from my lips as I cum again but it’s useless. The orgasm just fans the flames, leaves me emptier, needier, dumber. My fingers are slick, my cunt clenching around nothing, begging to be filled.

A ragged whimper escapes me as I reach for the dildo, thick and unyielding, pressing it inside with a choked gasp. The stretch burns, but the drug twists the pain into something filthy, something delicious. I fuck myself with it, rough and fast, the vibrator still grinding in frantic circles.

My vision blurs. Tears streak down my face. I cum again but it only makes the hunger worse. My body convulses, greedy and insatiable, my cunt clenching around the toy as the orgasm leaves me emptier than before. I sob into the sheets, fingers cramping around the toys.

The door swings open and he’s there, leaning against the frame, smirking at the show I’m putting on for him. “Aww, you poor sweet girl, you didn’t even last 24 hours.”

I can’t take it anymore.

Every breath is a struggle. My body isn’t mine, it’s a mess of need, of desperation that belongs to him.

He stands over me.

“You want some help?”

I whimper. I need him.

He steps closer. “Beg.”

I shake my head, my last ounce of defiance rearing its head. A beep sounds. I sob as the heat spikes.

“Please!” I sob. “P-please—”

He smirks, tilting my chin up. “Please what?”

I’m shaking. My pride is gone, my resistance shattered.

“Please, master.”

His smile is cruel. “Good girl.”

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I went to driving school most of the day. Got sat in between two guys with three in front of me and two more behind me.

All I could think all was how much I wanted to these men to grab and grope, force me to the floor and strip me. Then yank my hair and slam me onto the desk, taking turns using my holes and forcing me to swallow their cum.

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“Explain yourself, young lady.” The girl’s blood freezes. Her vape pen rests in her dad’s hand. The cartridge full of strawberry juice sloshes around as he waves it at her. “Do you have any idea how bad nicotine is for you?” She breathes a sigh of partial relief. The girl had covered up the THC symbol with a cute sticker of a puppy. Her decoration saves her from an even worse reprimand.

“It’s, uh, my friend’s…” Blushing and looking down at the floor, she can’t get such a bold lie past her father. “Like hell it is. You’re in so much trouble, miss.” Guiding her to the couch, the man sits her down. “I don’t want to have to tell your mother about this, so listen up…” The vape wiggles in front of her face as he condemns her.

“…you’re going to smoke this whole thing in front of me. That’ll teach you a lesson.”

Her eyes widen. For a moment she considers telling him the true contents of the strawberry-flavoured liquid. Gripping the couch, she chooses to not fess up. “…yes, dad…” The girl mumbles, taking the vape from his hand. Her father folds his arms with a sense of smug satisfaction from administering his old-school punishment.

The girl’s thumb runs across the puppy sticker, carefully ensuring it doesn’t slip off. Her lips nestle against the tip of the vape. Pressing the button, she inhales a short burst of the bright berry vapour. The father sits down next to her, resting a firm hand on her shoulder. “Come on, we’ll be here all day. You like smoking that thing so much, show me.”

Already feeling the effects of the cannabinoids, the girl tries to maintain her composure. He squeezes her shoulder as she takes a big hit. A cloud blows out of her lungs. She feels a little bit dizzy. Looking at the almost-full cartridge, her stomach sinks as she realizes how much she has to go. The puppy sticker looks up at her with joyful, innocent eyes.

“Again.” Her dad orders her. Another big hit. “Keep going.” The girl’s eyelids flutter as she sucks down as much as she can. “Again.” She leans back on the couch, nestled up against her father. Another big cloud of vapour is inhaled and exhaled. The girl starts to cough. Her dad smirks, satisfied that his punishment is working. “Not all fun and games now, is it, kiddo?”

“…y-yeah…” She mumbles, sucking on the vape. The girl squeezes her thighs together, trying to remember how to speak English. “You’ll never want to smoke one of those things again after this…” He feels rugged and strong with his arm around her, pushing the vape back up to her face. She tries to not think of her dad like that. She tries to form a sentence. “…don’t you know that stuff is bad for you…?”

“Uhhh… wurf…” The girl barks softly. The man stares at her blankly. “Don’t be silly, answer my question.” Instead, his daughter nuzzles against his shoulder. She takes another long hit from the vape pen, blowing the cloud downwards as she stares into his lap. “Uhm… I’m just puppy…” The girl tries to explain herself. “…silly little puppy…” Her head spins, too high to comprehend what she’s saying.

Grabbing her chin, her dad tries to push her upright again. His daughter’s eyes close. Her mouth opens, wrapping her lips around his thumb. She sucks gently. Dumbfounded, the man feels her tongue roll around the tip of his finger. “…that’s, uh, not your vape thingy…” Glazed over eyes peer up at him. She giggles as his thumb pops from her mouth. “heheee… whoopsies… dumb puppy… wuf wuf…”

Sucking on the vape again, she mumbles and barks to herself as she works her way through the cartridge. Her dad watches in stunned silence. Sinking back into the couch, the girl cuddles up to him again. “…puppy icky…” She whispers into his ear. He can smell the strawberry juice on his daughter's hot breath. “Icky?” The man asks naively. Panting, the girl nods. “…puppy sooo icky…”

His eyes follow her hands as they stroke down her body. Over her cleavage, down her tummy, to the hem of her skirt. The man’s jaw drops as the girl he raised slowly lifts up the fabric. Underneath, her paw print panties are completely soaked. The wet fabric clings to her pussy, showing off her slit. “…seeeee? I’ma icky puppyyyy…” The pink paw prints are pulled downwards.

“Okay, that’s enough.” Snatching the vape from her hand, he stands up. The girl slips downwards off the couch, rubbing at her bare clit. “I’m going to go throw this thing out.” He turns to leave, feeling the tug of his daughter’s hands on his pants. “nooooo… puppy want treats… woof woof…” Looking down at the dazed girl, he watches her touch herself, tongue lolling out of her mouth.

“I’ll be a good girl… good icky puppy for daddy….” She sits on his foot, grinding her wet slit against his leg. Her face presses into his crotch, inhaling deeply. His cock gets hard. The man looks at the vape pen in his hand. He makes a decision.

Running his hand through her hair, he lowers the vape to his daughter’s mouth. “…want to suck, doggy…?” She gives him a hazy grin and humps his leg faster. “Yah, daddy… good doggy… good suck…” Latching onto the pen, the girl starts to give it a blowjob. Her head bobs up and down, vape smoke blowing out of her nose as she fellates the object.

The girl’s eyes stay shut as he extracts the vape from her lips. Her mouth stays open, tongue drooling strawberry-flavoured spit down onto his feet. It smears against her pussy when she humps it. Slowly opening his pants, he lays his swollen cock on her tongue. “…here’s another treat, puppy.”

In one second, her dad’s cock is slurped down. He moans as his daughter grinds her cunt against his shin. She sucks her dad’s dick in the middle of the living room. If there was any restraint left, it’s gone now. The girl leaves wet streaks up and down his leg. Her dad holds on to the back of her head, thrusting his cock into her throat.

“Again.” He growls, pulling her off his cock. The vape is pressed against her lips. She takes a big hit. Before she can exhale, her dad pushes her face back into his crotch. The puppygirl holds the weed vapour deep in her lungs as she sucks him off. Barely anything comes out when he releases her. “Again.” Another hit, another minute of sucking cock. “Again.” The girl is almost unconscious as he orders her to inhale.

“…stupid puppy…” She mumbles as he leads her to the bedroom. His daughter can’t walk anymore, so he holds the back of her neck as she crawls. One more big cloud of strawberry vape, and the girl climbs onto the bed. Kneeling on all fours, she pulls herself open and shows off her drippy holes to her dad. “…daddy’s stupid puppy…”

She barks when he thrusts inside of her. Her panting is rapid as he holds onto her ribs, fucking deep into his little girl. “Tight little puppy.” The man grunts as he ruts into her. The girl lets out a goofy giggle. “Hehehe… treats for tight puppy…?” Handing her the vape, she takes yet another big hit as her father enjoys her. “…mmph… wurf wurf…”

He can feel his fingers stroke along his cock as she paws at her clit. Rubbing and smoking and arching her back to let him deep inside, the man picks up the pace. She looks at him with red, unfocused eyes. Her lips touch the vape, inhaling her biggest dose yet. His daughter holds it inside and rubs as he smacks his hips against her bum.

“You’re a good girl. Good dumb puppy for your daddy.”

She twitches and shivers. Her pussy squeezes tight around her dad’s cock. A huge billow of strawberry vape flows from her begging lips as she cums. He holds on tight, listening to her happy barks and thrusting harder with each little cloud. One deep push, and he finishes inside of his puppy daughter. The man collapses onto the bed. She rocks her bum back and forth as his cum runs down her leg.

