The Clearing. You’ve known about the place for months. A friend of a friend mentioned it at a party, half-laughing, as if she wasn’t sure she believed it herself. A spot in the woods outside town. Girls go there, she said, and men know to look for them. It’s not official. It’s not like there’s a signup sheet. You just go and wait for the worst to happen.
You laughed too. Called it a ghost story that suburban kids make up because they don’t have anything real to be afraid of.
Still, it stuck with you.
You went home that night and searched for it. Found a forum, then another, then a rabbit hole of firsthand accounts that made your face hot and your panties wet. Girls describing what happened to them in that clearing. How they walked in nervous and walked out ruined. That they didn’t see faces and didn’t exchange names. Hands just grabbed them from behind before they even heard footsteps.
At this point you’ve read every account at least twice. Some of them you’ve read while touching yourself, cumming with your hand over your mouth, imagining it was you on your knees in the dirt with a stranger’s cock down your throat.
You’d never go yourself. You’re not the kind of girl who does things like that. You’re careful. Cautious. Always double-checking that you locked the door. Texting your friends when you get home safe. You don’t walk into the woods alone and wait to be taken by men you’ve never met.
Even if you can’t stop thinking about it.
About going somewhere and giving up control completely. Skipping all of the awkward "so what are you into?" conversations, and getting straight to someone grabbing you by the throat. Being used so thoroughly until there’s nothing left of you but raw sensation.
You finally go.
Just to have a look and see if it’s real. To satiate your curiosity. And you can always turn around and run if things get out of hand. That’s what you tell yourself.
You park at the trailhead as the sun starts to drop. The directions from the forum are specific, and you’ve read so many stories you basically know the way by heart. The woods are quiet. Golden light filtering through the leaves.
As you get closer to the point of no return, you remind yourself yet again that you could go back. You could go home and make dinner and watch porn and touch yourself to the fantasy instead of the reality. Just stay the girl you’ve always been.
But all those tiny reassurances feel hollow compared to the excitement of finally being here. Of a world opening up to you as the tree line thins out.
You step into the clearing.
It’s smaller than you imagined. A rough circle of grass surrounded by trees, private and enclosed. Late sunlight slants through the branches. It’s almost peaceful.
You stand in the center and wait.
Nothing happens. Five minutes. Ten. You start to feel foolish. The whole thing was probably made up. Some elaborate fiction for lonely people to jerk off to. You’re about to leave when you hear it.
Footstep behind you. Not on the trail, they’re coming through the trees.
You freeze, a scared doe that’s forgotten how to run, standing perfectly still, fists clenched at your sides, heart pounding so hard you can hear it in your ears.
The footsteps stop. He’s close. You can feel him there, just behind you.
"You came here on purpose?"
You nod. It’s all you can manage in the moment.
"You know what happens to girls who come here."
Another nod. Your legs are shaking.
A hand fists in your hair. Yanks your head back. You gasp, and then his mouth is at your ear.
"Then get on your knees."
You drop. Leaves and twigs pressing into your skin through your jeans. He keeps his grip on your hair, keeps your head pulled back at that sharp angle, and you still haven’t seen his face. Not that you’d look if you could. Even you know better than to make a mistake like that.
"Hands behind your back"
You comply. He lets go of your hair long enough to grab your wrists, and you hear a zip tie ratchet tight around them. Your pulse spikes. It’s actually happening. You’re in the woods with a stranger and your hands are bound and you’re so wet you can feel it soaking through your panties.
He comes around in front of you. You keep your eyes down. See his boots, his jeans, his hand working his belt open. He’s stroking himself slowly, already hard, and you watch as his cock dangles in front of your face.
"I own you until I cum. So open up, slut."
You open your mouth. He feeds himself in without ceremony, one hand gripping the back of your head, pushing deep enough that you gag. He holds you there. Your eyes water. Your throat spasms. Saliva pools around his shaft and drips down your chin.
