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about to beat tf out my kitty

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My Boyfriend Brings a Friend

I called up my boyfriend. Well, he’s more of a friend with benefits. I call him when I need to get laid... and I needed to get laid.

He knows when I call to head right over, and he did. He lives about 15 minutes away, of course. He’s from a slightly different part of town. But that’s not what I care about. I care about his big black cock that knows how to fuck me so good.

I was naked when I heard a knock on the door. I’m not for wasting time. I just needed to get laid, and there’s something so sexy about my pale skin against his dark skin. I don’t know if it’s that, or just the size of his cock that makes me cum so easily.

I opened the door while standing behind it. I didn’t want the neighbors to see what a slut that I am. They might tell my husband after all, and that would put an end to these little trysts.

I pulled him around the corner and kissed him. “I love coming over here and finding you naked and ready to fuck,” he said as he fingered my pussy. “You’re so fucking wet. Ready to be my little bitch.”

“Just fuck me already,” I begged of him.

“Damn,” I heard a new voice say. As the door closed, I saw another person standing there.

Ty kept fingering me as I tried to get away and cover up, but he held me in place.

“Jay was over when you called. He wanted to know why I had to leave so quickly, and I told him my white bitch needs fucking. So he offered to help.”

“I called for you,” I stammered.

“And now you got two. Think of it as double the fun. I mean, you like cock, don’t you bitch?”

“Yeah,” I said, resigned myself to my fate.

“And you don’t want your sweet, rich, hubby finding out... do you?”

He turned to his friend. “Show her what you can fuck her with, Jay.”

Jay pulled his pants down and showed me his semi-hard cock.

“Fuck.” It was my only response.

“That’s the idea bitch, now let’s get to it. You don’t want hubby coming home while you’re fucking two black dudes, do ya?”

I walked over to the sofa, knowing they were both watching my pale ass shake.

“Bitch is fine,” I heard Jay say.

“Wait till you have her suck your cock.”

Jay was naked first, and I went to sucking that black snake of his, getting it nice and hard.

Ty brought me his, and I alternated, sucking and stroking until Ty picked me up and placed me on his lap. I slid down his pole and rocked my hips, fucking that beast that I was impaled upon.

Jay walked over, and I got a second cock, this one for my mouth.

“My bitch likes big cock, doesn’t she?”

I was too busy moaning to answer. The guys just laughed and high fived each other. It was some sort of fucking game to them, tag teaming me like this.

Jay pulled me off of Ty, and then he fucked my pussy. I think he was even bigger, if that was possible. He wrapped his big ol’ hand around my throat. He was letting me know he was in charge. I creamed a little when he did. It was such a fuckin’ turn on.

Ty wanted me back, but this time, he lined his cock up with my ass. I never felt ready for him when he fucked my ass. He was so big.

I gasp and moaned with each inch of it sliding inside of me. I begged for him to be gentle, but he never was. He spanked my ass as he started to thrust up inside of me.

Jay brought me his cock to suck on some more. I tasted my pussy all over his shaft as he had rammed it deep inside of me. They loved treating me like their fucking slut, and making me cum like a bitch in heat. And they weren’t shy about telling me.

“This bitch loves two cocks.”

“You should get her more,” Jay said.

“You’d like that bitch. Wouldn’t you?”

My mouth was full. I couldn’t speak, but I would. I’d take a dozen if he could give them to me.

Jay pulled out of my mouth.

“More,” I begged.

They laughed at me. I wasn’t thinking. I only cared about getting fucked.

“Gladly,” he said, slamming into my pussy.

“FUCK!”

I felt so fucking full. I was stretched at both ends. I screamed as I came.

“Bitch needs another cock in her mouth to shut her up,” he said as he grabbed my face and stared into my eyes as I came all over his cock.

“Her pussy feels so good.”

“If you think her pussy’s good. You need to try her ass next time. Bitch loves it in her tight white ass.”

He was taunting me. He knew it. I knew it. And it made me cum even louder, now for the third time with the two of them.

“Bitch ready for my cum?” Ty asked me.

“Yes.” I was breathing hard. I could barely speak. I could only get out one-syllable words at this point.

They both pulled out of me and forced me to my knees in front of them.

“Play with yourself, you little slut.”

I did as I was told, playing with my clit, trying to force another orgasm. I just needed cum. Theirs and mine.

“Get ready for it,” Ty warned me as he released his load. His cum covered my face.

“Your face looks good painted like that.”

I just moaned in agreement.

“If she looks that good with two loads, imagine more?”

Ty looked at me. He put his hand under my chin forcing me to look up at him. I was still rubbing my clit, close to cumming again.

“Do you want that bitch? Do you want me to bring more cocks?”

I wasn’t sure. But I came at the thought of it.

The guys laughed.

“We should get out of here before her old man gets here,” Ty said.

They left me naked and covered in cum. They laughed at me and my husband as I heard the door to the office open.

It was my husband.

“Did you have fun?”

I nodded my head.

He looked at me. “Looks like they made a mess. But I think its my turn to fuck you... and I don’t feel like giving you time to clean up,” he said jerking me by the hand to go back to our bedroom.

He pushed me onto the bed and quickly mounted me.

“They think that I don’t know. If they knew how much I loved watching you getting fucked.”

I came as my husband fucked me.

“I bet it would blow their mind to know I met you when me and six of my frat brothers were all taking turns on you.”

I laughed. “That was fun. I want that again.”

My husband emptied his balls deep in my pussy. It felt so good. I looked down at him. He wasn’t as pale as me, but his cock was even bigger than those guys. I used them to loosen me up to handle him sometimes.

“You want that again? Call him up. See how many guys he can invite over sweetie?”

He handed me my dildo, which I pushed into my pussy. He watched as I fucked myself while calling Ty. “Can you really get a bunch of guys for me?”

“Shit. You want that gang bang, don’t you bitch?”

“I can’t stop thinking about it,” I said, breathing heavily.

“What ch’a doing now, bitch?”

“Playing with myself. The thought of four of five black cocks fucking me...”

“Girl, you want it bad. I’ll see what I can do.”

“Next time I call, give me a time.” I looked at my husband. “My husband has a work trip coming up. Maybe you and your friends can go all night. I know I can if you can,” I teased them.

They thought they were using me, but I was using them for sure.

I laughed as I hung up the phone. I went to the bathroom to shower. My husband stopped me, bending me over. I braced against the counter as he fucked me again.

I love my husband and he fucks me non-stop, but he also knows how much of a nympho I am, and how I’ll gladly fuck Ty and all his friends if I can. That’s what makes it work for us.

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🜼 ⋆ as if the car ride wasn’t filthy enough, freak choso’s now got his fingers buried deep in you with the whole friend group just feet away.

you can feel the fire on your face, warm and flickering, but all the heat’s behind you.

not from the campfire—the one everyone’s gathered around, cross-legged on woven mats and camp chairs, passing around cheap wine in tin mugs, laughing too loud at inside jokes that barely land. the heat you’re feeling is the kind that pulses at your core, spreads up your spine, and makes your thighs twitch just to keep still.

because choso’s behind you, thighs spread wide, legs caging you in like a trap—and he’s got his hand buried under the hem of your sweatshorts. fingers inside your panties. slow. deep. moving like he’s got all night and no shame.

you’re sitting in his lap like it’s innocent. like you’re cold and he’s being generous. but your face is too flushed for that, and your breath’s too shallow, and choso’s mouth is right at your ear when he speaks.

“breathe through it,” he whispers, and his voice is thick, almost drunk-sounding. not on alcohol—on you. “don’t let your legs close, sweetheart. let me feel all of it.”

you suck in a shaky breath, pretending to sip from your cup as you nod along to something someone said. you can barely hear them now. it’s all distant, muffled by the thump of your heartbeat in your ears. because choso’s fingers are slow and deep—hooking up every time he pushes back inside, hitting that sweet spot with the kind of precision that says this isn’t his first time making you struggle to stay silent.

he’s not trying to make you come. not yet. this is about control. about power. about watching you twitch in his lap while he presses his middle and ring fingers deep and curls them just so, dragging against your walls, slick sounds muted only by the crackle of the fire and the chatter around you.

you try to shift, but his free hand wraps around your thigh, holding you down—thumb pressing into your inner thigh, skin-to-skin, reminding you exactly who’s in charge.

“don’t squirm,” he says, soft but firm. “you’ll make a mess on the seat.”

his raspy voice makes your pussy clench, hard.

he feels it. laughs under his breath. his lips drag over your ear, breath hot, voice dipping lower.

“god, you’re soaking for me,” he murmurs, almost reverent. “this little pussy loves the risk, huh? you wanna get caught?”

you shake your head, chest rising too fast—but your cunt tells a different story. you’re dripping, panties plastered to your folds, his fingers pumping into you slow but firm, just enough pressure to make your stomach tense, your thighs start to shake.

and he knows. he fucking knows.

you try to breathe evenly, try to pretend like the stretch of his fingers doesn’t make your walls flutter, like you’re not aching for more, like you’re not already clenching every time he says good girl under his breath.