“Can you drive me to the dispensary?” Manipulating the cartridge in the morning light, she looks at the last droplet of burnt juice rolling around in the plastic. “Absolutely not.” Her dad replies. She shoots him a glare. “Yes, you are. In fact you’re going to pay for a new cart, too.” The stubborn girl jabs him in the chest. “Unless you want to explain yourself to mom… I’ll tell her everything you did to me last night.” He sighs and rubs his temples. “Fine. I’ll get my keys.” His daughter grins. “Thank you, daddy.”

“We’ll stop at the pet store, too.” The man looks up from tying his shoes. “Oh? What for?” She wiggles her butt and leans forward, tapping her finger on his bulge. “You’re going to get me a collar. I’ll need it if I have a fresh cartridge.”

“Something cute. Girly. I like pink… purple might be nice too.” As they leave the family home, his daughter wraps her arm around his. “…but I want you to pick it out for me…”

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Sparks Fly

I wake up groggy, head pounding, limbs restrained, mouth gagged. The cold metal of the examination table bites into my skin as I squirm against the thick leather straps pinning my wrists and ankles down.

He leans over me, eyes burning with sadistic amusement. I whine behind the gag, mouth too stuffed to make any coherent noises. His fingers trail along my inner thigh, humming a playful tune before giving my flesh a sharp, stinging pinch. "Look who decided to wake up!" He tilts his head, grinning. "Took you long enough, I was getting bored waiting."

With a smirk, he presses a button on the side of the table and a mechanical whirring fills the room as stirrups snap into place, forcing my legs apart.

His free hand suddenly presses down on my lower belly, fingers digging in just enough to make me whimper and squirm. "So sensitive," he coos, "You are going to be so fun to play with."

His thumb circles my entrance, teasing, before he plunges two fingers in without warning, crooking them upward ruthlessly. "Mm, you're already so sloppy. Bet you didn’t even realize your body could react like this, did you?"

A cruel laugh escapes him as he adds a third finger, stretching me obscenely, his other hand palming my stomach again, pressing down, forcing me to feel how deep he’s reaching. I scream behind the gag as painful pleasure shoots through my body.

He presses his fingers deeper and I arch my back against the restraints. Then I feel it, his fingers graze against my deepest spot and my whole body shudders.

"Oh, that’s your cervix, sweet thing. You can feel it, can’t you? Does that hurt? Or did you like that?" His grin widens as I whimper. "I think you liked that."

He leans in close, breath ghosting over my ear. "Don’t fret, I’ll make sure you like this."

With that, he withdraws his fingers only to replace them with something thicker, colder. I whine from the stark temperature contrast as metal slides into my pussy. A medical-grade speculum clicks open, forcing me wider, exposing my desperately dripping cunt completely under the harsh overhead lights. "There we go," he coos, tapping the metal dismissively, making it send vibrations through me. "Much better view."

His fingers return, this time circling my cervix directly, rubbing slow, torturous circles, stimulating me in a way my body doesn’t know how to cope with. I clench, jerking against the restraints but he just tuts, amused. "Ah-ah. Don’t fight me, sweet girl," he teases.

His fingers press harder, the pressure against my cervix mirroring a different kind of pressure building within me. He’s going to make me cum like this.

He grins devilishly at me as he presses deeper and gives my clit a harsh pinch with his free hand.

A choked gasp rips from my throat as my body betrays me, gushing around his hand. He throws his head back and laughs, delighted. "Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic." He pulls his hands away and wipes his glistening fingers on my thigh, smirking down at my wrecked expression.

"Don’t worry, pretty thing. We’re just getting started."

The hum of a toy fills the room. A thin, precise electric probe, buzzing faintly. My body trembles against the restraints, slick with sweat, every shallow breath hitching as his free hand lazily traces circles over my clit, just hard enough overstimulate my raw nerves.

"Oh, pretty girl, you’re shaking," he coos. "We just started and you’re so desperate already." His thumb grinds down suddenly, forcing a choked whine from my throat as the pleasure washes over me. Then he tsks, pulling away just as my hips twitch up. "Ah-ah. No, no, no chasing, you don’t get to choose when you get pleasure. I do."

He smiles at me before pressing the toy against my clit without warning. A jolt of electricity lances through me, sharp, bright, just shy of pain. My back arches violently, a scream tearing loose behind the gag as my muscles seize. He laughs, delighted, and does it again. And again.

"Look at you—convulsing like a broken toy," he sneers, dragging the probe lower, tracing along my soaked cunt. "You’d think your body would have some dignity, but no. It’s just begging for more." The electric probe flicks my entrance. “You know, that speculum should be a perfect conductor for this electricity. Should we find out what happens when they meet?”

He doesn’t wait for my response and plunges the toy into me, electricity crackling against my walls and the metal holding me open. My vision goes white as the shock hits every inch of my dripping pussy. I writhe, sobbing, but he only presses deeper, angling it up—

Zap.

My scream fractures as the current slams into my g-spot, my hips jerking helplessly. "There it is!" He croons, watching my thighs quiver. "That’s the spot, isn’t it? The one that makes you drip like a filthy little thing." Another shock, harder this time. My vision whites again out as my cunt clenches, gushing around the toy and the speculum.

But he doesn’t stop there.

The cold metal clicks wider, exposing my cervix to the chilled air. He exhales, amused, as the delicate tissue flutters under his gaze. "Oh, that’s sensitive I’m sure," he murmurs. I thrash and beg behind the gag, a pit of dread building in my stomach as I realize what he plans to do.

He ignores my protests and taps my cervix with the probe, just once, lightly, no electricity yet. I sob as the unbearable sensation shoots through me. Then he grins and—

ZAP.

I screech, body bowing off the table as agony-pleasure erupts from my core, my cunt spasming, squirting in pathetic, helpless bursts. He watches, enthralled, as I choke on my own drool, tears streaking my face.

Another shock against my cervix. My vision blurs, hips jerking wildly as another orgasm is ripped from me. Tears stream down my face, my breath coming in broken sobs, but he doesn’t stop. He leans in, his breath hot against my ear.

"You’re not even trying to resist. Just taking it like a good little toy. Go on, scream for me. Let me hear how ruined you are."

He cranks the voltage higher.

My world implodes.

Electricity carves through me like a blade, my cunt pulsing, my voice breaking into a shattered wail as I squirt again for him, my body writhing in overstimulated agony. He moans at the sight, pressing the probe even deeper, forcing my cervix to take it, to feel it, until all I can do is convulse against my restraints.

"Perfect." He purrs, finally pulling back to admire his handiwork, my wrecked, trembling body, dripping cunt, and tear-streaked face. "You really are such a treat to break."

He pats my thigh, grinning. "Now let’s see how many more I can force out of you before you pass out."

The toy crackles again as he waves it tauntingly at me. I whimper and his laugh is the last thing I can remember as my mind buckles under his torment.

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imagine someone that you think is a friend offering to help you with your aches and pains with a good ol' fashioned massage. they give you some edibles to help you relax a little more. make the massage feel even better. then they begin encouraging you to hit their joint or weed pen to "help the edibles along." and then they gently and subtly encourage you to take another hit. and another hit. and another hit. then the edibles kick in and suddenly you're so high that you can't move. then they start the massage and it feels so good. you don't even realize that you're softly moaning. you've even lost track of where their hands are. well, until a finger or two slips inside of you. "relax, baby," they whisper. "it's all just part of the massage. here, take another hit." and the entire time that they're speaking, their fingers keep pumping a slow and steady rhthym. it feels so good. you take another hit. and another. and next thing you know, you wake up with their cock buried deep inside of you. you try to say something, but between the mounting pleasure and the high, coherent words are almost impossible right now. "sssh, baby," they whisper. "you wanted this. i'm only giving you what you wanted. what you deserve."

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a lesbian who's so addicted to mens balls she loses all inhibitions when the need to worship them overcomes her. she's sucked the balls of all her cis male friends and coworkers. she's gone to the bathroom with strangers at bars and clubs just so she could lick and suck their ballsacks like it's the most pleasurable thing for her. she loves to have fat heavy nuts resting on her face, and she takes selfies like that to keep as beloved trophies. in college, making out with her professors' balls had nothing to do with her grades, she just wanted her mouth on them. her eyes roll back in her head in bliss when she seals her plush lips around a musky hairy testicle and thinks of the swimmers inside it. she swears the best orgasms ever are those she gives herself abusing her own clit while on her knees in front of a man huffing and tasting his balls so hungrily she's getting dizzy. some of the men tease her: "some lesbian you are" but she barely reacts. she is a lesbian! she's still a lesbian, she just needs this... it's not her fault she has her cravings... if anything, that makes it even more enticing for her... how is she supposed to resist?

