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What is stopping you?

From just going

A little deeper

Than you are

The patterns

They sink you

Deeper

Into the bliss

Making you into

My deep

Horny

Slutty

Dumb

Plaything

Just stare a little deeper

Go a little deeper

And feel me

Make you perfect

Go deeper

Be mine

Happiness

Is just a spiral away

Go deeper

Get hornier

Get sluttier

Get more docile

Empty up

And go a little deeper

Up goes the feeling

Down goes the thought

This is your purpose

Good girls submit

Good girls obey

Good girls reblog

Good girls go deeper

Good girls obey

Good girls reblog

Good girls go deeper

if we go somewhere crowded, you rub your strap against my ass, groping me while nobody's paying attention. sometimes we sit down and i always sit in your lap, making us look like a cute lovey-dovey couple, when i'm actually fighting the urge to hump your bulge or lift my skirt and frantically fuck myself on your strap while everyone watches.

but we also often visit secluded corners of parks and empty alleys. if nobody's close enough to see us, you just push me onto my knees, shove your strap into my mouth and start fucking my throat cruelly, fast and hard and pulling my hair. occasionally you pull the strap out so i won't pass out from the lack of oxygen ("unconscious slut is useless slut") and slap my face with it, covering my face in my own spit.

"look at how wet your hole made my cock. you must be in heat, bitch".

your words make my pussy clench and my thighs are trembling. then you shove the strap in my mouth again, this time fucking it deeper, making me take the whole thing and keeping me in place as i gag.

"shh, that's okay, i know what your facecunt needs, just be good".

i'm crying and my face is red by the time you pull out and rub the strap all over my face again.

"that's it, you're really pretty now, such a good whore. kiss this nice cock, show how grateful you are".

i'm still trembling as i kiss the tip of the strap weakly. you're pulling my hair and i put my tongue out, giving the strap a good french kiss. my pussy is throbbing desperately.

you make me stand up and push me against a tree or a wall, then you tell me to lift my skirt and hold it, exposing my other wet greedy holes (i always make sure my asshole is ready for use before we go on a walk). you tease them with the tip of the strap, making me lose control and rub against it. you laugh.

"if you want my cock so much, have it. no hands, let your bitch holes find it".

this is not easy, but i manage to make the strap slide inside my pussy an inch, and you suddenly pull out and shove it in my ass, starting thrusting right away.

"you really thought i'm gonna be interested in your pathetic cunt? stupid fucking bitch. you're taking it up the ass like a good fucktoy".

CAT:COLLEGE COWGIRL

It had all begun when your new room mate Keira had moved in with you. Classes had begun and your world had once more settled into the regular mania of college life - lectures, assignments, late nights and far too much ramen. Keira was for all intents and purposes a very good roommate - clean and very amicable, except she had absolutely no boundaries. She’d most often be topless while in the room unless you specifically asked her to put on a shirt. It had proven annoying on a few occasions when you had brought home boys just for them to slack-jaw stare at her - all the way out the front door. You couldn’t really blame them too much, hell even you couldn’t help but envy her voluptuous tanned 34DD’s.

One free wednesday morning when you thought she was out at her usual pharmacology class, you had idly begun playing with your boobs. This quickly turned into masturbating. The combination of being lost in your thoughts and the hum of the vibrator had made you miss the fact she had returned early. Keira walked in to see her roommate very much in the middle of something. Keira, for her part, seemed non-plussed until she saw your browser window. “I didn’t know you were into lactation, Cat” she said. Indescribably embarrassed you pulled your panties and jeans back on and scrambled to close the window. “It’s okay Cat” Kiera replied, “I actually am too, hell I was even had a few sessions at the dungeon being a human cow.” You froze. Not only did this explain a lot, being a human dairy cow had been the ultimate fetish of yours for years. “I- wow uh - how was that” you stammered. “good fun but I wasn’t really adding anything, to actually induce milk takes a lot of effort.” She paused for a moment, looking intently at you “I can see your face is redder now than when I caught you, if that’s possible.” She laughed. “Listen, I just learnt the process for inducing last year in basic human bio, if you want I could guide you through the process and set you up with the right herbs and supplements for lactation.” Perhaps it was the interrupted masturbation session but before you could really think about it you had already blurted out “I think I’d like that, actually.”

