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It's been a while since you've seen a doctor, and you're nervous as you follow the nurse back to my office. What's there to be nervous about, this is just a little checkup, right? You notice the nurse's manicured burgundy nails as she knocks sharply on the door. She turns to you, smiling prettily, and says, "the doctor will see you now."
You push open the door and enter quite a large room. The nurse follows, closing the door behind you. In the center is the examination table, off to the right is a small crowd of young adults, appearing to be made up of men and women, and on the left is me, seated at my desk. "Welcome," I say, standing and extending one hand. My voice is deep, warm, and smooth, and you fumble for a moment, blushing a little, before you remember to shake my hand. Your hand is dwarfed in mine, my strong fingers encircling you, and a thought flashes unbidden through your mind - what would those fingers feel like inside you? - but, come on now, that's really not appropriate...
"I have a few students with me, as you can see. Is that alright?"
"Well, yes, of course!" Why shouldn't it be?
"Excellent. Now, I'm pioneering this new full-body examination method - it's really quite extraordinary, the maladies I can detect this way - but be warned, it is, shall we say, unorthodox. Is that alright?"
Just for a moment, you see something in my eyes, something behind the genial smile and gentle, reassuring tone. Just for a moment, you feel like some specimen, some piece of meat, pinned down under the lights with nowhere to go... but just for a moment. Surely, nothing bad can happen, and I'm a doctor, aren't I? You can trust me. So you swallow your fear, and you acquiesce.
"Excellent! Let's have a seat on the table, if you don't mind, and we'll make a start. Nurse V, if you would..."
As you sit on the table, the clinical, sterile seating a little cold against your skin, the pretty nurse steps behind the table, facing you, waiting for something. From your right, I approach, and you feel again just how much larger than you I am as my broad shoulders block out one of the ceiling lights. With all these people watching you, it takes all you have not to squeeze your legs together, just a little bit.
We begin with a quick examination of your face - "you have beautiful eyes, you know," I purr into one ear. I place one hand on the side of your neck and tilt your head; god, you've been reading too much, haven't you, the way you want these strong, expert fingers to close around your throat.
"Now, open your mouth for me, please." You oblige, and I cup your chin and slide my thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. Your eyebrows jump in surprise, and you look at me questioningly.
I smile again, still inside you. "Unorthodox, remember? Now, close your mouth and try to swallow." From behind, the nurse strokes your cheek with the back of one hand, and you feel a sudden ache between your legs. You close your lips around my thumb and swallow. It tastes... clean, mostly, as one might expect from a doctor, but you can taste the sweat underneath.
"Very good, one more time for me."
You swallow again, and you feel me slide my thumb over the surface of your tongue, pressing down, swirling in circles.
"And, one more time... yes, that's it, good job, very good job."
The praise for this degrading task is more than you can bear, and you squeeze your thighs together. Fuck, it's humiliating, everyone just saw you do that... All these eyes on you, the beautiful nurse behind you, this big, strong doctor with these big, strong hands and that big fucking bulge... but no, this is just a checkup, nothing is going to happen, right?
While you were thinking, I dried my hand off and had begun speaking.
"I'm - I'm sorry?"
"No worries. I was saying, can you remove your top, please? We need to examine your heart and your breathing."
You stare at me. "Remove my - "
"Yes, remove your top. The fewer barriers between me and you, the less interference with my examination." My face is quite serious, almost bored - this really must be routine. You look back at the nurse, and she smiles slightly and nods. So you undress, your nipples betraying you, standing at attention. You blush as the crowd of students looks at you intently. The nurse lays one warm hand on your shoulder, slender fingers gripping you reassuringly, and your eyes are drawn once more to those burgundy nails.
I step in close, and you feel my breath warm on your chest. "Now, observe the stiffness in the patient's nipples - this is to be expected, given the cool air, and it's certainly nothing to be ashamed of," I say, smiling. I press my stethoscope up over your heart, the metal cold on your skin, and your mind is betrayed by the pounding of your heart. My eyes flick up to meet yours, and I grin, predatorily, and once again you feel like a piece of meat beneath the lights.
I examine your breasts, starting with your left. Enclosed in my big, strong hands, I squeeze and push, prod and pull, ostensibly feeling for any abnormalities, but the way my fingers brush over your nipples, the intensity with which I sink them into your soft breasts, heaving now as your breath comes faster... My practiced tongue rasps over one nipple and a tiny moan escapes your lips as you try desperately to hide how much you're enjoying this; try desperately, and fail.
Abruptly, I pull back. "Excellent! All seems well here." I rest one hand on your other shoulder and turn to the students. "Note the pleasure response during this section of the examination, and I hope you were paying attention to the oral technique."
I turn back to you, my eyes dancing as they meet yours. "Fully undress, if you would. The inspection must continue."
Your hands tremble as you slide your clothes down off your waist, and the nurse aids you, her lovely hands stroking along your thighs and calves as she does.
"And spread for us, please."
Obediently, your thighs open, exposing your cunt, your needy, aching wetness, to all.
"Note the beauty of the patient's sex, here. The shape of the folds," I murmur, tracing one finger along your sensitive lips, "the balanced ratio of the clitoris to the vulva overall," sliding two fingers on either side of your clit, squeezing gently between them, "the appropriate pleasure response in - "
You lose what I say as I plunge two fingers inside you, powerful and dextrous, knuckles slipping past your tightness easily. It feels so fucking good to finally have something inside you, after all this aching and teasing, and god, so many people are watching, they're all watching your pussy spread and toyed with by this big, strong, handsome older man, and now the nurse's slender fingers are across your throat and her lips are on your forehead, and she tells you that you're doing so well for me, you've been so good...
My fingers press up inside you, finding your g spot, and with my thumb rubbing on your clit, I start melting you. Waves of pleasure course through your body, you gasp, moan, whimper, and with your eyes closed you can't tell whose lips are so soft on yours, but it feels so fucking good, and all those people are watching and it makes you want it more, your back arching, chest heaving, melting under the attention, and finally, mercifully, you cum, contracting around my fingers, squeezing your thighs together, trembling, shaking, gasping for air. You hear me say something, but you're so overwhelmed with pleasure that all you can make out from my speech is "very, very good".