"Breathe through your nose."
You try. It’s hard to think. His cock is thick and hot and alive in your mouth and all you can do is take it, let him use your throat.
He fucks your face with no tenderness at all. Long strokes that make you choke, that leave you gasping each time he pulls back. You’re drooling. Crying a little. Your arms ache from being pinned behind you. You wonder if he’ll ever finish. If you’ll be trapped here forever.
When he finally pulls out you gasp for air, chest heaving, and he’s already hauling you up by the arm, spinning you around, bending you over a fallen oak. Your cheek presses into rough bark. His hands yank your jeans down, your underwear, and then his fingers are sliding through the wet mess between your legs.
"Soaked," he says. Almost to himself. "Knew you would be. You sluts always are."
He pushes two fingers inside you. You cry out, hips jerking, cunt clenching around the intrusion. He fingers you roughly, carelessly, like he’s testing your limits. Finding out how much you can take.
"It’s usually the eager whores like you that end up here."
He says it with a laugh as his fingers withdraw and then the head of his cock is pressing against you, pushing in, stretching you open around him. He bottoms out in one long stroke and starts fucking you like you’re nothing, like your only purpose is to be a warm place for him to empty himself.
Your bound hands chafe against your lower back. The bark bites into your cheek and breasts. He’s gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, pulling you back onto his cock with each thrust, and you’re making sounds you’ve never heard yourself make. Animal sounds. Desperate, wordless begging.
You cum without warning, your whole body seizing around him. He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even slow down. Just keeps pounding into you through the spasms, through the second orgasm that builds right on top of the first.
"One more," he says. "Give me one more and I’ll fill you up."
You shake your head. You can’t. You’re too sensitive and raw and broken.
"Yes you can."
His hand snakes around, finds your clit, starts rubbing in tight circles while he fucks you. The pleasure is almost painful. Too much. You’re crying now, really crying, tears and snot and drool smearing all over
"Come on. Give me what I want. Be a good whore."
The third orgasm rips through as if it had claws, and you feel him slam deep and hold there, feel his cock pump ropes inside you, feel the hot rush of him filling you up just like he promised.
He pulls out slowly. You feel his cum leak down your thigh. He cuts the zip tie, and your arms fall to your sides, numb and tingling.
You hear his belt buckle, his footsteps retreating back into the trees. And then you’re alone in the clearing, bent over with your jeans around your knees and your cunt full of a stranger’s cum.
Your mind is quiet for the first time. Like someone reached into your head and turned off the noise that’s been buzzing there for years.
You pull up your jeans slowly. Wipe your face with the back of your hand. Your legs are unsteady as you make your way back to the trail, back to your car and the rest of the world.
You sit in the driver’s seat for a long time without starting the engine. Your body throbs. Your wrists are marked. You can still taste him in the back of your throat.
You’ll come back. You know that now. You’ll come back next week, or the week after, and wait in that clearing for whoever shows up to use you.
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She’s at the doctor for her yearly checkup. He tells her to take off her shirt so he can monitor her heartbeat easier. He is excited to see that his naive, innocent patient has developed beautiful curves since her last checkup. He explains that she’ll need to remove her bra as well. She obeys without question, trusting him implicitly, after all he is the doctor. His hand innocently brushes her nipple and he watches with interest as it tightens into a dark little bead. He moves behind her, reaching around to cup her breast, lifting it gently to place his stethoscope beneath it and listen to her lungs. She gasps quietly as his touch illicets brand new feelings in her body. He assures her that she’s doing very well. His thumb brushes back and forth over her tight nipple, causing her to squirm in his arms. He tells her to stay still, persuading her that this is part of the normal visit. She feels him harden against her back, but her innocent mind doesn’t understand the implications.