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Want to ignore some CNC kink bitch's safeword in the middle of a "scene." Watch the gears turn in their head when they say it again, louder, not processing the fact that they went from being "raped" to actually being raped. You said you have a rape kink, isn't this what you signed up for? No? You just wanted to roleplay it? Too fucking bad. You shouldn't be getting off to those thoughts if you can't handle the real thing, you dumb bitch. Now come on, just enjoy getting raped like you fantasize about, won't you?

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I think it would be so hot to be looking up porn of wasted girls getting groped and abused just to stumble across a video of yourself that you never knew existed of two guys taking turns holding the camera and exposing my holes, spitting on them and spanking them before sliding their cocks right in - ohhh my god I can’t imagine the fucking horror is cum instantly I’d cry I’d vomit I’d watch the entire thing front to back and then read all the comments and then fuck myself stupid half a dozen times

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Request: Werewolf x chubby reader with portals, free use, knotting, rut????

Depraved approach

Werewolf x chubby fem!reader || sex toy, sex portal, free use (kinda), breeding, knotting, feral sex/rut, overstimulation, squirting, (very light) dirty talk

You can hear the howls of your werewolf neighbor as the moon starts to rise.

You don’t know much about werewolves, but you know enough to know he must be entering his rut. A part of you wants to be the one helping him, you want it more than anything, because you’ve been crushing on him since the day he knocked on your door with a fresh batch of cookies and a wolfish smile (pun intended) that made your panties wet.

Since then, your crush has only gotten increasingly intense, to the point where you might even say that you were already a bit in love with him. That’s why you left a bag with a little present on his door this evening... A fleshlight.

An enchanted fleshlight.

Having a witch for a best friend has its perks, like getting her to enchant a fleshlight to make a pussy-portal, or at least that’s what she called it. It was supposed to be a sex toy for him to use… and hopefully you’d feel it while he did. The sex toy is to be felt by the receiver only if both parties had a mutual attraction, and you’re hoping you do.

Is it a very weird way to approach your crush? Yes.

Is it depraved? Absolutely.

Did you feel bad about it? Not at all.

If things went as you expected, in about an hour, you’ll have a werewolf dick pounding into your pussy, and if you’re extra lucky, you’d get his knot. Your knees are already shaky thinking about it. You get yourself ready, sipping a nice wine as you munch on your dinner, putting on soft music, just chilling around in your house.

But you shouldn’t have.

Because the second you feel something at the entrance of your pussy, you’re completely lost. He drives in with one hard thrust, his dick hitting so deep, so fast that you’re already about to lose it. You make your way to your room on unsteady legs and trembling knees as he keeps fucking into you. You try to reduce your moaning to a minimum as you get to your room, more than sure that he can hear you from downstairs.

By the time you’re on your bed and pulling your clothes off, your pussy is so wet your panties are ruined. He’s fucking you relentlessly, and you can barely move enough to get the rest of your underwear off before you feel the first telltale sign of a knot expanding at the entrance of your pussy.

You don’t think. You don’t process it. You can only scream his name at the top of your lungs as the fat knot presses against your G-spot and your fingers find your clit, rubbing furiously as you come around him. You hear the second he realizes the portal goes both ways, howling to the moon as you feel the first shot of his come hitting your cervix. Fuck, fuck, fuck… You knew that was going to happen, but the feeling of his come filling you up only sends you higher, shaking on the mattress as your orgasm rocks your body and your eyes roll back into your head.

You hear a howl louder than the rest, and your pussy squeezes against the knot inside of you once again as more juices come gushing out of you. Just like last time, you hear a roar at the same time as you scream, another orgasm hitting you completely by surprise. Maybe you pass out for a second, or two, or maybe for a couple of minutes, because when you come back to your senses, someone is pounding on your door and you aren’t sure you can get your legs to work to go see who it is.

“I know you’re home! Open this door so I can stuff your pretty cunt next and stop playing with a toy!” His voice is way too loud, there’s no way the rest of your neighbors didn’t hear what he just said, but fuck if you care.

“It’s open!” You cry back, your pussy squeezing around his knot once again.

But this time, you open your eyes in time to see him in front of you, the pink fleshlight held tight against his dick, still buried deep inside. He twists it around a little, and you let out an undignified cry of pleasure when the top of his knot presses against your G-spot. G

“You do not leave your door open again,” he growls.

The sound only makes your pussy squeeze again, he grunts, approaching you on the bed, his eyes blown wide and his fangs exposed. You shiver, rolling your hips to get more friction. He stops your movements with his claws on your hips, a threat, but one you aren’t going to listen to. You do it again and he moans, his teeth bared and his dick sending a new shot of come into your pussy. It’s starting to drip down, and he realizes the second it does.

He looks at your pussy, completely focused on his come dripping down. “Why are you dripping with come?”

“The fleshlight… Fuck. It’s enchanted. Good goddess… The fleslight... It’s a portal,” you struggle to say.

“Are you saying my come is IN YOU right now?” His tone gets higher at the end, and you nod, feeling too hot and bothered to form more words.

He clearly doesn’t care about your struggles, because next thing you know he’s pushing two fingers inside of you. The combination of his knot and his fingers is enough to send your body into another orgasm from the stretch.

But it doesn’t end there- he’s a werewolf in rut and you’re nothing but his toy right now. He starts finger fucking you as you continue to feel shot after shot of his come hitting deep inside. The feeling of his knot still buried in the fleshlight is pressing against your G-spot when he decides to press right there with his fingers as well.

You’d never felt anything like it, your whole body shakes with the force of it, and something inside of you breaks.

You lose consciousness of your body, of your mouth, of everything that’s not that point in your pussy and the way you’re gushing around his fingers, the way you’re… peeing? Fuck. You’re squirting all over him.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Your orgasm feels infinite as he keeps rutting against the toy and his fingers keep playing with your G-spot as if he’s playing a shooter game on his computer and pressing the left mouse button over and over. He does this until you’re crying and the pleasure is blinding. Even through the blinding pleasure, you’re still coming.

The bliss causes you to pass out again, which should have been expected by then.

You come back to him licking the tears away, and you can’t feel his knot inside of you anymore, but his fingers are still buried deep inside of you, making you moan. The sound alerts him of you being back in the land of the living, and he’s soon kissing your forehead.

“I couldn’t let my seed drip down,” he explains as if it’s the most logical thing, and you have no energy to argue. Apparently your body still has enough energy to clench around his fingers, though. “You like that? You like being stuffed full of come?” You shiver and he takes that as the ‘yes’ you were intending for it to be. His body moves over you on the mattress, and before you can process it, his dick is pressing against your opening: “Are you ready to feel it for real?”

He doesn’t wait for your response before he’s pushing his cock inside in one long and drawn out thrust. The feeling of him sliding into you causes your eyes to roll back while you moan and greedily push your hips up to get more of him.

You have to admit, your depraved ideas certainly have their perks sometimes.

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I've written several longer posts which have up until now been just my fantasies. But this is now my first attempt at writing about one of our real life meetings. This was from last night, with a local 25 year old guy that we've now met 6 times over the last couple of months...

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They'd already been fucking for over an hour before he finally told us both to get down on our knees in front of him.

Last time he did this it was my first time sucking cock, and I was so bad at it that he had told me to stop and went back to enjoying Linas mouth!

This time I needed to do it better, so when he nodded to Lina to suck him first I watched intently and tried to see what she was doing. I noticed that she was using her tongue a lot at first and that she made lots of eye contact with him. And then slowly she took more and more of his length into her mouth until it was all the way in and she began to deep throat him.

At this point he took over control. He placed his hands at the back of her head and and held onto it. His hips moved back and forth, slowly but deeply fucking my girlfriend's mouth while her eyes were locked onto his. I imagined that when it was my turn, this would actually be the easiest part as I could see that he was doing all the work, using her mouth like a fuck toy.

So as I knelt there watching him face fuck my girlfriend only a few feet away, I realised that I was incredibly aroused. I was holding my hard little dick, stroking it to the same rhythm as he was thrusting his thick manhood between her soft lips. And I could hardly wait for my turn.

But as he continued, increasing the pace, it became clear that he was enjoying this too much. They had both forgotten that I was there and were completely lost in each other's pleasure. He was going faster, making sure that every thrust went as deep into her throat as possible, building towards orgasm.

Her eyes were beginning to water a little now, due to his intensity but she made no indication that she wanted him to stop. She was hungry for his cum.

I also stroked myself faster, determined to finish at the same time as he did.

"Good girl" he grunted, looking down at her devouring his beautiful fat cock. She was totally his now, her mouth was his to use as he wished, like the rest of her body.

"Good girl" he repeated as his body bucked and he ejaculated his hot alpha load into her mouth. She had her eyes closed now, savouring the taste as he emptied more spurts of creamy cum into her.

He pulled his cock from her mouth but there was one last spurt that landed on her chin and started to drip down onto her tits.