The hand withdraws from your throat, and I gently, gently, extricate my fingers, and settle my hand atop one thigh, fingers slick with your desire.
The nurse whispers affirmation in your ear as I address the class. "Stimulation in this manner, of the two most sensitive sex stimuli, brings the most consistent and powerful orgasms to those possessing these organs." I stroke the inside of your thigh reassuringly, before turning to you.
"The final part of this examination is seeing how well you handle penetration. I'm going to need your unequivocal verbal consent before proceeding."
The nurse leans in and whispers into your ear, "might I suggest 'please, sir, will you fuck me?'" You'd blush harder if you could.
You swallow, nervously, and there's a twisting in your gut as you say it. "Please," you begin, voice cracking. "Please, sir, will you fuck me?"
"Yes, that is sufficient. I must say, though," I warn, unzipping my jeans, "that I am quite large." I slap my cock down on your tummy, and the sheer weight of it shocks you. You've seen size like this in porn, sure, but fuck, you've never touched something like this. When you tear your gaze away from my cock, I'm grinning down at you, predatory again. "You can back out at any time, you know." My voice is low, teasing, challenging. "Should we continue?"
You nod shakily, and spread your legs a little wider.
One hand on your raised knee, one hand guiding my cock, I push against you. For a moment you realize the exam had to be done in this order; if you weren't so fucking wet, there's no chance you'd be able to take me. But all thoughts are blasted out of your mind as I push harder and slide in.
It's so fucking thick that you can't help but groan. You've never felt so full, so strained inside, being pushed in every direction; you're not built for this, maybe there's just too much, your body is rejecting me - and then I push again, another few inches, and you slam your head back against the padded table, a long, drawn-out "fuuuuuck" wrenched from your lips. You feel my strong hands brace at your hips, and with a final thrust, slamming your cervix up into your guts, moving your entire body, the ridges of my cock sliding deeper and deeper, sliding painfully, pleasurably past your walls, I'm inside you.
The nurse rests her hands on you again, and purrs in your ear, "you're doing so well for him, I know it's hard, it's so hard, but you're doing such a good job, pretty girl..."
Glacially, I pull out, allowing you a moment to rest, before thrusting in again, hands still at your waist. You sob once, loudly, and then you sink into it as I pick up a rhythm, deep, deep strokes inside you. You hear me grunting, whispering something, and I grow more frantic, impaling you a little harder, and through the wall of pleasure you hear me rumble, "nurse V, begin the overstimulation procedure."
"Certainly, doctor." She leans over you, lips fiercely meeting yours, and one of those slender hands reaches down to abuse your clit. An image of those burgundy nails on your cunt flashes through your mind as I continue pounding you, forcing you to spread for me, adjust to me, even as the nurse plays your clit like an instrument, and fuck, she's a virtuoso.
You sing a song of moans and voiceless curses under our combined mastery, knowing your audience is entranced, filled with a blazing, lusty pride. The deep bass of my voice, resonant in your skull, is saying something, but you cannot hear me; you're moaning, groaning, pleading, "yes, yes, oh my god yes" over and over...
The song swells to a crescendo and with two sudden strikes, two powerful thrusts into you, it ends with a thick, hot, sticky white wave of my approval inside you. You feel it pulse deep, deep inside, filling you, load after load delivered straight past your bruised, abused cervix.
You come back to reality with my cum spilling from between your legs, trailing thickly down onto the exam table. I zip up my jeans while the nurse helps dry you off, from all the sweat and saliva. She dabs caringly at your mouth, and you notice that the cloth is dyed the same shade as her lipstick.
"Now," I address the class, "I hope you were paying attention." I rest one hand on your aching, trembling thigh. How many times did you cum with me inside you? How long were all these people watching you writhe beneath me, begging, losing yourself in the pleasure? You have no fucking clue. "This patient has bravely volunteered for each of you to examine her, here and now, while she's available to us."
Your jaw drops. When did you agree to that? You would never - but you were begging, "yes, yes, yes" earlier, weren't you, while I was talking. You agreed. Everyone heard you say it.
"One at a time, please. And," I say to you, grinning wolfishly, "don't worry. I'll be watching the entire time."
I want my parents to send me to a slut boarding school without my knowledge. When I get there on the first day, I have to stand in a line while teachers take off our panties and shove vibrators inside us. I tell them no, but at this school, I don't get a say. I'm too scared to take it out. They pass the remotes to the boys randomly.
Throughout the day, my pussy buzzes and it slowly starts to make me wet. The boys trade remotes, so I end up being played with by multiple guys.
After lunch, the vibrators come out, and when I walk into my next class, the girl's desks all have some kind of dildo on them. One of the boys drags me over to one of the bigger dildos, and he and his buddies impale me on it, ignoring me when I tell them it's too big. Class starts, and I'm forced to cock warm this huge toy the entire time.
After classes, they take us to a room where we're all stripped and strapped down to tables. I tug at my bonds, but it doesn't help. The boy from earlier comes up, dick out. It's the same size as the toy from earlier. He was warming me up.
He doesn't wait and he isn't gentle. He slams his cock into me, laughing when I cry. He tells me what a good girl I am, how sluts like me belong on his cock, how good I feel. Finally, he cums, and he leaves. Other boys take turns with me for hours, but none of them fill me up like him.
Finally, they pull the girls off the tables. We wobble, but we're told we'll learn to take it. We're not allowed to put our clothes back on until tomorrow morning, and we're sent to dinner naked. The boy stops in the hall to grope my tits until I'm wet again, and then he shoves his fingers inside me. He doesn't let me cum though, telling me I have to wait until tomorrow for that.
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Memory Lapse. Lifting her ponytail, the technician plugs a cord into the base of her skull. “Try to relax, okay? I’m just going to start by indexing your memories.” The girl fidgets in her chair, nervous about the invasive procedure. She tries to make small talk as he scans through everything she remembers of her childhood. “So, uh, who usually gets this done?”