“if i spread these fingers, wanna see how messy you get?” he whispers. “gonna have you leaking all over my hand, and no one will even notice.”

you want to cry. you want to moan. you want to grind back against his palm until it makes a mess so obscene someone has to notice. you want the humiliation. the thrill. the heat.

instead, you nod again. obedient. mouth closed. eyes wide and glassy and full of need.

choso grins. it’s lazy, cocky, filthy. his hand shifts. his palm presses against your clit, fingers still deep inside you, rubbing slow circles like he wants to break you with just two fingers and a mean whisper.

“you take it so well,” he mutters, jaw against your temple. “pussy’s fuckin’ squeezing me. like you’re trying to suck me in.”

your legs jerk and he tightens his hold—his arm now looping around your waist, pulling you closer until you’re damn near molded to his chest. he’s rock hard behind you. you can feel it—thick and heavy and pressed against your ass—but he doesn’t even try to grind. doesn’t need to. this is about you. about watching you squirm and shake and drip while you pretend you’re not five seconds from soaking his entire fucking hand.

you’re right on the edge now—vision hazy, cunt tight, hips twitching in tiny, shameful little thrusts you can’t stop. your stomach’s tensed, thighs trembling, eyes glossy. you need it. and he hears that need in your breath. feels it in the way you arch, the way your walls grip, the way your whole body silently begs him.

his hand rises. not the one inside you—the other. it ghosts over your throat. gentle. careful. until his thumb and fingers rest along your jaw, tilting your face toward the fire again like he’s redirecting your focus.

“smile, baby,” he murmurs. “they’re lookin’.”

you blink. your lashes flutter. and when your eyes finally land on your friend across the fire, they wave at you—like nothing’s wrong. like you’re not sitting on choso’s cock with his fingers deep in your soaked little pussy.

you force a smile. small. tight. trembling.

he licks your neck.

and then he hooks his fingers deep, presses down on your clit, and says: “good girl. now come.”

and you do. silently. violently. your cunt clamps down, soaking his fingers, whole body twitching as you shiver in his lap—legs locked, jaw clenched, eyes wet with the effort of not screaming. your orgasm hits like a wave, crashing into you so hard it punches the breath out of your chest. you convulse once, twice—and choso’s got you. whispering praise. licking his lips. rocking his hand just enough to fuck you through it without letting up.

you slump forward, dizzy, thighs slick, brain gone.

and he just wipes his hand on your inner thigh, leans in again, and hums:

“y’did so well.”

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🜼 ⋆ just freak choso bouncing his thigh while you’re sat on him, mind you, it’s a friends group car ride. — part 2

you weren’t even supposed to sit on his lap.

but the car’s packed, and your friend shouted “just sit on choso, he’s got space,” like it was no big deal.

and maybe it wasn’t.

until you felt the way his thigh flexed under you.

thick. warm. solid.

and positioned just right between your legs, pressing against the thin fabric of your little skirt, snug right under your clit.

you swallowed hard.

he smirked—barely—and placed a casual hand on your hip to “help you balance.”

but now? ten minutes into the drive?

his leg’s bouncing.

slow. steady. up and down in a rhythm that makes your breath stutter and your lashes flutter.

you shift your weight—innocently, maybe, maybe trying to get some relief—but it just makes it worse. your clit drags across the seam of your panties, the bounce sends a shiver through your spine, and suddenly your hands are gripping his forearm like it’s the only thing keeping you from screaming.

“you good?” one of your friends calls from the front.

you nod quickly, voice tight. “mhmm.”

choso doesn’t even look at you.

he just hums under his breath, hand squeezing your hip once. his thumb brushes low, close to the edge of your waistband.

his thigh bounces again and your jaw tightens as your thighs clamp.

he leans in slightly, mouth brushing your ear. no one else can hear it but you.

“you’re dripping,” he murmurs. “soak through these shorts and i will pull you onto my fingers, right here.”

you squirm, barely moving, hips twitching as another bounce sends a jolt right to your core. you’re biting your lip, eyes wide, pupils blown.

“aw,” he whispers again, lower now, “you can’t even grind properly with people watching?”

you grip his arm harder and feel his smile, his eyes still watching the road, still quiet. and then his thigh bounces harder. that’s when you almost lose it—your legs trembling, clit throbbing, body tensing like a live wire as your orgasm starts to rise. your lashes flutter. a soft gasp escapes.

but then his hand presses down on your thigh, stopping the bounce entirely.

you’re frozen. blinking. your mouth parted in betrayal.

he leans in again.

“you’ll wait,” he whispers. “good girls wait. and you wanna be good, don’t you?”

you have no choice but to nod, choso just left you shaky and ruined.

“then sit still,” he says, voice low and calm. “and if you come without permission, i’ll stuff my fingers in you the second we stop this car. front seat, back seat, doesn’t matter. you’ll cry in front of all of them.”

you don’t move the rest of the ride. not even a little.

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🜼 ⋆ accidentally squirting on tattoo artist!sukuna while he’s focused on doing his job

you should’ve said no.

should’ve trusted your gut the second you walked through that door and locked eyes with him—sukuna ryomen, ink-stained menace, infamous in the underground scene for his brutal blackwork, sadistic precision, and eyes that always looked like they already knew what you’d do before you did.

you’d heard the stories. the way he never talked unless he had to. how he stared too long. how no one could tell if he was turned on or pissed off when he worked. but you still walked in, still handed him your sketch, still pointed to your pelvis and asked for it right there.

he didn’t even blink.

just looked, nodded once, and turned away without a word. gloves snapped on. machine prepped. not even a fake little smile to ease you into the fact that he was about to drag a needle along your most vulnerable skin. he gestured for you to lie back like he’d done this a thousand times. like this exact scenario—you, laid bare and trembling on his table—was something he expected. maybe even planned.

and now—

now you’re spread out on the dark leather, skin bare from the waist up, your chest exposed to the cold air of the studio, nipples peaked from a mix of nerves and shame. your legs lie slightly parted, the towel over your hips thin and crinkled from your own tension. your panties are still on underneath—but it doesn’t matter. not with how low he’s working. not with the way he’s hovering just above your cunt, tattoo machine buzzing like it’s laughing at your restraint.

he’s working just beneath your belly button.

right where the line of sensitivity begins.

dangerously close to where you’re clenching now, heat slick and pooling under the towel like a confession you can’t take back.

his forearm rests right on top of it.

not pressing hard—at least, not at first. just there. warm. thick. planted across your mound like it belongs there, like you don’t get to question it. you keep trying to rationalize it. it’s leverage, you think. he needs to stabilize his hand. but the longer it stays there—pressing, shifting, rolling with every movement of the gun—the more impossible it is to pretend you don’t feel the deliberate weight of him.

and he knows it. god, he fucking knows it.

every time the needle dips, his arm flexes. not harshly—just enough to drag a line of tension across your clit, separated only by a useless towel and your now-sopping underwear. it’s rhythmic. like a slow grind. not violent or overt, but insistent. and every inch of his body screams control. he’s not even looking at you. not checking in. his eyes are locked on your skin, forehead slightly furrowed in concentration, like the fact that you’re trembling under him doesn’t deserve his attention yet.

your thighs tremble. you can’t help it.

your fingers are curled tight at your sides, nails digging crescents into your own skin. the pain is a lifeline. your teeth sink into your bottom lip, desperate to ground yourself—to not moan. to not buck.

but the tattoo machine keeps buzzing. vibrating. it’s not just sound—it’s sensation, buried into the muscle and bone beneath your pelvis. it hums into your nerves, settles between your legs like a secret. the sting of the needle, the glide of his arm, the heat of your body trying so hard to behave—it’s unbearable.

“don’t squirm,” he says suddenly, without even glancing at you. his voice is rough, deep, flat—like you’re being annoying. like you’re the one making things difficult.

you barely nod. can’t speak.

your mouth is dry. your heart’s in your throat. you feel your core throb underneath him, twitching like it’s trying to reach for something it doesn’t deserve.

and he just keeps going.

more shading. more outlining. the buzz grows louder, the pain dulls into pressure, and the pressure sharpens into need. your thighs are so wet now the towel sticks to your skin. you pray he can’t feel it. that the soaked fabric isn’t bleeding through. that he doesn’t smell the arousal coating your thighs like sin.

but you know better.

because then he shifts.

just slightly. just enough. the angle changes. the pressure from his forearm deepens. drags unintentionally.

you snap.

there’s no warning: no crescendo. no gasp. no slow unraveling because it hits you down like a huge brick.

then you squirt.

hot and messy. the release hits with a full-body shudder. it spills out of you in one violent gush, soaking through the towel, your panties, his forearm. it splashes onto the table, the vinyl slick with your shame. it’s not soft. it’s not sexy. it’s raw. ugly. humiliating.

and he doesn’t move.

the machine stops.

the silence swallows you whole.

your vision blurs. your body trembles in the aftermath—core still spasming with the aftershocks of overstimulation. your breathing’s loud in your ears, shallow and quick, like a heartbeat trying to flee.

you can’t look at him.