It took several weeks and a second-hand hand breast pump but eventually you saw a tiny drop of slightly yellowish liquid on your nipple. Keira had demonstrated on herself the proper method of breast massage and you’d stuck closely to the schedule (sort of): 15 minutes of massage per breast every four hours. For your efforts your petite body’s 36B breasts had swollen until none of your old bras felt comfortable any more. “Come look” you shouted to Kiera. Your own inhibitions about baring your breasts had been eroded by the sheer amount of work they’d needed out in the open. For her part, Keira had been entirely professional about it all. “That’s fantastic, Cat! Now to stick to the schedule, keep taking your fenugreek tablets and eating oats and you’ll have a good amount of milk soon I would think.”

Soon you were filling bottles up to half and the hand milker was proving too little to keep up with the constant demand. “I think you should go here” Keira said, handing you a piece of paper with an address. “I’ll be along soon” she said with a wink. Getting in your car you followed your GPS down winding roads to the address. Your college town wasn’t huge, but even so you were surprised to see a very rural scene laid out before you despite only being about 15 minutes away.

In front of you loomed a tall barn and near it, a house. A man, late 20s maybe early 30s approached your car. “You must be Cat” he said. “Keira’s told me about you. I’m Aaron” Aaron was a few inches taller than your 5'8, and wasn’t necessarily muscular but obviously carried the strength of a manual worker. He reached out to your hand to shake, his chiseled forearms stealing your attention. A moment later Keira pulled up. “I noticed recently you’ve been fantasizing about being a hucow, how you zone out when milking yourself. I told you I gave it a go once - I reached out to Aaron who owns this farm, here he houses his human dairy girl herd.”

Emotions swelled in you. This was it. Your fantasy of being a milk cow, your body used to produce the life-giving white gold. Keira came closer. “Just checking this is still what you want. I hope I didn’t jump the gun. We can go if you’re not comfortable.” Somewhat dazed by all this you replied that this was wonderful, everything you’d dreamed of.

Aaron and Keira took you to a changeroom attached to the barn. Aaron started “Keira tells me you’ve already induced which is brilliant.” “Would you like to use the Milker?” he asked. You nodded, dumbly, still unable to fathom that soon you’d be used as milk stock. He continued: “then you’ll need to get out of that shirt. We’ve got quite the collection of cowprint, leather and nursing bras. Please choose one of those if you’d prefer that over going topless. We have plenty of other clothes too if you don’t want to keep those jeans on. We’ll be just outside if you need us.”

Five minutes later you emerged, eliciting a gasp from Keira. “fuck it” you had thought, “I want the proper experience.” Coming back outside in just a cowprint bikini, Keira, for the first time you’d known her, looked shocked. Your vagina intensified its tingling and you could feel it slickening. Your breasts, heavy with milk stood at attention. Already small damp patches appeared on the fabric of the form hugging cow print bra.

Moving to the front of the barn you felt the mid afternoon sun and a slight breeze play on your sensitive skin. From behind your back you produced a cow bell collar from the changeroom and presented it to Keira. Shocked again she stood still for a second. You loved seeing her like this. She took a moment and then carefully locked the collar around your neck, the bell producing a dull ‘tock’ as well as a high little jingle. Slowly, you bent over, bringing your knees to the ground and your hands to the soft grass in front of you. On all fours in this outfit it was obvious that you were a milk cow for the herd.

Entering the barn’s large open door you felt soft straw between your fingers. Your breasts swung pendulusly below you. Stalls lined both sides, some open with milking equipment inside in pieces, some closed and impossible to see inside from your lowered vantage. Aaron, obviously impressed, lead to an open stall on the far end, Keira just in front of you. Sunlight streamed in from the high windows and the whole barn felt magically cozy. As you approached the stall you could hear soft moos and lowing from the stalls opposite the one that was to be yours.