“Eh, you’d be surprised. Sure, people use it to forget traumatic events. The majority are contractors. Corpo types fulfilling their NDAs.” The technician’s eyes flicker as he watches her teenage years fast forward. His patient squirms, all too familiar with what comes next. He watches her birthday party through her memories. The group of men holding her down, the smell of stale synthetic alcohol as they each force their way inside of her.
He’s seen it all. Keeping his bedside manner is no issue. A calming, sympathetic smile. “Is that what you’d like to have removed?” She bites her tongue, scared to ask. All the girl can muster is a shake of her head. “No? Something else?” Looking the technician dead in the eyes, she speaks.
“Everything else.”
The man raises an eyebrow. “You want me to remove… all of your memories… except for that one…?” Her nails dig into the chair. She gets defensive. “If you have a problem with that, I can go somewhere else!” He sighs. “It’s your decision. But I can’t remove everything at once. It’ll take a lot of sessions.” The girl relaxes. Still feisty, she huffs at the technician. “Well, get started then.”
Checking over the rude woman’s memories one more time, he configures his program. “I’m going to leave some basic stuff until the very end. How to walk, speak, eat, use transit, things like that. We’ll start with the broad strokes, and refine it from there.” She leans back in the chair. “When you wake up, you’ll feel like it was just a dream…”
The patient talks in her sleep. A common side effect of the procedure. Incoherent ramblings mixed with deep secrets. When he erases a piece, she stops and stutters and starts again. The girl is limp and dazed as he finishes their first session. He unplugs the cord from the back of her head and rests his hand on her shoulder.
“Do you remember me?” He asks. She stares up at him. “You’re a memory technician… I don’t remember your name…” The man smiles and nods. “Okay, good. What day is it?” The girl looks down at his feet. “I… don’t know…” He smiles again. “Perfect. Looks like our procedure went well. Come back here tomorrow.”
A rare trickle of sunlight drifts through the smog. Looking out from the four-hundredth floor window, the technician watches the light crawl across the sprawling city off into the horizon. His patient is late. When she stumbles into his office, she seems lost and confused. “Everything alright?” He asks, steadying the swaying girl.
“Yeah… I just, uh, forgot how to pay for the train… someone had to teach me.” The man strokes her back. “You forgot how to pay for things? How are you going to pay me for my work, then?” She looks confused. He grips the back of her neck. “Here, get down on your knees. You can pay up front.” Sinking to the ground, the girl opens her mouth. She remembers what she needs to.
Taking his cock in her throat, she bobs her head slowly. The technician holds her ponytail and pushes himself deep. Choking and sucking and trying to breathe through her nose, a long strand of drool escapes her lips and down the front of her shirt. “I can delete this for you too.” He grins as he facefucks her. Slipping his cock out from her open mouth, she jacks him off with both hands. “Uh… no… I’ll keep this…”
Seated in her chair, the man plugs the cord back into her head. Her face is covered in his cum. Loading up the program, he sits down next to her. “We have a small problem. You need at least some memories. I can’t take out more until you make some more.” A flash of her old personality comes through in an impatient huff. “That’ll take too long, is there something else you can do?”
“In theory… I can replace them. I have old ones saved from other people. You’ll think they’re yours.” The girl touches her face, feeling the sticky mess he left on her. “…what kind of memories are they…?” He puts his hand on her thigh. “I’ve got some pretty bad ones. Really messed up stuff. Would you like those?” She lays her hand on his. “…yeah…”
Unconscious, the girl twitches in the chair. Her mouth hangs open, saliva and cum running down from the corner of her lips. The technician uploads a personal selection of memories. Once forgotten, they find new life in the young girl’s mind. Her body convulses as he inserts a particularly vile one. He puts his hand down her pants as the program deletes more of her old life.
She’s almost two hours late for her next session. The man waits, hoping she’ll show. When the girl does, her airy expression is almost blank. “What happened to you?” He asks, looking at her ripped clothes under her jacket. “Some guy used me, just normal stuff.” The young lady responds with a giggle. Her panties are missing and her shirt is hanging on by a thread. The technician feels a pang of jealousy.
Groping her tits, he guides the girl to her chair. A dildo sits on the seat, waiting for her. “I’m worried about you. I’m going to microchip you, so I can keep track of where you are. Know you’re safe.” She doesn’t really understand. “Uh, yeah, whatever.” Annoyed, the technician guides her pussy onto the thick dildo. “Looks like you’re still a bit of a brat. Hopefully I can get rid of that this session.”
The girl passes out as the program starts to run. A subdermal injection lets him see her location at any time. He listens to her mumbling as more of her mundane memories are removed. The man runs his hand over her smooth, full pussy as he decides on what to replace them with. A few years from a sex worker at a cheap brothel will suffice. She lets out a soft moan as she remembers one of her regulars taking out his frustrations on her.
Staring out the window, she looks completely lost. “Do you remember me?” He asks, resting his hand on her ass. “Uh… you… you’ve been helping me?” The technician shrugs. “Close enough. You still need to pay.” She remembers that. Bending over at the waist, the girl grinds her bum into his crotch. Unbuckling his belt, he rubs the head of his cock against her bare pussy before lifting it a bit higher.
A grunt and he pushes his cock halfway into her ass. Thinking back across her sexual history, the technician realizes he’s the first to take her there. She’d remember things differently now, but he knew the truth. Working himself deeper, the girl gasps. “…thank you…” Her voice is a breathless, ragged whisper. His cock twitches inside of her tight hole. “…thank you for helping me…”
Grabbing her hips, the technician thrusts hard into his patient. She squeals and giggles. It’s normal for her, now. Pressing her hands against the glass, she pushes back into him. “…thank you thank you thank you…” Gripping onto her ponytail, he pulls her head back towards him. Kissing her neck, groping her tits, fucking her ass. The feral technician ruts into her. “So good…”
“…I’m good…” Her ditzy smile makes his cock ache. A smack on her bare tits makes her laugh. It’s infectious. Overcome with zeal, he laughs with her. A careful push to the floor and he mounts her bum. Driving all his weight into the helpless girl, she keeps her hips high so he can force himself all the way inside.