“i—i’m sorry,” you whisper, voice barely air. “i didn’t mean to—I don’t know what happened, i didn’t mean—”

he says nothing.

you force yourself to peek. your eyes drop to his face, expecting disgust. expecting mockery. expecting a raised brow, a smirk, anything to cut the unbearable silence—

but sukuna doesn’t even blink.

he’s staring down at the towel. at your thighs. at the mess soaking into his arm.

his jaw is tight. his shoulders stiff. expression unreadable—but not amused. not cruel. it’s something else. something colder. more measured. like he’s processing something private and ancient behind his eyes. something dangerous.

he peels his glove off slowly, one finger at a time. flicks it aside with the kind of precision that says he’s choosing not to react.

then, finally, his gaze lifts to yours.

and the weight of it makes your chest cave in.

“don’t apologize,” he says. his voice is deeper now. hoarser. like it scraped through gravel to get out of his throat. “you didn’t do anything wrong.”

you stare at him. your lips part, but there’s no breath left to speak.

he leans forward—not enough to touch. just enough for his presence to drown you. you can feel the heat of him across your chest. smell the ink and latex and the salt of your own body between you. but he doesn’t close the distance. he doesn’t kiss you. he doesn’t touch your face. he doesn’t do anything sweet.

instead, he speaks like a warning. like a truth he’s carved into skin before.

“but next time,” he murmurs, eyes dragging slowly down to the soaked towel, to your ruined panties, to the table beneath you still slick with your release, “don’t hide it.”

then he pulls away. glove snaps back on. the machine crackles to life again.

he doesn’t ask if you’re okay.

doesn’t ask if you want to stop.

he just… keeps working.

but now—his hand rests heavier. his movements slower. the buzz of the machine more deliberate. and this time? when his arm brushes over your cunt again? it’s not an accident.

it’s a promise.

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🜼 ⋆ just nanami wrapping you in a headlock and fucking you like he earned it.

his hands are so big.

you feel it every time he grabs your hips: palms wide and flat, one anchoring your waist and the other pressing down between your shoulder blades, keeping you arched, ass up and back slapping against him with every filthy thrust. you’re already moaning for him. your face turned into the pillow, drool slipping past your lips, your body soft and shaky and open. you’ve been like this for a while now, splayed out, dripping, fucked dumb—because when nanami kento says “on your stomach,” you listen.

and right now? he’s buried so deep you swear he’s trying to ruin you from the inside out.

“keep that back arched,” he says, low and calm like he’s not absolutely wrecking you. “don’t you drop it, sweetheart. not until i say.”

your legs are shaking. you’re already too wet, too full, the fat head of his cock kissing that spot again and again while he rocks his hips into you, slow and mean. and he’s watching the whole thing—watching his cock disappear inside you, watching how sloppy and messy your pussy sounds every time he drags out and slams back in. he loves it. he eats that shit up. every noise, every twitch, every hiccup of breath like you’re already too far gone.

but you keep holding on—barely—because his voice is soft when he degrades you, and his pace is ruthless when he tells you you’re doing good. and it’s so much. so fucking much. you feel it building, climbing—right there, right there—your fingers fisting the sheets like they can hold you together and he knows. god, he knows.

“say it,” he grits, pace quickening now, pelvis slapping hard against the curve of your ass. “say what you need, baby. use your words.”

you try to hold it back. you try. but it’s crawling up your throat like instinct, thick and hot and helpless.

“d-daddy—”

that’s when he snaps.

he goes still for a second—deep inside you, cock twitching—and then he grabs you. his arm loops under your chin, hooks tight around your throat, and he drags your body back against his chest like you weigh nothing. you’re breathless, off-balance, your tits bouncing with the force of his thrusts as he bends you into a headlock, forearm squeezing gently against your neck, hand tangled in your hair like he’s holding you still just to ruin you better.

“that’s what you wanted?” he rasps, lips at your ear, teeth grazing. “you wanna act like a dumb little whore for daddy?”

you whimper—half a nod, half a moan—and it only makes him fuck you harder.

his pace is vicious now, slamming into you from behind, each thrust snapping your hips forward, your body jolting in his grip. he’s got you folded, held, claimed. one arm tight around your neck, the other fisted in your hair, your body trembling under the weight of his cock splitting you open over and over again.

and you’re soaked. squelching around him. every thrust punching little gasps out of you, your mouth open, eyes glazed, the sound of skin slapping echoing through the room like music. you’re so close it hurts, pressure building deep in your gut, your pussy clenching down hard, and he feels it.

“fuuuck, that’s it. tight little cunt,” he groans, dropping his head to your shoulder, sweat sliding down his temple. “you gonna come for daddy now? huh?”

you sob when he says it. you can’t help it. it’s too much, his voice, his body, the way he won’t let you go, won’t give you a single inch. you can’t run from it, can’t do anything but take it while he fucks you stupid and keeps whispering filth into your ear like you’re his favorite toy.

“come on, baby,” he growls, biting down on your shoulder. “cream on this cock. show daddy how bad you needed it.”

and you do. violently. beautifully. clenching so hard it stalls his hips for a second before he fucks right through it, keeps going until he’s moaning too—hips jerking, hand flexing tighter around your throat as he spills inside you with a broken, breathless “fuck.”

he holds you like that after—panting, sweaty, his body shaking against yours, his grip loosening but never letting go. you’re limp in his arms, wrecked and twitching, pussy fluttering around his cock while he stays buried deep, still throbbing, still possessive.

“my good girl,” he murmurs, mouth at your jaw, voice ruined. “say it again.”

and you do.

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🜼 ⋆ piercer!geto sucks on your tits as a ‘well done for taking care of them’ after he pierced your nipples.

“they’re healed already?” he murmurs, crouched in front of you on the edge of his bed, dark eyes focused, lips barely parted.

you nod, proud of yourself—his shirt draped over your shoulders, half unbuttoned, just enough for him to see the swell of your chest, the glint of metal where your nipples poke through soft skin. “mhmm. no crust, no pain. i cleaned them like you said.”

he smiles. not the soft kind. not the sweet one he gives strangers.

no—this one is filthy. slow. the kind of grin that says you did good, so now i’m gonna ruin you for fun.

“atta girl,” he praises, reaching up to run his thumb just beneath one of the piercings, careful but firm. “you followed instructions so well. can’t have my favorite girl walking around with infected jewelry. what would people think of my work?”

you shiver as his fingers skate higher—palming your breast, his thumb brushing the ring with almost reverence. he watches your reaction closely.

“still tender?”

“no,” you breathe. “feels good now.”

he hums. “that’s all i needed to hear.”

and then his mouth is on you—hot, slow, greedy.

he doesn’t go fast. he lingers. sucks your nipple into his mouth with a low groan, like he’s waited weeks for this. his tongue flicks over the barbell, teases the metal, makes it jingle slightly before he closes his lips around it and suckles.

you gasp. your hips twitch.

his hand presses gently on your waist, keeping you still. “mm-mm,” he murmurs, lips still latched. “let me take my time. been dreamin’ about this since the day i pierced you.”

he kisses the underside of your tit, then trails to the other one—hands cupping you up like you’re a luxury he saved just for himself.

“look at you. so proud of your pretty piercings. showing up here all healed just so i’d put my mouth on them?”

you don’t even answer—you can’t. his mouth wraps around the other nipple, tongue circling, teeth grazing just enough to make your thighs squeeze together.

he pulls off with a pop, then looks up at you, mouth glossy, voice husky.

“these belong to me, don’t they?” he asks, hands squeezing your tits together just to press a kiss to both at once.

you nod, eyes glassy, lips parted. “yes, sugu…”

he smirks again. “good. because now that they’re healed, baby…”

he leans in, brushing his nose against your chest, lips ghosting over both rings.

“i’m gonna ruin them all over again.”

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🜼 ⋆ spitroast: gojo in your throat, suguru in your cunt, and both of them praising you like their favorite toy. — cw: slight dark content.

you don’t know how long it’s been.

ten minutes? thirty? an hour?

your knees are bruised against the mattress, arms trembling where they hold you up, spit and drool running down your chin, and gojo’s cock buried in your throat again like he owns the space. suguru is behind you, fucking your cunt with slow, deep strokes that hit the back of your womb every time—on purpose—and he’s gentle with his hand in your hair even though everything else he’s doing is not.

“breathe through your nose, sweetheart,” suguru says calmly, like he’s teaching a class, not rearranging your guts from behind. “you’re takin’ him so well. just a little more, yeah?”

you try. you try to breathe, try to think, but it’s impossible with gojo’s cock stuffed so deep you can’t swallow. his hips rock slow, controlled, his hand wrapped in your hair as he feeds it to you, inch by inch, until your eyes roll and tears spill out the corners.

“that’s it,” gojo coos, voice all sugar and cruelty. “don’t cry yet. we’re being so nice to you.”

his hand cradles your jaw like you’re precious, like he isn’t fucking your throat with the same rhythm suguru’s using on your pussy. they’re in sync, those two. they always have been—like they were made for this, made to ruin someone together.

you sob around him, throat stretched and raw, body shaking from how deep suguru’s cock is pressing inside you. he’s so thick, so slow with it, deliberately dragging out each thrust like he wants to feel every inch of you squeeze around him.

“fuck, would you listen to that,” suguru mutters, voice low and reverent. “you’re soaked. fuckin’ drippin’ down my balls. she loves this.”

