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What if I was drunk, lying on my back while you caress my hair, telling them to go harder while they fuck me just so you can watch my confused face mixed with the whimpers and moans?
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in the mood to be down on my knees with a bunch of people around, having someone fucking my ass too hard for me to concentrate on anything else. just trying to hold myself together, you know? so when someone decided to play with my clit, or finger me, I'd only moan louder, thankful for the extra pleasure but also afraid that is going to be too much. eventually, they would decide my mouth could be put to use as well, and the only thing I could do was to stay on my knees and take it.
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a party where all the girls have vibes inside them, and right at the entrance you have a box with all the remote controls. you don’t know from which girl you’re getting the control for, but you can do as you wish with it, so by the end of the night all the girls are desperate for more. dream concept ✨
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So... yeah. Invite your friends over and show them where I’m most sensitive, tell two of them to hold my legs open while you stay behind me, pointing out, touching, slapping, rubbing, all while explaining what I like and how I like. Grab me by my neck and force me to look at the ceiling when they start to try it out, not letting me know who’s doing what. Don’t allow me to cum, though, so you can make fun of them for not doing it right - kiss me and praise me for being a good girl for you, concentrating so I don’t cum right away after they start touching me the way you taught them I’d like, holding back moans but whimpering every now and then before you praise me again, ordering me to hold back a little longer. When your friends start to get frustrated, show them again, this time whispering in my ear that I should cum for you, praise me some more for being so obedient when I finally stop fighting the build up pleasure. After that, tell me my reward is cumming as many times as I want, and let your friends join in for another round, this time there would be no need to hold back.
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The Locker Room
Tie me up into the boy's locker room. Spread legs, blindfold, tiny dress. My mouth is being forced to stay open by a ring, my wrists are restrained over the top of my head. I can barely move, I can't form words, I can't see. And then I hear their voices. The first guy who finds me gasp in surprise, the "Fuck!" making me jump because I know he's staring at me and I can't cover up - I try to close my legs even then. I listen while others gather around, my heart is racing, I'm still trying to close my legs or free my arms, I even try to ask them to help me! It's no use.
"We have a gift, guys!" I hear one of them saying, at the same time that I feel hands caressing my thigh. They decided, quickly as that, that they wouldn't help me, but use me. I try to speak again, I try to push them away, but I can barely move, all the effort to get my freedom just made me tired, I'm helpless. There is no way one of them will call for help before having their fun. I hear their laughs, starting to shake as their ideas were being shared, almost like they were making plans. "Let's try to make her cum before ripping those panties off", "I'm fucking her with the damn pantie on", "How many fingers can she take?", "We're going to stretch her together, it will be fun", "Let's make her our secret, if we let more people know, they will take her from us", "No fucking way, let's turn her into our bitch".
When I start to feel someone rubbing my clit roughly over my pantie, I start to cry, the cloth hurting me before it could start to make me feel good. Unable to escape his touch, the stimulation was making my body warm up, that's when they decided to rip my dress and expose my breasts. "Stop crying, we could make this hurt, but we are going to make you cum a lot of times today. You should thank us" He pinched my nipples so hard that I gasped and almost screamed, continuing to cry when he started to massage my breast. Someone put their fingers in my mouth and started to toy with my tongue, making it hard to breathe, but at the same time, I felt someone's thumb running over my folds, checking how wet I was. For my shame, my juices were impossible to ignore, my panties were wet from it.
I had two hands massaging and cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples; fingers in my mouth; a hand caressing my hair, others my legs; at least two between them, torturing my clit and exploring my folds, from time to time pushing just a tip of two fingers inside me - still over the panties. I didn't want to feel good, but the stimulus was too much, there were guys praising me, others calling me names, some sounded inpatient; there were a lot of guys... And the prospect of being fucked by each one of them... Was amazing. Moaning against the fingers in my mouth, I came, squirming and panting since it never happened so fast.
"Such a slut, she came already!" I was so embarrassed by their laughs--in a single movement, someone pushed my panties aside and forced two fingers inside me. With a few strong movements, curling his fingers up, he made me cum again, making my body tremble everywhere and my eyes roll back. I was sensitive from the first orgasm, and he hit right on the spot, I just couldn't hold back. I was almost starting to relax from cumming too hard when I heard: "That looked intense, I bet she's a squirter" And started to panic again when I heard them moving, some laughing, some screaming words of encouragement. Not only that, but I felt slaps on my thighs, hard grips all over my body, the rough pinching on my nipples still making me whimper.
"Put something on her mouth, or she might scream this time" Before I could even try to protest, I was forced to take a dick in my mouth. Getting a good grip on my hair, the guy forced his whole cock in, making me gag once he hit my throat. He started to fuck my mouth without giving me time to adjust or breathe properly, but the worst part... The guy with his fingers buried inside me started to move them again - hard and fast - at the same time that he (or someone else?) started to rub my sensitive clit. I was feeling like I was going to lose my mind, my moans were being muttered by the dick in my mouth, saliva was dripping through my chin, my breasts were being tormented in the better way possible; my clit was so sensitive I couldn't help but cry from the overstimulation, the fingers inside my cunt were so rough my mind was melting.