“Squeeze tight.” He orders. She responds immediately, clenching her ass around his cock. His hand presses against the plug on the back of her head. The other hand pushes her cheeks open wider. “Squeeze tighter.” The technician orders again. She obeys. Her stupid smile glistens in the fading light from the window. “More, you dumb slut.” Thrusting harder and faster, he finishes deep in her bum.
“…thank you…” The girl mumbles as they lie together on the floor. Light pollution fills the small office. “What do I do now…?” Easing himself out of her, the man stands. “Back to the chair for you. We have more work to do.”
She stumbles as he guides her back to her seat. He makes her sit her ass on the dildo. The girl lets out a sigh of relief as it pushes inside of her. The technician plugs in the cord. A quick search of his desk and he returns with a vibrator. “Spread your legs.” He grunts. She opens them wide, letting her calves hang off the armrests. Pushing the toy inside, the girl’s face lights up as he turns it on.
“I thought we were done for the day.” She rubs her clit as he boots up the program. “Not yet. I need to delete something. And add a little more.” The girl smiles at him and plays with her nipples. “Can we fuck again?” He codes a special memory, something deep. “After. We’ll do this first.”
“But I wanna fuck now… fuck my ass like that again… c’mon…” Her voice fades as he sends her into unconsciousness. “Still a brat.” The technician mumbles to himself. “Why can I not get rid of that.” He searches her memory. Finding his target, he deletes it quickly. A few moments later and he uploads his final replacement. The vibrator hums as he waits for the transfer to complete.
The girl stirs again. He stands over her in the dark office. As soon as she wakes, she starts to rub. Squeezing her cheeks, the man forces her to look up at him.
“Do you remember me?”
The girl bursts into laughter. “Of course I remember you!” Her hips rock up and down, working the dildo in and out of her ass.
“I belong to you!”
The technician grins. He kisses her. She moans and rubs and grinds and lets his tongue play with hers. “Can we fuck now? Please? Fuck your property? Really rough. Fuck me up. Please?” A gentle hand holds her by the ponytail and leads her off the chair. “Not yet. I’m going to take you home first.” The girl pouts. “Ugh… Wanna get fucked right now…” He lets out a defeated sigh. “Still a little bratty, I guess.”
Kneeling on the floor, she tries to suck his cock. He fends off the mindless girl. “Home first. Then I’ll ruin you.” She looks confused. “I don’t remember home.” The technician unplugs the cord. “You haven’t been there before. It’s your new home.” The girl nuzzles her face into his crotch. “And that’s where I get fucked?” He quickly cleans up the mess she left on the chair. “Yes.”
“One last thing. Walk over there and get your jacket.” He points to her clothes lying near the door. The girl almost tries to stand. Like a newborn fawn, she crawls to the jacket. “Why did you crawl? Why didn’t you walk?” He asks, following behind her closely. “I dunno how to do that… can we fuck…?” The technician smiles and helps her cover up.
“Good girl. Let’s take you home.”
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Strange sounds from his roommate’s bedroom. Just getting home, he puts away his stuff as he tries to guess what she’s up to. Thumping, scratching, clanking. She was a private person, and he never wanted to bother her by asking. The girl never talked much anyways, just shuffled from room to room in her baggy clothes – avoiding conversation and eye contact. The man settles into his nightly routine. Staring into their fridge, he hears a faint voice from her room.
“Help me! Are you home? I need help! Help!” Thoroughly confused, he moves to her door and knocks. “Uh… Hey? You okay in there?” A long pause. “…no. I need help.” Turning the handle, he peers into her bedroom for the first time. The man had always imagined it would be bizarre, but he’s still shocked by the scene.
A large TV facing the bed silently plays porn. The walls are covered in hentai posters, depicting women in painful, humiliating positions. A cage, a dog bowl - she doesn’t have a dog. The dresser is covered in sex toys. He steps inside cautiously, and drinks in more details. In her wardrobe hangs the two oversized hoodies she always wears and a few dozen sets of lingerie. The video playing on the TV is graphic and violent. Sticky notes of affirmation are pasted on her mirror. Cum dump. Stupid whore. Let him use you.
Standing next to the bed, his mouth agape, he looks down at his weird roommate. Her wrists are chained to the head of the bedframe. Her legs are spread wide, pulled open by more restraints. Shibari ropes cut into her body. A collar is tight around her neck. As his eyes wander down to her exposed crotch, he sees a big wand held in place by the ropes. Pressed into her clit, it buzzes faintly as the battery dies. A huge puddle of sweat and cum is under her ass.
“My key broke…” She whimpers pathetically. “…what…” He’s still trying to process everything. “I can’t get out. My key broke.” Shaking his head, he fiddles with the manacles around her wrists. The broken key is jammed into the lock. “…it’s always the quiet ones…” He mumbles to himself as he fiddles with the restraints. The girl twitches and whines as he fails to free her.

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Practice. The suction cup of her dildo makes a silly sound as she sticks it to the bedroom wall. Tying her hair into a quick ponytail, the girl drops to her knees. Her face nuzzles against the cock. She runs her tongue along the bottom and teases the head. Carefully rehearsed movements are executed perfectly on the silicone toy. Burying the cock in her throat, the girl takes pride in her hard work and dedication.
Finishing her practice session, she wipes off her chin. The dildo is washed and put away. She goes out for groceries. Her handsome neighbour waves to her. Too shy to say hello, the girl gives him an awkward nod. Maybe one day. She walks past the sex shop where she got her toy. Someday soon. Returning home with the same food she buys every time, the girl watches a video as she eats. Playing with a fidget toy, she takes mental notes as the woman on the screen gives a sloppy blowjob.
Her lips hold tight on the head. Her hand strokes up and down the shaft. Holding out her tongue, she slaps it against her mouth. I wonder if a real guy would’ve cum by now. When she first started practicing, her jaw would get sore quickly. Now she’s confident that she could last long enough. I wonder what it would taste like. She pulls her lips off the cock with a satisfying pop. I think I’m ready.
