(2/?) he could move you, bend you over a stool so others could watch him toy with you. make you beg for him to fuck you. after all, with that much teasing, would he even need to make you beg? or would you do it of your own accord? a drunken, drugged slut desperate to have his cunt filled. people would really be interested now that you'd be available to be fucked. maybe they'd surround you, just watching at first.

(3/?) but as your "date" finally pushes into you, someone decides what the hell, your mouth might as well be put to use as well. but first, maybe he'd restrain your hands beforehand, tied to the legs of the stool with others belts. and then as there's no way for you to get out now (not that you'd want to, I imagine), he can fill your pretty mouth with his cock. filled in both ends, does that sound nice to you? just a toy for other men to use.

(4/?) as one person cums, another could take his place. you could be there for hours, with your tummy filled and cum running down your legs by the end of the date. your "date" would let the bartender fuck you a good few times during the night. after all, what better way to pay for his drinks than offering a tight, warm cunt begging to be used? maybe those who didn't fuck you just recorded it, a pretty scene for them to watch for their own pleasure at home.

(5/?) would you enjoy knowing people could watch you being fucked while they pleasure themselves? they knew it wasn't entirely your choice but it was so pretty to watch you taking more cock than your body could handle. your legs shaking, drooling onto the bar floor. nothing but a fucked out mess. if you got a choice, would you go home with the man who brought you out for such a fun time? or would you rather not make that choice, him taking him back to his place, whether you wanted it or not?

(6/?) he could pay for the taxi with your pussy, just like the drinks. I'm sure you'd be eager to be fucked on the bonnet of his car - maybe others would hear you and take advantage of your holes too. to be fair, you’re such a handsome boy, really you’re asking to be raped, to be bred. either way, by time you're in your date's house, your legs would probably be ready to give out with cum still dripping down them.

nobody had used protection so who knows whether you'd be knocked up or not? once your “date” brought you in, all you’d want is to lie down. you’ve had a busy night after all. but really, wouldn’t it be selfish not to offer your holes to your date again? he was the one who’d began all this, and your holes are desperate to be filled again. luckily, he’d be thinking the same thing. it’s only midnight, you’re gonna be there for a long time.

(7/?) you’ve just about managed to find your way to his couch, waiting, when he’d come back in. and how kind, he’s brought some water for you. though it burns going down your throat, and tastes like that drink you had earlier. though it must be water, he’s too nice to give you anything else for the night. but when he sits down beside you and starts groping your chest, you start to feel yourself getting wetter and wetter.

(8/?) he’d move one hand to your neck and another into your underwear, delighted at your dripping holes. your head is groggy but you want one thing. to have his dick inside you again, to be violated again. maybe if you asked nicely enough, he’d even bring you to his bed. luckily, he’d be able to restrain your hands to the headboard. just in case you changed your mind, but that can’t happen now.

(9/?) holding your face down with your ass up like a good whore, he’d wet his cock with your juices before shoving himself into your ass. it’s the only hole that hasn’t been used tonight and fuck, it’s even tighter than your cunt. without realising, you’d be pressing back into him, wanting to be filled as much as possible. obviously he’d leave some marks on your ass too, so you’ll have a few reminders of your night. seeing as he’s already cum, this time it’ll be a lot longer.

(10/?) but when you hear the doorbell ring and voices enter, it’s clear it’ll be an even longer night than you expected. you can’t see who come in but you can feel them looking at your body,fantasising about how they’re going to fuck you. when your date finally cums, you could feel it flood your insides, and when he pulls out someone else takes his place. then another, then another, then another. you’d probably begin to lose count, as they start alternating between your pussy and ass.

(11/?) i’m sure your hips would be left covered bruises. maybe when they’re all finished and your holes are dripping with cum, they’ll leave other things in them. bottles, plugs, brush handles, who knows? but they would certainly leave you there for the rest of the night. you’d just eventually pass out, unable to stay awake. by morning your holes are even more sore than they were before you slept. more of them must have come in and fucked you during the night.