“Please remove your pants, it’s time for the next part of the exam.” He explains that now that she’s getting bigger, they are going to add a gyn inspection to their appointments. He talks about the importance of making sure she’s healthy in all regards, calmly explaining the thorough hole inspection he will perform. She wants to ask what’s going on because no one has ever looked at her or touched her there before but she’s known this doctor for so long and he wouldn’t do anything inappropriate.
He helps her lie back and spread her legs wide. He reassures her, stroking the soft skin on her upper thigh before he guides her legs into the restraints and ties them to the corners of the table. He explains that this is just a precaution, “this may feel a bit uncomfortable but it’s normal.” He pulls on a pair of latex gloves and moves to stand between her legs. He runs a gloved finger between her folds to gather her slick, and she jerks at the sensation. “Doctor…” “Shhhh, you’re doing perfectly.” He shows her the moisture gathered on his gloves, “this is exactly what you’re supposed to do. You’re ready for me to put my fingers inside now. I’m going to start with just one finger so that your little pussy can get used to it.” She nods hesitantly. He slowly circles her opening before pushing a finger inside, her heat immediately wrapping tightly around him. Her back arches and her lips part on a gasp. He places a hand on her lower stomach and pushes her body back down flush to the table, causing her to tighten further around his finger. He groans quietly. He slowly adds a second finger, watching as a wince crosses her features at the tight fit, followed closely by confusion and fear. He reassures her that it’s going to be alright, “your inspection is going very well. Your cunt is very tight, do you feel how you're squeezing my fingers? I’m going to perform a procedure to help stretch your little pussy. Don’t worry, I’m going to help you and soon you will feel very good.” She hesitates, but he begins circling a gloved finger around her clit, building pleasure until she nods dumbly. “Good girl.”
He slowly pulls away then unzips his jeans and takes out his cock. Her eyes widen in shock at the sheer size of his cock. “Now this may hurt a little at first but that’s normal”, he explains calmly and quietly as he lines the thick head of his cock up with her tiny hole. “It’s important that we train your tight cunt how to accept a cock. This is something you’ll do often, so I’m going to perform a breeding procedure to get you used to being filled up.” He pushes forward without further warning, forcing the first few inches of his fat cock into her virgin cunt, ignoring her body’s resistance and the tiny scream that erupts from her mouth at the shock of finding herself stretched for the first time. He pauses with several inches of his cock still waiting to be forced in, rubbing her lower stomach gently, groaning at the rhythmic squeeze of her pussy as it tries to reject the intrusion. “You’re doing so well, this little pussy looks so good spread around my cock.” She whines quietly at the pain and all the new sensations where he’s rubbing against her inner walls.
Before he can proceed, there is a sharp knock on the office door and another doctor walks in without waiting for a response. He is looking down at a file and doesn’t notice them at first until the patient makes a tiny mewl of discomfort. He glances up and pauses his walk, though he does not look surprised to find his colleague penetrating the virgin pussy of a patient. “I apologise for barging in. I see you began the procedure as we discussed.” The patient wiggles in an attempt to disentangle herself but can not move away due to the restraints. Crying quietly in humiliation at being exposed and penetrated in front of a stranger, she tries to cover herself with her hands.
The new doctor calmly walks to the side of the exam table and looks down at her. “There’s no need to cover yourself up, this is a normal exam and I am also a doctor. Lower your hands.” She reluctantly obeys, revealing her bare pussy and the doctor's cock buried half way inside it. “That’s very good.” She notices his intense interest. “I see you haven’t quite finished the procedure, her pussy will need to accept quite a bit more” at these words, the patient felt the doctor's cock harden even further. The new doctor continued, “would you like assistance with the rest of this exam?” “No!”, she immediately gasped in mortification. The original doctor gave a short, sharp thrust which immediately quieted her as she gasped and tensed. He groaned low, “yes, an extra set of hands would be appreciated.” The new doctor steps closer, and uses a single finger to begin stroking lightly over her clit. She gasps loudly at the new unexpected tingling and the way she felt herself getting wetter.