Entering the stall you saw a chrome machine that you recognized as a goat milker. Keira followed, shutting the wooden slatted stall door after you. The stall smelled wonderful, the combined ambience of the barn lulling you. Aaron simply asked: ‘may I milk you?’ You vigorously nodded. He untied your cowprint top, allowing it to fall to the floor. His weathered hands rubbed oil into your hanging breasts. Already milk trickled out. He attached the suction cups. Already in your mind you were screaming to be milked. A switch clicked. Suction!

Your mind blanked of everything else in that moment, focusing only on the pressure and pleasure, the heat flowing out and the electricity seemingly directly attached to your vagina. White milk spurt out with each rhythmic hum of the milker, each pull more satisfying than the last. You let out a loud moo. It sounded stilted though, suddenly an irrational panic overtaking you. Keira piped up “don’t try to moo loudly, exactly like a cow. Let your moans become 'mmm’s or 'mo’s. The longer ones will take care of themselves for perfect moos’. Just something else I learnt” she said, quickly making contact with Aaron.

Your mind settled into the rhythm, your placid, low mooing becoming synced with the machine’s tugs. This was it. You were the cow you’d always wanted to be. You wanted to stay in this stall to be milked forever. Your mind entranced by the click Clack of the machine. Each tug brought you closer to a pounding crescendo. Soon you couldn’t take it any more, your sensitive breasts feeding your hungry clit with electric bolts. Aaron removed the milkers, finished with their task as orgasm after orgasm wracked through your body. You crumpled to the side, Aaron and Keira catching you. Your matted brown fringe stuck to your sweat glistened forehead, a small drop ran down the centre valley of your back. In your reverie you could only look up and give a soft, plaintive moo. You hoped to return as much as possible to this wonderful oasis. All of your stress from college had simply melted away.

Keira hefted the full bottle of milk, easily double you had ever managed milking alone. “I think it’s time to introduce her to the herd.”

She could barely see anything. Between the dark of the club, the flashing lights blinding her every so often, and the liquor making her vision swim, she was damn near blind on the dance floor. There was just the thumping base and the bodies pressed against her. Arms in the air, she spun around with a twirl, screaming exuberantly. Nobody could hear her over the music and she laughed, swinging her hips from side to side. Too caught up in the moment she stumbled, crashing into someone behind her. Warm hands clasped her forearms to keep her upright and she was sure they shouted something at her, she just couldn’t hear it. So, she laughed again.

Whoever was behind her let go of her arms and slid theirs around her waist, swaying their hips to the music in time with hers. And, although she was pretty wasted, she couldn’t miss the way they were grinding their crotch against her ass. She moaned and then whined as she tried to stifle her noises. They were so quick, one hand already cupping her tit through her shirt, that she could only assume they saw her Free Use Program bracelet. Finally, she thought, I’ve been waiting all night.

She arched her back and reached to grab at their shirt. Their hands slid down to her hips, changing rhythm until they were basically dry humping in public. By now, she could feel the outline of a thick cock pressed against her ass through both their clothes. As the song changed, a faster beat with a thumping base, the person behind her let go for a split second. Just enough time, she knew, to undo their pants. Then hands were reaching up her skirt, hiking up the back until everyone in the club was able to see her ass. (Or they would be able to, if it was possible to see anything right now).

A prickle of confusion managed to break the control the music had over her drunk brain. Surely they weren’t going to fuck her in the middle of a crowd? Then they pulled her panties to the side, leaving her wet pussy bare to the warm air of the club. A cock pressed against her slit and the stranger behind her wrapped one arm around her, trapping her against them. She moaned as they began pressing into her. She eased her hips back, trying the press them into her unstretched hole faster. She just wanted to be fucked already.

