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[godsofdusk]

waking up to your boyfriend's mouth around your aching cock, hot and wet. tongue teasing the tip as you groan and try not to burst right then and there, looking down at his sleep-tousled hair and the mischievous glint in his eyes. but it's a lost battle when his hand comes up to massage your sack gently and he swallows you all the way to the base, throat bulging as he bobs his head in time with his hand. you spasm against his tongue, stomach clenching deep inside as you bury your hands in his hair and come right down his throat. he promised you were going to like your new alarm clock, and boy was he right.

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group therapy but it's the other participants groping your body roughly, pushing you down as you struggle, not even taking your clothes off all the way before they fuck your holes. the plastic chairs are cheap and cold and groan under the combined weight of the man holding you on his lap, fucking up into your body, and another with a leg propped up and forcing his fat cock into your ass at the same time. someone else grabs a fistful of your hair and jerks himself off with your mouth. once everyone's had a turn breaking the newbie in, leaving you a crying, panting mess crumpled on the floor, the therapist steps up and asks you how that situation made you feel. he forces you to describe it in detail as he fucks you too, ass in the air and face down on the lino in front of the group, until he pulls out and shoves his cock between your lips and you can't get any more words out. it will get easier with time, he says, as everyone works through their issues. that's what group therapy's for - helping each other out. then he cums down your throat in hot, thick ropes, leaving you coughing and gagging as he invites the group forward again.

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Hello Pear. Great writing. Really enjoyed the story about the twins, so sexy. Would you take a request for a school girl and her music teacher please. That kind of student and teacher dynamic. I think your writing would really do a story like that justice. Thank you.

glad you're enjoying this little blog so far ♡ say less, i can definitely do that - guess who learnt piano all thru school! just a heads up that even though all my writing's fictional, that student/teacher stuff can be questionable for others so i'm gonna leave her exact age a lil vague (e.g. high school vs. maybe uni or postgrad) to ensure everyone can enjoy it. keep an eye out!

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when you signed up to be a product tester for different companies, you were picturing cleaning gadgets, kitchen appliances, maybe some accessibility installs or new home technology. what you hadn't pictured was being invited to a remote facility to test out a fancy new massage chair, where you weren't even allowed to set foot inside the building until you'd signed a whole tree's worth of waivers and NDAs. it felt strange and secretive, but by taking this job you were getting an extra bonus on top of your monthly pay, so you didn't think too hard about it until you arrived.

the reception area was nice, but empty. staffed only by a polite woman at the counter. no branding or logos anywhere. after another round of forms you barely read and ID being processed, an official-looking man holding a tablet and dressed in a lab coat arrived to show you into the facility. he had glasses and grey at his temples, but if he told you his name when he greeted you, you didn't catch it.

you let him walk you down echoing hallways and through badge-locked doors, where you passed no one but another man wearing an identical coat. then you let him lead you into a tiled room, brightly lit and sparsely furnished with a large two-way mirror on one wall. and then, you let him strap you into the almost dentist-like chair in its centre, half-reclined with your feet in stirrups. you were a bit confused at the restraints, but he wasn't explaining, so you didn't ask any questions.

"that's not too tight?" he asked, fastening another buckle at your hip. you said no, and he tightened it again. "how does that feel?" he then asked, spreading the stirrups wider and stretching your legs open. when you said okay, he nodded and pushed them a little further. your introduction to the massage chair continued like this until he was pushing your head back against a cushioned rest, and a gag was being stretched over your lips.

you couldn't contain your shock: you opened your mouth to refuse, or at least demand to know what was going on, but all he did was shove the gag in and fasten it on the other side of your head. your arms were tied down, your rising voice muffled. that was when he pulled a pair of industrial scissors from his coat, and began methodically cutting your clothes from your body.

you thrashed then, trying to yell and tell him to stop, but the gag garbled your words, and the restraints were so tight you could only clench your fists and twist your torso. unfazed, he cut away your shirt and bra, pulling them from beneath you. then off came your shoes, one leg of your jeans, then the next. for a moment, all you were left in were your panties, cool air caressing the skin of your inner thighs, and he seemed to take a moment to appreciate the sight before he cut them right off you too.

you didn't know what to do: you almost felt like crying. there you were, laid back and tied down, bare and spread for a strange man's gaze. you tried to beg him--for help or anything, what, you didn't know--but the man simply looked you over, checking a fastening here and there, gathered up your clothes, and left the way he came.