“of course she does.” gojo laughs, breathless. “look at her. totally gone. little cockdrunk doll. all that brainpower wiped out the second we touched her.”

he pulls out of your throat just long enough for you to gasp a single breath—and then he’s back in, harder this time, his grin widening when you gag.

you can’t form words anymore. your mouth is raw, your makeup’s ruined—mascara streaking down your cheeks, gloss long gone, lips red and swollen. your cunt is fluttering from how suguru keeps hitting the spot that makes your knees jerk, your body tipping forward until gojo shoves you back with a palm to your forehead, steadying your head while he slides in deeper.

“mm, ah-ah,” he tuts. “no collapsing, princess. stay right there. let us use you properly.”

suguru’s hands grip your hips tighter. he leans forward, presses a soft kiss to your temple like a twisted contrast to the way his cock slams into you from behind.

“you’re gonna come again, aren’t you?” he murmurs against your ear, breath warm. “you’re close. feel it in the way you’re clenching.”

you try to nod. you can’t. your mouth’s too full. your mind’s mush.

gojo’s cock twitches on your tongue and you gag again, tears spilling faster.

“shit,” suguru breathes. “you like this. don’t you, baby?”

gojo pulls out for just a second. long enough for your voice to come out in a whimper. “yes—yes, please, don’t stop—i can’t—”

he slaps your cheek lightly, just to hear the sound.

“can’t what?” he teases, sliding the tip of his cock over your lips again, smearing spit and precum across your chin. “can’t take it? or can’t get enough?”

suguru chuckles behind you, hips grinding slow. his cock drags against your walls so thick you shudder.

“say it,” he murmurs. “say you want more.”

“i want more—i want it,” you cry, voice hoarse, mouth hanging open. “please, please—”

and that’s all they need.

gojo slides back in, both hands cradling your face now as he rocks into your throat with longer, deeper thrusts. suguru picks up pace behind you, fucking your soaked pussy with thick, wet slaps that echo off the walls. your body’s stuck between them, stuffed from both ends, spit and slick dripping everywhere—and it’s heaven. it’s hell. it’s too much. it’s not enough.

your climax hits like lightning.

suguru feels it first—the way your pussy locks up around him, the sudden stutter of your hips, your voice breaking around gojo’s cock—and he lets out a low, ruined moan.

“fuck—there it is,” he groans. “so fuckin’ tight—c’mon, give it to me, baby.”

and gojo just laughs, breath ragged, fucking your mouth harder while you come with a silent scream, eyes rolled back, drool spilling freely as the orgasm rips through you and sends your whole body shaking.

they don’t stop.

they just keep praising you through it.

“that’s our girl,” suguru says against your ear, cock still grinding deep. “so perfect. always take it so well.”

“she’s not even here anymore,” gojo grins, thumb brushing your soaked cheek. “all fucked out. cute little cumdump. should keep her like this.”

you don’t even respond. your mouth is open, your body limp, your eyes glassy.

and still, you moan.

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🜼 ⋆ toji fucking your thighs cause he thinks you’re not ready for his big cock — vigrin!reader.

your thighs are slick from how long he’s been rubbing his cock between them.

he’s not even inside you.

toji’s huge body hovers over yours, sweat clinging to the dips of his torso as he slowly rocks forward, his cock heavy and flushed, caught tight in the heat of your thighs. he’s fucking into the soft seam between them, not your pussy, not yet. but still grunting like it’s the tightest thing he’s ever felt.

“fuck, baby,” he groans, one hand braced beside your head, the other gripping your thigh to keep you pinned open. “feel that? how hard you’ve got me?”

you nod, trembling, lips bitten raw from how long you’ve been whining. it’s hot, humiliating, how soaked your cunt is and how it is untouched, and desperate because he’s been teasing you like this for minutes now, maybe longer. long enough that you’re crying.

he looks down at the mess of you, eyes dragging slowly from the flushed swell of your tits to the twitch of your thighs to the glossy, needy cunt just inches from his cock. he licks his teeth.

“you want it, huh?” his voice drops, all rough and sweet like he’s teasing a scared little thing. “want this cock inside that pretty pussy?”

“yes,” you whisper. “please.”

his mouth curves. but he doesn’t move to fuck you.

instead, he presses in deeper between your thighs, grinding against your slick skin. the fat head of his cock kisses the edge of your folds, then slides up again too big, too slow until you’re whining, hips lifting to chase him. toji presses you down with a growl.

“no, sweetheart. not yet, she’s not ready.”

you blink up at him, flushed and confused. “she?”

he hums, eyes locked on your cunt like it’s the most important thing in the world.

“your pussy,” he says simply. “she’s too sweet. look at her.” his fingers trace the puffy lips, the glistening slit just barely open from how turned on you are. “fuckin’ drooling for me, and i haven’t even stretched her yet.”

you feel heat crawl down your neck, your face. “toji—”

“you think she can take this?” he cuts in, grinding his cock between your thighs again. “baby, i’d ruin her.”

and god help you, the way he says it like it’s reverent. like it’s true. like he wants it more than anything, but he’s holding back because he knows you’re not ready. not yet.

“you think i wanna hurt her?” he murmurs, lowering his face until he’s speaking right above your cunt. “nah. she’s too fuckin’ perfect.”

he kisses the inside of your thigh, then glances up at you with a half-lidded smirk. “gonna get her ready, though. soft and slow. ‘til she’s beggin’ for it. beggin’ for me.”

and then he speaks to your pussy. like it’s a girl he’s seducing.

“yeah, you hear that? you’re not ready yet, sweetheart,” he rasps, sliding two thick fingers through your slick folds without pushing in. “but i’m gonna fix that. stretch you open real good. make sure you can take all of me. every inch.”

you whimper.

his voice lowers, throatier now. “bet you’ll be tight. bet you’ll suck me in and not let go. i’ll have to fight to pull out.”

his cock twitches between your thighs, and he ruts forward once, grunting.

you can’t even think, you can’t breathe and yet he leans in again, brushing a thumb just above your clit.

“not yet,” he repeats, breath hot. “but soon, baby. real soon.”

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TELLING JJK MEN "IT'S TOO MUCH"

a/n: as if they're going to slow down anyway (。-`ω-)ｰ

KENTO hears it in that soft, desperate little voice you get when you’re right at the edge — eyes glazed, body boneless, mouth trembling.

"It’s too much…"

He slows. For one heartbeat. One.

Then he leans in, presses a kiss to your temple, and keeps going, steady and deep, his cock dragging against your sweetest spots with every precise, punishing thrust.

"No, sweetheart," he murmurs, brushing your hair out of your face as he fills you again and again, "it’s exactly what you need."

You claw at his back, moan his name, body twitching from overstimulation — and he whispers low, reverent filth in your ear:

"You’re taking it so well. So fucking good for me. Let it be too much."

And when you cum again — crying, trembling, barely breathing — he moans into your neck and finishes deep inside you, holding you tight like he’ll never let go.

SATORU laughs.

"Too much?" he echoes, and his hips snap forward, pounding into you harder, deeper, rougher.

"No such thing, baby."

Your body jerks. You gasp. He’s already got you face-down, ass up, drooling into the pillows as his cock slams into you with maddening force.

"You feel this cock in your womb yet? Hm? That what too much feels like?"

You’re moaning incoherently now. Fisting the sheets. Every thrust knocks the air from your lungs. His hand grips your hair, yanking your head back to hear your sweet, broken sounds.

"Gonna give you everything, baby. You don’t get to tap out now."

He finishes deep, thick ropes of cum flooding your sore pussy, and he doesn’t pull out. He just keeps fucking it in, laughing low when your legs give out completely.

SUGURU groans — long, low, dangerous.

You say it through tears. Legs trembling. Back arched. His cock is buried to the hilt, and you whimper:

"It’s too much, Suguru—please, I—"

He presses a kiss to your forehead, whispers gently,

"I know, love. I know."

Then he grabs your hips and fucks you deeper.

"That’s why I’m not stopping."

His rhythm is slow but devastating, every roll of his hips making your cunt flutter, your body tremble. He watches your face twist with every overwhelming inch, addicted to your pleasure-drunk expression.

"Look how beautifully you take too much. Look at how your body begs for it, even when your mouth says no."

And when you cum again — shaking, clenching, gushing around him — he just moans and fills you full, cock pulsing with every wave of release.

"Let me break you a little more. You’ll thank me after."

CHOSO panics for one second.

"Too much?" he gasps, already panting, already balls-deep, your pussy soaked and stretched around his thick cock.

He leans back, wide-eyed, concerned.

"Did I hurt you? Should I stop? I—"

But then you moan. Loud. Desperate. You say it again, voice cracking:

"It’s too much… but I don’t wanna stop—"

And he loses it.

He thrusts deep, all the way, and your body jerks beneath him. His hand shakes as he cups your face, overwhelmed.

"I love you—fuck—you feel so good—I can’t stop—I don’t want to—"

He fucks you harder, his pace messy and passionate, nearly crying as he cums so deep you feel the heat bloom in your core.

And then he says it again, barely coherent:

"You can take more… you always take more…"

TOJI hears it and grins like the devil.

You’re already limp. Ruined. Folded in half beneath him. And you sob:

"It’s too much… please… I can’t…"

He doesn’t slow. Doesn’t even pretend to.

"Oh, now it’s too much? Wasn’t too much when you were begging for this cock, was it?"