She opened her mouth slightly to show him it was full of his seed. She hadn't swallowed any of it yet, so he nodded to her and pointed at me.

"You know what to do" he said.

And somehow she did know. She turned to me and spat the whole mouthful into my face as a final act of humiliation.

"Good girl" he laughed.

As I bowed my cum covered face in shame, and looked at my own pathetic cum load on the floor, and my tiny limp dick still in my hand, I realised that this had all been planned. They had been messaging each other earlier in the day and he'd given her instructions to do this.

She really was a good girl.

His good girl.

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I’m 7 months into my pregnancy and barely have energy for sexual things, although I miss regular sex very much. Jason has been regularly seeing his two other women, one once or twice a week and the other once every 4-5 weeks. At times it’s incredibly hard to share him this way even though it’s a turn on. I’m filled with dual, conflicting emotions when I think about how I barely get his cock once a week, and he’s having multiple sex sessions with 2 other women each time he goes to see them. One of them is very graphic with him about how she loves to get his cream pie and then having him fuck his cum into her and cum again, leaving her pussy filled.

All I can really do sexually right now is sex in the doggie position, which is nice, but oh, I miss missionary. I miss kissing him while he fills me with cum. I’m filled with jealousy knowing other women get that with him, and it will be a while before I can have that back. But I’m also incredibly wet thinking about it too. The most I can do right now is tease my pussy with my big dildo and maybe cum if I’ve worked hard enough to edge. I’m his owned cuck wife and I do love that he is being so well taken care of. 🔥

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Surprise blowjob

He was sleeping and I thought to be a good girl and suck him off. I was the one in for a surprise though I shouldn’t have been surprised.. I can’t tell you the last time he called out my name..

Once he woke up to start fucking my face he called out her name..oh **** damn your mouth feels good etc…

It’s me I said…. he never opened his eyes to acknowledge me just in his own thoughts as I tried to suck his soul. Gripping my face he screams out I’m cumming **** giving me the biggest cum shot ever…. with tears in my eyes I have accepted that he gets no pleasure when he thinks of me anymore.. I created a monster

I came hard crying about it while he rolled over and went back to sleep

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Doctor’s Orders

“Miss, please follow me into the exam room.”

I look up to see a sweet nurse smile at me and wave me over. I smile back at her and stand up from the waiting room chair, following her through the doors of the clinic. She leads me into a standard exam room and after giving me quick instructions to take off my clothes and get comfortable, she leaves me, promising the doctor will be here to see me shortly.

I look around the sterile room, taking in framed stock images tastefully arranged along the walls and the stack of various medical pamphlets about STDs and safe sex. I take a deep breath and start to undress. I’ve waited so long to come see this doctor and I’m not going to let my nerves get the best of me now. The doctor I’m here to see is a specialist in anorgasmia, the inability to orgasm.

I’ve never been able to achieve orgasm, no matter what I’ve tried. Numerous partners have tried, I’ve purchased countless toys and lubricants, even going as far as trying hypnosis. Nothing has worked and I had almost given up hope when I’d stumbled across this doctor and his specialty.

It took months for me to get an appointment, and the screening process was incredibly intensive. Apparently, he’s extremely selective in the patients he chooses to see so when I got the call that he was willing to fit me into his schedule, I was ecstatic. Maybe I can finally say goodbye to my inability to orgasm.

A soft knock at the door startles me and I watch as the doctor opens the door and steps into the room, letting the door swing shut behind him. He’s younger than I thought he’d be. I’d been picturing a middle-aged man, maybe with some greying hair and glasses. Instead, he’s handsome, fit, and I can see the sparkle in his eyes as he greets me cheerfully.

“Good afternoon! I’m sorry for the wait but I hope you’re comfortable! It is lovely to meet you.” His voice is smooth, comforting, and when I extend my hand out to shake his outstretched one, his touch is gentle but strong.

I smile back at him, feeling some of my previous anxiety fade away. “No worries at all, I’m happy to be here.”

I watch as he opens grabs a chair and sits in front of the computer, logging in to pull up my medical chart. “Now, let’s see here, you’re here for anorgasmia I see.” I feel my cheeks flush at the clinical way he’d said it and he catches my blush as he glances up from the computer screen.

He gives me a comforting smile, “Don’t be embarrassed. A lot more women experience anorgasmia than people think, and it’s something that we can fix. I promise, there is nothing to be embarrassed about here.”

I give him a small smile back, the sincerity in his words soothing me.

“Now, I know you filled out a very long questionnaire already and I’ve already reviewed that so we’re going to get right to a physical exam to start.” He pushes away from the computer and stands up, walking over to where I’m sitting on the exam table.

“Can you take off your bra and underwear for me, please?” I nod, steeling my nerves before following his instructions. My nipples immediately harden into peaks at the cold air of the exam room and I feel so exposed with my entire body naked in front of him.

He unhooks stirrups from the bottom of the exam table and clicks them into place. “Prop your feet into there for me and spread your legs,” his voice is purely professional and I do what he asks. Placing my feet into the stirrups leaves me completely exposed and a small shiver goes through me as cold air brushes against my core.

“Now lean back and look up at the ceiling for me. We’re going to start with just a simple physical exam to make sure everything is normal anatomically. Then, we’ll move on to a few other tests for sensation and sensitivity. If at any point you have questions or concerns, don’t hesitate to tell me, okay?” He looks at me with care and I nod back, feeling comforted by his words and clear attentiveness.

He rolls his chair to between my propped-up legs and takes a seat, facing me. “My hands are a little cold but don’t worry, we’ll warm up in no time.” I let out a gasp when his indeed cold hands come to rest on my thighs. His fingers are gentle as he brushes against my center, his movements confident as he pokes and prods around.

I stay still as I feel him gently pull me apart, letting cold air rush against my core and clit. I bite back a gasp at the sensation. I feel him press against my clit, maneuvering my clit hood out of the way to reveal the bud. A swipe of his finger against my exposed bundle of nerves makes me jolt and I let out a sharp gasp this time.

“Sorry! How did that feel?” He asks, his voice apologetic.

I take a second to gather myself before answering. “It felt intense. Good but almost a little overwhelming.”

“Hm, that’s good,” he says, “That means you have a fair amount of clitoral sensitivity. We’ll do a more in-depth examination later but it’s a good sign.”

I hear the scrape of his chair against the floor and glance up to see his standing. “I’m going to grab some lubricant and we’ll do an internal exam next.” I nod and watch as he squirts a dollop of lube onto his fingers.

He settles himself back in between my legs and I shiver at the cold feeling of the lube. He’s purely professional as he spreads the lube over me and slowly works a single finger into me. I bite my lip to tamp down any sounds I want to make.

“I’m going to test your g-spot next,” he says and I feel his finger crook upwards inside of me, brushing against the spongy clump of nerves inside of me. The sensation shoots through me and I led out a slow breath.

“That’s it, you’re doing really well. Tell me if anything hurts, okay?” His fingers scissor inside of me and I let out a soft whimper. “Does that feel good?” His voice comes out in a lower register than before. “Come on, use your words. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me how it feels.”

I whimper again, “Mm yes, it feels good.”

“Good, so you have no problems with vaginal arousal and lubrication,” he says, his voice almost a purr now. “Don’t hold back, we want to make sure you’re giving your full reaction to everything that’s happening to help me understand what’s happening here.”

At his words, I let out another whimper, feeling the slow drag of his fingers against the sensitive walls of my pussy. He presses his fingers against my g-spot again and my back arches as pleasure shoots through me.

“Tell me, is this level of sensitivity and sensation reflective of how you normally feel during intercourse?” I take a second to catch my breath and think before I answer him.

“I think so, I’m usually pretty sensitive to sensation, it just never seems to culminate into an orgasm. A lot of times, I get too overstimulated to continue and I can’t cum.”

“Hm, I see,” his voice takes on a more contemplative tone. He pulls his fingers out of me, and I almost want to whimper at the loss.

“Well, I have a few theories but I’m going to do a more hands-on test to get a clearer answer of what we’re dealing with here. Lie back for me and relax.”

I lean my head back, staring up at the ceiling of the room and I feel him walk away for a second. He reappears at my side for a moment, and suddenly, I feel something encircle my wrist and hear a click. I jerk in surprise, glancing down to see that he’d cuffed me down to the table. My eyes meet his and smiles at me.

“Don’t worry, this is just to keep you still during the examination. The less movement there is from you, the easier it is for me to do my job. If at any point, you feel uncomfortable, tell me and we’ll stop, okay?” His words soothe the panic that rose up in my chest at the idea of being restrained and I give my consent. He smiles at me and makes quick work of clicking my other wrist into a cuff. Next, my ankles are strapped down to the stirrups and my thighs held apart by more cuffs. There’s even one that goes around my waist to keep my torso still.

“Good, how do you feel? Are any of the restraints hurting you?”

