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d’ya ever want someone to suck on your tits and do it in a really pervy way? like hands underneath your top without discarding it— fingertips pulling down the cups of your bra to palm your soft pretty tits without unclasping any single bent hook from metal hold. taking greedy handfuls and murmuring under their breath with a little bit of wonder in their voice at how good you feel. and suddenly it’s like you’re not even there… just a pretty pair of tits with a mouth that happens to be moaning. i like it kinda perverse. somewhat eager sounding and even just like really greedy?? mmm fuck. midnight fingers all over my tits when i’m warm and sleepy, getting my nipples stiff enough to draw between their teeth. i get so wet having my nipples sucked on. no idea why but it makes me feel kinda crazy. probably just a sensitivity thing but uhh yeah i uhm i wanna have em sucked on perv style after someone gropes me through my clothes

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Guys Trip

The American Midwest was flashing beyond the windows of my buddy Sean’s Toyota as we sped down the interstate, trying to get to California as fast as possible.

In the front was Sean, the driver. Cal, one of Sean and I’s college buddies. I was sat behind Cal, and beside me was Ethan, one of Sean’s frat boy friends. This order had been decided at our last rest stop, approximately five hours ago over the state line. The floor was littered with garbage, and my bladder was extremely full.

I was being discreet about it. Manly, actually. I was ignoring it, stretching my long legs in front of me as far as they would go (not far. It was very cramped). I listened to Sean bitch about his girlfriend, Cal give sympathetic but uncaring sounds of support. Ethan was on his phone a lot, occasionally chiming in with some foolish half sentence. The IQ of the Toyota was dying with every mile, and I was desperate to get to San Diego already.

This was our boys trip, planned for the last three months, to crash at Cal’s sister house the week after graduation. The week after this week, we’d all be off on our various jobs and internships, and our time for being crazy college students would be officially over. I was leaving the east coast entirely, having taken a position in Texas.

As we sped along, listening to Seans denial for a stop to stretch our legs, I thought I wouldn’t miss these guys all that much.

“Cmon Sean, some of us have to piss,” I said, exasperated. I only spoke up at that time because, well, it was getting ridiculous, and I had never felt so full in my life. A huge gas station soda was in there, which Sean promptly threw out the window when he decided his car was too full of garbage. God, I hated him sometimes. Littering? Really?

“Dont be a pussy. We’re making great time. Well stop after we cross state lines.”

“Thats in like, two more hours,” Cal complained in his California surfer boy voice, it often got me rolling my eyes but quietly jealous.

“Ill step on it, you babies.”

He did, but this part of road was quite busy and there was only so fast you could go.

Here’s the issue, I’ve been in this position before, and my body knew what to do.

I was holding it like a champ, but my cock was hardening in my pants.

It didn’t help that my hand was over my thigh, really. Over my cock.

My sophomore year of college, I was taking a two hour exam. I had woken up late and had to run to the room. I hadn’t been able to piss that morning and I smelled like alcohol from the night before. It was all sloshing around in my bladder as I tried to focus on the words in front of me.

I was sure I was going to fail and piss myself, until I grabbed my dick, firmly, through my pants.

It was pleasurable, for some reason, almost immediately. I had to stop a quiet moan. My cock got noticeable hard but the desk covered it. I took mh test, feeling I had no risk for wetting myself.

Standing up to turn it in was embarrassing, but necessary, and afterwards I ran to the bathroom. I only had a small wet spot on the front of my boxers when I made it. It worked.

So I squeezed, and shut my eyes, and prayed that I could manage this for two hours.

Until the accident.

No, not my accident. I said I’m tough, remember? Manly?

A car accident, way up ahead. A bad one, if the standstill traffic had anything to say.

And I started to panic.

“Fuck, I have to piss right now I can’t wait for this.”

But we were in the middle lane, cars on both sides of us. Beyond them were just flat fields with no trees.

“Whiny ass,” Sean said. I hated him.

“Fuck you.”

I squeezed myself hard, gasping.

“You better not piss in my car.”

“Fuck you,” I repeated. Cal turned around in the seat to look at me. His face turned red almost immediately.

“Unbutton your pants,” he said.

“They are.” My hand was down the front of my jeans holding myself, it was tight and uncomfortable on my wrist.