He slams in harder, rougher, his cock so deep you see white. You try to crawl away — he grabs your hips and drags you back, fucking you so hard the whole bed frame slams into the wall.

"Where you going, baby? We’re not done."

You’re sobbing now. Moaning. Cum-drunk and cock-drunk and ruined. And he just chuckles.

"You’ll take all of it. Til I say you’re done."

And when he fills you up, hot and heavy, he watches it spill out of you with dark, gleaming satisfaction — then pushes it back in with two fingers.

SUKUNA pauses.

Just for a second.

Then he growls.

"Too much? Damn right it is."

His hips drive into you like he’s trying to fuck you into the floor — punishing, raw, relentless. You’re screaming now, legs locked around his waist, hands scrabbling uselessly at his shoulders.

"You think I’d go easy on you? You begged for this cock. Now take it."

You sob again — “It’s too much—” — and his laugh is cruel, dripping with heat.

"Then break for me. Cry for me. Let me see you fall the fuck apart."

And you do. Your orgasm hits like a train, ripping through you, your cunt clenching so tight it nearly chokes him. Sukuna groans, then buries himself to the root and cums so hard his whole body shudders.

Then he grabs your cheeks and spits into your open mouth, growling:

"You're mine now. Every fucking inch of you."

[no-name-never-see-blog-2]

MDNI 18+

you've got a fixation on toji's arms, and it's not subtle.

not just the size, though they're obscene by any metric: brute muscle sculpted from decades of brutality, biceps that swell under the skin. no, it's the near-erotic way they move during the most mundane tasks that truly fucks with your head: peeling an orange. snapping apart chopsticks. reaching one-armed behind his back to scratch between his shoulder blades.

his shirt does nothing to help; black cotton clinging to every sinew, stretched taut across biceps so swollen they could've been quarried from stone. but it's the veins that render you weak. thick and angry with bloodflow—they bulge when he grips anything with purpose. and when he wears those sleeveless tanks? your brain short-circuits. brief, acute spikes of limbic-driven arousal routed through the amygdala.

he's sprawled on his back now, tank hiked up to mid-abdomen, diamond-cut abs on full display—not that you're looking. you're too busy grinding your soaked cunt over the ridge of his tricep.

you're straddling his arm, one palm braced on his abdomen for balance, grinding through your panties against the meat of his bicep. it flexes beneath you, veiny and rock-solid, perfectly positioned against your clit. his free hand (the one not currently being molested) hangs at his side until you grab it, pulling it to your face. you rub your cheek against his palm, then take his fingers into your mouth, sucking down to the knuckles.

panties are soaked through, dragging sticky over your clit with every forward push of your hips. the muscle beneath you flexes involuntarily, twitching in time with the flutter of your cunt.

"you gettin' off?" he drawls, mockingly. you nod around his fingers, unable to speak. spit leaks from the corners of your mouth and coats his knuckles. he watches with a bored, heavy-lidded stare, lips curving up at one side.

"tch… you like my arms more than my dick, huh?"

you whine into his hand, too far gone to be embarrassed.

"shit," toji breathes, his other hand grabbing a handful of your ass, squeezing so hard it will surely bruise. "you’re fuckin' sick in the head." but he doesn’t stop you. he lets you rut against him like a bitch in heat, feeling your hips jerk with every pulse of pleasure. he flexes again, just to feel you shudder, and grins wolfishly when your eyes roll back.

"go on," he urges, nodding toward the arm beneath you. "get off on it. i'm not stoppin' you."

you come like that—pussy convulsing around nothing, drooling stupidly into his palm, whimpering into the crook of his wrist while your body arches and locks. feeling most undignified but extremely satisfied.

"still think my dick’s losing." a beat. he adds with an ominous chuckle, "but i’ll let him prove himself."

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·˚ ༘ your boyfriend knows you like his hands but with his gloves on? oh you seem to have fallen so far in love

sleek black rubber gloves cover his strong though endlessly beautiful hands, they fit so well. every soft protruding vein pushing against the stretched rubber.

"theree you go. taking my fingers soo well aren't you doll."

"feels too good? yea? i know it does but my girl can handle this much can't she? don't disappoint me now baby, you're doing so good f'me"

"filthy girll~ making a mess all over my desk, all over my hands. you're so messy."

"ahah, don't be getting shy on me now, show me, spread your slutty pussy for me and show me how messy you are for me. go on"

"you wanna cum beautiful ? yea? how bad. bad enough to beg me for it?"

"shhh sh, come on now, is this not what you wanted? to cum? one more, one more, you can do it, t'll feel so good."

you melt away, every coherent thought leaving you at the sharp snap of his wrist. plunging his fingers into you repeatedly.

in and out in and out in and out

it's addicting, you've cum more times than you could count, become a drippy droopy version of yourself that cannot help but moan and whine at your loving boyfriends hands on your body.

he shush you lowly, slowly pulling his fingers out of you and kissing away your tears. his poor baby gone dumb from feeling too good. soft praises spill from his mouth, telling you how good you are for him, how he loves and cherishs you more than anything. moving from in between your cramping legs spread impossibly wide to your side, pulling you away from the mess you made and into himself, to rest against his body.

he leans back in his desk chair to make space for you, making sure you're comfortable in his lap as he cradles you gently, your head reacting against his warm chest.

when your breathing slows and erratic heart calms he brings the brings the rubber clad fingers that were stuffed deep in your cunt to his lips, licking a broad strip as you watch him, collecting your essence on his tongue, his eyes rolled back at the taste of you and a deep groan comes from his throat. your boyfriend then brings them down to your lips, "taste yourself for me baby — the sweetest thing in the world is all for me. aren't i one selfish bastard."

with his fingers stuffed in your mouth you nod eagerly at his words, so so selfish so mean. he cannot help laughing at you, your cute teary eyes looking up at him, oh you look so cute.

"the sweetest girl and her selfish boyfriend~ it has a ring to it don't you think darling? i like it soo much sweet girl"

you can't protest his teasing, a warm blush painting your heated cheeks, your brows furrowing as you hum a low muffled "hmphn" around his fingers

idk who im thinking for this one, so just imagine your favourites ♡

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you weren’t supposed to be in such a predicament, in such an unprofessional state.

“s-shit…ahh fuck..!” your whines were muffled and entire being shuddered.

“you take us so good, beautiful girl,” nanami muttered, caressing your cheek as you took him in your mouth. you felt your eyes brimming with tears and drool around the corners of your lips.

“i agree. you’re so…sweet,” higuruma let out in low voice, his breath labored as he ate you out.

but here you were, between your fellow legal associate, higuruma hiromi, and your workplace’s financial compliance consultant, nanami kento at a hotel near work.

your cute nylon skirt and black panties were to your knees and your grey blouse had its buttons completely undone, showing your classy black lace bra and pretty untouched chest. your lip gloss was smeared around nanami’s cock while your legs shook over higuruma's shoulders.

and they for one, absolutely adored the sight of you like this.

your nerves felt like your body was on goddamn fire; nanami was fucking your mouth with vigor like it was the last time while higuruma ate you out like he hadn’t eaten in days.

it started off mundane, you didn’t even know nanami and higuruma were silently in opposition against each other for your attention. you went to undergrad with nanami and to law school with higuruma, and both men garnered feelings for your punctuality, wit, and effortlessly ethereal looks.

until, you caught on and purposely teased by innocently bending over to the point where both men could see your panty choice of the day; today happened to be both of their favorite: black and lacy (basic but whatever).

the knot in your stomach only grew and your muffled whines only got louder as you could feel higuruma’s nose rubbing on your swollen clit and his tongue thrusted into you, sucking on your wet folds as your thighs squeezed together against his head.

so soft and wet.

hiromi went back and ran his fingers through his hair. his face was glistening with your arousal on his nose and lips; you felt your core flutter at the sight of him licking his lips. “you like that? hm, gorgeous?”

you felt nanami’s near-animalistic pace go even faster, pistoning into your mouth as you gagged in response.

nanami let out a breathless chuckle as your slutty little mouth remained on his cock. “you’re so tight, lovely. such a slut.”

“what would the firm say about this, darling? taking both of your co-workers in such a manner...” hiromi said, his words dripping with tease and charming nonchalance. he kept his vision locked on you in the eye while he destroyed your pussy with his tongue and nose.

"mmph..! f'ck!" you arched your back, and your vision was blinded by tears; you grinded your hips against higuruma and his nose against your clit, his tongue still eating at you ferociously. you felt the sensation in your stomach alleviate as you felt yourself release on higuruma's tongue, while nanami was cumming his load in your mouth simultaneously. the thick, sweet spurts of his cum went down your throat; you felt nanami caress your cheek, staring at you with adoration.

“such a good girl.”

higuruma let out a scoff and an out-of-character grin graced his face. "see how she got pleasured and released with only my tongue?”

nanami glared at him and raised an eyebrow, the tension between the two over you arousing you even further. "then let's switch and see who makes her cum the most."

may the best man win…in fucking you.