I shake my head in response, “No, I’m okay.”

He smiles at me again and I watch him open a drawer from across the exam room. “We’re going to introduce some equipment to help me get a better gauge of what we’re dealing with here.” My eyes widen as I watch him pull out several industrial looking sex toys.

“Let’s start with clitoral stimulation,” he says, setting down the toys except for one. He shows me the toy, it looks almost like an electric toothbrush with a wider body and a very thin head. “This is a very precise vibrator. Most commercial vibrators people tend to purchase have a much larger surface area, which can be very good for folks who are highly sensitive in all areas, but it doesn’t offer much precision in targeting specific parts of the clitoris. This one doesn’t have that problem since it has a much smaller head. Now this one is also pre-set to have 10 very well-calibrated intensity settings. Depending on your reaction to each setting, I can make better conclusions about your clitoral sensitivity. We’re going to go through the settings from low to high and I want you to continue to be vocal and tell me what you’re feeling, okay?”

I nod, “Okay, but what if I get too overstimulated?”

He gives me a comforting smile, “Just tell me and we’ll stop and re-evaluate if it happens.”

I nod again and he sits back down between my legs to get started.

I hear the toy click on, presumably at the first level based on the low, quiet buzzing sound its emitting. I gasp when I feel his fingers gently pull my pussy apart to reveal my clit, already erect and throbbing from his earlier treatment.

A moan escapes from my throat when I feel the toy make first contact. It feels so much more intense than any other toy I’ve ever had. The precision of the toy and the ease in which he handles it means that the vibrations are pressed right against my exposed clit, forcing the collection of raw nerves to submit to the sensations.

“How’s that?” He asks, his voice making me scramble to get ahold of myself to give a coherent response. “It feels so intense but in a good way.”

“Good, that’s good. Just relax and let yourself feel.” He murmurs, keeping the vibrator pressed tightly against me.

My eyes drift shut as I feel the sensation overtake me. The pleasure is forming a haze around my mind, every thought getting chased away by the feeling between my legs.

I hear his voice again, “I’m going to increase to the second setting. Just stay relaxed for me.”

I let out a whimper in response as the toy clicks up a level. The pleasure intensifies but there’s also a building sensation of raw overstimulation that is starting to arise. We’re nearing the point where I would normally stop and take a break but I don’t want to tell him that yet. I want to let him keep going, because maybe today is the day I finally get to cum.

I bite back a whine and clench my fists at my sides.

“Increasing to level 3 now.” He says, resting a hand on my thigh as his other one holds the toy firmly against me. The increase this time makes a cry rip out of me and my eyes fly open to meet his.

“Ah- it’s so much, I’m getting overstimulated.” I whimper out, my hands clenching and unclenching in an effort to control myself. He nods but doesn’t make any move to pull the toy away or decrease the setting.

“Try and tough it out for me for a bit more, I want to see if we can overcome the overstimulation.” He gives me a comforting smile and gently pats my thigh.

I take a deep breath and nod, letting my eyes drift shut.

“Increasing to level 4 now,” he says and the vibrator switches to a higher intensity before I can protest.

“Wait! Wait, please, just give me a moment, please!” I gasp out as the sensations shoot through me entire body. He shakes his head, “You’re doing great, just relax and let it happen.”

I whine as tears are gathering in my eyes. I’m walking the very thin line of pain and pleasure as the vibrator forces breathtaking feeling onto me while riding my nerves to the sharp edges of overstimulation. I hear his voice again and my heart drops when I register his words. “Increasing to level 5.”

A scream bursts out of me as all of the sensations compound and increase. It’s too much, I can’t do this. I can’t tell if I’m close to cumming, I just know that I’ve been absolutely thrown over my threshold for sensation and I can’t take anymore. I sob out my begs to my doctor.

“Please! No more, please stop! STOP! It’s too much! I can’t take it!” My body is shaking and I’m fighting with everything I have against the restraints but nothing gives. His hand on my thigh has turned into an iron grip, holding me down so I can’t even shift my hips to escape the relentlessly accurate vibrations.

“PLEASE! STOP!” I sob. There’s nothing to save me. He doesn’t listen, he might’ve said something to me but I’m too far gone to hear. All I know is the torturous pleasure dominating every single nerve of my body.

Beneath the horrible overstimulation, I feel a warm thread of something else. Something pulsing through my body, filling me with pure pleasure. I whimper as the feeling starts to build, my every muscle seeming to tighten in response to it.

There’s a knot building in my stomach, spreading throughout my body. Coupled with the overstimulation, I feel ravaged and decimated, every nerve pulled bare and shocked by the live wire of sensation that’s forced upon me. Before I can even begin to articulate it, I feel the vibrator kick up another setting and I scream as it shatters me.

I cum. For the first time in my life, I cum. My scream seems to shake the very foundation of the building we’re in as the pleasure, pain, and sensation flood my body, every cell of my body bursting with it. I can’t do anything except ride the relentless wave of pleasure, my entire body a slave to the whims of that horrible, terrible, delicious, mind-altering pleasure.

I slowly come down from the high of my first orgasm, gasps shaking my body as my mind struggles to reengage with reality. I blink tears out of my eyes, and I look up to see my doctor standing over me, holding the toy that he’s mercifully removed from my clit.

“Good job, sweet girl,” he purrs, running his hand up my thigh to cup my pussy gently. The soft motion is enough to make me whimper. “How did that feel, darling?” The terms of endearment make me pause but I’m too hazy to really digest it all.

I clear my throat and swallow, my voice raw from the screaming and begging. “I- It felt really good but it was so much,” I whisper, “I don’t know if I can do that again.”

He smirks and suddenly, I’m hit with a wave of uncertainty. There’s a glint in his eye that wasn’t there previously and it makes me nervous. Something about the way he is looking at me is so different now than earlier, with his cool professionalism and niceties. Now, I feel like a specimen under a microscope and he, the scientist who plans on dissecting me.

“I think, I think I need a break. Can we finish this appointment another time?” I murmur, pulling slightly at my restraints and looking at him.

He lets out a low laugh that makes my skin pebble with nerves. “Oh no, now that I know what the problem is, I can’t let you leave until we fix it. What kind of doctor would I be if I let my patients leave without being cured?”

I shake my head, “I don’t understand,” I whisper. “You made me cum, doesn’t that mean I’m cured?”

He smirks at me and he slides a finger into my pussy, making me gasp. “Not at all, we’ve proven that you indeed can orgasm, but there is still much to be examined in terms of the extent of your orgasms. Plus, we have several more levels of this vibrator to get through and we haven’t even begun to work on your pussy and g-spot yet.”

My eyes widen at his words and the curling feeling of fear truly takes root inside of me. “Wait no, please, I don’t want to continue with any of that anymore. Please, just let me go!”

The look on his face is one of glee as he sees my terror become apparent. “Now now, you don’t want to leave against my medical advice, do you? Plus, darling, you consented to following through with my professional recommendations when you signed up to be a patient. There’s no backing out of this now. And especially when I know how sensitive of a whore you are, darling.” He chuckles.

I whimper, “Please, no, I don’t want this.”

He bends down to lean in close to me. “Well, I don’t give a shit about what you want. You are the most unique case of sensitivity I’ve ever seen, and I plan to take full advantage of that while I have you here. So be a good girl for me and enjoy this.” He presses his lips to the side of my neck and the feeling makes me tremble.

He ignores the rest of my protests and goes back to sitting between my legs. I watch in fear as he holds up the vibrator and clicks it on. “We stopped at level 6 last time, that’s where we’ll resume. And scream all you want, sweet girl, these walls are soundproof and won’t let a speck of sound through.”

I do indeed scream when he presses the vibrator against me again.

This time, there’s no build up of pleasure or stimulation. It all slams into me all at once and I writhe against my restraints as everything overwhelms me. I vaguely hear a low laugh permeate the space around me but I can’t focus enough to pick out any other noise amidst my own sobs.

My doctor stops giving me any verbal cues, not that I’m coherent enough to even understand at this point. All I know is the punishing vibrator held against my clit, ravaging my body and turning me inside out. The claws of pleasure are embedded deep into my psyche and my body is at its complete whim.

I have no idea how much time has passed or whether I even stayed conscious for the entire duration of the torture but eventually, I realize that he’s stopped. The vibrator is off but my body was still shaking from phantom sensations, every inhale of air a sharp stab, and every sob a reminder of how broken I am.

Slowly, I register the sound of his low laugh. I whimper as I blink away my tears to look at him. “You, my sweet girl, are truly remarkable. I don’t think you realize since you were so out of it, but we were at the highest setting for the past ten minutes and you didn’t even cum once. I’ve never come across someone so fucking sensitive and yet so resistant to orgasm. It’s incredible because you don’t seem to become desensitized either.”