The original doctor moved to release her legs from the restraints before raising her legs to his shoulders and pinning her hips to the table. “Now you’re going to take the rest of my cock, and then you’re going to come with his fingers on that pretty little clit”. He immediately pushed deeper into her untried body. She cried out, arching beautifully. “There you go, take it all. Good girl, look at how pretty you look stretched all around my cock.” He thrust gently but relentlessly, working deeper and deeper with each movement. Her thighs clenched together in an effort to keep him out. “D-doctor! Please stop! Ahh, it hurts!” “I know, but you’ll feel better soon. Lie still. You’re doing so good. See? Just a little push and you’re opening up so good.” The patient whimpered quietly, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.
The second doctor observed calmly, almost clinically, despite the way he was stroking her clit, “I can see that the procedure is working, your pussy has stretched beautifully around his cock. Your pussy is taking it so well. Now we will observe the effects of clitoral stimulation.” He added a second finger and began rubbing her clit faster. She keened loudly at the rush of pleasure despite the ongoing pain. “Soon you’ll be ready to come. Your tiny little hole will pulse and squeeze his cock and you'll feel very good, ok?” She shook her head in desperation, “please doctor, we have to stop. It’s too much!” He ignored her plea, addressing the other doctor thrusting into her, “be sure to track the grip of her pussy around your cock as she comes. We’ll compare it to other tests and procedures in future exams.” She grew wetter at the thought that she would be expected to take part in further procedures. The second doctor noticed her interest, “you’re dripping all over his cock as he stretches you out, that’s a very positive sign.” He moved suddenly from rubbing in circles to pinching her clit, “come now. Squeeze that pretty pussy all over his cock.”
Her body immediately obeyed without conscious thought, wave after wave of tingles rushing through her. The doctor groaned loud and low as his patient’s virgin cunt gripped his cock so hard that he could barely move. He rode her through it with steady strokes, “that was perfect, you’re doing very well. Now I’m going to come deep inside your tight little pussy. This is called breeding and it’s a very important part of the procedure.”
The patient didn’t understand what he meant by breeding but she was starting to become sore from the large cock between her thighs, so she nodded eagerly in the hope the procedure would be over soon. The doctor leveraged his weight over her to thrust deeper and more roughly than before. He watched a wince cross her face as she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and bit down trying to keep her whines inside. He felt himself bottom out deep inside her, the fat head of his cock bumping up against her cervix. He slammed her cervix several times, causing her to cry out. “It’s ok if it hurts, you’re going to be sore tomorrow and you’ll feel me all day.” The thought alone sent him over the edge, spilling inside her and coating her walls and cervix in thick,warm cream. She was wrung out and unable to move despite the discomfort and new sensations.
Both doctors withdrew from her body. The first doctor arranged her so that her legs were spread wide and her pussy was on display. “You did very well with your first procedure.” She winced, feeling the ache deep inside at the rough treatment, knowing that what he said was true and she would be sore tomorrow. Both doctors moved to watch intently as cum dripped from her pussy. The patient itched to close her legs, but assumed that this was only part of their observation. Her doctor finally spoke again, “now that you've been filled for the first time, you’ll need to start coming in for regular breeding appointments. Nothing to worry about, this is very normal for girls your age. Each of your appointments will include a hole inspection, followed by a breeding procedure with either myself or my colleague.” Her naive mind lit up at the idea of repeating this regularly. It felt wrong but the doctors insisted it was a normal procedure so it must be what was best for her.