— more higuruma <3 — more nanami <3

[no-name-never-see-blog-2]

It Started With a Hairbrush

I really hadn’t meant to obviously, but I had accidentally left a video on my lap top of me using a hair brush on my self that I’d made for my boyfriend. I didn’t even think about it when my step father had asked to use my lap top. And I honestly didn’t even remember it at all. Not even after catching his eye brow raises at me. I’d  definitely felt a different vibe from him over the next few days, and I brushed off the several lip lickings he’d done while looking at me while sitting at the dinner table, or on the couch while watching tv with him and my mom.

It wasn’t until my mom got called into work three nights later and it was just me and him at home on the couch watching tv.

As the movie we were watching went to commercial he looked over at me.

“What?” I said furrowing my eyebrows looking at him, wondering why he was staring.

He smirked. “nothing at all.”

“What’s that look for then?” I asked.

“Just thinking.” he said.  

I rolled my eyes. “About?”

He seemed annoyed by my eye roll as he sat up straight from slouching on the couch.

“About whether or not a hair brush is all you’ve ever had in your pussy” he said bluntly.

I sat up straight now. “Excuse me, ..what?”

He laughed. “See, here I thought..you had done it on purpose” he said.

“done what on purpose?” I said, I remembered the video I had made, but wasn’t sure how he knew about it, and then it hit me.

“Shit” I said.

He laughed.

“You weren’t supposed to see that.” I said, then I thought about and got a little angry. “wait…You watched it?!”

He laughed. “Well, I didn’t know it was you at first….not till after you came, and you know…” he said laughing and I felt embarrassed. I knew what he meant, he didn’t know it was me because it started as the close up of my pussy , and after I came i’d shown myself sucking my juices off the handle of the brush, and licking it.

“Oh my god..” I said putting my head in my hands.

“I thought you left it on there on purpose, I thought you wanted me to see it or something.” he said with another laugh.

“Why would I want you to see that?!” I yelled looking at him, I was mortified.

He shrugs. “dont know…I know how hormones are at your age..figured you were trying to seduce me” he laughed again.

I scoffed. “Augh gross.” I glared at him.

He laughed. “Hey…” he said acting offended as he held his hand to chest. “Dont hurt my feelings now.”

“Did you tell my mom?” I asked him in a panic.

“Pfft, absolutely not..and I’m not going to…don’t worry miss porn star…your secret is safe with me…” he said teasing me.

“Augh” I said. “this is so fucking embarrassing” I said holding my face in my hands again.

“meh…” he said. “Not that big of a deal…we can just act like i never saw it..”

“yeah right..” I said looking at him.

He grinned. “ You’re right…it’s going to be pretty hard to forget.”

I glared at him. “Shut up..it’s not funny”

He shook his head. “Oh I’m not joking….can’t really forget something like that…”

I sighed, and felt sick. My own step father had seen my pussy. Not only that but saw me fucking it with my hair brush. Saw my putting said hairbrush in my mouth and sucking it afterwards. I swore to myself at that moment Id never take another video, another nude ever again. My boyfriend would have to deal with it.

“If it makes you feel any better, it was really fucking sexy” he said.

I glared at him again and gave him a look. “WHY would that make me feel better, and DON’T BE GROSS!” I exclaimed.  “you’re my STEP FATHER!”

He shrugged. “But I’m still a man. And I just meant…whoever the video was meant for, will enjoy it…i mean….made my dick hard” he shrugged.

“Gross!” I said.

He laughed. “What? Was that not your intention, to make someones dick hard?”

“Not YOURS!” I yelled.

“Well sorry, like I said, didn’t even know it was you at first…so..yeah…my dick got hard.” he threw his hands up. “I’m a man for fucks sake…even after i realized it was you , the shit stayed hard as a rock.”

“Stop it! Gross! Stop! I don’t want to hear that!” I yelled shaking my head. “oh my god…so gross.”

“guess I shouldn’t tell you I watched it more than once then, huh?” he laughed slightly.

I was fuming. This was NOT funny. “What?! You did what?”

“Oh yeah..” he grinned and laughed. “Watched it about five more times…you really know how to work a guy up.” he said looking at me.

“Disgusting” I said.

He looked at me. “Sent it to my email too….watched the next day, the next…a few times this morning…” he said.

“Stop it!” I said at first thinking he was teasing me. and watched him pull his phone out of his pocket and then tap the screen a few times and then turned the screen towards me. I gasped when I saw my video on his phone, the start of the video, my hair brush inside of my cunt, and the play button on the middle of the frozen screen.

“Oh my god! Delete that ! right now!” I screeched as I got up and lunged over the couch for his phone. He laughed holding it up in the air , my hands causing him to drop the phone behind him on the floor behind the couch.

“Oh come on…don’t take away the best spank bank material ive had in years” he said laughing as I tried to crawl over him and off the couch, but he grabbed me aggressively and pulled me back over his lap, his hands quickly smacking my ass through my leggings.

“Ow! What the fuck!” I yelled as I tried to push myself up as he laid me over his lap, holding me back down and smacking my ass again, harder. “what the fuck are you doing! Let me go!” I yelled as his hand then went between my legs and pushed against my cunt through my pants, grabbing it, rubbing it.

“Fucking quit it!” I squirmed more, seriously trying to get up, and then his hands leaving my cunt to assist his other hand in holding me down over his lap.

“that shit looked so fucking wet” he said shaking me as if to command me to hold still. “let me make it drip just like it did in your little video, hmm?” he said with a growl as he shook me again as I continued to squirm, slapping my ass , what felt like as hard as he could.

“you’re sick!, fucking stop !” I yelled.

“If you’re fucking yourself with hairbrushes baby, you’ve gotta be desperate “ he said and pushed his hand back over my pussy grabbing it.

“you need a few fingers in that tight little thing don’t you?” he laughed and growled at the same time and I felt his fingers push hard against my pussy, rubbing me.

“No i dont! I said.

“I think you fucking do” he said, and I felt his hand go right down the back of my pants and back between my legs, and he pushed his fingers up and down my pussy, between my lips, pushing my thong panty into my cunt. “Take these fucking pants off, and your little thong” he growled. As his hand slid out of my pants and started to push them down, I squirmed getting away off the couch, but only helped him to pull off my pants as I crawled away from him. Feeling his hand grab , scratching at my lower back and he grabbed the back of my thong, ripping it as he pulled at it. I screamed as he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me back to him, my back to him as I squirmed against him, putting my legs straight and pushing the heels of my foot against the floor, making my whole body stiff, trying to make it hard for him to hold me, as I rocked side to side, trying to get out of his hold.

“Let me fucking go!” I said, as he laughed at how mad and frustrated I was getting.

“You need to calm down and let daddy dip his fingers in that sweet little pussy..” he growled in my ear. and I snarled and shook my head.

“No!” I said “Let me GO!”

He chuckled and raised his hand to my throat, the other wrapped tightly around me as he growled into my ear.

“I’ll tell your mother all about your little porn video you’re sending to you boyfriend…and ill post that shit…all over the fucking internet…im sure good ole grandpa would love to see his sweet angel being a whore when I send it to him on Facebook” he laughed.

“you wouldnt fucking do that!” I challenged.

“To get my fingers in that pussy…I’d do just about anything” he said, and the way he had said it, I believed him.

“Don’t know why you’re even fighting it…you know it’s going to feel good…you know your pussy is going to love having my fingers inside it..” he laughed as he held me back against him, holding my face now with one hand, his other reaching down, rubbing my pussy, all four fingers just pressed against my pussy lips, massaging my pussy, my clit. I whimpered in disgust, whimpered because even though I didn’t want it, of course it felt good anyways.

“I hate you” I seethed.

He laughed. “I know.”

“So much so..” he said as he slid his fingers down, letting one of them push between my pussy lips and near my hole. “ that you’re already fucking wet.” he said as he pushed it into my wetness and dragged it back up to my clit rubbing it. I squirmed.

“little hair brush fucker…” he teased me and continued to rub my clit in little circles, still squirming to slightly protest, trying to let him know I didn’t want this, even though the more he did it, the more it was harder for me to believe I didn’t.

I squealed as he quickly grabbed my legs flipping them up holding his one arm under my knees, holding my legs up as his hands rubbed my ass and smacked my cunt. I jumped as I sat curled almost into a ball.

“time to make all the hair brushes in the house jealous.. “ he said as his hand then reached back to my pussy and his finger rubbed against my hole.

I hated the teasing remarks he made about the hair brush, but I gasped slightly as his finger teased my hole.

“Mmmm” he laughed slightly. “good little hair brush fucker…” he said.

“shut up..” I said as I panted and bit my lip as he continued to tease me. I whimpered, hating myself , wondering if I should put up a fight again.

He laughed and the tip of his finger pushed inside and made me squirm as he held me curled up.

“mmm…” he said sliding his finger in and listening to me curse.

“oh fuck” I whimpered as his finger sunk into me.

“We should make our own little video..” he groaned. “Show your boyfriend how your step daddy fingers that pussy?”

I said nothing , and did nothing but moan as he began to fuck my pussy with his finger, my hands curling, grabbing onto his pants.

“Make a bunch of videos of me putting all sorts of things inside that pussy…would you like that…I bet you would..” he groaned and I moaned.

“So fucking tight, I wonder what we can fit in here.. “ he said groaning as we both listened to the sound of my pathetic cunt, soaking wet, being fingered.