I whimper and my voice cracks when I speak. “Please, please, just let me go. I can’t handle any more. I won’t tell anyone about this, please just stop doing this.”

He smiles at me and for a brief moment, I see the professional, nice, kind, good doctor from earlier. But all my hope is washed away when I feel his fingers press against my core again.

“I can’t do that, darling. We still have your precious pussy left to work on,” his voice is filled with excitement and it makes me want to cry because I know what is coming next and I’m not sure I will survive.

I watch him exchange the vibrator for a huge dildo. He smirks and presses a button on the underside of it and the entire thing begins to vibrate. “I think we can go ahead and skip to the higher settings here.”

Tears fill my eyes and I shake my head at him as pleas fall from my lips. He ignores me as he lines the dildo up with my core. I tremble as the vibrations make me shudder without the toy even breaching me yet.

He catches my eye and I watch as he gives me a wink and proceeds to slam the dildo home inside of me. I arch my back and let out a devastated cry. The toy fills me to the brim, the vibrations ravaging my sensitive walls and my g-spot in a way that makes my eyes roll back.

I’m sobbing and shaking as he drives the dildo in and out of my pussy. Every movement against my overstimulated walls tortures me. The pleasure digs its claws into me and drags me back into its embrace. My entire being submits and I feel my mind’s grasp on my sanity loosen as every single facet of my existence narrows to pleasure.

Each thrust seems to make my sensitivity grow, every single muscle in my body aching and begging for relief. I feel his hand clamp down on my thigh as the other continues to work the dildo inside of me. I want to rip myself out of my body to make this torture end but there’s nothing I can do. Every push and pull shoves my body higher and higher to a peak that I can never seem to reach. There’s no culminating release of pleasure to make this all better, no soft wash of an orgasm to soothe every jagged nerve. There’s only him and the torturous pleasure he imparts onto my very soul.

An unfathomable amount of time later, I feel him finally turn off the toy and pull it out of me. I barely register the lewd sound of my cunt clenching around the toy, my pussy still weeping with arousal even after the devastation he brought upon me.

“Please,” I whimper. “Please, are we done? Please, I can’t take anymore, please let me go.”

He brushes my hair off my forehead and he smirks at me. “Oh, sweet girl, I can’t let you go now. I’m going to be keeping you as my perfect little toy. There are still so many other things I want to try on you. I’m going to push every single limit you have until you break for me.” A soft whine escapes from me and I know there is nothing I can do to convince him otherwise. My head lolls from exhaustion and I feel my grasp on consciousness start to loosen.

The last thing I hear is his voice. “Sleep, sweet girl, I’ve got you.”

[ar1anarunpop]

Technical Mastermind

Note: This is a fun little dual-POV story I put together, honestly mostly just self-indulgent fluff and a sprinkle of spice but hope y'all enjoy!

I look up from my computer when I hear a knock at my office door. My coworker pokes her head in and smiles at me, “Hey! The new tech guy’s first day is today, come meet him!” Her voice drops to a theatrical whisper, “He’s cute too!”

I let out a soft laugh and glance down at my screen for a second. “I’ll be right out, just gonna finish up this email.” She nods and gives me a wink before disappearing from my doorway.

I follow her out a few moments later, following the sound of excited chattering to the break room. All my coworkers are gathered there, along with a man who I presume to be the new tech guy. Who is indeed cute.

I walk up and introduce myself with a smile. “Hey! I’m part of the analytics team, it’s really nice to meet you!”

He smiles back at me and for a second I’m stunned by the dimples and warmth in his face. He is very cute. “It’s nice to meet you too. I’m here for all your tech needs if anything comes up,” his voice is smooth and it sends a shiver down my spine that I try to repress. Now is not the time to get the hots for my brand-new coworker.

He sticks his hand out for me to shake and I slide mine into it. His fingers grip mine firmly, the warmth in his hand making me want to melt into him.

I let out a soft laugh, “Sorry, my hands are always freezing, my office is so cold for some reason.” He chuckles and lets my hand go, “No need to apologize." I catch a whiff of his cologne and it makes me melt a little more, he smells delectable.

Before I can respond, I hear someone call his name and we both turn to see our manager come over, asking for his help with a software integration. I smile at them both, “Well, that’s my cue, I’ll let you get to doing your job. It was lovely to meet you.” I step away and give a little wave before I walk over to the espresso machine to make myself an afternoon pick-me-up.

My coworker sidles up next to me, “I told you he’s cute!” I laugh and glance back over at the new tech guy, taking in his tall, fit form, the cross of his arms making his biceps bulge while he nods along to whatever our manager was saying.

“And you were not wrong,” I say back to her, grabbing my finished coffee and adding cream and sugar.

She leans in with a devious look on her face, “You guys would make a really cute couple.” I almost choke on my sip of coffee and I shoot her a playful glare. “I literally just met the man! I don’t know anything about him. AND we work together.”

She shrugs, “None of those things sound like deal breakers.” I let out a laugh and glance back at him. We would make a cute couple but I am not about to open that can of worms, especially not with a guy I met five minutes ago who made no indication of being interested in me.

I spend the next few minutes chatting with my coworker before heading back to my office to finish up my work. I feel eyes tracking me as I reach the door of the break room and I turn to see the new guy looking at me. Our eyes meet and he flashes me another smile, dimples on full display. I smile back and slip out of the room, walking back to my office with a little extra pep in my step.

—

Today, I met the woman I’m going to marry. She doesn’t know it yet but that’s okay, she’ll learn soon enough. My first day on the job could not have gone better. I was meeting all of my coworkers when she walked in, wearing that gorgeous skirt showing off her sexy legs and a pink blouse that made her creamy skin look so delicious.

I saw the way she shivered at the sound of my voice, the way her eyes glazed over a little when our hands touched. She’s perfect and her body wants mine and soon her mind will too. I couldn’t get her out of my head, not even when my new boss was talking me through some new software update the firm is undergoing. Lucky for me, I’m damn good at my job and could do it with just a fraction of my attention.

I kept most of my gaze on her while she giggled with her coworker, the sound of her laugh making me determined to be the one to make her make that noise next time. She caught me staring right as she was leaving but the smile she sent my way and the glow on her face was all I needed to be sure that she wanted me just as much as I wanted her.

By the end of the workday, I’d already pulled every single file about her from the company database. After that it was easy enough to hack into the company’s security cameras to get me access to the feed of her office so I could keep eyes on her during the day. It was even easier to hack into her accounts to see her emails, calendars, and everything else my girl had on her work computer.

By the time I got home, I’d already come up with a plan to get access to her personal computer and phone. In the next few days, I’ll pay her home a visit while she’s in the office to set up my own cameras and make a copy of her keys. She’s mine and I plan on taking very good care of her.

—

The next morning, I step into my office and log onto my computer only for the entire thing to crash. “What the fuck?” I groan softly, this has never happened before and the timing is terrible because I’m supposed to be on a meeting in 30 minutes. I grumble with annoyance before I trudge out of my office, hoping to find the new tech guy and praying that he’s here this morning and knows how to fix my stupid computer.

His office door is open and I see him sat in front of his computer, typing away. I linger for a moment outside his door, the yummy scent of his cologne wafting out of his office towards me. I knock softly against his door frame and flash him a sheepish smile when he looks up. “I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?”

He flashes those dimples at me again and shakes his head. “Not at all, what can I do for you?” I bite my lip and sigh before responding.

“I think I broke my computer.”

He stares at me. Oh my god, he thinks I’m an idiot.

“I mean, I don’t know, I logged in and then it crashed and now it’s on the blue screen of death and I have a meeting in 30 minutes and I can’t access anything.” I blurt out my words and want to dissolve into a puddle because now the hot tech guy definitely thinks I’m incompetent.

“Let me see if I can fix it,” he says, not missing a beat and he stands from behind his desk. Fuck, he’s so tall, I could climb him like a tree. I give myself a mental slap and smile brightly at him, praying my face isn’t beet red.

He gestures to the door and we walk out together. “Thank you so much, I’m sorry for being a bother, I promise I’m usually not this technologically inept.”

He laughs very gracefully at my bumbling, “You’re not a bother at all. Plus, this is what the company pays me for, so thank you for keeping me employed.” I giggle at that. So he’s hot and funny.

We enter my office and I let him sit at my desk to tinker with the computer. I stand behind him, discreetly taking in deep breaths of his smell while staring blankly at the screen as he opens some kind of code sequence and enters a bunch of letters and numbers before giving a contemplative hum.

“Good news is I know what’s wrong. Bad news is it’s gonna take a bit for me to fix it up. But, I can remote access into your account from my computer and you can take your meeting in my office so you don’t run behind.” He turns to look at me.

“Oh my god, yes, that would be perfect. Thank you so so much!” Thank you tech gods for gracing me with this savior of a man. I beam at him and he shows me his pretty dimples again.