you were left by yourself in that room, but not really. the two-way mirror was directly across from you, and in its dark reflection you had an unobstructed view of your struggling limbs, your unprotected pussy. even without seeing them, you knew there must have been a team of researchers watching you from the other side.

mind panicking, trying to rationalise this situation, this chair--could you remember reading about any of this in the forms you signed?--you kept tugging at the straps and tonguing at the gag. something clicked and you thought you might have a chance to free yourself: you hadn't known what to expect, but this certainly wasn't it. this was just supposed to be a massage chair, a harmless product testing--

rather than the restraints loosening, something cold touched your bottom and you jumped. you could only see it in the window: a curved metal protrusion of some sort, slipping out from the chair and between your cheeks, up to your pussy. you whimpered, twisting against the restraints. but you couldn't put any distance between you and it, so you were forced to endure the sensation of it rising up against you, only to pull back and rise again. up and down it went, moving against you slowly, firmly, spreading your lips and bumping against your clit with every pass.

you don't know how much time passed like that, where the only sound in the room was soft, robotic whirring, and your ragged breathing around the gag as you fought against the tingling warmth rising in your body. you couldn't help growing wet from the constant stimulation, and soon the damning sound of your wetness could be heard echoing through the room too.

there was another subtle click and the metal rod began moving faster against you, rubbing against your pussy without pause. you jerked and whimpered again, squirming in the chair. you told yourself there was an audience on the other side of that mirror. you were in a weird place tied to a weird machine. this was not the time to be feeling as good as you were, but then--another click. it picked up speed again, the sensations relentless and inescapable, but when it started vibrating as well, all thoughts except chasing that white-hot pleasure left you. your body spasmed uncontrollably and you came apart, flooding the rod as your helpless moans were muffled by the gag. it kept rubbing you through your orgasm, and you barely heard the other click as it started to slow again.

but then the rod lengthened. it rose between your legs just enough for you to see that it was more of a curving, prehensile robotic limb than a rod, its rounded metal head curving over to kiss the entrance of your pussy. fear cut through the haze of pleasure as your struggles renewed: what was that? what were they trying to do to you? but with your legs spread wide and pussy pulsing from your orgasm, your body offered no resistance as it began to push its way inside.

you moaned helplessly as the first inch sunk into you, cold and unforgiving. there was more whirring as the chair shuddered for a moment, and strange metal arms unfolded and rose either side of your breasts. their ends opened to reveal what looked like miniature head massagers, with thin, curving fingers. you babbled against the gag and desperately shook your head, but no matter how much you squirmed, the appendage in your pussy kept slowly splitting you open, and those arms lowered down over your nipples with precision.

what you thought was about to be a painful pinch was actually like the delicate brush of tiny metal fingertips, teasing your nipples and hardening them to points, caressing the sensitive skin around your breasts and swirling around the peaks. yet another click and they began to apply pressure, alternating between tweaking and pulling your nipples in time with the metal arm that had begun thrusting. they settled into a perfect, torturous rhythm.

somewhat distantly, you realised the researchers must be controlling the chair, toying with your naked body as they saw fit. you could almost picture them standing at the glass, watching and writing down your reactions as they tested the features of their machine on your prone form. that thought was punctuated by a particularly hard thrust and pull of your nipples, and you told yourself that's what made you come, moaning as your legs shook and your wetness dripped onto the table--not your phantom audience.

you were subject to their every whim, whimpering and twitching with every movement of the metal arms. once it found your g-spot it kept its focus there, curved up and stroking your insides steadily. at some point, a thinner one had stretched up to your clit, where it lay against your bud vibrating at different rhythms, intensities, and speeds. sometimes there were two arms thrusting in and out of your pussy in alternating motions, at other times there were clamps that came down on your hips to hold you steady as the machine fucked up into you rapidly. you were pushed up and down like a ragdoll on the chair, made to come in quick succession, then edged for so long that when the vibrator finally found your clit again you nearly screamed as you orgasmed.

you felt like you were breaking, dying. your whole body was flushed, sensitive, and you thought you heard your own voice moaning from somewhere faraway, but still the machine continued. every setting, from gentle to rough, had you seeing stars; there was no stopping, no letting up. you were a cumming, thoughtless mess, little more than a warm, boneless body held up by the chair.

