fakeboy good girl

girls get flowers, girls get to be pretty, soft, sweet, girls get treated tenderly, girls get to cry

you want that, don't you? to just let go? to give in, to accept that gentleness, stop with the pretenses, to feel your feelings?

he asks me this over the phone and i freeze.

i was just complaining to him about how sore my cunt was. of course, my fingers were still lazily circling my clit, eliciting a mix of whimpers and whines. i know he really likes when i’m hurting for him, but a whisk???

immediately i say no, its too much, its too humiliating, i’m already so sore, please don’t make me, especially without cuddles after (we are long distance). he says i don’t have to, and i (try to) move on.

i feel myself reaching the edge, despite my overworked clit aching. i’ve been so insatiable lately. i start begging to cum—

“no.”

i beg again; i really am so close, even just a ruin would be so nice, please, the ache, daddy, please make the ache stop just a little.

“no.”

my mind…goes back to the whisk. it would hurt so bad…it would hurt so bad. i couldn’t possibly even fit it inside me…right?

“if i fuck myself with the whisk…could i have a ruin…?”

it’s almost embarrassing how easily it slides into me. at this point i’m soaked. my cunt is velvet with need and the thin smooth wires are offering me a new kind of fullness. i accidentally bear down and cry out, an amusing sight for him. oh, he’s watching all this on the security cameras he installed in my apartment. he wouldn’t miss a second of my debasement.

“well go on, fuck yourself with it.”

slowly, i pull the whisk out about an inch and slide it back in. this movement starts to feel sharp against my hole, but i can tell it’s not enough entertainment for him. i start to pull the bulbed end of the whisk out of me, crying out at the widest point and gasping for air when it finally pops out of me. with a pained whimper, i shove it back in, returning to feeling stretched open yet hollow.

“oh, do that again.”

my pleas for it to end spill out of me but i keep being good porn of course. i fuck my oversensitive cunt with the whisk, treating the widest part as a knot thats breaking me open. i keep going until the soreness is too much to take, leaving the whisk inside me and letting my greedy cunt clench and pull it deeper inside me. i feel so incredibly low, and so incredibly horny.

“you’re gonna have to ruin with that thing inside you.”

it takes me less than a minute to reach the edge after breaking my cunt open with the whisk. i barely had to touch my swollen clit to get close. the pain and soreness and humiliation and fullness all overwhelmed me and my ears rang as i begged to be allowed to ruin.

when i got permission, i pulled away my hand and let the sharp sensations of the whisk push me over the edge. i cried out as the pleasure waved over me; all my orgasms hurt nowadays. as i lay there, panting and sniffling and mumbling thank you’s, he praises me.

just for the dom to ask, "what's your color?"

and the sub glares and sighs. pouting, they answer, "green."

They put me on a raised platform in the middle of the camp, and strip me naked, exposing my pussy. The fact I still get cycles means I’m one of the fertile ones — a breeder.

A breeder who got some delusions of grandeur and lied to the society. Betrayed everyone by keeping my womb from mutual use.

I have to be punished, and educated, before I can be tied up next to the other breeders. Maybe fucking and sucking every single man in camp will make up for it. No matter how long it takes.

Taking load after load even after I pass out from exhaustion. Waking up in a shock of ice water thrown on my unconscious body to “clean me off.” Non-fertile women sneering and spitting at me for my stupid pretending. I’m no longer allowed to speak human words like them. They’re real people.

Finally led on hands and knees all the way to the barn, my palms and knees scratched and dirty, stumbling and falling multiple times, random people smacking my bruised ass as I pass, paraded to my station.

The heavily pregnant breeders who get some time off from their duties greeting me with soft whimpers and kisses and gentle touches once I get tied up in breeding position, welcoming me home.

Let her connect your card to her games so that she can spend your money on new porn games and jerk off her massive girl cock in her room all day ^×^

Don't ask her to clean her room! Instead enjoying licking her musky unwashed girl balls until she gets bored and lets you be the seat for her fat ass while she spends your money on new skins in fortnite she finds hot <3

And we can't forget watching her 5th sticky thick load of spunk drip from her girl cock as she buys another lewd anime girl figure to add to her shelf <3

Once I get in his deluded little head I’d like to liquor him up and take him back to my place. Once I get him inside I’m locking the door and getting him naked. I’ll be so gentle at first, slowly building up to groping his ass and then shedding his shirt, then the binder, then his pants, and boxers.