“Here, let’s get you set up on my computer first and I’ll come back to deal with yours.”

20 minutes later, I’m sat in his very comfy chair, breathing in more of his yummy scent, in his very nice and warm office that is far better than my freezing one, logging onto my meeting from his computer.

—

She’s so fucking adorable when she needs help. I could barely contain my excitement this morning while I waited for her to come into the office and inevitably find me to solve her newly manifested computer problem. And I made her laugh, the sound spilling from her lips so sweetly.

Now, I’m in her office while she’s preoccupied for at least another hour in that meeting. My girl is so trusting too because she left her phone, her personal laptop, and her purse all in her office without a second thought. This is too easy.

It takes me no time at all to plant a bug into her phone that mirrors it onto my own and a similar tweak of her laptop’s code gives me remote access whenever I want. I slip into her purse and grab her keys, stepping out of the office to go down the street to the hardware store to make a quick copy of her house key and her car key. I make one last stop at her car, sliding a tracker under the hood before heading back into the office.

A glance at her calendar tells me she’s still got 30 minutes left in her meeting. I easily delete the bug I’d planted in her work computer to create this glitch in the first place and restore it to its functioning form before leaving her office, putting everything back in its place.

I stop by the break room and make two cups of coffee. One black for me and another with cream and sugar, exactly the way I’d watch her make it yesterday afternoon. I slip into my office quietly, smiling at her when her eyes meet mine. I slide the cup of coffee to her and her eyes widen and she mouths a thank you at me.

I smile and shake my head before slipping back out of my office to let her finish her meeting. My chest feels warm when I step out. It feels really fucking good to take care of my girl, and I hope she sees how good of a provider I would be for her. How she’d never want for anything ever again and I can’t wait to make her mine.

—

I’m giddy for the rest of my meeting after he’d dropped off a cup of coffee for me, made exactly how I like it. This man is the stuff of dreams, I swear. My meeting wraps up and I finish off my caffeine before I get up to look for him.

He’s in my office, back facing the doorway, tinkering with the thermostat on the wall. I knock softly and he spins around to look at me, holding a screwdriver as he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.

“You mentioned your office being cold. I think I fixed it,” he flashes me a smile. My mouth forms an O as I stare at him in amazement. If we weren’t coworkers and literally met yesterday, I would totally get down on my knees and suck his cock right here, right now. Where has this man been all my life?

“I- thank you so much, you didn’t have to do that at all. And thank you for the coffee, it was perfect, and for letting me use your office, and for fixing my computer,” I’m rambling now but I can’t stop. Seeing his dimples again makes me finally stop talking and I give him a shy smile.

“No problem at all, everything’s all sorted. Your computer is all set and it shouldn’t give you an problems anymore.” His words almost make me sad, maybe I should figure out how to fuck up my stuff again just so he can come and fix it for me.

“Thank you again, really. You’re a life saver.”

“Of course, let me know if you need anything, you know where to find me.” He tips an imaginary hat at me and I giggle as he walks out. Yum, my office now smells a little bit like him.

I spend the rest of my day half-heartedly focusing on work while my thoughts keep drifting back to that dimpled hunk of a man who seems so perfect.

—

I spend the rest of my day sorting through all the new information I’ve gathered on my girl and doing just enough work to make it seem like I’m a model employee. Her phone gives me an unfiltered glimpse into her life and I’ve discovered enough about her to know with certainty that she is fucking perfect.

I also find that she spent several minutes last night googling me and stalking my few social media profiles. It makes me smile to know that my girl is interested in me too. I’m looking through her other apps when I see a text come in. It’s from one of our coworkers, asking if she’s going out for the weekly office happy hour tonight. She responds quickly with an affirmative. And then she sends a follow-up message: “I’m gonna invite the tech guy too!”

Our coworker agrees and my chest feels warm again, clearly, my girl is thinking about me too.

I hear her footsteps come down the hall to my office and I quickly click out of my incriminating files before she knocks on my office door and pokes her head in.

“Hi, do you want to come out for drinks with the rest of the office tonight? It’s just a causal, weekly happy hour, no pressure!” Her eyes are alight with hope and excitement and it makes me want to grab her and kiss her. I restrain myself and instead send her a smile and agree. Her whole face lights up and I have to grip the armrest of my chair to keep myself in place. She says she’ll send me the details and walks off, her perfect ass swaying as she retreats down the hall.

—

I’m bouncing on my heels a little as I stand with a few other coworkers at the bar down the street from the office. My gaze keeps lingering on the door, trying to get a glimpse of the man I’m waiting for. Someone next to me makes a joke about something and I laugh with the rest of the group, too distracted to contribute anything of substance.

Suddenly, I feel a warm hand against my back and I smell his cologne. I turn around to face him and smile. His hand leaves my back and I want to complain but hold it in. He smiles at me and greets the rest of the group.

“I’ll go get us some drinks,” he says. Someone makes a request for beers and everyone else calls out their agreements. I don’t bother to say that I’d prefer something else, I’ll just grab something later after this round.

He steps away and comes back a few minutes later with our drinks, placing a pitcher of beer on the table with empty glasses. Then, he comes back again with a different drink in his hand. “This one’s for you,” he says, handing it to me.

I stare at him in shock. How did he know I don’t drink beer? And how could he possibly know my favorite drink is an espresso martini?

He smiles at me, “I asked them to make it decaf so it doesn’t keep you up.”

I think I swoon. I know for a fact my panties are drenched right now. “I- Thank you so much, how did you know?”

He flashes me that fucking smile again and my pussy clenches. “I’ve seen how much coffee you drink, so I took a wild guess.”

I beam at him and take a sip, letting out a happy sigh at how good it tastes. I get distracted by a coworker asking me a question and my attention gets pulled into an animated conversation.

—

She’s so pretty like this, face flushed from the alcohol and laughter. I’m standing close to her but not close enough. I want to sling my arm around her shoulders and pull her towards me so she can lean on me. I want to trail my fingers up and down her back and draw absentminded circles over her skin while we talk. There’s so much I want to fucking do but I can’t yet, I have to wait.

I’m caught in some conversation with a few guys from the office about a new client the firm is taking on. I check my watch and decide I’ve spent enough time here and I’d much rather head home and do some more research on my girl.

“I’m gonna call it a night, I’ve got an early morning tomorrow,” I say, giving a wave to the rest of the group. I see her perk up at my words, “I’m gonna head out too! See you guys tomorrow!”

I knew she’d take her leave when I brought it up. My girl’s got an early morning workout class tomorrow. I know that from her calendar and because it is the perfect time for me to slip into her home and install my cameras.

We walk towards the exit together and head back towards the office.

“Did you drive today?” I ask, already know the answer is no because it’s Thursday and she always takes the train just in case she goes to happy hour and drinks. Because my girl is responsible. She shakes her head, “No, I took the train but I think I’ll just grab an Uber home.”

I shake my head, “Let me drive you home, I didn’t drink tonight anyway.”

“No, I can’t ask you to do that! I’m sure you have things to do!” She says, looking at me with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

“Not at all, it’s no problem, let me take you home. Where do you live?” As if I really need her to answer that, I already know her address.

“I feel like you’re always doing favors for me and we’ve only just met,” she laughs and gives me her address. “Thank you so much,” she says, glancing up at me shyly.

I smile, “It’s not a problem.”

I’m a perfect gentleman when I drive her home, our conversation never lulling during the ride. The drink she’s had tonight has made her extra liberal with her laughter and I love it. I drop her off at her place and bid her goodnight.

—

The next morning, I track her location as she goes to her workout class, leaving her apartment empty. It’s so easy for me to slip into her apartment using my copy of her key.

I take my time, looking through her belongings, seeing the decoration of the space, noting what her pantry staples are, what her favorite brands of skincare are. And of course, I go poking around in her bedside table where I find a plethora of different sex toys my horny girl has. The thought of using any one of them on her makes my dick strain in my pants and I almost get sidetracked before I remember my purpose for being here today.

I hook up several tiny cameras, concealing them around her apartment so that, to an untrained eye, nothing would seem out of place. The cameras give me live video and audio feed and I take a moment to double check that the connection is secure before I take one last glimpse around her apartment and take my leave.

I get back to my car parked a few blocks down and pull up the live feed on my phone just in time to see her come home from her workout class. The clarity of the cameras is exquisite, capturing every angle of her. I groan as I watch her strip out of her workout outfit, her perfect perky tits spilling out of her sports bra and her tight ass on display.

I slide lower into my seat, my gaze fixed on her as she steps into the shower. I can’t stop myself from sliding a hand into my pants, palming my cock, the friction making me hiss. She soaps up her body teasingly, putting on a show almost like she knows I’m watching.

