death stoned NSFW

As the game ends I grab you and pull you up into my lap, lower you down onto my spit covered cock, forcing you to cockwarm me and I make you play the game now. I put the headset on you, and we start the match while I’m buried deep inside of your unsuspecting hole. I waste no time with you, I start squeezing on your hips, digging my fingers into you as I softy rut inside of you, my hands move up your body, I pull your tits out and start playing with them, groping you and squeezing them roughly, showing you who you belong to. My touch coerces the softest whines and whimpers from your mouth, and they drive me crazy.

I make you bounce up and down on me, gripping your hips and sliding you up and down as you have no choice but to focus on the game, if you die, or If you lose a round is all the more reason for me to get even more rough with you. You start moaning out, can’t even stop yourself, how pathetic. “They all muted their mics to jerk off to how pathetic and worthless you sound right now,” I whisper into your ear and slap your ass hard, making you flinch and squeeze even tighter around my cock.

You are a full blown whiny, teary eyed mess, your pussy is leaking all down my thighs, a puddle of you is forming in the chair we are in, I start to rub on your clit, getting my fingers covered in your mess, I shove them into your mouth, shutting you up for just a moment as I make you taste what I am doing to you. I force you to suck them clean, making my fingers soaked with your spit, I pull them from your mouth and shove them into your ass and I start to finger fuck your ass, all while my cock is pressed firmly against your cervix. You have to focus on the game, you need to clutch, I begin railing my cock into your cervix, forcing the most pathetic sounds to come from your mouth.

I feel you getting to the edge, i finger your ass faster, and faster, feeling you starting to clench more around me, I feel you starting to cum on my cock and I finger fuck your ass even faster, I start plunging my cock into you as deep and as fast as I possibly can, forcing multiple orgasms from your body in a row. One by one I feel you convulsing around my fingers, around my cock as several orgasms are fucked from your body.

The postgame screen pops up showing that you lost the game, “well that decides it,” you hear me say under my breath. That’s when I dig my fingers tightly into your hips, and lift your dripping mess of a pussy off of my cock. I then push you into the desk, slamming you into it, and replacing the fingers that are hooked in your ass with my cock. “Pathetic little slut, you should’ve won the game. I lost my rank because of you.” I jam myself into your ass and begin railing it with absolutely no remorse for what you’re feeling, I obliterate your tiny little hole all because you couldn’t win a game for me, how fucking pathetic.

“i can’t—” you whine. hands pushing weakly at my wrist. “i just— please i need a second—”

“you don’t need a second.” curling my fingers. feeling you clench immediately despite everything. “see that? your body didn’t need a second.”

you whimpering. hips twisting. stuck between pressing against my fingers and pulling away.

“so confused.” watching you fondly. thumb finding your clit. slow circles. “your hips don’t know which way to go do they.”

“it’s too sensitive— please—”

“i know it is.” not stopping. pumping slow. deep. “that’s what makes it so good.” pulling my fingers back slightly. showing you how wet they are. “look at that. look what you did.”

you hiding your face.

“no.” catching your chin. turning you back. “look. you’re soaked, baby. you just came and you’re still this wet.” sliding back in. three fingers this time. feeling you stretch. “your body needs more. you haven’t stopped rocking against my fingers, i can feel you.”

you crying out at the stretch. hands gripping my arm.

“such a good boy/girl. that’s it.” curling all three. finding that spot. watching your back arch. “there it is.”

“please— it’s too much— i can’t do this again—”

“you said that the first time.” thumb pressing firm against your clit. “and then you came so hard you forgot your own name.” pumping faster. watching your face. “so forgive me if i don’t believe you.”

you sobbing now. tears sliding down. and still. still your hips are moving. rolling forward desperately.

“look at that.” slowing deliberately. watching your hips chase my hand. “look at what your body does.” cooing at you. “you’re chasing my fingers while you’re crying about it being too much. do you know how that looks?”

you shaking your head. embarrassed.

“so desperate.” bringing my other hand to your chest. finding your nipple. rolling it slowly. feeling you gasp. “even now. even completely oversensitive and crying. still so desperate for me.”

“please—” broken. “please i’ll do anything— please just let me—”

“let you what.” not stopping. fingers pumping. thumb circling. “say it.”

“please let me cum— please— i need to— please—”

“you need to.” repeating it softly. curling deeper. feeling you clench. “you just came, baby. and now you need to again.” thumb pressing firm. “say it. say what you are.”

“desperate—” sobbing it. “i’m desperate— please—”

“you are.” smiling at your admission. pinching your nipple. watching you gasp through the tears. “my desperate thing. crying and begging and still so wet.” pumping faster. “go ahead then. cum for me again. show me.”

your whole body clenching. harder than before. the sounds you make, like music to my ears. hips grinding forward. shaking all the way through it.

working you through every second.

“good.” soft. affectionate. watching you come down. “that’s two.” fingers still moving. gentle now. slow. “ready for three?”

“no— no please— i genuinely can’t—” dissolving. completely gone.

“shh.” pressing a kiss to your hair. your temple. fingers not stopping. just slowing. “i know. i know baby.” thumb circling lazy. “but your body can. and i’m going to show you.”

you making a sound that has no word in it. just exhaustion and want and the specific desperation of someone who has nothing left and still somehow needs more.

“that’s my good boy/girl.” murmured against your hair. “just one more. just feel it.”

working you slow and deep and completely without mercy until you break open a third time. smaller this time. quieter. but there. completely there.

then finally. finally stilling.

pulling you close immediately. both arms. your face against my chest.

“shh.” stroking your hair. your back. pressing kisses to your forehead. your wet cheeks. “you did so well. do you hear me? so so well.”

you shaking against me. trying to catch your breath.

“three times.” said so softly. so proudly. “you said you couldn’t and you did it three times.” tilting your face up. wiping your tears so carefully. “i’m so proud of you. so proud.”

you looking up at me. leaning into my touch.

let me give you an example, pet. you know how you can trick a dog into taking its meds by putting it inside a treat? well, it's so, so easy to do the same kind of thing to you, hm? except for a slut like you, it's better to slip pills in your drinks :)

your brain does nothing but thinking about fucking, hm? i didn't even imply that i want to use you while you sleep, and your brain went there anyway.

it's just so, so easy to manipulate you into thinking whatever i want you to think. like i just reached into that pretty little head of yours and rubbed the idea into it. rub, touch, such nice words, hm?

I want you babbling. I want you talking without thinking. I want you to let the floodgates open and I want to hear your non-coherent, dirty, deepest desires.

That torrent of unfiltered begging, fantasies, fucked up words... give them to me. Give me your deepest self. Make them porn for me.