“Well, take your dick out and you can hold it better.”

“Did Cal just tell you to take out your dick? Gayyyy.”

“Shut up, idiot. So he can not piss all over your car.”

I looked to the windows.

“Theyre tinted.” Cal said, turning back around.

I bit back a whimper as I looked at them, able to see the driver of the car beside me even though he couldn’t see me.

I took his advice and freed my cock, but I kept it in my blue underwear for now. The tip was a little wet with pre cum, which was embarrassing.

“Holy shit, he’s hard,” Ethan announced with a small laugh. I glanced over to him but his brown eyes were firmly on my dick.

Suddenly I felt all my piss rush down, I had been neglecting my job. I yelped and grabbed on. Sean was laughing hysterically at my girly noise.

I didn’t pee, I didn’t pee, I didn’t pee.

I rubbed at my cock with one hand, my other firmly clenched over the tip. The car moved forward maybe half an inch.

“Well be in this traffic an hour,” Sean complained. “Then we’ll go to a gas station.”

I felt like crying, but I couldn’t, not in front of them. I also couldn’t piss in front of them.

“Hey, man.” Ethan said. I looked over to him. He was suddenly a lot closer to me, having put up the cup holder divider. His dark eyes were serious, pink mouth slightly open.

“I know a way to help you hold it.”

I’d do anything at that point.

“What?”

“Take it out. Of your underwear.”

“What?”

“Take it out it’s not helping at all.”

I really didn’t want to get my hard, weeping, red cock out in front of these guys, but I did what he said.

I felt a rush of relief as my cock hit the hair. Firmly grabbing myself, I did not piss.

“Fuck,” Ethan said, staring at it. “Its…”

He stopped, leaning a little closer.

“I know how to help you, okay?”

“Uh? What do you mean?”

Sean was watching us in the mirror. I looked at Ethan, his mouth coming ever closer, with red cheeks and hope in my chest.

“Can i suck it?”

“What?”

“WHAT?” Sean said at the same time as me.

“Its not gay. It’ll help you not pee in his car.”

“What, you want him to piss in your mouth?”

“Fuck no! But it’s distracting, as long as he doesn’t come.”

“This is gay.”

“Shut up,” Ethan said, leaning away a little, which scared me.

“No, no it’s not! Yeah, Ethan, you can. If you want to.” Why he’d want his mouth anywhere near my penis, I didn’t know. But it’d take it, if it would help.

Ethan leaned closer, determination in his body language. He pushed my hand off my cock and immediately took hold at the base. The touch was unexpected and foreign, and it had my body instantly excited.

“Just focus on what I’m doing, ok? Nothing else.”

My legs fell open as he got in his belly and inched a bit closer, his long tongue slid out to lick at the tip, and my head fell back against the window as I gasped.

“Gay. Holy fuck. In my fucking car!”

“Shut up Sean.” I said.

Ethan’s plump lips wrapped around the head, I opened his eyes to see his staring at me. Eye contact always turned me on. His long eyelashes fluttered as he slid further down. It had just started, and it was already the best head I’d ever gotten.

He kept his slow, hot, wet pace on my cock, pulling off when I felt close to the edge. At some point, Sean was taking pictures of us but neither seemed to care much.

“Im black mailing you both I hope you know that. Fags.”

I whimpered, Ethan’s tongue sliding over my slit, and immediately I felt my piss on the edge.

I pulled him off by his hair, he looked up at me, dazed, as a little spurt of piss sprayed out and down onto my pants.

We looked each other, wide eyed. Ethan mimed shhh at me. We waited, holding on. Nothing more came, and he resumed, licking me like a popsicle.

Maybe I was gay, or bisexual, or nothing. It didn’t matter to me right then. He was really helping, truly, and I was grateful.

“Holy fuck, cal is hard. This car is full of fags.”

Sean said as traffic started moving.

“Dont act like you aren’t tenting your gym shorts right now.”

“Ok, but only because this car is filled with sounds of sloppy. Little guy doesn’t know that it’s two guys back there.”

Cal snickered.

As we moved, Ethan pulled off.

“Two miles to a gas station,” Sean announced. “Boy play time is over.”