Once I reveal his sticky kitty and pull out my dick I wont give a fuck though. It gets me so fucking hot thinking about how vulnerable and nervous he would be. I’m sure he’d be subconsciously trying to cover his tits but I wouldn’t allow that. I’m groping hard and tweaking his nipples while we make out.

Before he tries to warn me about using a condom I’m pushing my cock in her swollen hole. Tboys are usually wet as fuck from neglect and how horny all those hormones make them. I love their juicy clits and would be bullying the shit out of that little guy.

After thrusting in balls deep I’m sure she’ll say something like “pull out before you cum” or “I’m not on birth control” But I wont give a fuck. I’m just keep fucking her until she’s coming on my cock over and over again.

I’m not stopping until this slut is on the edge of passing out. I want my cockhead jammed up her cervix and punching stars in her vision. I want that little pocket pussy wrapped around my shaft and milking the jizz out of me.

Once my balls start seizing up I’m blowing a huge wad inside her unprotected pussy. I’m not pulling out for a single pulse and sending all of my swimmers directly into her waiting womb.

I can imagine a cuntboy being so overwhelmed that she wouldn’t know what to do. 9 times out of ten you can fuck them again while they are in a state of shock even harder. Once I’m done taking her cunt for a ride and dumping a couple more loads in her I’m grabbing my shit and leaving her to cry with my cum dribbling out of her pussy.

Not only are you not worth a night in a hotel, but you're made to strip off your clothes in public view, and I'll force you into an uncomfortable position until I finish.

I use you like my little doll, cuddling you like a stuffed animal while my cock is stuffed deeply inside of you. You quickly make a mess all over me, your cum is leaking all over the bed, forming a puddle for you to lay in while your hole is brutally fucked. Your body is giving out on you, I see you are exhausted from what I’ve done to you, your legs are shaking, we’re both covered in your cum and squirt, I see your eyes getting heavy.

“You poor little thing,” I lighten my grip from around your neck a little, taking the hand that’s been groping your tits and abusing your clit the past few hours, I give you my fingers to put into your mouth to suck on. My thrusts slows down to an almost hypnotizing pace, you swiftly drift asleep in my arms while I’m still buried inside of you. I keep that pace for while, softly humping into your limp and unconscious hole, I keep it up until I can’t take it anymore.

Feeling you wrapped snuggly around me, feeling you clench and getting even more wet, even while you’re asleep, it’s driving me insane, a feral urge takes over me and I just have to use you, ruthlessly.

I’ve begged for over a week. Begged for the slightest bit of pleasure. I know better than to ask for permission to cum.

“Sit back, hands above your head.”

I almost cried. I couldn’t believe it was happening. I spread my legs eagerly, but without permission, which results in a hard slap to the side of my ass. I snap them shut before my panties are peeled off all too slowly.

My knees are pulled up and pushed apart, a familiar weight settling between them. My wrists are gathered in one hand and held above my head. My jaw held in a tight grasp, I look up into calm, authoritative eyes.

“Be grateful I’m giving you what you asked for.”

I nod, my mouth suddenly dry but I am incredibly grateful. And hopeful. “Thank you.”

“Good. You won’t move.”

“I won’t mo—”

The slap comes like a shock, sudden and sharp between my thighs. My clit throbs at the sudden impact, and that incessant heat in my stomach all week begins to pool. I don’t even make a noise the first time. Too stunned, breath caught in my throat.

“Not even a gasp?”

A tongue glides across my lower lip, tasting the fear on my skin. All too gentle fingers glide up the inside of one thigh, then the other. Teasing my leaking hole, one finger pushes in infuriatingly slow. Just enough to remind me how empty and needy I’ve been, then it’s gone again. My eyes roll back at the suggestion of pleasure I’ve been denied for far too long.  

Slap.

Another one. The scream is taken from my lungs in a kiss. My arms threaten to come down in a protective reflex but I fight the instinct, wanting to be good. My silenced scream is met with a laugh as I feel tears fall down my cheeks.  

“You’re pretty when you cry.” Two fingers now, stretching me open at an angle that ignores my swollen clit entirely.

Slap.

“Isn’t it nice, getting what you want?”

Slap.