(12/?) but i’m sure you’d love that, hm? the knowledge that you were used again while you couldn’t do anything. now the real question: would you want to leave? would you want to forfeit being a fucktoy for that man and his friends, or would it be perfect for a desperate slut like you? i think the latter. maybe he’d make you go back to that bar or just in public and offer your body to strangers. he could keep you inebriated and drugged, a compliant angel, perfect to use.

(13/13) he could keep you safe, tied up if need be; or knowing how much you’d like it, just free in the house. not free to leave obviously, after all toys aren’t allowed to leave their home. always prepared to be fucked, letting others fuck your holes whenever they want. so, what would you think of that?

holy fucking shit holy fucking shit holy fucking shit

i hardly have anything to add onto this this is just? perfect. perfecto. magnefique. this made me so wet. but i wanna answer your questions about this particular fantasy even though you already hit the nail on the goddamn motherfucking head somehow, especially since lately i’ve been feeling less hard rape and more manipulation or drugging or non-con to con. like did you read everything on this blog or are you just a mind reader??? bitch the fuck

anyway

1. i’m so shy about making noise irl. im so dirty and depraved but when it comes to saying nasty things out loud it’s hard for me. i’d be blushing profusely and probably trying to close my legs (not trying very hard though) but some noises would just slip out, letting this guy know that i loved what he was doing to me, even if i didnt want to admit it. he wouldn’t need confirmation though, my pussy would be soaked. i get wet so easily and i drip so much

2. jumping off of that point he’d need to make me beg. but i’m already loopy from the drugs and riding a high from what he’s doing to me it would be much easier than usual. as soon as an attractive dominant man gets his hands on me or uses a stern tone of voice with me i’m like a dumb puppy. i’d be so embarrassed but i’d love all of the attention, love seeing men masturbating to the sight of me being used and hearing their humiliating comments. especially men that would usually intervene with this sort of thing, but i just look so cute getting my little holes fucked. even if i don’t understand why i love it and why it makes me wet. i’d lightly resist at first, try to whine no, no more, too much, but i’d open up for any cock that came my way pretty fast.

3. even after being rocked back and forth on that bar stool (i love the idea of him using my pussy for payment btw) and probably squirting a puddle on the floor, i’d still try to be a good boy, fix my cum-stained clothes and go home. like i hadn’t just gotten my shit wrecked. maybe i just like him being forceful at this point? wouldn’t take very much force though, i’d love it if he was laughing and being condescending while he dragged me out, like i was just his idiot friend who had too much to drink. i think it’s finally over (and i can’t decide if i’m happy or sad, everything’s so hazy) but i spend another 20 minutes on my back on the hood of the taxi, my “date” holding my legs apart because i can’t keep them open by myself anymore while the taxi driver fucks me, then other patrons leaving the bar.

4. i love the combination of alone time with him and being used by others again. he should get dibs on using my virgin ass for the first time. it would hurt a lot, i imagine, but once he’s pounding away at me i’ll squirt again for sure, and he’d laugh at me for being such a dirty little boy and making a mess on his couch. but i just can’t help it, he dosed me again and everything is just so hazy.

5. i think, as soon as i can walk again, i’ll try to leave, but all he has to do is wrap an arm around my shoulders and steer me back towards his couch, being all nice and cooing at me that i should at least have a drink before i leave, for my trouble, we don’t want me getting thirsty on my way home, that would be terrible, it’s the LEAST he can do. and i just shrug and blush and say, well alright, but just a glass of water, because i can’t help myself around dominant men, and i know what’s going to happen. by the time my lips first touch the glass my pussy is already starting to moisten again, and within five minutes he has me on his lap, shorts around my ankles while he fingers me and kisses my neck. he’d always keep me dosed up, sometimes enough that i’m just a limp doll or even unconscious, but most of the time just enough that i feel light and giggly like good boy pets should.

When they kiss you and grope you and tell you how much they've wanted this 🥵 and you can feel the desire radiating off of them while they work their way down your body, leaving a trail of hickies

I want men to push thick toys inside my dripping cunt to stretch it and make my fuckhole a mess.