when, finally, it started to slow and the appendages peeled away from your body, you didn't know whether to cry from relief or their absence. your eyes had been screwed shut for a while, but now your brow relaxed, tension leaving you. you were exhausted, spent, and could feel your heartbeat all over. all you wanted to do was lay there and catch your breath.

but there was the sound of a door opening, then a latex glove touched your thigh and your eyes flew open: the man who had shown you inside was standing between your spread legs, his pants unzipped and hard cock in hand. "great work today," he said. "we really appreciate your time. now all that's left is double-checking the results, right?"

you tried to summon the strength to protest, but your efforts were just as futile as they were when you arrived. the restraints held you tight, the gag quiet, as he pushed his cockhead straight into your waiting pussy with a pop, already drenched and ready for his use. "so wet," he groaned. "that last combination must have been a show-stopper."

his thrusts were punishing from the start, like he'd been waiting for this moment: pushing all the way in, pulling all the way out, and ramming in again. it wasn't like you needed any preparation and he fucked you hard, fast, lab coat flapping at his thighs. he gripped the strap around your waist tightly as he slammed his cock deep inside you. his body was almost unbearably hot compared to the metal from before, and you moaned when his gloved thumb found your clit and rubbed it side to side. he was pushing you over the edge again, every muscle tightening up as you drowned in wave after wave of pleasure.

his movements picked up speed, hips stuttering, and all of a sudden he was bent over and rutting into you like an animal. your orgasm triggered his, and then he was groaning and cumming as your pussy milked him: pressed balls-deep inside you, cock twitching and shooting ropes of cum deep into your pussy. after a deep breath he pushed off you unceremoniously, pulling out and patting your ankle as he turned away.

behind him were the other researchers, hanging back and waiting patiently, a whole team of them lined up to take their turn with you. some still wore their white coats and tented slacks, but others were already fully undressed, stroking their cocks to your muffled whimpers. you could barely catch your breath, chest heaving, and you wondered how many had already come to you being fucked mercilessly by the machine, jerking themselves off on the other side of the glass. or maybe they had been edging themselves inside, hard and aching until it was time for them to fill you, to appreciate the result of their machine.

the next man stepped up to your prone form, his erection longer and thicker than the first, and despite your pleasure-drunk haze, you tried to shake your head no, it's not going to fit, i can't take much more, please--

but with a few slaps of his cock against your clit, he forced himself inside too. just like the machine he started shallow, somehow opening you up even more with each rock of his hips, but soon he was plowing straight into you, forcing his length in again and again. all you could do was moan, eyes falling shut as you came yet again, walls fluttering around his cock. he kissed and licked your nipples, savouring the way your body reacted, and you must have blacked out for a little while, because then he was cumming too, bottoming out somewhere deep inside, throbbing and filling you with warmth.

your body was oversensitive, pushed straight over the edge over and over again. but over and over again you were pounded, each researcher young and old emptying his balls deep inside you, or pulling out just enough to come all over your restrained body. some teased your breasts, some licked and sucked at your clit, some rubbed their hands up and down your thighs as they watched their length disappear into your tender, swollen pussy. but by the time the last man had pulled out of your twitching and shuddering body, the first one was raring and ready to go, over and over again.

it was little wonder that after you were made to come so many times, passing out on one cock just to come to on another, that by the time the researchers had their fill and you had well and truly had your brains fucked out: you barely felt the hands that freed you from the massage chair or realised when your limp body was carried from the room. your job was finally done.

but when you came to properly, you were tucked into what looked like a hospital bed, washed, cleaned, and dressed in new clothes (just a company-issued t-shirt, tracksuit pants, and what looked like cotton underwear). on the table beside you was a pitcher of water and array of lunch items, as well as a tall stack of papers held together with an alligator clip, titled: "[redacted] focus-group one: testing and feedback." a sticky note was stuck to the top with a smiley face, asking you to provide written feedback on pages 32 and 33.

as you sat there, staring out of what must have been one of the only windows in the facility and sipping your glass of water, you knew you would've done it all over again, even without the extra pay.

that massage chair was worth it alone.

tw: creampie, dubious consent, fucking machine, forced orgasm, group, medical setting, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, tentacles??, voyeurism

[godsofdusk]

tw: creampie, dubious consent, fucking machine, forced orgasm, group, medical setting, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, tentacles??, voyeurism