“Mmmm sounds even wetter than it did in the video” he groaned. “Do my fingers get you wetter than that fucking hair brush?” he growled.

I whimpered and felt my pussy squeeze itself, I wanted more, I wanted it faster, I wanted him to make me cum just like I did on my hairbrush.

“Yes” I answered his question.

“Mmmmmm” he groaned. “You need more fingers.” he said, skipping over just two and adding three, I moaned out loudly and panted as he started to drive them into me.

“oh fuck” I yelped as my whole body was shaking with the force his hand was giving his three fingers as they fucked me.

“I think you need to let me record my fingers fucking your little pussy, show you off to all the guys at work, they’ll be jealous knowing what a little slut of a step daughter i have” he growled. “show them how wet your teenage pussy gets, how fucking tight, that you can barely handle three fingers” he groaned shoving them in harder, and throwing me to the side onto my back , and getting up on his knees on the couch between my legs looking down at me. I watched him undo his belt buckle.

“It’s no hair brush” he said, as he grinned taking out his hard cock, stroking it, so proud of all his hair brush teasing. He looked thick, and his dick looked painful, bigger than any of my boyfriends for sure.

He grabbed my phone off the table, and I didn’t stop him as he pressed record, pointing the camera at my face.

“Your girl just let me finger her pussy…get it real nice and fucking wet…” he pushed my legs apart further and lowered the camera, with one hand and pushed two fingers back into me, fucking me again, fast, making sure that the camera would pick up the sounds of my wet cunt, I could feel it dripping, and I moaned, arching my back, cursing as his fingers curled inside me.

“I’m about to make your bitch cum all over her step daddys dick…” he said. “her hair brush if off duty today…hope you enjoy watching me fill her pussy up with my dick….and putting a  nice big load in that cunt…” he said slapping his cock on my pussy, making sure the camera panned in closer as the head of his cock pushed against my hole.

“tell the camera you want daddy to put it in you” he said pointing the camera back at me.

I bit my lip, as I arched my back in anticipation my ass lifting from the couch.

I looked into the camera. “Put it in me.”

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Your stories are so hot! Could you write a story about a doctor taking advantage of his patient?

X🍑

Thanks! I love a good challenge. Here goes nothing. Let me know what you think. :) Also, for others: I hesitate to write stuff like this because I’m sure it could be triggering to some. I’m sure this goes without saying, but use your judgement on whether or not you want to read.

You were proud of yourself, as silly as that sounds. For the first time in your life you made a doctor appointment all on your own. Turning 18 was one thing, but becoming an adult didn’t just magically happen from one day to the next. The only way to become an adult was to do adult things, and you felt that this qualified. Your heart raced when you spoke to the receptionist on the phone. “Do you have a preference on which doctor?”, the receptionist had asked. “Anyone will do,” you replied in a rush to get off the phone.

When the day came you showed up to the office early and begrudged the fact that your mom wasn’t there to fill out the monotonous paperwork for you like she used to. You were finding that being an adult wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. Just as you started to feel sorry for yourself you heard your name. You looked up to see a nurse smiling at you as she held the door open and motioned for you to come back. She took you to a room where she glimpsed at your paperwork and took your vitals. “Change into this,” she said as she handed you a medical gown. “Dr. Jacobs will be with you shortly.” With that, she offered another polite smile on her way out the door. You returned the offering then wiped the fake smile from your face as the door closed behind her.

No sooner were you done changing than there was a knock on the door. Your heart began to race as you saw a man step through the door. Suddenly, you were mad at yourself for assuming you would be assigned a female doctor. It hadn’t even crossed your mind that you would need to ask. You wondered, had your mom always asked? “I’m Dr. Jacobs,” he said extending his hand. You took it in your own, consummating an awkward handshake where he held your hand a little too firmly. “Here for a physical, I see?” he asked rhetorically as he glanced over your paperwork. You nodded. Somehow you had forgotten how to speak.

Dr. Jacobs approached you with his stethoscope. “First I’m going to listen to your lungs,” he advised before leaning towards you. His hand wrapped around your back. You could smell his body spray as you tried to avoid looking down the front of his scrubs. You stole glimpses of his face from up close as he alternated listening to your right and left lung. He was in his mid-forties, if you had to guess. Fit and handsome, with a five o’clock shadow that you guessed was a result of the long hours required of a man in his position.

“Now, your heart,” he said as he moved his hand to your chest. His palm pressed up against your breast as he moved the stethoscope around, presumably trying to find the right position. You blushed in return, suddenly aware of a tingling sensation coming from between your legs. If you didn’t know better you would swear he was groping you. You wondered to yourself, did the female doctors do this? For the life of you, you couldn’t remember.

When he was done he stood back. “Ok, gown off,” he said. You looked back at him, unsure if he was being serious. His look didn’t waver. There was no sign that he was joking. Tentatively you began to remove the gown. You thought about the fact that you hadn’t shaved in a couple of days, then questioned yourself for why that would cross your mind. You folded your hands over your crotch as you sat naked in front of this stranger. Your perky tits and erect nipples on full display.

He gently pushed on your stomach as he guided you to lay down on the table. Unable to keep covering yourself, you let your hands fall to your sides. It wasn’t as though he was the first person to see you naked. A handful of boys had had the pleasure. But you had never felt so vulnerable in your life. Your heart pounded as he groped at your tits. You could feel his crotch pressing against your arm as he stood close to the table. “No lumps,” he said. His voice was monotone and professional. He moved to the foot of the table. You clenched your legs together, in denial of what must be coming next. He looked up at you curiously. “Scoot down, please, and spread your legs,” he instructed. Reluctantly, you complied with his request.

“Is this your first physical?” he asked as he began to inspect between your legs. It wasn’t, but it was your first one like this. “No,” you replied, trying to sound relaxed. “When you turn 18 we have to be more thorough,” he assured you, clearly aware of your uneasiness. You clenched your teeth as you felt him spread your pussy with his fingers. You glanced down at him and watched his face as he admired your tight hole. “Just try to relax,” he advised as he slipped a finger inside you. “I just have to see something,” he continued as he pulled his finger up against your g-spot. You were vulnerable and helpless. Completely exposed to this man you had just met. You had serious doubts about the legitimacy of this exam. But, you were also human, and, objectively, this was starting to feel pretty fucking amazing.

You began to relax as he slid a second finger inside you. The endorphins were taking over and your nervousness was becoming a distant memory. Slowly but surely, all you really wanted was to cum. You ground your hips against his hand as he fingered you. Biting your lip as you softly whimpered from his touch. Your eyes were closed and you jumped as you suddenly felt his mouth on your pussy. There was no point in pretending anymore. You knew what this was, and you were too turned on to mind. You reached down to pull his head into you as his tongue expertly flicked against your clit. Your body buckled as you came. Your attempts to mute yourself were mostly successful. Judging by the look on his face, he didn’t seem concerned.

When he was sure you were done he stood up and pulled down his scrubs to reveal his cock. He was already hard. His precum glistened as it dripped from the tip of his cock. He spit in his hand, stroked himself a few times, then pushed himself inside you. “Oh, fuck,” you muttered involuntarily as he worked his cock inside you, stretching you far beyond what any of your high school boyfriends had managed. When you were ready, he positioned your legs over his shoulders and started to fuck you. The sound of his body slapping against yours filled the small room as your tits bounced in rhythm with his thrusts. It didn’t take long for you to cum again. Moments later he pulled out and stroked himself as he shot ropes of cum all the way from your pussy up to your tits. You admired the visual as he walked to the counter to find something for you to use to clean up.

He returned with some paper towel. Handing it to you before tucking his still semi-hard cock back inside his scrubs. Once you were clean it was back to business as usual. He made notes on his clipboard and told you what to expect next. There was some bloodwork needed, and the nurse would be back soon with a shot of some sort. He allowed you to dress, stealing a look or two as you did so. No doubt, trying to commit you to memory. When you were done he asked if you had any questions. “Nope,” you lied, sure that the questions you had didn’t match what he was willing to answer. He nodded, then turned to leave. “I’ll see you again in a year,” he said over his shoulder before closing the door behind him. “Yes, you will,” you thought to yourself as he left.

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Better

We shouldn’t be doing this.”

You whine, thighs shoved up to your stomach as your dad licks a broad stripe up your pussy. 

He only grunts and thrusts his tongue into your drippy hole, lapping up the slick leaking out. 

“Dad,” you keen, hands tangling in his messy hair as his stubbled jaw grinds against your pussy lips making you clench on his tongue. 

He pulls back with a wet slurp to spread your cunt open with his big hands, “Got the prettiest pussy, baby. Just had to taste it.”

You tug his hair but he only moans and goes back down on you, not budging an inch from greedily licking and kissing all over your mound and clit. 

“We shouldn’t be doing this, dad,” you gasp out, no longer trying to push his head away but bucking up into his mouth as he sucks on your pudgy clit. 

“Shhh, your mum’s still home,” he shushes you, flicking his tongue across your swollen bud, “behave and let dad eat you out, baby. Been needing this all day.”

Whimpering, you let him push your thighs even further up so he can bury his face in your soaked pussy. He flutters his tongue down until he’s lapping at your hole, slowly fucking the muscle in and out. 

