ending up at a church due to the lack of job opportunities around you. keeping the place spotless after everyone has left. getting on your hands and knees to scrub up the little bit of wine that splashed onto the carpet
the priest returning long after he should’ve been gone. maybe he just forgot something and had to come back for it. he confidently walks into the church and falters once he notices you. you never would’ve bent over in front of a priest wearing skimpy shorts, but after all, he isn’t supposed to be here. you notice him do a quick scan of your body and then redirect his eyes to the floor, in noticeable shame. it’s a little exciting to fluster a priest, but overall you just feel embarrassed for the position you’re in, so you quick stand up and begin cleaning elsewhere. he quickly walks into his office and closes the door behind him
you continue cleaning the wine spill. then you dust. then you clean the windows. then you sweep the floor. then you even check under the seats for gum. all that’s left to do is to tidy up the priests office, but he’s still in there. may as well swing by and knock on his door
you begin to approach his office door when you hear panting and hushed, frantic praying. oh? he could be hurt, maybe you should listen closer
you press your ear against the door and listen intently
“i’m so sorry i’m so sorry. please forgive me, god. i will fight against my lust. i won’t let it go any farther than this,” followed by more panting
curiosity gets the better of you, so you give the door a small knock. you hear him gasp and scramble around a bit. he then slowly approaches the door and opens it. his face is noticeably red and even a bit sweaty. he conveniently holds his bible over his crotch, as if pretending he was just in here studying
“i just need to tidy up in here, real quick, and then i get to go home. do you know when you’ll be done?” you ask
“ah, yes! my apologies. i’ll be leaving now” he babbles out, nervously
immediately stumbling out of the room and leaving out the back door. definitely a bit suspicious. oh well, at least you get to go home soon, now. you enter the office and look for any stray trash. none, as usual. the priest tends to be very clean. all there is to do is dust and sweep
after you sweep up any loose dirt laying around, you take the dustpan to the trash can in the corner. you peek in and can’t help but let curiosity take over. a couple tissues. a couple tissues soiled in the priests sacred cum. fresh, warm cum. cum from simply just seeing you bent over in a pair of shorts. how pent up. how repressed
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Imagine having your legs spread for a touch starved priest, inviting him to stroke your cunt. His fingers shake and he's so nervous until they make contact and he breathes a shaky sigh of wonder. Imagine guiding his hand and praising him as you show him just how to please you. He can't even speak as your slick coats his fingers. Imagine the sharp intake of breath as you reach into his pants to stroke his cock. He stammers weak prayers, begging for god's forgiveness as you kiss the corner of his mouth and grind into his fingers. He can't take much more and holds your hips as you stroke him, forcing you to grind on his thigh in order to get off. When you've finished he hides his face as he cums, moaning pathetically.
synopsis: thinking reeeaaally hard about working on a ranch/farm and pining over one of the really hot cowboys that work the cattle..
word count: ~900
(contents: t4t ftm4ftm, pet names (farmboy, beau, shug), frotting, fingering, light bullying/degradation, slight body betrayal, dubcon, nsft)
i'm still kinda new to writing porn! feedback is appreciated <3
you've been working on a farm, or maybe a ranch. the technicalities don't matter. maybe you're doing some of the lighter work, like tending to the chickens. y'know, collecting eggs, breaking broody hens, making sure the momma hens are getting enough to eat and drink as they stay with the eggs. it's a work-intensive job, but relatively light on the body. your boots are broken in but not overly worn.
but god if you can't keep your eyes off that one cowboy that saunters around like his dick is too big to fit in his blue jeans. he rides that shire horse like he's riding into war even though he's only herding cattle. you're lucky you can dish out excuses like watching the pasture for foxes and snakes when you're looking out at the cattle fields.
and yet, of course, luck isn't always on your side. one day, he confronts you about your lingering eyes (something about "you got a lazy eye? or a lack of respect?"). you adamantly deny everything -- obviously -- if only for the sake of his ego not growing too big. sure, you've interacted before, but this is new.
he laughs and takes your hand, his callouses abrasive against your softer hands. with less effort than you think it should take, he tugs you up into the saddle, practically on his lap. he laughs against the nape of your neck, his hot breath against your skin making you dizzy.
"what's the matter, farmboy?" he mumbles, his lips brushing against your skin. it sends electric tingling down your spine. "scared to take a ride? i just wanna show you somethin', that's all."
you deny it (saying something about the other workers not being competent enough to watch for hawks, which is honest-to-god bullshit) and squirm in the saddle. he wraps an arm around your waist and hisses out a warning to stay still. he squeezes the horse's sides with his calves and you're jostled as the horse starts walking, then trotting towards the treeline.
you ask him what he thinks he's doing. he just laughs, nipping at your neck and squeezing your middle again. his fingers find your belt and fiddle with the buckle. "it's alright, shug. i ain't gonna kill you or nothin'."
after a few minutes of riding (and his fingers dipping into the waistband of your pants but laughing and taking them out when you gasp), the horse comes to a stop in a forest clearing. he lifts you off the saddle, then hops off.