[godsofdusk]

i've got some insane drafts right now idek which one to focus on because they all feel so delicious

[godsofdusk]

you take your time worshipping her body. unzipping her shirt, laying her back, baring her for your exploration. she's trying so hard to stay still, to not breathe too deeply, and how could you not indulge her when you know she's hanging on your every breath, every touch, your every movement. you brush your lips against her navel. then press a hot, open-mouthed kiss against her belly. as she arches in your palms, your hands creep up, slipping up her sides to brush the underside of a breast. she feels like heaven, so warm and soft, ready and waiting for anything you might do to her. but tonight--as she whimpers when your thumb brushes the tender skin around a nipple, dancing around its hard peak--you want her to know you're taking your time.

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i've been submitting a few job applications recently & can confidently say: writing literal p*rn > writing statements of claim

why is one like giggling & kicking my feet and the other like pulling teeth with a plier (no local anesthesia). and why does the one that pays me cold hard cash have to be the painful one :(

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the kiss starts gentle, almost inquisitive, and her mouth is soft and warm against your own. when you thread a hand into her hair she sighs, and burrows against it for more. it doesn't take much to fall into an easy rhythm, giving, taking, coaxing her lips open with the first touch of your tongue. it's like you're made for each other, breathing the same air, eyes closed as you move in time, and warmth sweeps over you from head to toe as your tongue delves into her mouth. she tastes divine: hot, wet, perfect. it isn't long before the kiss turns into something more, something hungrier, where her lips grow heavier and sweet little sounds mark her breaths. you swallow each one down, both hands in her hair now, and she nips teasingly at your tongue. you tighten your grip, capturing her bottom lip with your teeth: even though the kiss started gentle, it certainly isn't going to finish that way.

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the twins liked to share.

ever since childhood, they had shared clothes, food, interests, toys. but they were older now, wiser, well-established in their careers with a house of their own, and the kind of toy they had their eye on had changed.

she was lovely really, a sweet girl who was both beautiful and eager to please. she herself was easy to keep happy: delighted with all the sweet words, ribbons and bows that came with a romance with an older man, flattered to have the committed date nights every friday that her friends begged for, the weekend day-trips once a month that her past boyfriends never made the time for. they shopped together for new clothes, went to fancy dinners in low-light restaurants, had a moonlight picnic on the beach for valentine's day. the only thing was, she had no idea that her "boyfriend" was actually two brothers: the first, born a proud six minutes earlier, and his identical twin, the second.

she had no idea that the man who took her shopping and kissed her passionately in the changeroom was different to the man who took her to dinner, tipped champagne down her throat, and gripped her thigh a little too high under her dress. she had no idea that when first left to grab a blanket that night on the beach, that second was the one who returned, draped its polite cover over their legs, and slipped his fingers into her panties like they belonged there all along. she had no idea that they were testing her, wondering if she'd notice when they slipped up--surely she caught me this time--seeing if she was the perfect little toy they'd been looking for all along.

so when her boyfriend invited her to his place for a homecooked dinner, with a teasing promise of but do you think you can handle dessert?, she had no reason to be suspicious. if anything, she was buzzing with excitement.

as planned, dinner was ready shortly after she arrived, and her boyfriend kept her wine glass full as the evening progressed. they talked and laughed, getting cozy in their date-night finery, and she never realised when he ducked to the bathroom and returned with a black tie instead of red. when he drew her to her feet, leading her down the hallway to the bedroom, she didn't ask why the place was so big, with more rooms than one man would need on his own, and didn't comment when he left the door wide open.

but she couldn't help her nervous giggle when she saw the bed, ready and waiting.

first loosened his black tie, pulling it off with purpose. "i'm going to blindfold you. it makes everything more intense." he wasn't lying, but it would also mean she wouldn't see his brother, waiting in the wings, until it was too late.

after only a moment's hesitation she agreed, turning to let him wrap the tie across her eyes and knot it tightly against the back of her skull. he immediately drew his hands across her shoulders, down her arms, and reached around to cup her breasts over her dress. she gave a delighted little mmm and arched into his hands, encouraging him, and he kneaded them gently. though he could barely control himself, he knew these first few moments were important. she wasn't past the point of no return yet, and he had to take it slowly.

one strap at a time, her dress fell from her shoulders, then he unzipped it down to her waist. it wasn't long before he had her half-laid back on the bed, matching bra and panties discarded, with only the tie over her eyes. he leant over, propped up on one hand by her head, and kissed her so deeply her head spun.

when her boyfriend drew back, he cleared his throat. a moment later her ears caught a sound by the end of the bed, like someone was moving around or undressing.