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been fantasizing about some being a ghost’s playtoy for a bit
they start off with just teasing me every so often, almost enough to make me feel like it’s all in my head- they do little things like rub my cunt a few times through my clothes or grope my ass while i’m alone. they gradually begin to do this more and more, until there’s no way i can be making it up. it’s not like it’s bothering me though, so I don’t do anything to try and stop it.
after over a week of toying with me, they decide to escalate things further. sometimes after teasing me, i’ll feel my cunt spread open for something cold and hard, but only long enough to pump a load of pale, sticky cum inside. it’s hard not to moan or beg them to fuck me properly, especially when others are around, but i somehow manage.
eventually, my silent prayers are answered, and they start fucking me properly. the first time was when i was at a library and thankfully no one was around to hear me pant and moan, but once they started fully fucking me, they only did it more and more often. they didn’t bother taking my clothes off, since they could just fuck me through them anyway, so the only indication of me being fucked was the mix of their cum and my juices that dripped down my thighs during after.
one day, they decide to make a show out of things. when i feel cold fingers teasing my cunt open while in a crowd, i only bite my tongue to prevent from crying out. what i don’t expect is them pushing me to my knees and positioning me so my head is on the ground and my ass is in the air. i’m both surprised and aroused, and my feelings only grow as cold hands pull my shorts and underwear down, exposing my cunt to everyone around us. now that there’s no use hiding it, i don’t hold back any noises when they start fucking me hard and deep, which just attracts even more attention. soon dozens of people are watching me cry out and moan while my cunt stretches around nothing, and it isn’t long before i’m cumming for all of them to watch, likely to be the first of many. the cock stretching me out continues to fuck me through it, but i feel it’s thrusts growing more and more erratic. i know they’re about to cum and my cunt clenches around them, desperate to milk out every drop. soon enough, they bottom out in me and begin filling my womb with spurts of cold cum. the position i’m in prevents any of it from leaking out, but they make sure to pull out before they’re done cumming and shoot the remaining bit of their load where the crowd can see it.
but just because the ghost is done doesn’t mean it’s over. one of the members of the crowd steps forward, pants undone, and easily thrusts their entire length into my wet and stretched hole. it only takes a few thrusts before they’re adding their own load of cum to my womb. they don’t take the time to mark my hole like the ghost though, but only because another cock pushes into me as soon as they pull out. the first cock settles for cumming on my ass instead, which encourages other strangers to cum on me too. it’s clear that i won’t be leaving until i’ve pleased all of their cocks, either with my cunt or with my body.
by the time i make it home, i’ve been thoroughly marked inside and out by load after load of cum. my torso bulges from all the loads pumped inside, and there’s no way that i’ll be able to get the stains out of my clothes. but despite being used for hours, i’m too restless to sleep. i’m too busy wondering where i should go to tomorrow.
i can’t wait for my ghost to make me their public cumdump again.
Imagine getting oral from the monster under your bed.
Walking into your room one night, in your skimpy pjs, ready to hop into bed and go to sleep, when a hand reaches out from underneath and grabs your ankle. You shriek and try to yank away, but it holds tight, making you fall onto your ass. Another hand comes out, taking your other ankle.
It pulls you, your lower half disappearing under the bed, but thankfully, your torso is too big, and you can’t be pulled under any further. No matter, the monster can work with this. You feel your bottoms being ripped away, then your panties. Soon, your bare cunt is on display for whatever is lurking in the darkness.
You want to cry out, but as you part your lips, your legs are spread and a warm, wet tongue presses against your folds. Your breath hitches and your face turns red as the large tongue starts to lap up and down your slit, taking time to swirl around your hardening clit.
You can’t see what’s going on under the bed, but it feels so good, too good. You close your eyes and let it happen. The monster’s tongue pushes inside you, and it’s long and thick. It snakes its way to your g-spot and starts to thrust in and out.
One of your ankles is released and a clawed thumb presses against your clit and starts rubbing in quick circles. Your hips buck, your head is thrown back, and your back arches as your cunt is tongue-fucked and clit is stimulated at the same time.
It doesn’t take long for you to cum hard, shuddering as the monster draws out your orgasm. It lets you go, but you have a feeling that this is only the beginning of a strange relationship.