The neighbour greets her with a friendly smile. The girl returns a dull stare and a nervous wave. Soon. I just need a little bit more practice. Today, she stops outside the sex shop. A deep breath and a flutter of her hands, and she steps inside. Approaching the woman at the counter, she asks to use the back room.
“Someone’ll be by soon. Have fun!” The door closes. Left alone in the tiny room, the girl surveys her surroundings. A TV for watching porn. A kneepad on the floor. A waist-high hole in the wall. She squirms with excitement. Time to see if her hours of practice have paid off. Tying her hair into a ponytail, she waits.
Faint noises. The girl leaps. She hears him clear his throat. The unbuckling of a belt. A relaxed sigh. A half-hard cock appears, popping through the through the gloryhole. Stepping closer, her heartbeat increases. It’s finally happening. She kneels. The stranger’s cock is inches from her face. Her fingers wrap around it. It’s warm. The cock starts to swell in her hand.
Just like in her favourite movies, the girl starts by stroking it. It gets harder as her grip tightens. She rubs it against her face. The man grunts. Her tongue works along the shaft. The man groans. I can’t wait any longer. The girl’s nose touches the wall as she thrusts the cock into her mouth. Fuck, it tastes good. She thinks. “Fuck, that feels good.” He moans.
The girl bobs her head, stroking everything as her lips work the cock. I need to slow down. Let it build. Back to licking the shaft, she can’t help but smack it against her face. Her tight grip quickens, pushing her thumb up under the tip. A droplet of precum appears. She greedily licks it up, letting her tongue press into the man’s foreskin. Forgetting to pace herself, the girl’s lips reach the base of his cock. The next drop of precum dribbles down her throat.
“Fuck me, you’re a good cocksucker.” His compliment fills her stomach with butterflies. She fills her cheeks with dick. The girl doesn’t reply. The stranger feels her thanking him by pumping his cock in and out of her mouth. Faster and faster, the man’s cock starts to twitch. His gasps become louder. Drool runs down her chin, dripping onto the kneepad. The girl’s eyes water as she facefucks herself.
The stranger lets out a long groan. Her nostrils flare, not letting go of her death-grip suction on his cock. It twitches in her throat. The girl swallows once. Pulling back slightly, her lips rest around the man’s head. Still cumming, his semen floods across her tongue. It tastes bitter, thick and sticky. Inhaling deeply, she savours the taste of her first load. Pushing forward, the girl keeps sucking.
His grunting sounds more sharp and violent. The mix of cum and spit makes bubbles, leaking out of her mouth as she bobs her head on his cock. Even as it softens slightly, the girl doesn’t let go. She doesn’t know when to stop. Cum drips onto the kneepad. “…oh, fuck…” The man mumbles. Picking up her pace, the man slowly starts to harden again. The girl listens to his sounds. As he approaches his second climax, she pops her sloppy mouth off his dick. His cum splatters across her grinning face.
Hours later, the shopkeeper knocks on the door. The store is closing. Wiping herself clean, she thanks the woman before scurrying off into the night. Arriving home, her hands flit around as she dances about her apartment. She stops in front of the dildo still stuck against her bedroom wall. The girl gives it a kiss and a giggle.
“I was starting to think you hated me, or something.” Sitting in her neighbour’s kitchen, the man boils water for tea. The girl blushes and avoids eye contact. “Sorry, I’m just really shy…” He fills the teapot as she puts her hair into a ponytail. Her neighbour fetches two mugs from the cupboard. When he turns around, the girl is kneeling in front of him. He exhales, carefully putting down the cups as she undoes his belt.
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thinking about having a dom who makes me and another sub play with each for their amusement
make us strip each other, reminding us to sloppily make out and mark each other. you get more and more aroused every time we whimper or moan in wanting
you decide that one of us will be a cum slut and the other will be an edge slut. the cum slut gets overstimulated until she has no more orgasms left, and the edge slut gets ruthlessly denied no matter how hard she begs to cum
we lick each others clits, finger drippy pussies, pinch hard nipples. if you want it to be even more entertaining, you give us straps and vibrators to wreck each other with
but it’s not just playing. if one of us misbehaves, the other sub has to punish us, per your instructions
if the cum slut gets too greedy, trying to make the edge slut fuck her harder or faster, you tell the edge slut to stop fucking her. make her go face down ass up, spread her cheeks, and tell the edge slut to only fuck her in the ass from now on
if the edge slut cums, make the cum slut tie her up in a starfish position. tell her to spank the edge slut’s pussy. since eating her out or fucking her with a strap was clearly too much, now she’ll get edged with nipple pinches, feather light touches on the clit, or pussy slaps
not only would it be fun for you, but it would bring your good girls closer together🥰
thinking about an escape room but the twist is that if you don't get out in time, you're used by the entire staff until they're satisfied.
you know what you're getting into, of course. you sign the forms saying that the facility can't be held liable for any damages that happen to you. afterwards, you're stripped down and restrained. cuffs around your wrists behind your back as you're bent over a table, chains holding your ankles together. a collar is attached to your neck, connected in two places. one, to hold you still on the table. and the other connected to the ceiling with a lot of slack. you seem to be in a dungeon, iron bars blocking the unlocked exit.
you're left alone and the timer is placed immediately in front of you, counting down, minute by minute. right where you can see it. the restraints are firm and secure, but they each have their give, their weaknesses. the chains on your feet can be undone by looping it around the corner of the table and pulling at it at just the right angle. then you have to move your cuffed wrists behind your back and under your legs so you can use them.
the part of the collar connecting you to the table is dealt with by simply unhooking it, meaning you're able to stand up and move around the room. there's a box with a pile of keys for you to sort through. one of them must open the cuffs. one of them must unlock the bars. you sort through them in a hurry, adrenaline making your cuffed hands shake as you try each and every one of them, adding them gradually to the discard pile. once your hands are free, you fiddle with your collar. it doesn't seem to have any give. but while doing this, you see that on the other side of the iron bars is a bolt cutter, exactly what you need.
you're invigorated, trying all the keys on the bars as the minutes count down. your time is scarce, it's moving far more quickly than you're able to take into account. until finally, the lock clicks. the metal gate swings open and you can see the bolt cutter on the floor right in front of you.