"what was that?" she panicked, hand going for the blindfold.

"ssh," first caught her hand in his, holding it down, and pressed a wet, open-mouthed kiss against her lips. "that's just what it's like when you can't see. it's just us, no need to fret."

he shot his little brother--because that's what he was, an irresponsible, over-eager, six-minute younger little brother--a glare as he froze with his shirt half-off.

she felt her boyfriend lean away for a moment, then there were hands at her ankles, squeezing them, running up her naked legs. worries momentarily forgotten, her knees fell open, unknowingly baring herself completely to another man. first stepped away completely, letting second take over.

when he reached that delicate crease between leg and pussy, she trembled and skated her fingers up his shoulders, surprised to find him shirtless, but buried both hands in his hair when his tongue found her clit. he sucked it into his mouth, fingers still stroking her folds, and teased it with his tongue. when she grew needer, hips moving against his face, he became bolder: fingers delving to her entrance and sinking inside. she was so hot, so wet, and just the feeling of his fingers disappearing into her pussy was driving him mad.

he crooked his fingers once, twice, and she nearly came right off the bed. but before she could chase her orgasm there was a soft squirting sound, then the feeling of liquid against her asshole.

she jerked, shying away from the sensation, but the fingers delved back into her pussy and drew out a moan before she could protest. second's tongue returned to flicking and sucking at her clit, rekindling a warmth deep within her belly. hazy with pleasure, she warmed up to the fingers teasing the entrance of her asshole as well, circling slowly, testing her body. he knew she was on that precipice again when she started rocking her hips in his hands, and second began to push his middle finger into her ass.

the hole was tight, untried. resisted his intrusion before a little more force had it giving way with a gentle pop. she gasped, freezing for a moment, but second soothed her with more attention on her clit and a little more prodding at her g-spot. he moved his hands together in time, pumping her pussy and ass in alternating motions, and when she was ready, he pressed another finger into her tight hole, thrusting them in together and then scissoring it open. readying it for something much bigger.

"what are you doing?" she whimpered, eyebrows furrowed and lips trembling.

"doesn't it feel good?" he asked instead. he knew she was out of her depth, maybe even a little afraid, but she couldn't deny how good he was making her feel, the way he was playing her body like an instrument, and there was no way she would bring herself to ask him to stop.

his own cock felt like it was going to explode, erection straining against the fly of his slacks, and he wanted nothing more than to unzip them and plunge his cock straight into her waiting wetness. but his brother watched them hungrily, and lust had drawn him so close to the bed it was a wonder she didn't feel the heat radiating off his body.

she was more than ready, evidence all over his hands and her heaving chest, but she wasn't his to take, not yet. he was second, and that wasn't their agreement. first was already fully undressed with his cock in hand, pumping it lazily, its head glistening with precum, and soon it would be his turn.

second kissed and sucked and finger-fucked her until she was a moaning, writhing mess on the bed, back arching and hips stuttering, and then with another firm pass of his thumb over her clit she came apart completely, teeth clenched and whining deep in her throat. her pussy spasmed greedily around his fingers, flooding his hands and begging for more as she came.

now, she was ready to be shared.

her boyfriend pulled back, slipping out from between her legs, and got off the bed. she took a moment to breathe, but it was hard to hang on to the vestiges of her orgasm when she was left empty and pulsing around nothing. she had no idea what he was doing but he returned quickly in a rustle of sheets, weight dipping the end of the bed, and his hot mouth slammed into hers. a surprised squeak escaped her--he was forceful, devouring her lips and shoving his tongue down her throat.

then she felt the bed dip again behind her, and hot breath against her neck.

"surprise," her boyfriend murmured, right in her ear.

she struggled in the kiss, scared, confused, still blindfolded. she was pulled roughly to her knees, then hands gripped her under her thighs, lifting her up. her hand flew to the tie and pushed it away, eyes taking a moment to adjust, to take in the twins, and that beautiful mouth parted in wordless shock as she jerked back, slamming into second.