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I walk into the therapist room, he's sat there looking at my paperwork until he looks up. Oh my goodness! Look at you! He smile and calls me over, I'm so proud of you for showing up. Your doctor has told me so much about you, he talks so softly to me. I feel the beginning tension slowly leave my shoulders but I'm still on watch. After my doctor's appointment, I did feel better and he prescribed me what I'm pretty sure was birth control. What he gave me before... Was definitely just the beginning.
Yeah...Hi, I smile at him and look around. Take a seat! Don't be shy, it's okay... I'm just your therapist. He points over to a seat full of stuffed animals and fidget toys. The session goes by smoothly, he doesn't touch me like my doctor did. He walks up to me when I'm about to leave, clean that pretty face up. He softly grabs my face and makes me look up at him as he wipes away stray tears. You did such a good job today sweetheart! I'm proud of you...I'll be seeing you again next week. He let me leave, he didn't touch me like my doctor did. Did he not know? Was I in for actual therapy? I swear he was at least hard...
Weeks go by and not one touch! Just small pecks around my face when leaving. Until one day I walked into the office, it was an emergency meeting. I was having a rough day and I couldn't stand it so I called him. He told me to come by soon, that he was free to give me all his attention. He coos when he sees my face full of tears, aww...honey what happened today? He locks the door and pulls me into his arms. He listens to me cry and try to tell him. I've become so dependent on his thoughts and opinions.
You don't need to think like that, what have we said before? He pulls away just enough to look at me. You are an amazing girl, he pecks my lips and runs his hands through my hair. You do what you need to and you try your best. He leads me to the couch, you look extra pretty today! He tries to cheer me up as he drags his hands down my body. Dress how you wanna feel, I hiccup and he nods. I wanted to feel pretty and good... And you did an amazing job! You look gorgeous, I gasp when I feel his hands on my thighs.
It's okay! Your okay... I was going to wait for our next session but...i believe you need this now. He pushes my dress up enough to expose my panties. Your doctor told me...what he thinks can help. I've been holding off on doing it because well...I wanted you to be more willing for it. He admits softly, more willing? I look at him, was all that softness just to get here? I can't speak as more tears come to my eyes. He pulls my panties off and spreads my legs, he smiles. Your soaked... Crying makes you feel good, princess? His thumb finds my clit and starts rubbing it.
I'm here to take care of you, okay? understood? I nod eagerly, I didn't wanna lose him. I needed him and he knew how to help me. Words, yes sir I understand. Good girl, he sinks his fingers into me and watches with a smile. He's observing everything like he always does. Your doctor is going to be so pleased with how you're advancing. No longer squirming or looking nervous... Just a good obedient girl. I just wanna get better, I let out soft moans. And you are! He pulls his fingers out and I whine at the loss.
Tell me what happened today? Why did my precious girl come into my office so sad. He coos and pushes me back on the couch. Lays between my legs and I let him. Well... I start to say but I feel his lips kiss my exposed clit. My hips jolt and I grip a cushion that was close. Keep talking to me, sweetheart... Tell me everything like you usually do. He mumbles and starts to softly eat me out while glancing up. I ... I didn't feel good, I admit as I watch him. And why didn't you feel good? I didn't feel pretty or smart ... Or- I gasp when he suddenly pushes his tongue inside me then pulls away. He did that on purpose, mhm...that's interesting... Only girls that are all those things get to be like this in my office.
He goes back to his advances, I softly moan and nod. I'd listen to him in a heartbeat, whatever he said had to be right...he's the professional after all. What are those words I told you to say to yourself? He mumbles and replaces his tongue with his fingers again. I'm pretty, what else? I'm smart, I start to pant harshly as I feel myself getting closer. Keep going for me sweetheart, his mouth attached to my clit as he keeps fingering me. I moan, I'm pretty, I'm smart, I'm deserving, a-and... And I'm gonna cum. I cover my mouth and lay back shaking as I let go.