Their cock slipped a few times on its way inside her, sliding through her pussy lips and stroking her clit. She couldn’t do anything but moan and try not to fall over in her heels. Finally they managed to press inside, thrusting inside her in short strokes. Each thrust reached deeper and deeper inside her, until her ass was bouncing against their front.

There were so many sensations. Rushing head. Hands massaging her tits. Loud music. Louder crowd. Strangers brushing against the pair of them. A thick cock, rocking inside her. The warm slide of sweaty skin against sweaty skin. She panted and moaned openly, her screams mingling and getting lost in the preoccupied crowd. Still, she couldn’t help but pant and plead as the fat head of their cock beat against her cervix with short thrusts in time with the music.

“Fuck me fuck me fuck me- ah! Ah! Deep! Oh!” She panted, squeezing her eyes closed as her partner lost any sense of shame or subtlety. Their warm hand crept up to grab at her throat, pinning her against them cock to shoulder. Her skirt was rumpled around her waist, the sight of their cock filling her pretty pussy available to anyone around them. She devolved into solely high-pitched, breathy ‘yeah’s and ‘oh!’s.

A pressure was building low in her gut, making her eyes squeeze shut as she tried to hold out just a bit longer. They filled her aching hole to the brim, stuffing her and fucking her and turning her into nothing more than a doll bouncing on their cock. Struck stupid from alcohol and sex, she threw her head back and screamed as her orgasm overcame her and the sound was buried in the music. What little vision she had left whited out and her thighs trembled as her tunnel tried to milk their rigid cock for it seed. A few more thrusts and the stranger inside her came, their seed splattering against the bud of her cervix. She could feel their semen fill her, dripping down her thighs when her cunt ran out of space for both their cock and cum. Her pussy pulled it in greedily, throbbing as it tried to draw their thick semen towards her vulnerable womb. After a few more moments, they pulled out. A small splattering of cum and slick coated the inside of her thighs, and she crossed her legs and pulled down her skirt promptly.

You’re at your desk when you get an email. You see the subject line “mine”. Curious you open it and find a cryptic message.

“Blouse and blue jeans. Not acceptable for a sub. Tomorrow it’s a dress. Reply that you understand”.

You have no idea who sent it. You don’t recognize the email. Everything in you wonders who could possibly know your thoughts, your fantasies, who knows what you want to try.

You go home that night wondering, thinking how crazy that was. You wake up and get dressed. You aren’t even thinking about it until you sit to eat your breakfast but you look and you have a dress on. Your heart races. “Did I do this on purpose?” You think you yourself. “Should I change? He can’t tell me what to wear”. You decide not to change and go into work as normal.

When you arrive at your desk there’s a box. Two words written on it. One simple question. “GOOD GIRL?”

You feel your chest rising. You feel a tingle all over your body. You sit down at your desk and debate whether or not to open it. You finally decide to peek inside. Your eyes widen as you see a remote vibrator sitting there. You quickly close the box before anyone sees.

You check your email and see a new one from the same address. The subject line says “Did you open the box?”. You open the email and the mysterious stranger has written “Prove to me you want this. At 10:00AM go to the restroom and slide the toy inside you. Turn it on. Return to your desk as normal. You can do this”

Can you really do this? Who is doing this? How does he know all of this? Your mind won’t stop. Everything in you should be saying stop but it’s not. You find yourself intoxicated by it, turned on, and you go to the bathroom at 10 and slide the toy in your pussy. You’re already soaked from the thought. You turn it on and head back to your desk. Even on the walk back you’re paranoid people will notice you walk funny. You also wonder who could be doing this, did you just pass them in the hall? Who knows.

Just as you sit back down you feel it, a low vibration inside you. Not strong, just enough to tell you he’s been waiting for you to sit. A gasp spills out of your mouth, your breath quickens, you sit up a little straighter and you just let go. Everything you’ve thought about, being someone’s toy, your pussy being used to please, your body being a canvas of pleasure at a Doms will, it seems to be starting right here at work.