Fuck, she’s perfect. I groan as I stroke my cock with intention, the pent up desire burning through my veins. I want to be there with her in that shower, I want to run my fingers through her hair, to rub soap up and down her body, tease her and make her feel so fucking good.

I don’t last very long, it’s almost a little embarrassing how fast I cum, watching her shower. I clean myself off and head to the office, where I spend every single moment daydreaming about her gorgeous body and trying not to rush into her office and ravish her against her desk.

—

It’s the evening now, and I’m watching her settle in for bed, the several different cameras giving me every possible angle of her gorgeous form as she crawls into bed. I watch her grab her phone as she snuggles down into her covers and I pull up my mirrored copy of her device to see what she’s looking at.

It starts with cat videos and random TikToks and then I watch as she switches to a different app. Tumblr. My eyebrows raise when I see what she types into the search bar: rape fantasy. I watch her scroll through pictures, videos, text posts, watching as she starts to get hot and bothered. It looks like my pretty girl has a dark side.

I watch as she kicks the covers off her body and she slides a hand down into her pajama bottoms. I see her bit her lip as her hand starts to move beneath her clothes. She’s reading something absolutely filthy and the cameras in her room are picking up on her soft whimpers as she plays with herself.

Fuck, I fumble with my belt and undo my pants enough to pull my rock hard cock out. I let out a low groan as I fist the base of my cock, my breath harsh as dark tendrils of pleasure rush through my body. I keep an eye on the cameras, watching as she writhes on the bed, her pretty moans and cries going straight to my head as the pleasure builds inside of me.

I hear her whines pick up and I know she’s close to cumming. And then, I hear it over the camera. She whimpers out a name. My name. It’s enough to send me over the edge and I curse as I cum all over my hand, my vision going white for a moment before it clears just in time for me to see her ride out the waves of her own orgasm, still whimpering my fucking name.

My breathing is harsh as I sit back in my chair, watching as she comes down from her high and puts her phone away to curl up and drift off to sleep. I groan as I bask in the warm pleasure. I’m going to make all her little fantasies come to life and she’s going to keep moaning my name like my fucking slut.

—

I’ve waited long enough and I can’t wait any longer. Every single fucking day, I see her pretty smile and hear her intoxicating laugh at the office and every night, I stroke my cock to the sound of her whimpers while she plays with her dripping little pussy. I know she’s perfect for me. I know she wants me because every time I see her, I see her pupils dilate and her eyes glaze over when I stand too close.

It’s time for me to make her mine. I wait for her to go to bed after she rubs her sensitive little clit and cum all over her fingers. I’m going to give her the best orgasm of her life tonight and she’s never going to have to rely on herself to make that pretty pussy feel good because I’ll do it for her gladly.

I slip into her apartment when I know she’s asleep and I creep into her room. She’s so fucking pretty, laid on her bed, wearing those shorts that show off her ass and a tank top that barely covers her tits. I’m going to fuck her and make her mine.

I strip out of my clothes and slide into the bed with her. I pin her underneath my body and use one hand to hold both her wrists above her head and another to cover her mouth. I watch as she jerks awake, her eyes wide with fear as she whines into my hand.

“Shh, shh, it’s me, don’t be scared, darling. I’ve got you,” I purr into her ear and grind myself against her body, my hard cock pressing against her softness. I watch as her wide eyes take me in and I see that fear slowly transition into arousal. I laugh and dip my head and lick her jawline and kiss her neck.

She whimpers into my hand again. “Such a good girl for me, you’ve been teasing me at work, flaunting your pretty little body, looking at me with your fuck me eyes, did you think I wouldn’t do anything about it?” I growl into her ear.

I kiss her jaw softly, “I’m going to let your hands go but be a good girl for me and keep them above your head.” I slide my hand down her body and I pull the neckline of her top down so her pretty tits bounce free.

She’s such an obedient girl as she keeps her hands still for me. I keep my hand over her mouth and lean down to capture a straining nipple in my mouth while my free hand goes to pinch at the other. I hear her muffled moan behind my hand and I groan in response. “Fuck, you taste so good.

I let her nipple go and trail my hand down her body, pulling her shorts and panties down to reveal her dripping cunt. “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet, all for me, isn’t that right?”

I loosen my hand so she can speak and she whimpers and nods. That’s not good enough, I land a hard slap against her cunt and she lets out a short scream. “Answer me, are you wet for me, darling?”

“Yes! Yes! I’m so fucking wet for you, please!” Her voice is breathless and I reward her with a soft stroke of her hard clit that makes her whine.

I slide a finger inside of her warmth and she arches her back. “Oh fuck, please, that feels so good.” She sounds so fucking good like this.

I pull out my finger and smirk at her when I hear her whimper is desperation. I reach up and press my finger, wet with her pussy, against her mouth. “Open up,” I purr and watch as she obeys to take my finger into her mouth.

“Good girl,” I murmur, sliding a second finger into her mouth and pushing in deep, the sound of her choked gag making my cock stiffen even more. “That’s it, take it like a good girl.”

I use my other hand to rub at her clit while I make her choke on my fingers. “You like this, don’t you? You like gagging on my fingers like a fucking whore, huh? You like me rubbing your clit like this? Are you going to cum?” I growl, feeling her pussy clench and her little clit pulse at my words.

Her mouth is too preoccupied to speak but I can tell by the way she’s writhing that she’s close because it’s the same way her body shakes every time she cums while I watch on the camera. I keep up the attention on her clit and press my fingers to the back of her throat. I feel her shatter in my hands, her cry of pleasure muffled by my fingers and her pretty pussy falling apart for me as she cums.

I let her ride out her pleasure before I pull my fingers out of her mouth and capture her mouth in a bruising kiss. When I pull away, she’s whining and begging, “Please, please, fuck me, please, I want your cock.”

I laugh, “Such a cum drunk little slut, huh? I give you one orgasm and now you’re begging for my cock? Fuck, you’re perfect.”

Her blown out pupils meet mine and I know that in that moment, I’m hers forever. I would do anything and everything for her and right now, I’m going to fuck her until she breaks around my cock.

I lean down and kiss her harshly, lining my cock up with her weeping cunt. “Scream for me,” I groan as I slam my cock home inside of her. She does exactly what I tell her to do, she screams. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, darling,” I set a punishing pace with my hips, every single thrust slamming her into the bed.

Her pussy grips me like a vice and I can feel every shudder and shiver of her body as she gives in to the pleasure. I brace one hand against the bed and the other goes to wrap around her throat, choking her just enough to make her lightheaded.

Her cries echo in the space around us, every single sob leaving her lips urging me on. Her face is flushed as her body gives in to the pleasure I’m forcing onto her. I watch as her eyes flutter closed and her pussy starts to milk me rhythmically and I know she’s close. She lets out a broken whine and I speed up my hips, every thrust rubbing against her pulsing walls.

“Come on, cum for me, pretty girl. That’s it, feel good for me, FUCK!” I feel her cum around me, the shuddering of her cunt pushing me over the edge as she screams my name. I groan as I bury my face into her neck, panting harshly as I try to regain control of my body. I pull myself off of her, the slide of my cock out of her tight cunt making both of us gasp, and I collapse next to her on the bed.

She rolls over and presses herself against me, looking up at me with her pretty eyes.

—

“You know you could’ve just asked me out, I would’ve said yes,” I tease, running a hand up and down his chest.

He laughs as he wraps an arm around me and pulls me close, “I know but this way is more fun, don’t you agree?” I smile and nod.

I snuggle into his arms, “I wanna watch the video of this.” I feel his entire body go rigid. “What?” He asks, his voice hesitant and tinged with disbelief.

I giggle, “You know, the footage from all the cameras you installed in here.”

I didn’t think he could be more still but he does. “What are you talking about?” His voice is low and panicked.

I look up at his face and giggle at his dumbfounded expression. “What, you think I didn’t know you came in here and put cameras everywhere?” I lean up and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Don’t be embarrassed, I think it’s fucking hot,” I say.

He blinks at me. “How- how did you know?”

I bury my nose into his chest and take a deep breath. “Your cologne. I knew as soon as I came back from my workout class that morning that you’d been in my apartment. And it’s not hard to notice all the cameras, you’re slick but not that slick.” I tease him gently.

He lets out a breath and gives me a low chuckle. “Fuck, you’re too smart for your own good,” he laughs. I giggle, “I also know you planted that bug on my computer that day. And you mirrored my phone.”

He shakes his head and laughs disbelievingly. “How did you figure those out? You can’t smell cologne through a phone, can you?”

I smile, “No but I can reverse engineer your code.” He blinks back at me. “I double-majored in computer science in college, I know my stuff,” I beam at him.

He presses his lips against my forehead. “Is there anything you don’t know?”

I shake my head.

“Fuck, you are absolutely fucking perfect for me. I love you, my little mastermind.”

I giggle, “I love you too, tech guy.”