Dirty minded and love it

Make me "feed" your friends in front you. Strip me in front of them, make me jiggle my tits and moo while they watch. Order me to be a good cow and do my job. Then watch as I place my boobs in their mouths one by one and massage my tits while they suckle. Watch me feed your friends again and again and again until you grow too hard and order me to present my pussy so you can fuck it while my tits sway back and forth. Then put them back in your friends' mouths while I'm still full of your cum.

No, baby. I’m going to edge you slow and cruel until your eyes are streaming and your voice cracks from begging. I’ll keep that swollen clit throbbing right on the edge, stroking you just enough to make you shake, then stop the second you start to tip over. Again and again.

You’ll sob and whimper like the pathetic, desperate whore you are, hips bucking uselessly, drooling and pleading for mercy while I laugh at how fucking filthy and needy you’ve become for me.

Look at you already — eyes glassy, lips trembling, ready to break just because I feel like playing with my toy.

But with what coherent thoughts they can form they have a mischievous idea, and so they pull the dominant one into a kiss so their faces are closer, and when they both pull away the submissive one whisper's the other's trigger word to make them cum instantly. Sending them from a 6 to a 10 in seconds. The submissive one laughs about it and the dominant one gets a bit flustered but keeps fucking them, even rougher now to prove a point even though they're a bit sensitive from just cumming.

Then, once the dominant one regains composure, the submissive one does it again. It turns into a repeated cycle until the dominant one isn't feeling so dominant anymore and is whimpering and bordering on crying from how overstimulated they are. They finally try to pull out only for the other to wrap their legs around them and smirk. Telling them they aren't done yet, making them keep fucking them and telling them exactly how to do it.

"It only looks big, promise it'll fit if I work you open first. I can take my time."

"Its okay, you can cum baby. We're not gonna be done until I finish, just enjoy yourself while I get you stretched out."

"I know, I know. You can handle finishing a couple more times, cant you? Just tryin to be thorough, dont wanna hurt you when I get inside."

"There, all loose for me. You don't gotta move a muscle sweetheart, you're doing so good for me."

"Am I almost done? Be patient, I waited through prepping you, let me take my time."

"Mhm, i know, its alright. You dont gotta finish again if you dont want, you feel perfect now that you're broken in, I'll be gentle."

"Shh, shh, you don't need that. Relax, you're on birth control, right? ...Well that's fine, I dont mind paying child support. You'll be cute pregnant, I can keep you for a bit if it makes you feel better."

"You got to finish like eight times, you'll survive letting me have two. Hey, hey, don't cry, its only because you're so sweet, I can't help it. Just chill out, you can't move anyway, might as well let me take care of it, right?"

"No its okay baby, you can pass out if you need. You're cute like that, you look like prime rαpebait with your eyes all glazed over haha. Hm? I said you look beautiful, take it easy precious."

"Mmm... You even listening? I'm just gonna go a couple more times, make sure it sticks. You'll make a good parent, get some rest and I'll take care of it."

you just came. hard. your first orgasm leaving you shaking, gasping for air. and now my fingers are still inside you. still moving. pushing you toward a second one that you’re not sure your body can handle.

you trying to squirm away. hips twisting. trying to escape. but my grip is firm. hands on your hips. keeping you exactly where i want you. “where do you think you’re going, baby?”

“it’s too much, i can’t—” your voice breaking. tears already forming. the sensitivity making every curl of my fingers feel electric. overwhelming.

“aww, poor baby. it’s too much?” mocking gently. pumping my fingers. curling them deep. “then why is your pussy taking my fingers so well? why are you so wet, sweetheart?”

you whimpering. no answer. because i’m right. your body is responding even though you’re protesting. “if i pulled my fingers out right now, you’d beg for them back, wouldn’t you?”

pulling them almost all the way out. you gasping. hips chasing my hand without thinking. “see? knew it.” sliding them back in. three fingers. filling you. “such a desperate thing.”

my other hand moving to your breast. pinching your nipple. rolling it between my fingers. you crying out. “please, i just came—” “i know you did, baby. i was there. and now you’re going to cum again.”

thumb finding your clit. rubbing circles. fingers pumping inside you. other hand playing with your nipples. alternating between them. pinching. tugging gently.