except when you walk forward, the collar around your neck tugs you back. the tool is just out of reach. you can't get enough slack to pick it up. you try desperately, every option you can think of, to stretch your body out and try and kick the bolt cutter closer to you, desperately now as you see you only have three minutes remaining, then two, then one and a half.
until you finally remember the chains on your feet. you hurry back to the table, reaching under it to grab the chains and looking at the time left on the timer. 50 seconds. you hurry back to the iron bars, throwing the chains, trying to lasso the bolt cutter to finally get it in your grasp. and with 20 seconds remaining, the tool hooks onto the end of the shackles on the chains, and you desperately try reeling it in. 15 seconds, and you're pulling it closer, so very carefully. until finally, you reach down and wrap your hands around the tool and that's when your heart sinks.
it wasn't a bolt cutter. it was a toy. lightweight and useless, like something that would go in a child's tool set. and you realise: you were never meant to escape this. you never even had a chance. you had willingly walked into a trap.
your time is up and an alarm sounds, the lighting in the room turning red. the staff walk through the door, heading straight for you, cocks and straps and toys in hand, grins of delight on their faces.
they push you back onto the table and use you exactly how they want to, each and every one of them noticing how soaked you've gotten just from being in the escape room and playing this game, mocking you for what a slut you are as they take you without any preamble.
they use all your holes simultaneously, manhandling you into whatever positions they want. bending you over, taking you from behind. seeing how much can fit into you at once. slapping you about, spitting on you, spanking and whipping, passing you from one to another. never a moment for you to rest or recover before you're impaled on another cock.
all while their mocking voices taunt you.
this is what you were asking for when you came here. this is exactly what you were hoping for. to be used relentlessly. you never wanted to escape anyway, no matter what you'd say. you needed to be used like this. only sluts ever enter these escape rooms, and so you would be treated as what you were. willing holes for them.
once they've all had their turn, they take the toy bolt cutter and shove it into your used hole, fucking you with it slowly. it's too big and uncomfortable, but you stretch around it so easily after all that use. your arousal making it easy. you keep crying out, and they keep laughing. this was the thing you thought would set you free. this was your salvation for twenty minutes or so, all you cared to get. and now they were filling you with it. and worse than that, they were making sure you enjoyed it.
they bring you to an intense orgasm with the very thing you thought would save you. your mind is foggy and you can't think of much aside from the feeling of the toy inside you. you're burning with embarassment.
you came so close to escaping. you were so resourceful and clever about it all. but now you were nothing but holes for them to use until they decided they were done. all that intelligence you used to try and get out would leak out with your arousal as they continued to whore you out. your brain would never work the same once they were done with you. once they had reduced you to something so pathetic.
they aren't done using you. they won't be for a while. and you don't know if you ever want to be done serving them. this is where thinking got you, and now you were being put in your place.
POV it's your turn to host game night with all your boys so they come around to our place and you get the TV on whilst i get beers for all your friends before everyone gets between tipsy-drunk on their beverage
we start with drunk jenga where i lose and the best punishment that all your male friends can come up with in their drunken fervour is to each spank my ass once
my thighs are clenched tight around pussy which begins pulsing with ancticipation as I'm bent over onto your lap with my ass in the air, recieving a slap from each of your mates that gets more confident by member - the last on going as far as to lift my skirt and expose the thin lacy thong that doesn't cover much, as his hand leaves a red print over my delicate skin
then the next game is snakes and ladders - but instead of choosing to fall down the snake - it's decided that the men can get their cocks out, and I can take off an item of clothing for each time i land on a snake.
it feels almost suspicious how every dice roll seems to lead me to a snake - and how by the end of a short, fifteen minute game, the men end it early, just when i take off my skirt and wear nothing but my lacy bra and sheer panties...
and they move onto twister.
but in this version of twister, they decide that I am the subject - the only one to play... And someone spins for me for each turn, and then have a minute to fuck me in x position to try and make me cum.
I wanted to protest and look to you to tell them no, but the rowdy, drunken men put the mat out and had made the decision before i could protest - spinning the hand so that it was "left hand on red"
I got onto my knees to put my hand there - not wanting to bend over and leave my posterior vulnerable to the men that had no regard for how i felt about the crude game, yet as my knees hit the floor and hand attached onto the mat, I heard metal clinking for just a moment before there was a cock pressed into my behind, penetrating my hole and making a gasp exit my throat as someone pushed their cock into my pussy, slipping in all too easily and snapping their hips against mine rabidly
"so fucken wet, such a good pussy - you hearin' that?"
my cheeks were red with shame that despite my lack of want to be in this situation, my pussy was dripping with slick, wet with subconsious want to be fucked by all these men, in front of all these men.
"that's time. next spin... left foot on blue."
They each fucked me. one by one as i moved my body into different positions and had they come between my legs whilst i cried at the force they hammered themselves into me, simply using me as a vessel to chase their own pleasure.
i didn't cum, but they did - many of them did - shooting them cum into me and laughing as it dribbled back out of my pussy.
they guffawed and took great pleasure when i had to split my legs open from one side of the mat to the other and a fat glob of hot white cum spilled from my pussy and onto the mat, my cheeks burning red as i felt my pussy throbbing at how much i enjoyed the humiliation.
round after round - some chose to use fingers instead, not wanting to get their cocks leaked on my other men's seed - some used a vibrator instead, pressing the vibrating head against my clit and watching as my body shook with overstimulated pleasure, my pussy clenching and opening sporadically and making more cum gush from the creamy white hole, showing what a mess you'd made of my body
at the end of the night when the men zip their pants up and leave, you turn to me and ask whether we could host games night again sometime
despite how broken my body is and how tears stain my cheeks from how much i cried...
i cant help but nod that yes i want that to happen again.
Your package has arrived. Prancing to her front door, the girl peers through the window to ensure the delivery driver has left. Retrieving the box from the doormat, the girl smuggles it inside. It’s heavier than I expected. She had spent weeks researching her purchase and begrudgingly followed the sane advice. Your first dildo should be a bit on the smaller side. Don’t get something with a lot of extra features. Keep it simple. Opening up the package, she’s giddy for the slim, smooth, featureless dildo inside. To finally feel what it’s like to be penetrated by more than just her fingers.