The toy stops vibrating. All you had was the small low vibration and now it stops. You instinctively look around, not sure what you’re looking for, is someone watching you? You stand up, and just as you do it hits you. Full speed vibration. It takes your breath, you moan really loud and quickly catch yourself.

Just as you sit another email appears. “Don’t stand up again, you be a good little slut and just let it happen”.

The vibrations star pulsating, low to high in rapid succession. It almost feels like someone pounding a cock in and out of you rapidly. Your breath is short and fast, you can feel yourself blushing. Lip biting isn’t helping. Your hands grab your desk and hold on for a minute while your body tries to adjust to the huge vibrations.

As you’re sitting, trying to handle paperwork the vibration assault continues to work harder and softer in changing patterns. You hear a voice beside you and quickly look up. You wonder how long they’ve been there, did they notice you gripping the desk and moaning? The coworker reminds you there’s a staff meeting and it’s time to go. Now you’re really nervous. What do you do? You decide to walk to the staff room for the meeting. As you get up to walk the vibration locks on full power. Your knees go weak. You are smiling and you aren’t sure why. You manage to walk and find your seat at the table. You sit up straight and hope no one hears it. You’re a wet throbbing mess between your legs and you feel like you could cum at any given moment. It starts pulsating again. Slowly up and down. If feels so good you want to moan and scream out but you can’t.

The meeting starts and you aren’t listening at all. All you have are feelings building Inside you. Your pussy is aching, your muscles are twitching. You feel vibrations from your belly to your thighs. You also know you’re dripping wet, more excited than you’ve ever felt in your entire life and you can’t make a single sound. Your mind is going in a thousand directions when suddenly you hear your name. It’s a coworker from HR. He looks at you and grins. You wonder why he’s smiling.

He says “I’ll repeat the question because you seem to be lost over there in your own world. Are you going to come? If you’re going to come you need to tell me”

His smile, his eyes, you immediately know that whatever he’s asking has double meaning. You ask “I’m sorry, what am I coming to??”

He nods and says “The new payroll system is coming in and I need you in my office for training every afternoon, can you do that for me? Can you come?”

You smile and say “Yes Sir I’m coming”

You let it go. Your body tightens, your pussy goes crazy and your thighs feel like they are shaking off of your body. You quietly cum sitting in your chair. You’ve Never cum this strongly and somehow you manage not to make a sound. You know your face is red but at this point you don’t care. You sit like a good girl and you just feel wave after wave hit you.

my heart starts racing, breathing a bit heavier, as their other hand starts sliding up my tummy and softly gropes at my soft, squishy tits - a task made far easier by my comfortable lack of bra. despite the pressure on my thigh, my hips roll a bit trying to maximize their access to me. they pause their insistent massaging of my breasts to pull down the loose straps of my tank top and leave my chest bare and open to them before returning their hands to their respective locations

try as i might to focus on the screen, the gentlest tweaking of my nipples makes me gasp and shiver against my lovers chest, and they take advantage of my delight to push my comfy shorts aside and start rubbing their fingertips over my pussy. its embarrassing that im already so wet just from this, but its so easy for them to turn me into a needy mess. the only hint that they arent actually paying attention to the movie anymore is the way their breathing has sped up and the heartbeat i can feel quickening against me

i whimper at their touches - it feels so good, but it isn't enough, I need more. they shush me, still impassively watching the screen while they toy with me, but pulls my panties aside to touch me properly, my eager wetness coating their fingers. i can't help the raising of my hips or the moan their touch pulls from me - they simply shush me again and continue toying with me. the light rubbing of my clit and groping at my tits makes it hard to bite back the moans, but i play along and muffle them all the same - rewarded by the increase in pressure and the pulling off of my shorts and panties.

it satiates me for a little while, but their strong, gentle hands and sweet touches work me into a dripping mess almost embarrassingly quickly, and im involuntarily raising my hips for more, whining and pleading in whispers for more.

instead, everything stops. both of my lovers hands stop their toying and i feel them shuffling behind me and i pant. they raise themselves up to remove their own bottoms before forcefully moving me up into their lap, my legs spread on each side of theirs, their cock hard and hot against my leaking pussy, and their grip on my hips is firm enough to bruise, im certain of it.

the desperation and need makes it feel like my heart could burst at any second, and on instinct i start rolling my hips for any kind of contact, succeeding only in making myself crave them inside me that much more and spreading my wetness on their cock. finally, after all this time, they whisper the only words theyve said since we put the movie on in my ear, their breath on my skin giving me goosebumps.