“you said you couldn’t cum more than once, remember?” curling my fingers. hitting that spot. “but look at you now. already getting close again. were you lying to me, baby? or are you just that easy?”

you sobbing. shaking your head. “i’m not close—” “oh, you’re not?” stopping all movement. fingers still inside but not moving. hand leaving your breast. “then i guess i’ll stop.”

you whimpering. hips trying to move. to get friction. “that’s what i thought.” starting again. pumping my fingers. rubbing your clit. “poor baby can’t make up her mind. is it too much or do you need more?”

“both… it’s both…” you crying. overstimulated. “aww, that’s so hard for you, isn’t it?” condescending. affectionate yet mocking. “your body wants to cum so bad but it’s all so sensitive. must be so confusing for you, sweetheart.”

bringing my wet fingers from your pussy to your mouth. “open.” you obeying. taking my fingers in. sucking them clean. tasting yourself. “good girl. taste how wet you are. taste how much your body wants this even though you’re crying about it.”

sliding my fingers back inside you. three again. filling you completely. other hand back to your nipples. pinching harder this time. you moaning around my fingers still in your mouth. “look at you. taking my fingers in both holes. such a good little slut for me.”

pulling my fingers from your mouth. using that hand to hold your hip again. keeping you still. the other hand alternating between fucking you and rubbing your clit. you getting closer. building faster than you thought possible.

“please… please i’m so close…” “already? but i thought you couldn’t cum again?” teasing. mocking gently. “i thought it was too much for you, baby.”

curling my fingers. hitting that spot over and over. thumb pressing hard on your clit. “go ahead then. prove yourself wrong. cum for me like the desperate little thing you are.”

you breaking. cumming hard around my fingers. clenching. moaning loudly. crying. me not stopping. keeping the same pace. pushing you right through it. “that’s two. let’s go for three.”

“no! i can’t, not again—” you sobbing now. completely oversensitive. trying desperately to close your legs. to escape. me forcing them open. “you can. and you will.”

both hands on you now. one fucking you relentlessly. fingers pumping fast. curling. the other hand pinching your nipple hard. you crying out. overwhelmed. “poor baby. so sensitive but still so wet for me. your body just doesn’t know when to quit, does it?”

“please, it hurts—” “it doesn’t hurt, sweetheart. you’d use your safeword if it hurt. this is just overstimulating. there’s a difference.” pressing harder on your clit. “and you’re going to take it.”

bringing my hand from your breast to your mouth again. “suck.” you opening. taking my fingers. me fucking your mouth with them while my other hand fucks your pussy. “there you go. keep that mouth busy so you stop whining.”

pumping my fingers faster inside you. rougher now. your third orgasm building impossibly fast. the overstimulation making everything heightened. pulling my fingers from your mouth so you can breathe. so you can moan properly.

“look at you. crying and shaking and still taking my fingers so perfectly. if i told you to beg for more right now, you would, wouldn’t you?”

you shaking your head. “liar.” curling my fingers hard. you gasping. “your pussy is literally dripping on my hand, baby. you’re clenching so tight. you’re about to cum a third time and you still want to pretend you don’t want this?”

pinching your nipple again. hard. the pain mixing with pleasure. you moaning. getting so close. “please… please i need—” “need what? need to cum again? the third time you said was impossible?”

“yes! please let me cum!” you begging now. completely broken down. “aww, there it is. there’s my honest baby.” pumping faster. rubbing your clit frantically. “go ahead, angel. cum for me. show me what a desperate mess you are.”

you tipping over again. cumming so hard you’re almost screaming. shaking. clenching rhythmically. completely wrecked. me finally slowing. gentling. carefully pulling my fingers out.

you collapsing. sobbing. exhausted. me immediately switching. pulling you into my arms. tone completely different now. soft. loving. “shh, sweetheart. you’re okay. you did so well. so so well.”

holding you close. stroking your hair. your back. “you were perfect, baby. absolutely perfect. took everything i gave you.” kissing your forehead. your cheeks. wiping your tears. “such a good girl for me.”

you curling into me. “that was intense…” “i know, baby. but you did it. three times. you were so beautiful and good for me .” continuing to soothe you. praise you. “i’m so proud of you, sweetheart. so proud.”