A pause. The object inside looks nothing like what she expected. Checking the packing slip, she sees the brand she ordered - a complete mismatch to what she received. Lifting the weighty sex toy from the box, the girl is baffled at how they could have mistaken the two items. The dildo she had ordered was small and sleek. This was…
…thick, ridged, bumpy, veiny, completely inhuman. Everything her research had told her to avoid for her first. Disappointment and curiosity rumble through her as she sits on her bed, staring at the monstrous toy. Her eyes drift down the shaft. Near the base of the cock is a huge knot. She remembers feeling frustrated when she was advised against starting off with a toy like that. Of all the bells and whistles she wanted, that knot was the most difficult to let go. Now she was alone with it.
I should return it. It’s a shipping error. I should start smaller. Her hands stroke the silicone cock. I could just play with it a bit. Maybe wash it and return it. I’ve waited so long. She slips out of her panties.
Rubbing the cock against her hips and thigh, she touches her wet pussy. Seeing the dildo lying against her small frame sends shivers through her body. No wonder they said to start small. The thick, veiny cock would be a big stretch for her, even without the knot. But just rubbing would be fine…
Squeezing it between her thighs, she begins to slide her pussy up and down the shaft. Every bump and crevasse on the wicked cock makes her body tingle. Her heart pounds when she rubs her clit against the knot. Comparing the size of the toy against her petite body, she can see that if it was any larger it would reach her belly button.
Just the tip. A fib as old as sex itself. Bringing her hips over the head of the cock, she straddles the monster and touches it to her hole. The girl’s wet pussy nestles against it. The tip is already slippery from her cum. As she works it inside of her, she strokes the knot. Her favourite fantasy plays out in her head.
Something like this… would just… take me… Her hips drop as she pulls the monstrous dildo up into her tiny cunt. A sweet, squeaky moan and she rolls onto her back. The cock is thrust into her again and again, stopping at the knot each time. The harsh features make her pussy wet. It wouldn’t care, even if it broke me… Gripping the base she thrusts faster.
The girl’s toes curl as she watches the toy pound her. Through half closed eyes she imagines the horrifying creature that would have a cock like that. It wouldn’t stop at the knot… It wouldn’t understand if I begged it not to… Her nails dig into her breast, leaving long scratch marks against her chest.
Ragged breathing as she claws at her body. “It won’t fit. Stop. It won’t fit.” The girl makes it fit. She howls as the knot stretches her needy pussy to it’s limit – then cums as it pops inside. Lost in her fantasy, she bucks her hips and tries to fit the inch of cock below the knot inside her. Her finger touches a hidden button under the silicone in the base.
A faint click. Not yet at the end of her orgasm, the dildo comes to life. Mechanisms inside the toy cause the knot to grow. Vibrations run from the base up deep inside of her. The curved shaft lurches, bouncing against her g-spot. The monstrous toy fucks the overstimulated virgin. She lets out a shriek and tries to pull the toy out.
It’s no use. The swollen knot has hooked itself inside of her tight hole. Fumbling with the base, she fails to turn it off. Rolling around in her bed, she fails to remove it. The girl watches helplessly as a faint bump pushes out between her bellybutton and pussy – the head of the cock pounding her from inside.
Unable to separate fantasy from reality, she loses herself in her favourite dream. It just wants to breed you… stop fighting… make it cum… that’s the only way to make it stop… Delirious, the girl starts to rub her clit. The buzzing toy throbs inside of her. Let it breed you… let it take you… you can’t stop it… She squeezes herself as tight together as she can. It won't hurt you if you're a good hole... She makes herself a breeding slave for the monster.
An hour later, she’s finally found the hidden button. The vibrations stop, and the knot returns to its normal girth. Laying in a puddle of sweat and cum, she eases the abomination out of her ruined pussy. Exhausted and shivering, she hugs the soaked toy next to her naked body. The girl’s mouth opens, and her tongue touches the thick vein on the side of the cock. Working downwards, she licks and cleans the knot.

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The bus was packed, the air thick with the stench of sweat and desperation. She squeezed into a seat, her body pressed against the man beside her. He was large, his thigh brushing against hers, his hand resting on his lap. She shifted, trying to create some space, but it was impossible. The bus lurched forward, throwing her against him.She felt something hard press against her leg and froze. His hand moved, gripping her thigh possessively.She glanced at him, but his eyes were fixed straight ahead, a small smile playing on his lips. Hishand inched higher, fingers digging into her flesh. She opened her mouth to protest, but no sound came out.The bus rumbled on, oblivious to the assault happening in its midst. His hand reached the hem of her skirt, slipping underneath. She gasped as his fingers brushed against her panties, tracing the outline of her slit.
She tried to push his hand away, but he was too strong.His fingers hooked into her panties, pulling them aside.She bit her lip to stifle a moan as he plunged two fingers into her wet pussy.Hepumped them in and out, his thumb circling her clit. The pleasure was overwhelming, her body betraying her as it responded to his touch.She glanced around frantically, praying no one noticed. But the other passengers were lost in their own worlds, unaware of the rape happening right beside them.He added a third finger, stretching her, filling her. His hand moved faster, fucking her harder. She could feel an orgasm building, her hips bucking involuntarily against his hand.Suddenly, he withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth. He sucked them clean, his eyes locking with hers."Delicious," he whispered, his voice low and menacing.
The bus came to a halt, the doors swinging open.He stood, grabbing her arm and dragging her off the bus.She stumbled after him, her mind reeling.He pulled her into a dark alley, pushing her against the wall. Heunzipped his pants, his hard cock springing free.Without a word, he lifted her skirt and plunged into her, his thickness stretching her sore pussy.She cried out, the pain and pleasure overwhelming her.He fucked her hard and fast, his hips slamming against hers.The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed through the alley.He came with a grunt, filling her with his hot seed.He pulled out, tucking himself back into his pants. He looked at her, a cruel smile on his face."Until next time, slut," hesaid, walking away and leaving her there, used and dripping with his cum.