I hear and feel him slurping up my cunt then kissing each of my thighs. Feeling better? I nod and sniffle, why was I even crying before? I feel him shuffle between my legs then I see his face over mine. You are deserving of everything and more, he kisses me softly. I taste myself on his lips then I feel it, his cock against my cunt. Your deserving of love and only your loving doctors can provide that to you. He kisses my cheek multiple times as he pushes into me. I gasp softly and press my hands to his shoulders, you deserve so much love and cock.
That's why your Doctors are going to take such good care of you. He starts fucking me so slowly, really? I feel myself start to tear up, of course! I feel him feed more of his length into me and I squirm. Every session you are going to leave with a good new purpose, he moans softly and starts to kiss my neck. Such a good patient for us, trusting us, and letting us take care of you. He keeps fucking me so slow, so lovingly, and so well. I give in to each thrust and each orgasm he pulls out of me. There's no nurse or secretary to stop him from taking his time.
You will keep coming to these sessions, understood? You aren't well enough to be on your own. You need us, he starts panting and his thrusts get needier. I nod, I understand... Good girl, he moans and smiles down at me. Most of your sessions will be with me...some with your primary. This is all just to make you feel better, I keep nodding and repeating those words in my head. It's all to make me feel better, I gasp softly when I feel him cum inside me. Letting out a loud moan and collapsing on me. Holding me tight and still driving his cock into me. It's all for me to feel better, I whisper softly again as he kisses my neck. Both of us panting and I can't remember why I was crying in the first place.
Something about a doctor taking advantage of me is so yummy! It really shouldn't be but the idea of going to the doctor and getting fucked is insane. Especially as someone who actually doesn't really like doctors. I wanna walk all shy and nervous into the room. I'm just crazy to get it over with, he tells me to strip but doesn't leave the room. I'm your doctor sweetheart, it's okay but his eyes glance at me like I'm prey.
I always have a hard time getting on the examination table. Having him press his body against me and manhandle me onto it. Me squeaking at how strong he is also because he was just between my legs. His bulge against my bare cunt and the moment he pulls away in squeezing my thighs closed. Him doing regular check up stuff until he starts groping my tits. Telling me I'm being so good as I try not to squirm. Telling myself that this is all normal doctor things.
Lay back for me, spread your legs, and place them right here. He guides me and I try to cover up as I listen. This isn't that kind of appointment why could he be doing this? But I don't dare to question him since he is a doctor, he knows best. We both tug on my gown and he smiles at me, sweetheart... I need you to let go so I can do my job. He says in a sweet tone but his grip is tight as he yanks the gown away. You look all healthy! But I need a more...hands on approach to make sure. This might feel weird, he says as he starts to play with my clit.
Sir! I try to close my legs but he's strapping them down quickly then going back to what he was doing. I know sweetie but it will be over soon, all girls need to go through this exam. I'm panting and trying to behave. Acting like it's not feeling so good as he mutters some fancy medical terminology to say I'm wet. Him forcing an orgasm out of me as I cover my mouth and tear up embarrassed. Everything seems good outside but I need an internal look and then we are all good! I feel his fingers push into me and whimper. He fingers me for a couple seconds before playing concerned.
Looks like I'll need a deeper feel, he sighs and pulls his fingers out. Quickly undoing his belt and pushing them down enough to free his cock. There will be some discomfort but just for a second, okay sweetheart? Wait...sir I don't think I need this part, I try to reason but he's already pushing in. I gasp and grab the table tightly. I hear him moan softly, just right... As he starts slowly thrusting into me. I can feel how healthy you are! You are such a good girl taking care of your body, he praises. Since this is your first check up like this you'll need a special medicine. Special medicine? I whimper as another orgasm is forced out of me.
There could be some side effects of this medicine, okay? He moans softly and tightens his grip on my hips. Morning sickness, cravings, and more... His thrusts become a little more desperate. Before I can get another word out he's fucking his cum into me. I whimper and lay tired on the exam table as he pulls out. He fixed my gown and makes me sit up to look at him. You did such a good job! One of the best girls for her first appointment here. I expect to see you again in a couple months. He's fixing his pants and walking towards the door. The nurse will be in shortly to help you finish up.