he unhooks his personal bag off the horse's saddle and drapes it over his shoulder. he gives the horse's dock a light slap, and it canters off, back towards the ranch.
the clearing is nice -- there's wildflowers dotting the tall grass and a rocky crag shadowing half the clearing. he stands behind you, his hands finding your belt buckle again. you gasp, and he laughs, breathy against the shell of your ear.
you call him an asshole and he just laughs again. "oh, you don't mean that, shug. i can tell."
before you can protest, his hand dips into your pants, his fingers immediately gliding over your tdick and running the pad of his finger down your slit. he chokes back a groan. "fuck. goddammit -- you just walk around like this, huh?"
you exhale heavily and deny it. you deny it even though you're hard, even though you're dripping, even though you're fighting the instinct to buck your hips into his hand.
he grinds against your ass, his belt buckle digging into your skin as he dips a finger in you. you hiss, and he laughs. "what, don't like that, farmboy? then maybe you shouldn't be walkin' around, wet and ready and just waitin' for someone to take you."
you huff, your breath becoming more labored as he starts moving his finger. you scoff and your head falls back against his shoulder as he adds a second, rubbing the heel of his hand against your tdick with every motion. he curls his fingers, his fingertips brushing against that rough spot inside you that makes you spit and curse like a feral cat.
"fuck this," he growls under his breath. he fumbles with your belt buckle, undoing it before undoing the button of your jeans and tugging down the fly. he circles around you, undoing his own belt, button, and fly.
he flicks the body of his bag behind him, then grabs your waist with enough force to bruise and brings your hips to his. both you and him let out strangled sounds as the heads of your tdicks bump and rub against each other. he ruts against you, groaning lowly.
"goddamn, shug, you're so fuckin' hard," he manages through his whining noises. "do i do this to you? don't answer, i already know."
you hiss out something along the lines of telling him to shut the fuck up, choking back your moans. you angle your hips and grind forward. both you and him groan and curse and just rut against each other like desperate mutts.
he guides you backwards, pushing you back against the bark of a tree, still grinding against you. he pulls away a little to reach into his bag. he pulls out a strap-on, one that's thick and heavy and matches his brash personality perfectly. the harness clinks as he holds it up with a shit-eating smile.
Thinking of being the free use slut on the dorm floor but not knowing it. Just thinking everyone was super nice for sharing their weed all the time, not minding when a different person every time "helped" your pliable, sensitive body back to your bed. He'd shove his vape between your lips and make you suck until you're dizzy oh thank goodness he's here with you and suddenly his rough fingers are sliding inside your tiny little thong. you can't help but moan, not realizing how loud you are, or how thin the walls are, or how badly the person in the room next door wants to use your body. Suddenly two fingers slide deep inside your tight little cunt at the same time his tongue slams down your throat, dampening your screams as you cum all over his fingers. He lets you breathe for a minute before slapping your face with his slick fingers and then shoving them into your mouth at the same time as he slides his throbbing cock inside you, thrusting deep inside your wet little fuckhole. You can hear the man in the room next door jerking off just hearing the sounds of you getting violated so close by. "My turn you worthless whore," he growls finally, slamming deep inside of you and pumping his cum into your tight little cunt while you scream in pleasure, tightening your needy hole around him as much as you can. He finally pulls out, his seed dripping out of you, and just pulls up his pants and walks out. Your neighbor however, pops his head in, before slowly walking over to stand over your barley conscious body. He positions one of your hands right over your clit, knowing you'll come alive soon enough. He goes back to hovering over your pretty little face, slowly stroking his cock over your face, occasionally slapping you with it. Periodically shoving it into your mouth, but just for fun - he's not using that right now. You start rubbing yourself unconsciously, moaning, mouth open as this strange man strokes his cock over your face. Just as you feel your orgasm building, so does he - as you start to shake he shoves his cock deep inside your throat, both of you cumming together hard. He does you the courtesy of putting you into bed with some water and walks away.
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can we both get high and make out sloppily against a wall? it's hot and messy and clumsy but that doesn't matter, we're all giggly and way too handsy anyway and it doesn't even take long for one of us to start grinding on the other, sooo desperate for stimulation because our cloudy brains only function on pure fucking lust
taking a nap with someone and they slowly guide my hand to their cock, manually closing my fingers around it, and slowly fucking my hand until they cum, all while i sleep peacefully
It'd be so humiliating to have my arms tied behind my back and forced to ride my rapists fat cock.
Having that massive pulsing cock forced in and out of my tiny cunt while I'm squealing and whimpering. Making me bounce my tight pussy on that throbbing dick and mocking me when I start to get wet.
My aching clit being ignored while my drippy cunt is used as a fleshlight over and over. Grab my hips and fuck me til I'm crying and squirting. My slutty virgin cunt getting ruined by a giant daddy cock, using me as a toy to masturbate while ignoring my pleasure.
Getting a giant load raped into me while my fucked out cunny clenches and milks every last drop into me, making sure I'm nice and bred for this horrible rapist.
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