But my breaking point was when someone forced my lower belly, that pressure, combined with the rough fingering, made me squirt with a suffocated scream, I was feeling like my body was exploding. And they didn't stop for what it felt like five minutes. When they finally did, my body collapsed, even though I stayed in the same position because of the restraints. I was exhausted, shaking, so overstimulated that even a small breeze over my nipples and clit sent shivers over my body. "Now that she's ready, let's start with the real fun" I heard one of them saying, making me whimper in fear. If that was just the beginning, I wasn't sure I could take it all without passing out.
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What if you tie my legs open, and leave me on the couch with a lot of toys around for your friends to use in me during the party? Some of them will be shy, some of them will mock me, some will praise me. They will take turns having their fun with my holes, seeing how I react to the different toys. At first, they might just tease my clit, then they will get brave and start to fuck me. Some will be rough, others will be gentle. By the time I'm moaning too loud they will make sure my mouth is always full: with themselves or some big toy. I can't move, I can't fight them off, I can't ask them to let me rest. My holes will get sore from the rough stretching, but I'll be cumming harder and harder since I'll get even more sensitive as the time pass. When the party it's finally over, you will untie me and take me to a relaxing bath, my head too foggy to understand when you start to fuck me even rougher than your friends with their toys. "You are mine" you will growl as you pound deep inside me, "I'll remind you of that" you sound aggressive, but as you pull my hair to mark my neck with a bite, the kiss that follows it's caring, and I'm smiling in pleasure once more. I'm yours.
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you know what would be really fun? having a sadistic dom who likes to torture my clit but hold up what if we make it poly and the next dom is just obsessed with overstimulation? can you imagine?? sounds like heaven to me, yes, thank you very much I’d like to apply for the ‘tied to the wall’ position
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Not to be thirsty on main, but...... I really wanted to be tied to the bed, legs spread open, wrists restrained above my head, and... You wouldn’t fuck me, but you could make me suck your cock just so you could cum on top of me. On my face, my breasts, my stomach, all over my cunt, and my thighs. This would go on for the day, I wouldn’t be able to rub me, even though I’d be so absolutely horny that you would notice my juices accumulating on the mattress. There would be a time you would rub my clit, laughing at how wet I am, spreading your cum into my pussy, pushing some of it inside as I moan in pleasure. Maybe you could invite some friends to make a greater mess in me: no one could fuck me, of course, that would be about marking me, making me beg, seeing my pussy clench around nothing and laugh as you people grope me while some use my mouth. By the end of the day I’d be covered in cum, exhausted from the edging, desperate to cum, and it would be up to you to decide if you would fuck me or just use a toy instead.
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Happy Workplace
It's even more important to take care of the workers on your company these days. Stress levels are growing higher, fights are breaking through, people just need to lay off some steam, your boss realize. Being the young, single, brunette with good body, he makes a proposition to you. Your salary will rise so much, you will work fewer hours... you just need to serve the others.
That's how you end up chained to a wall for four hours a day. Or displayed over a table. Or walking through the office naked.
It changed the moral of the office completely. At first, people were hesitant to even touch you; that's why from day one, you were blindfolded. So you have no idea of who is touching you. You hear their moans, you feel them stretching your holes, you cry and whimper when they are too rough. There are no fights in the office anymore, when people get mad, they take it on you. Either by slapping, burning with the wax of candles, or simply fucking you too hard. You heard the pity in someone's voice one day, but you just smiled because you were in heaven.
Truth is, you love it when it hurts. You want to beg for more, but now you have to wear a gag, so you don't make too much noise. It is still a working place after all. But the vibratos get you too far, you are always a dripping mess, you don't even know exactly what they are putting inside you, but you are always cumming, always feeling like you are going to lose your mind if they do this for much longer.
So now you work for six hours straight.
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ok but also a group of guys just taking turns cumming inside me and laughing about who I think will knock me up while I try to break free “struggle some more, you get so tight it makes me cum faster”
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picture this: me and your friends + cabin in the woods where no one would hear me scream when you guys go too rough on me
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I have way too many gang rape fantasies. Just being taking by a group of guys, so they can use me whenever and wherever they want. Maybe use a leash to know my place, they can take care of me but never let me leave the house. I’ll sleep with them all even if I don’t want to. But they care about me, so as the time pass the lines get blurry and I end up loving them all. They will let me sleep in their beds and each night I’ll be with one of them or I’ll wake up cumming because one of them felt like cumming deep inside me. I’m nothing more than a pet, they will fuck me in the kitchen, on the sofa, I’m always with one of them so I don’t try to escape, but at some point I can barely resist, every touch just brings me so close because I’ve been so well trained by them and--- fuck I want that so badly
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IDK the idea of being the toy/pet/lover to a group of guys just sounds so fun like: oh you want to use me now? Don’t even ask! Just want to cuddle in bed while you watch a movie? Yes, please! One of you wants to release stress while the other praise me for taking it so well? Oh, my...
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Being a free use toy it’s good and all, but make it better by serving two, three, FOUR!! of your friends. Trust me, those parties are turning way more fun as soon as one starts to grope you.
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