"ride me"

their hands help me adjust and when i start sinking down onto their cock, the breathless exhale they offer - quiet, but there - is beautiful to hear in time with my own gasps and moans. when theyre completely inside me, i bend my legs back to make it easier on myself, and the minute im in a better position, their hands return to how theyd been toying with me before, one alternating between my tits and the other rubbing insistently at my engorged clit while i ride their cock, moaning and whimpering at the bliss of being filled, babbling "please"s and "more"s and "yesyesyesyes"

i can feel them getting close too, the erratic breathing and moans when my needy pussy flutters and spasms around them, the throbbing length of them inside me as my wetness leaks out from between us, coating their full, heavy balls. they rub my clit between two fingers, making me shake and before i can say it, im cumming around their thick cock, and they start thrusting up into me to take over, knowing im feeling much to good to focus on continuing to ride them. they fuck me through my orgasm and just as im starting to come down, theres a low growl and their hips slam up and im pushed down on their cock and they empty themselves into me, hot and thick and perfect

You sucked in air as he ran his cold hands over your naked body. Strapped to the four corners of the bed, you were powerless against him. He studied you, as you watched his eyes slowly drift and take in every curve you had, completely on display.

You shivered at his touch, his hand gliding across your stomach and down to your cunt, stopping only to grab the fat on your thighs and smile.

He was devilish in his teasing, tracing around the edges of your folds, and clit, but never giving you any direct pleasure. He grinned as you bucked your hips upwards, whining through the ballgag in your mouth and tugging at the restraints on your wrists.

His smirk was electrifying, "You wanna cum baby?" he coo'd, pressing his fingers against your clit. You nodded your head greedily, and he started to move his hand in circles against you.

He was rough with you, using one hand to rub against your clit and the other to pump in and out of you. The sound of your muffled moans filled the room, and filled him with ecstasy, with anticipation.

He waited until the walls of your pussy started to clench and quiver against his fingers to pull them out, sucking your wetness off them.

You groaned and tossed your head back in frustration.

He gave a low chuckle at your neediness, he knew you hated when he denied your orgasms, and he loved how powerful it made him feel.

But his need to cum always came first.

He carefully loosened the restraints on your ankles, letting your knees rise so you could fully close your legs, before lining up his hard cock just above your pussy, and he thrusting his cock in-between your thighs.

His groans filled the room as he fucked your thighs, the pleasure rocking his body as you lay there, wet and unsatisfied.

You did your best to grind your hips upwards, praying that he would finally fuck you and let you finish, but he ignored your muffled pleas, only focusing on pushing his dick through you legs, and letting his hot cum drip down your thighs and stomach.

But neither of you were anywhere near done.

You moaned through your gag once again as he ran his cock against your cunt. Your hole was aching for satisfaction, desperate to be filled and fucked.

He pulled back, only for a second, to move up and take your gag off, the spit dripping out of your mouth and over your chin. He wanted to hear every moan at full volume, every gasp and breath.

He grinned at how pathetic you were, drool all over you, with your hands too far away to wipe it off.

He gave his dick a few strokes before lining it up with your entrance, and slowly easing into you, and pushing his cock in and out of your cunt.

Your back arched and you threw your head back as he thrusted, getting faster and sloppier, both of you reaching your climax.

He shoved his cock into you when he came, refusing to pull it out despite his lack of protection.

He pushed his cum as far into you as he could manage, using his sperm to mark you, claim you, breed you.