Defi / Sparky

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It'd be so fucking hot if you craved my attention and validation so much that you'd show another slut how to make out with your dad's asshole. The two of you wearing perfect coats of lipstick and other pretty makeup, sat between my legs as you try to prove to me what a desperate, pathetic little gender traitor you can be for me.

"No, you dumb bitch," I'd hear you say as you drag her lips away, before diving in yourself. Swirling your tongue around my ass as your friend softly pecks at my thighs, leaving a trail of soft lipstick marks. "This is how you're meant to eat a man's ass. Like it's the tastiest thing you've ever had. Not those pathetic fucking kisses of yours."

Vile, degrading, horrible abuse because you know how much stiffer I'd get to you doing that. I'd keep quiet the entire time, allowing you to coat my balls, ass, and cock in pretty lipstick marks with her. Allowing you to abuse your friend as much as you want.

"God, you're fucking worthless, you dumb whore. You're an embarrassment. You should be grateful my dad isn't kicking the shit out of you for that pathetic display," You'd say with a hand on your cunt, and your soft, wet lips desperately kissing my cock. Trying to make up for your friend's meagre asslicking skills.

"You just have to do it like you mean it," I'd hear you say before you push your tongue into my ass. You'd feel my asshole flex around your tongue, the familiar taste of your dad's asshole causing neurons to snap and spark in your pathetic brain. "Go on then..."

God... I'd love to imagine placing a hand on your heads. One on hers, pushing her deeper into my ass, her fervent, nervous tongue desperately trying to pleasure me. Another hand on yours, your lips hidden as you litter my balls with lipstick stains, your eyes locked onto mine. Asking me if you were doing a good job.

One slight smile from me and you'd practically purr in delight. And then your crueller, evil side would return. "Oh my god, I can't believe I even brought you here. Come on, let's just do it together. You might end up having to share your man in the future if this is what your asslicking abilities are like."

The feeling of two pretty little fuckholes desperately tonguing any validation, any approval, any sweet, sweet praise from my asshole would make my cock twitch. Just aching to cum. Just aching for when you slip my cock into one of her holes. God, I'd want you to take your time teaching her to make out with my ass. Teaching her how to cover your dad's body with lipstick.

I like the idea that I might go on a date with someone off here. We'd have spent a few weeks swapping flirty, nasty, filthy messages, and you'd know exactly the sort of person I am. And I would know exactly the sort of person you are too. I'd know your kinks and fantasies. I'd know the little phrases that make you tick and your cunt twitch.

We'd go on a date, and it would start off ordinarily. Except you'd know how obviously into you I am. You'd know that even while I'm carefully placing a slice of lunch in my mouth, quietly watching you as I chew, I'm thinking about tearing off your clothes and stretching out your holes.

A lingering touch here, a heavy, fixed pair of eyes there. All the horrible, terrible things I'd said to you coming to mind immediately. Your toes would curl in their little shoes. Your cunt would twitch. How utterly improper for a first date.

You'd dance around it for a while as we walked around. You'd pretend like you couldn't feel my fingers on your waist, stroking it. Possessively. Needily. Guiding you down paths you really shouldn't be going with a man you'd just met.

And slowly the conversation would turn to the obvious. To those dark, vile thoughts we'd had. I'd bring it up as a 'joke'. "It was funny when you said..." "Remember when I made you..." "Cute how you actually did that..."

And suddenly it would no longer be a joke. And you would no longer be in control of where you stood. And you would have no idea where you were. But you wouldn't really care. Because this would be something right out of your fantasies. We wouldn't have talked about this, but you'd know it for what it is.

And despite it all — despite the palpable tension, your needy cunt, and my obviously stiff cock — you'd feel me restrain myself. Waiting to hear if you wanted this. Any sort of sign, however quiet or subtle. You'd take out your phone and switch it off.

My lips on yours, my hungry, feral hands already tearing at your clothes. Roughly rolling your skirt up and pushing you against some cold, rough brick wall. Intense need overcoming us both as those terrible words return to my lips and suddenly you're hearing them in person for the first time. You're feeling my hands pinning you against a wall. How rough. How gross.

How terrible of you to want this.

And so you'd hide your face in shame for having ever wanted this, and quickly find yourself being made to kiss me again as I force myself inside you with hard, strong strokes. Grunting as your needy lips seek out mine, moaning as your sloppy cunt clenches down on me.

Fuck, hearing you whine as I whisper filth into your ears would make me need you so much more. My mind would melt into that tight, desperate hole of yours as the words just flow out of my lips and violate your brain. Mocking and teasing, breaking your soul down as the situation empties your head.

All of it just leaking messily out of you.

You'd find yourself on the floor, your knees weak and your hands clammy. Your body being used like the perfect little fuckdoll it is. Unable to believe that you asked for this. You had no idea this would happen when you started talking to me. You had no clue you'd end up clenching your cunt down on my cock in some dark little alleyway, hours into meeting me.

Let's set some boundaries for you, sweetheart.

You're kind of... stupid after all. No, no, I'm not saying that to be mean. You are just kind of fucking brainless, though, aren't you? You're the sort of girl that'll get herself caught up with all sorts of terrible men.