Only, it wasn’t. It just got gayer, in my opinion.

Ethan took the liberty of putting me back in my underwear for me, but then he did something infinitely more embarrassing.

He laid his head on my lap and mouthed at my cock, through my underwear. He was getting them wet himself doing this, and the sensation had me so on edge I was squirming and whimpering freely, unable to keep quiet.

And then, the unthinkable happened.

I pissed. Long and hard into my underwear.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned, it was wonderful. Ethan was still touching along the base of my cock, where it was dry, and Ethan’s attention, plus my quick relief, pushed me over the edge before I realiZed what was happening.

I came in my underwear, moaning low, my head thrown back. Fuck, it was one of the best orgasms of my life.

And when it was over, I was actively pissing my pants.

My jeans were filling with piss fast. Ethan had to sit up to avoid the flood. He sat and watched as they darkened around the top and spread down my knees before hitting the floor. Piss pattered onto the empty fast food bags at my feet. Everyone knew what happened instantly, and Sean was yelling.

By the time we made it to the gas station, my accident was over and every inch of my jeans were soaked through. I held back tears, because I’m manly and tough, but it was hard when Sean took pictures of me after I got out of the car.

I changed into some clothes I had packed, and Ethan kindly mopped up what he could from the floor, but I had to sit on a towel on the piss soaked seat all the way to California, the windows down.

“Thanks for trying to help me out back there,” I said later that night ethan still beside me even though Sean and Cal switched spots.

“Dont worry about it.” He said in his usual frat boy voice. Gone we’re the porn star eyes and expert touches. For the best, really.

As we drove under streetlights, though, I could see ethan grabbing his cock through his shorts. I tried to recall if he went to the bathroom at the rest stop.

He looked at me, my mouth watered.

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Please let me go...🥺

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a comforting hand in their hair and a sincere, supportive "hey, don't talk bad about yourself, okay? you're going to be an incredible mother, i promise" is worth even more when they're kicking and struggling and crying under you and begging for you to please, please pull out because they can't get pregnant now

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by @justanotherhornyteacher

I broke my toy a few days ago and had to go back to the old ways. Fortunately, humping my pillow while imagining riding daddy's lap was just what I needed.

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please... my tits... you have to grope them and pull my top down to expose them and suck on them... there's not much time left... i'll explain later... just do it okay..

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butch gf whose hands never leave my tits when

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by dumbboyblog

talking through a little fantasy where I start off dominant and then get flustered when you ask me to cum inside

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There’s nothing better than having him in her lap. Just holding him and squeezing him around his shoulders.

“Oh, honey, are you leaking right now?”

“Mm? I don’t know,” he says quietly, eyes closed.

“You totally are. You’re going pee-pee in your pants right now.”

He opens his eyes and squints at the big dark spot forming on his crotch. “Ohh,” he whispers. “I guess I am. I didn’t notice.”

“Do you want to go to the potty? Come on, let’s go to the potty.”

He’s reluctant to get off her lap. “You’re so heavy for a skinny boy,” she mutters. She manages to heave him to his feet.

“Stop peeing,” she says as another jet comes out and darkens his pants all the way down to the knee.

“Oops, sorry,” he says. She puts her hands on his back and he hobbles to the bathroom. Halfway there he grabs his dick through his pants.

When they get to the bathroom he’s damp all across his lap and part of his butt, with dark lines running down to his knees. “Almost didn’t make it,” he says proudly as his goes for his fly.

‘Looks like most of it ended up in your pants.’ She doesn’t say that out loud. “Toilet, diaper, or towel?” she asks.

He looks at her with a mischievous but slightly embarrassed expression, chewing on his pinky nail. “Towel,” he says.

She reaches into the cupboard and brings out one of their raggedy, old towels, already folded up. When she turns around, he’s squeezing his dick hard, bending over a little to try to stop himself. She helps him straddle the towel and leads him over to the toilet. He eases himself onto the toilet lid, towel firmly between his legs, and lets go.

“Oh, fuck, that feels amazing.”

It smelled like pee in the bathroom before, but now it’s even stronger. The towel is quickly getting soaked.

“You had to pee a lot, huh?”

“Yeah,” he murmurs, biting his nail again. “Oh, fuck, I think I’m finished. Can you get me off? Please? Please?”