You move one hand from gripping his hair to covering your mouth, eyes rolling back as your dad eats your pussy like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. He suddenly pulls away to climb up on your bed next to you.

He slaps your thigh with a smirk, “Sit on my face.”

Biting your lip, a hot flash of arousal pulses through your body making your cunt throb. 

“But—“

“A good daughter would sit that juicy fucking pussy on my face,” he growls out, eyes dark, “you can do it, baby, c’mon.”

Pussy dripping, you shakily turn and climb over your dad’s barrel chest and broad shoulders until you’re kneeling over his face. 

“Good girl,” he coos, “I want that pussy suffocating me. I’ll push you off if I need to.”

With that said, he grabs your hips and sits your cunt down onto his face with a groan. Mewling, you grind your cunt all over his mouth, feeling his stubble scrape and rub against your skin. Every time he moans or grunts, it sends little vibrations up through your pussy, making you grind down a little harder as you chase that feeling. 

He grabs the dough of your thighs and lifts you up a bit, sucking in a quick breath before letting you go and eagerly licking back into your cunt. 

“Dad,” you mewl softly, “god, this is so wrong.”

He groans so deep you feel his chest vibrate.  Feeling movement, you twist back to see him pulling his cock out from his undone slacks, bobbing and leaking against his clothes. 

“Fuck,” you moan, watching as he humps the air while he eats out your pussy. 

Straightening back up, you card your fingers through his hair while you ride his face, grinding down to feel his stubble roughly rub against your pussy. 

“‘M gonna have beard burn all over my cunt,” you whine down at him, “s’all your fault, dad.”

He slaps your ass and you squeal, feeling as he fucks his tongue up into your pussy. He grabs your ass and manhandles you onto the bed, pressing your back into the mattress. 

“Seems like you want me to rub this little pussy raw with my stubble, baby,” he laughs and buries his face back into your sopping wet cunt, “mmm, you’re soaked down here.”

“Daaad,” you gasp, thighs wrenched open by his hands as he shakes his head to grind his prickly face against your sensitive cunt. 

“My daughter has the hottest little pussy,” he lifts his head with a groan, lips shiny with slick, “missed eating good pussy since your mum’s not into it.”

“S’wrong, dad,” you mewl needily, “we should stop, shouldn’t like having your face buried in my cunt.”

He teases your clit with soft circles with his tongue, drooling a line of spit down onto your pussy. 

“Shhh, it’s not like I’m shoving my cock in this tight hole, baby,” he chuckles meanly before kissing your clit, “unless you want that. I’m just trying to eat some fat, wet pussy.”

Your hips buck up, grinding your cunt against his mouth as you moan.

“You like that?” he teases, “answer me, honey. Do you like your dad telling you how much he loves tasting his sweet girl’s sexy fucking cunt?”

Your head thrashes back and forth while he sucks your pudgy bud into his mouth. 

“Yes, yes, daddy,” you pant, “feels so dirty and good, love my dad’s mouth on my pussy.”

He growls, the vibrations making your cunt throb as he sucks and licks your swollen clit as he slips two fingers into your clenching hole. 

“Oh, oh, dad!” you squeal as he grinds against your g-spot, “you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Do it, soak my face,” he purrs, “be daddy’s good girl and cum for me.”

He flutters his tongue across your clit while his fingers grind into the spongy spot in your cunt until your back arches off the bed, orgasm whiting out your thoughts as you cum around his thick fingers. 

“Good girl,” he praises, fingers still buried knuckle deep in your pussy as he softly strokes your walls, “so soft and wet inside, baby. Makes me wanna slip my cock into this tight hole.”

Pulling his fingers out, you watch through dazed eyes as he shuffles up between your thighs, cock jutting from his slacks as he grabs the base. He smacks his cock down onto your mound, dragging his drooling tip down your slit before pressing the head into your soaked pussy. 

“Dad, no, we can’t,” you whimper, hands clawing at his forearms as he leans forward and braces his arms by your head, “dad, we shouldn’t. It’s so wrong.”

You don’t do anything to stop him as he humps his cock into your pussy until he bottoms out completely, balls pressing against your ass. Shuddering, you scratch your nails up his arms as you sink into the bed. 

“There we go,” he grunts, “I know it’s wrong, baby, but I just couldn’t help myself. That little pussy was just begging for my dick. Don’t you agree? Doesn’t it feel all nice and full having your pussy stuffed with daddy’s big cock?”

Your hands tangle in his hair as you grind your hips down, “Love my dad’s cock stretching me open, so full, feels so good, love your cock, daddy.”

He groans and pulls out until the tip is spearing you open then he fucks forward, thrusting his cock deep into your fluttering walls. 

“Good girl, that’s right, tell me how good it feels,” he leans down, lips brushing against yours, “don’t be shy, honey. Let me know how much you like this cock fucking you.”

You gasp and pull him down further to press your lips together. He groans and licks into your mouth easily, tongue fucking past your lips as his cock thrusts into your sopping wet cunt. 

“So good,” he says between kisses, “god, love you, baby, love you so much.”

Your heart races, pussy clamping down on him tightly as you eagerly kiss him back. 

“Mm yeah, daddy loves his gorgeous girl,” he kisses his way to your neck, “that’s why this feels so good, baby. Your little pussy knows how much I love you.”

Eyelashes fluttering, you cry out when he bites your neck and sucks the skin into his mouth. His hips rock against yours, balls smacking against your ass, while his pelvis grinds down on your swollen clit. 

“Dad, dad,” you whine, “‘m getting close.”

He doesn’t let up, cock pistoning in and out of your cunt creating sloppy wet sounds as you get even wetter. 

“Cum for me then, squeeze my cock so I can fill you up,” he pants, “you can do it, cum on daddy’s cock, baby.”

His teeth sink into your neck again and it pushes you over the edge. Cunt throbbing, you squeeze down on his cock tighter and tighter as you cover your mouth to stop from moaning so loudly. Your legs tighten around his waist until he can barely pull out, rutting his cock in short shallow thrusts as your climax starts to taper off. 

“So goddamn tight, Christ you feel so much better than your mother” he hisses by your ear, “get ready, daddy’s about to creampie your cute little pussy. All my cum is for you now. I don’t need your mother now, not when I have your tight… Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

With a strangled grunt, he buries his cock to the hilt and shoots his load deep inside your fluttering walls while your pussy softly milks him. 

“Taking it so good,” he kisses your jaw, fat tip spurting rope after rope of his thick cum into your clenching heat, “god, it’s so good.”

He grinds his hips down, cock kicking as he finishes stuffing you full of hot, sticky jizz. Raising up, he pulls out with a sigh; his half hard cock throbs as he watches his spend drip from your used pussy. 

He softly smacks your thigh with a grin, “Thanks for that, sweetheart. Now I can finally concentrate on getting some work done.”

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now i can’t stop thinking about being violated by my gynecologist, going in for my first pelvic exam, having no idea what to expect and being taken advantage of!!

him telling me to strip naked in front of him, no gown, completely nude on the exam table as he lifts my legs up into the stirrups, pussy open and completely exposed to him.

he’s so nice, so gentle as his ungloved fingers part my supple labia, voice soft as he explains my anatomy to me, rough fingertips tracing each fold.

“very good, nice and tight.” he’ll remark as he pushes a finger into my wet hole, smiling at me.

i’ll give him a nervous smile back, unsure of the new feeling his finger is coaxing out of me, nipples stiffening in the cold, sterile air of the exam room.

“I’m going to dilate you now.” he’ll say, pushing another finger in, pumping in and out in a steady rhythm before adding a third and repeating, stretching out my virgin pussy.

“you’ll want to close your eyes for this part sweetheart, this is going to hurt.” his voice is calming, and the fear of pain is enough for me to listen to him.

i’ll feel something warm and hard probing my entrance before he pushes it into me, slowly pushing past my hymen, inch by inch stretching me out as i wince in pain, the size of the instrument he’s using catching me off guard.

wait, didn’t my friends say it was supposed to be cold?

i’ll open my eyes just as he thrusts himself fully inside me, his pubic hair tickling my clit.

“w-what are you doing?” i’ll squeak out, too scared to scream.

“relax sweetheart, i’m examining your cervix. this way, i can feel it for myself. see?” he’ll reassure, thrusting forward, the tip of his dick hitting my cervix, the sharp pain making me yelp.

“just as i thought, healthy and tight, perfect for making a baby.” he’ll laugh, hips pulling out fully before slamming back inside of me, the pain bringing tears to my eyes.

“please doctor, stop.” i’ll plead, trying to sit up, but his hands grab my waist with an iron grip, holding me in place.

there’s something building inside of me, my clit aching as my stomach tightens, each thrust of his cock into me making it stronger and stronger.

i can feel my walls involuntarily contracting down around him, the sensation heightening.

“don’t worry, this is a natural bodily reaction to the kind of examination i’m giving you, just relax and let go.” he reassures, hand rubbing over my womb.

i do as he says, relaxing before the knot in my stomach starts to unravel, every muscle in my body tensing as a wave of euphoria crashes over me, pussy clamping down on his cock like a vice.

“you’re going to make such a beautiful mother.” he’ll muse before pumping me full of cum, hot strings shooting against my cervix💗