"what's going on, no, no - wait - " she cried out, but first's cock was already kissing the entrance of her drenched pussy. no matter how hard she tried to push him away, to keep him at bay, second held her tight as first forced himself in, inch after inch until he bottomed out inside her.

first pumped into her roughly, jerking her body against second's erect cock at her back, and she moaned. then he kissed her again, drowning out any other protests as he took her weight from his brother. second lined himself up with her ass, drawing his cockhead up and down between her cheeks, and she thrashed in first's grip. whether she was still begging them to stop or begging him for more, second never paused, and on his next pass through her wetness, he thrust his whole length straight into her ass.

she froze completely, the feeling of both cocks nestled deep within her body too much to bear. hyperaware of the thin wall of skin separating the two, she could feel their every heaving breath, every twitch and throb, amplified hundredfold.

"you feel that? you're completely stuffed," first said against the corner of her mouth, voice straining.

"you're so tight," second groaned against her neck. "once we're through with you, you won't walk straight for a week." he thrust up once, roughly, to emphasise his point and his brother swore. the feeling of their cocks rubbing against each other inside her wiped any thought from her mind. it felt like they were going to split her in two, each man pushing and pulled and carving out space for himself deep in her belly.

patience gone, the twins set a brutal pace. there wasn't a moment when she wasn't filled with someone's cock, their alternating rhythm filling her ass and then her pussy without pause, and she lost track of the hands holding her up, pinching her nipples, rubbing and groping at her flesh. they were merciless. first used one hand to grab her jaw, turning her face for another deep kiss, and second used one to snake around and find her clit. she jerked, overstimulated and struggling for air, but another orgasm built rapidly, big and white-hot.

was she really going to come like this, being fucked ruthlessly by two brothers? could she even come like that, taking them both at once? she didn't have a choice: second rubbed her hard and she came all over their cocks, shaking and moaning, her pussy desperately milking them with every contraction.

they fucked her through the orgasm and she nearly screamed, still cumming, and the feeling of her tightening around them was addictive. she was a ragdoll in their hands as they chased their own pleasure, bounced up and down again and again, and the room filled with the wet sounds of their cocks plundering her body without reprieve. second was the first to falter, hips stuttering as he picked up speed. pressure in his cock rose as he began to mutter, "gonna come. gonna come, gonna come, gonna - "

he groaned right in her ear, low and guttural, before his cock spasmed and flooded her ass with warmth. she moaned as it jerked repeatedly, twitching deep inside, but he kept fucking her, kept her plugged full as his brother took over. he pistoned in and out of her oversensitive pussy, thrusts getting shorter with every movement, until he was barely pulling out, rutting into her with animalistic need. he came with a choked noise, buried balls-deep inside, rope after rope of hot cum spurting deep into her womb. the sensation was enough for her body to seize again, trembling and flushed hot in their arms.

she could barely think, couldn't hold herself up as they pulled out at the same time and left her hollowed out. but at the very least, it was finally over.

then first grabbed her shoulders, turning her to face second on the bed. a tendril of fear cut through the fog, only to seize her completely as second lay back against the pillows, sprawled out and making himself comfortable as he fisted his cock. it was still hard, glistening and weeping at the head.

"you have no idea how long we've waited to do this," first said. "you have a long night ahead."

"please no more," she managed to choke out. "i can't do anymore, i can't--"

ignoring her pleas, first spread her ass, still winking from his twin's fucking, and pushed straight in. the force sent her falling onto second's chest and he wrapped one arm around her back, holding her still as he speared her pussy on his cock. both holes were sensitive, flushed and raw, and the feeling of being filled to the brim again forced out a helpless moan.

in this position, they fucked her at the same time, pulling out and leaving her so hopelessly empty before slamming back in together. hips slapped against her ass as her nipples rubbed against second's chest, and she was mindless, limp--could do little more than gasp for a breath and babble wordlessly as she was crushed between their heaving bodies. second kissed her neck as first fisted her hair, holding her rigid between their unforgiving thrusts. maybe she came, maybe she never stopped cumming, she couldn't tell--her body was hot and boneless and at the mercy of their every whim.

it felt like an eternity before they flooded her ass and pussy with cum yet again, and then they maneuvered her onto her side, one leg held in the air, cocks slipping out just to slip back in at different angles. she lost track of who was where, how many hours had passed, how many times they fucked their own cum back into her.