“Why don’t you beg a little harder?”

He doesn’t pick up on the sarcasm. “Please! Please touch me! Oh my god!”

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my body doesn't tell me I have 2 pee until I'm so desperate that I literally bite my lip n roll my eyes back in my head when I finally get 2 go. why aren't there any mean girls here 2 laugh at me n tell me I'm not allowed while they press on my bladder

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If I had a girlfriend I would be addicted to pulling down her top and looking at her tits. I would be squeezing them, and pinching them whenever I was bored, mid-conversation I’d be grabbing them until she loses her train of thought.

I’d be lifting her shirt up and laughing at her just cause I know how much it turns her on. I’d be telling her to show her friends how pretty they are. I’d be telling them to cop a feel while she pants and buries her embarrassed little face in my neck.

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need a pretty girl to fuck me softly while rubbing my big bump.

“you want another one mama?”

“look at these titties doll, so swollen and full of life for our little one”

“gonna give you another baby soon, okay mama?

“shhh my love, take it. i’ve got you.”

“look so pretty like this”

“wanna keep you pregnant forever…..”

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by cookiesnmilks

Daddy caught me by surprise this morning. He's usually so tired when he gets home from work, but he wanted to toy with his babygirl. Thank you for joining us.

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I'm really into the idea of my partner treating me peeing myself as a party trick to show people.

It's been a long night of holding it for them. It gets to the point that I can't think straight. That distracting uncomfortable pressure that makes me squirm in my seat.

And they bring me to a group of their friends "She's been holding for a couple hours, I can make her pee herself on command" and the all crowd around. They tell me to let it go, so i do it. A bunch of laughter while warm pee runs down my legs. I feel a mix of embarrassment and relief. Then spend the rest of the night in my pee soaked clothes. Getting weird looks from people.

On top of that Id no longer have to go to the bathroom for the rest of that night. My pants are already peed in. So I'll just add to it. Although I'll be getting pee all over the house.

I idk maybe I'm weird

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make me believe you’ve put a condom on and then, right before you cum inside me, reveal that you’re bare

“ready to be a mommy, babygirl?”

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Imagine having a perverted ghost obsessed with exposing you. They gradually turn you into the town whore.

It starts with your clothes disappearing. You go to your closet and all you have for bottoms are skirts. Your panties and bras disappear one by one until you just stop wearing them.

Whenever you walk by a man in public, your skirt blows up whether there's wind or not. Every man in town has seen your pussy by now. Many of them see it daily.

If you're wearing white, you can guarantee you'll have water spilled on you at some point during the day. People like to joke about your free wet tshirt contests.

Your shirt unbuttons itself while you talk to people. Most people don't mention it anymore. They just stare at your bare tits until you realize.

People in town trade the best stories of seeing you naked. That time your bikini fell off at the beach and you couldn't find it and the day the wind blew your sundress fully off at the town fair are top favorites.

Eventually, people get bolder. They start taking photos of your clothing mishaps. The ghost is always sure to hold your skirt up long enough for them to get a good shot. Pictures of your ass, tits, and pussy are everywhere.

Not only do they not tell you when your shirt falls open, people start to grope you. It's not even worth fighting it. You let them feel you up until they've had their fill. Eventually, people don't even pretend they need to talk to you. They come to see you just to play with your tits.

The ghost doesn't even need to lift your skirt anymore. People in town will lift it up just to squeeze or slap your ass.

You get used to being fingered out in public. On the bus, in line at the store, even at work. Everyone has seen your pussy anyway.

People start licking your pussy every time you ride the bus. You sit with your legs open so people can taste you on their morning commute. You don't remember what it was like to ride the bus without a tongue inside you.

Every man in town as fucked you at some point. Most of the women too. Instead of paying at the store, you bend over and let anyone present abuse your pussy. You lose count of how many men shove their dick inside you daily.

Your porn becomes the town's main export. Videos of you being fucked in every possible location are all over the internet. People travel to town just to fuck you. Instead of shaking hands, you introduce yourself by spreading your legs.

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Like or reblog this post if you're ovulating and craving someone to pin you down and pump you full of their sticky seed. Bonus points if you're not on birth control.