fakeboy slut

You don't find a post like this by chance. You found my blog. You clicked the tags. You hunted for this because you’re a horny, desperate pervert who needs this filthy permission slip. You’re a gooner. You want to rub and rub until your brain feels like warm static, until the only coherent thought left is more.

You’re A Slut.

Part of you flinches, but deep down I know it gets you wet. Because you know it’s the truth. You can admit it now, or you can admit it five minutes from now when you’re too soaked and mindless to lie to yourself anymore. So, stop being pathetic and...

Start Rubbing

been on T for a while now, going to the dr to get a check up- he wants to know about bottom growth, if it’s growing like it should, clean, functional. It makes sense. It makes sense that I should be undressed besides the medical gown, lied back with my legs strapped apart. if I move my legs to cover myself, I could ruin any part of the inspection, same with my hands, so it makes sense that they’re tied down and apart.

researchers standing between my propped-up legs with a sole objective - to assess my viability for an experiment they're planning to run in upcoming days - mid-cycle, not on any form of birth control, orgasm length of 30 seconds minimum, around a minute ideal for the "process" - whatever that may entail - to work

with a snap of latex and a pop of a lubricant bottle cap, an ultrasound probe is pushed deep inside me with no warning, pressed firmly against my cervix

my half-pained half-pleasured whimper is ignored for the sake of obtaining data, as the researchers watch the screen and nod in agreement - fertile window, confirmed

the researcher operating the ultrasound flips a switch on the board and it's like a jolt of electricity runs through my entire body - the ECG monitor is beeping frantically as the rod inside me starts to vibrate directly against my uterus

my heart is about to jump out of my chest when the probe is slowly pulled back and then pushed back in, the angle adjusted ever so sligtly so the vibrating handle rubs against my clit on its way back

all researchers' eyes are fixed on the ultrasound screen, watching my inner walls pulsate with every slow thrust of the probe delivered with clinical precision

You slide your hands under my top and pull me close, laughing as I bat at you. The lifeguards are on break so there's no one to stop you from pulling my bikini aside and impaling me on your cock. Your buddies watch as you fuck me, moaning when I scream and cry and beg.

Once you're done, you float me over to your friend, who replaces your cock with his own. I cry as he fucks into me, and you grope my tits while whispering things in my ear.

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.