either way they knew they had ruined her for anyone else now, too cock-drunk and blissed-out for a single person to ever bring her a shred of this type of pleasure again.

she was the perfect little toy for them to share.

tags/tw: cnc?, creampie, dubious consent, dp, forced orgasm, m/m/f, twins/brothers

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tags/tw: cnc?, creampie, dubious consent, dp, forced orgasm, m/m/f, twins/brothers

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the wc is already over 2000 🧍‍♂️ why tf did i decide to give my p*rn plot please put me out of my misery

i have another story half-finished in the drafts - just chipping away at it every few days bc it's become a bit longer than expected. i'm going to write & post some shorter scenes in the meantime though!

also lowkey struggling to decide if my work should be male or female-gaze here, so i think this one will be the former just to test the reception. will definitely explore a mix of both in the future ♡ a few hints ab the story: it's about twins, no names, and a little bit (lot) of cnc dp. stay tuned & let me know what you think ♡

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There's nothing hotter than when a man puts his weight on you. Fucking into you from behind but you're pinned to the bed and his chest is on your back. Fucking into you in missionary and his chest is on yours. There's something so intimate about it. Being pinned by his weight while he ruts into you... completely enclosed by him

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there's something about the way she kisses you, all tongue and teeth and barely constrained desire. you try desperately to match her pace with your lips, to keep up, but your head swims as your lungs beg for air. you claw at her waist, desperate to breathe, desperate for more, and a hot hand slips under your shirt and splays against your lower back, crushing you closer. when she finally pulls away you're limp in her arms, legs weak and leaning heavily against her. it gives her all the permission she needs to turn to your neck, those kisses teasing the tender skin, biting, then soothing with her tongue. every little gasp and shiver propels her onwards, covering your skin in her marks, and when she finally returns to your mouth, you can't help but bury your hands in her hair and succumb once again.

[godsofdusk]

i have another story half-finished in the drafts - just chipping away at it every few days bc it's become a bit longer than expected. i'm going to write & post some shorter scenes in the meantime though!

also lowkey struggling to decide if my work should be male or female-gaze here, so i think this one will be the former just to test the reception. will definitely explore a mix of both in the future ♡ a few hints ab the story: it's about twins, no names, and a little bit (lot) of cnc dp. stay tuned & let me know what you think ♡

[godsofdusk]

the index below can be used to find certain types of writing (will be amended as this blog progresses):

writing - all godsofdusk works

addition - writing accompanying an image or gif

tender - low and sensual scenes

overpowered - hard and rough scenes

double team - mmf and group scenes

hi! my name's pear & i'm an adult novelist using this page to practice writing 18+ scenes. please feel free to reply or dm me with any feedback, i'd love to hear what you think ♡ requests are also on the house as i build up my confidence, so please don't hesitate to dm me if you have a specific scene/story you'd like to see - i'll see what i can do! enjoy your stay on my page ♡

[godsofdusk]

serena woke slowly, hot and disoriented as she felt hands stroking her front and sides over her pyjamas, palming her body and gripping her breasts one by one. a man's rough breathing was loud by her ear, his large body pressed against her back, and she gasped when she felt his hard erection grinding against her behind.

"awake now?" his voice was rough, the hands that grabbed her hips and ground her against his clothed cock, rougher. "feeling good?"

"what the fuck aidan? stop it!" she cried, shocked fully awake by the presence of the friend--the man she thought was her friend--groping her in her own bed. they'd caught up over dinner last night, the hour late, and she'd done what any good friend does and let him crash on her couch until morning. but her window was still dark and the man she'd known for years was holding her wrists tight behind her back as he flicked her hard nipples through her thin shirt.

"you don't have to lie. i know you wanted this just as long as i have."

"no i haven't, i don't want--" serena jerked and struggled as aidan's hand slipped down to her shorts, burrowing beneath her underwear. "let go of me!"

"i'm just giving us what we both want." he was so much stronger than her, overpowering as his fingers dragged over her pussy. he stroked it gently, parting her folds and delving in with confidence, rubbing around and around in her growing wetness before finding her clit. serena couldn't hold back a small surprised sound, and immediately buried her face in the pillow in shame.

aidan wrested both of her wrists down with one hand, wrenching her head and torso up. "i want to hear you," he rasped against her ear, hot tongue darting out to trace its curve. "i want to hear you when i make you come."