Love the idea of casual, household free use. Sitting down on the couch next to you while you’re watching tv, just to pull you onto my lap, slide a hand up your skirt and just start rubbing your clit through your panties until a wet spot formed. Groping your tits with my other hand while you stutter through an explanation about what you’re watching, taking your shirt off without missing a beat. You’d grind on my hand while you unzip and unbutton my pants, sliding my cock out and eagerly pushing your panties to the side to shove it in while you ask me about my day. I’d love to tell you about how busy work was, and about the people I had to deal with while you whimper out little “uh huh”s with each bounce. Suddenly I’d grab your waist, shoving you all the way onto my cock as I cum deep inside of you, feeling you relax and lie back against my body, grabbing my hands and placing them on your tits, holding onto them while I squeeze and play with them. “I missed my good girl” you’d hear whispered in your ear as you cockwarmed me for the next few hours splayed over me while I lazily rubbed circles on your clit, watching tv and taking in each other’s company.
Making plans to go out to the mall with you, letting you know that I’ll be at your place in ten minutes to pick you up. When I get there and knock on the door, however, you greet me in a crop top with your tits peeking out from underneath and a short skirt. You dismiss my surprise, telling me that it’s summer time and it’s just soooo hot outside, you don’t have anything better to wear to beat the heat. As you walk past me to my car though, you do catch a glimpse of the bulge in my pants, knowing my thoughts were immediately of dragging you into your house and tearing those slutty clothes off of you.
The drive to the mall was eventful as well, as I nearly rear ended a car multiple times because I kept glancing over at you bouncing in the passenger seat, singing along to the radio and squeezing your tits together with your elbows, acting completely innocent in your teasing of me.
When we get into the mall you basically spend the whole time draped over my arm, wrapping your arms around mine and pressing my hand in your cleavage, pretending like everything is completely normal as I start to lose my mind. We pass by a Victoria’s Secret and you grab my arm, dragging me over to the displays, talking about how you “have something like this, but wayy more revealing” before looking back up at me and watching my face turning red from imagining it.
We walk down a hallway of the mall, empty rooms dotting either wall, shops that moved out or have yet to even open up, so it’s all eerily quiet. Suddenly, you feel my hand slide across your back, gripping you tightly as I pull you into the bathroom at the end of the hall, shoving you into the stall and locking the door behind me. Before you have a chance to ask what the fuck I’m doing, my hand slips under your skirt and slides across your cunt. “You weren’t going to tell me that you didn’t wear panties, slut?” I ask, staring you straight into the eyes. You stare up at me, your face becoming flush as you sit back onto the toilet lid, your thighs pressing together, already slick from me sliding my fingers across your hole. “I-I must’ve forgotten them, you rush me-“ you begin to say, excusing yourself of blame, when I grab your top and pull it up, letting your tits fall out. “And no bra either, you must’ve been looking for a reason for this to happen to you, right?” I ask, grabbing the buckle of my belt and undoing it, letting it slide out of my belt loops. I grab your wrists and tighten it around them, leaving you unable to use your hands as I grab my pants, my hard cock throbbing in front of your face. “You’ve been teasing me all damn day, you little brat… now you need to face the consequences of doing that.” I say, grabbing a fistful of your hair and shoving your mouth onto my cock. You choke and drool over it, feeling it hit the back of your throat as I move your head back and forth, fucking that dolled up little face of yours for teasing me for so long. You move your hands to your needy cunt, fingering yourself as I use your mouth, sending reverberations down my shaft with every moan as your drool drips down onto your tits. You play with your nipples, trying hard to not pass out from how rough I’m being, looking up at me with tears in your eyes, stinging from your makeup smearing down your face. “You’ve got such a perfect little throat to fuck, baby, I should’ve just done this sooner, it would’ve saved us a lot of trouble, and I could’ve actually gotten some shopping done.” I moan, lamenting the clothes I passed up because you were too busy doing all but grinding on my leg like the needy whore you are.
I pull my cock out of your throat and smack it against your face, watching you pant, spit bubbles slipping down the corners of your lips as your fingers make a mess out of your pussy. I pick you up and turn you around, flipping the skirt up and seeing the buttplug you put in for me, before sliding my cock along the folds of your pussy, then shoving it all the way in as I rail you mercilessly, gripping your hips hard enough to hurt so so good. You bite your lip, stifling moans and screams as I rail you, realizing that this was all your fault, that I’m going to fill your empty little cunt with as many loads of cum as I can, before making you finish shopping with me as my love drips down your thighs.
If you make a mess on my car seats on the way home, you know you’re going to get punished again.
wake me up by settling your cock in between my ass. slide it up and down, softly groaning in my ear as precum leaks from your angry tip, anxious to slip into my wet hole. when i roll over onto my front, climb on top of me, spreading my thighs apart slowly to not wake me up. lick two fingers and slide them into my pussy, getting me just wet enough that it’s easy for your dick to push in. slowly push your cock in, easing it in inch by inch, my hole clenching softly as i get used to your girth. when i start to stir, take the plunge and start properly fucking me. slam your dick into me again and again, whispering in my ear “i’m so sorry, i had to, you looked so pretty” as you violently pound me into the bed.
Sounds like a fun night for me and my sub
How is my girl doing today? Let me know if she is in mood to be babied or fucked like whore or both? Ah did I burden you with a decision, a choices. You want daddy to decide. How about you put your head in my lap, I pamper your cheeks, brush your hair while you give me sloppy head job. Hmmm. Do my princess prefer her pussy overstimulated or slapped?

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My mood is fucking that beautiful face for hours and then make a dinner for you and feed you with my own hands while you are tied to a chair and softly moaning because of the vibe attached to your clit in a light mode.
I wanna just bend you over my desk and use your drippy hole to jerk off. Just slide my cock in and out, in and out, in and out, slow and deep, please myself with a loud growl and grunts. Such a useful toy for Daddy to relax his mind and a cute cumpdump to hold Daddy's cumm in her ovulating fertile cunt.