I want you to be happy. You know that, right? Yeah, you do.

I want you to respect yourself. If a guy wants to see your nudes, you should say no. Aww, baby, I know you want to show off your body... so just show me instead. If he asks for nudes, I want you to say no to him. Then you're going to go to the nearest bathroom, pull up your top, give me a pretty smile, and take a photo of your fucking tits.

You know those sorts of photos are safe with me, right? You can be as slutty and nasty and vulnerable with me as you'd like. I promise I'll keep them safe.

Now... if a guy asks you to do something you don't want, what do you say? You say no. Good girl, that's right. If you're ever uncomfortable with anything I ask you to do, I'd want you to tell me. It's important to me. And then I'll probably make you do it anyway. Aww, of course I like you, sweetheart. I just want what's best for you. I know best. That's why we're setting these boundaries. That's why you'll do whatever I tell you.

See? Now you have some boundaries. Now you're so much safer in the world because of me. I care for you so much. You know that, right? I just want you to be safe and happy, and there are so many evil, fucked up, pervy men that just want to ruin your empty little head. That's right, baby. I would never.

Because I'm special, aren't I?

Yeah, I am. That's a good girl. I'm glad you can recognise all the time and effort I'm putting into you, you silly little idiot. I'm going to put some boundaries in you over time, and I promise they'll do nothing but keep you safe. Now, I think you should show how grateful you are for my help by showing me those tits of yours.

Oh, and get that pretty little face of yours in that shot too.

You know me.

God, I want to grind against your cunt and tell you how bad I need to fuck you. I want you lost in the anticipation of my cock slipping into your pussy, arching your back and pushing into me with your ass. Your pussy throbbing and twitching as you run over each vein on my dick.

"Such a good girl for letting me do this to you, aren't you?" I'd ask before pushing the tip of my cock into you. You'd freeze. I'd keep on pushing, forcefully sinking myself in as you begin to struggle a little. A firm hand on your head pushing you down against the mattress would lock you in place.

You'd be far too out of breath to say anything yet.

Having a man's cock buried in your tight, unready asshole would do that.

"That's okay, baby, you're doing a good job. You're being such a good little anal fleshlight for me," I'd say as I begin pounding into your ass. Short, shallow, fast thrusts, knocking the words out of your lips with each stroke. A small whine or groan would leave your lips.

How could you possibly say anything right now? This isn't what you wanted. Surprise and shock still flashing across your eyes, I'd look down at you and moan before drawing my cock out further. In and out. Using your ass like some broken, cheap fleshlight. Praising you as I did, thanking you for letting me do this to you while you silently scream.

The words just lingering on your tongue, begging to be said. But instead of a "no" or a "stop", you'd only manage to push out two words.

"M-my.... cunt...."

"Your cunt? Awww, of course you can rub it," I'd say with a gentle smile. Not what you wanted. Not what you meant. Not what you—

I'd draw your hand up to your pussy and encourage you to rub. "That's a good toy. Do what you need to do to make this feel better. I might be here a while."

Every night — or every day, she could not tell — she would feel him slip inside of her. The only sensation in the darkness of his basement. Back and forth, his fingers tracing her spine, his cruel, sharp words gently whispered into her ears. His mocking laugh was carved into her mind. Even as he fed her, she'd feel her body react to his laughter.

Until one day, she found her chains loose. Her heart in her mouth, she slipped them off. The weight of her body was unfamiliar to her as she stumbled across the floor of his basement. Groping around to get a sense of direction. A bannister. Then some stairs. She trod carefully and slowly, terrified they'd squeak, before reaching the door.

She was naked. She could still feel his cock buried in her. Heavily fucking itself into her pussy. She could still feel his hands grope her chest. She could feel it as if it were happening now. She shook off the feeling before slowly, slowly, oh so slowly twisting the doorknob until it would go no further.

A soft, quiet swing, and it would lead her to a corridor. The memories of her cunt being utterly violated still throbbing inside her. She blinked back tears. This was the first time she had cried in ages. The first time she allowed herself to feel hope and emotion forever. Something twitched inside her as the memory of his laughter rang through her mind.

She padded down the corridor, hoping to find an exit. How big was this house anyway? She paused as she passed the threshold, her ass stinging. No, it didn't really sting. It was just the memory of it. That piece of shit had trained every cell in her body to respond to him. Every step she walked, every breath she took, she could feel him still, as if he were using her.

Another corridor. Another choice to make. She made her choice and quietly walked. In the distance, she could hear voices. So faint and so far. It was a nightmare walking down unfamiliar halls with nothing on. At any moment now, he could find her. And god, it would be so bad.

The exit was nowhere in sight. Another hallway. Another choice. The sensations across her body got stronger. She hated it. She knew she hated it, but this was the first time she let herself truly hate it. Anger coursed through her. She would kill him.

Something moved behind her. She darted forward. It took off with her. She dared not look back, dared not scream, dared not do anything but try to stay upright and place one foot in front of the other. A door now. Different from the others. The exit. The exit. She had to reach the ex—

Darkness.

"Oh, you've woken up," he said, driving his cock into her. Her ass stung. Her face was wet with tears. "It seemed like you had a good dream. Welcome back to your reality."