"get off me!" she cried again, anger and shame hot in her words. in answer aidan rolled her onto her stomach, his muscular body crushing her hands into her back, and he wrenched her shorts and underwear down just enough to slot his hand back against her pussy.

"you're soaked already." he groaned. "was your dream that nice?" the noise that left him was like lightning through her aroused body and she fought to hold back an answering moan.

no. no! he wouldn't fuck her, she couldn't let that happen--

aidan's fingers found her clit with renewed purpose, the movements firm but slow enough to drive her mad. it was the perfect pressure against her most sensitive parts, and she fought against pleasure building in her belly. it was torture. he didn't let up on her clit, circling, circling, and she fought with every once of her being to hold back any sound, any breath. she refused to give him the satisfaction. the humiliation of coming all over his fingers. but all holding her breath did was make the sensations stronger, the male sounds at her ear louder, the weight of his hot body crushing her into the mattress more inescapable--

serena came so hard she flooded his hand.

her legs shook uncontrollably and her hips bucked between his hand and hard cock, black crowding her vision as her eyes screwed shut. her body flushed and throbbed, begging for something to fill it even as she fought his touch.

even so, she didn't make a noise. she didn't let him win.

but there was no way he missed her orgasm.

aidan's laugh this time was hungry, threatening. "you wanna play it that way hey? quiet as a mouse? that's fine. because i'm about to fuck you so hard that you'll be screaming as you come around my cock. begging me for more."

at the the sound of jeans unzipping serena renewed her struggles, bucking and writhing, but it did little more than excite him as he held her down and pressed the bulging head of his cock between her legs. his thighs caged hers in as he dragged it through her wetness, bumping at her clit and entrance with each pass. she was still sensitive and it wasn't long before she was canting her hips against her will, little movements that matched his pace.

then, without warning, he forced himself into her without mercy.

serena cried out against the pillows as aidan groaned, cock hot and throbbing inside her as she clenched down involuntarily. his broad chest kept her prone as he shoved his hands under her hips, one holding her tight, the other going around and straight back to her clit. he drew back before thrusting hard again, sending the whole bed bouncing.

"no, no," serena babbled as her resistance crumbled, an unstoppable wave of pleasure building.

"you feel so good. so warm inside," aidan bit out, hips grinding against her ass as he pushed even deeper. "can't believe i didn't do this sooner."

then his hips drew back, and he slammed his whole length into her again. he set a brutal pace, forcing her to take every inch again and again, and she couldn't stop the pathetic "ah, ah, ah" his cock pounded out of her. suddenly aidan's hand moved quickly against her clit and her whole body jerked. then on a particularly pushing thrust, cock reaching so deep that it must have been rearranging her insides, serena came again with an uncontrollable moan.

aidan laughed as her pussy spasmed, milking his cock and soaking the sheets. then he picked up his pace again, pounding her through her orgasm, ignoring her pleas to stop or slow down. serena couldn't tell where one orgasm started and another finished, forced to ride wave after wave of merciless pleasure beneath his heaving body.

she managed to wrench one arm free, palm slapping against the bed, but all she could do was cling to the sheets as aidan pulled her back to meet each thrust. her legs flailed uselessly, twisted in her shorts, and she heard his groans grow louder as he got closer to his own orgasm.

"don't, please," she managed to beg. "i can't-- you can't--"

aidan's cock pulsed as he fucked her up and down like a ragdoll, faster and faster. he rose up, dragging her to her knees before pushing her face back into the bed. the wet sound of her pussy filled the room and serena felt another orgasm about to crest.

"fuck, oh fuck, i'm about to come. i'm going to come." aidan's groan was animalistic, making her tighten around him. his hand renewed its messy efforts on her clit and she keened, high and loud. with one last thrust he slammed into her and flooded her pussy with hot cum, and the feeling of him shooting rope after rope deep inside pushed her over the edge. she came uncontrollably on his cock again, shaking and gasping before slumping into his grip.

but then she realised his cock was still hard, and aidan's hand was slowly, lightly, still circling her clit.

"don't relax just yet." his voice was rough and serena cried out when he thrust shallowly into her again. "i promised you'd be screaming. and we still have a long night ahead."

tags/tw: cnc, forced orgasm, m/f, noncon, size difference, somnophilia