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I can’t stop thinking about a sick perverted doctor. I didn’t even come in for a physical, I came in for anxiety yet he’s making me put on the gown. Doesn’t even leave the room, he watches me strip. He can tell I’m nervous and shy. Take everything off, I did… even your panties sweetheart. I look at him and nod as I reach under the gown and pull them off. As I go to put them with the rest of my clothes he stops me, pass them over here. What? I need to check that everything is good, that includes your panties. With shaky hands I give them to him, he smells them.
I look at him in shock, Sir- they smell nice, your taking good care? Y-yeah I think so? I’m so confused, I didn’t like doctors. Barely came unless I needed to, was this normal? Sit on the table, I listen but have trouble getup. I always do, my gown opens and I squeal as a gust of cold air hits my cunt. Then I feel his gloved hands help me up and he stands between my legs. I look up at him, what are we here for? Anxiety… Anxiety? Whats wrong with my pretty patient? He grabs my face and exams it. I don’t know I just…been having a hard time. He shines a light in my eyes and then opens my mouth. You don’t like the stick, correct? He remembers that? I nod it’s fine I’ll just use my fingers, before I can react he’s shoving his fingers down my throat.
I gag surprised but then settle into place. Look at that…you react much better to my fingers than the stick. He keeps pushing deeper, I can go much deeper than usual… he mumbled to himself. It almost feels like he’s playing with my throat until he finally pulls them back. I don’t like the stick, I gag at just the thought. But you took my finger perfectly, good girl. He smiles and pats my head, what else about anxiety? It’s gotten harder, he nods along and pushes my gown up. Lay back, I listen and I’m confused as I keep talking.
He spreads my legs and I gasp covering my cunt with the gown. I’m your doctor sweetheart…I need to see everything. He gently pulls my hands away and lifts the gown again. This could be it, could be what? She looks lonely, he runs his fingers up and down my thighs that are already shaking nervously. Lonely? But…I take care of myself… he let’s put a low moan, do you now? That’s good…but looks like she needs something else. I feel his thumb find my clit and I squeal again. One hand holds my thigh while the other rubs my clit.
Yeah this is what she needs, he starts to undo his belt. Doc- easy now, I'm just trying to help you with that anxiety. He taps my cunt, making my hips jolt. Hold your legs back for me, I need to get a better view. He grabs my hands and makes me hold my legs back. He sinks two fingers inside me and I whine, she's gushing. I don't think you've been properly taken care of, I try. He shakes his head as he fingers me, I bite my lip. I bet all you do is abuse that poor clit, are you scared to go deeper? I don't respond as I whimper, I'm your doctor you can trust me.
...I don't think my fingers are enough. I admit weakly, I've tried but it just doesn't feel right. It doesn't feel like this? He curls his fingers and I drop my head back, no... Doctor I don't think you should continue that, I could feel myself getting closer. It's fine, this is between us. A doctor and his patient, he lays his hand on my stomach and keeps fingering me until I cum. I let out a small shamed moan as I fall back on the table and drop my legs. This is what your body needs, he runs his hand up and down my stomach almost in a calming manner.
You can let go of all that anxiety like this, but I understand it doesn't work that way when you do it. I feel something running up and down my cunt, I glance at him and gasp. I try to pull away, doctor- before I can even get my words out he's sinking his cock into me. I choke up, he covers my mouth before I can let out a loud cry. He's pushed all the way to the hilt, there's no space between us. Easy now...let your doctor take care of you. He mumbles and starts fucking me slowly. I shake my head as my eyes roll back. I make weak attempts to push him off but I can't. His cock is too distracting, it's turning my brain into mush.
Just give into it, dumb girls that don't think can't have anxiety. He keeps fucking into me, fixing his position only to get a better angle inside me. The exam table clashes against the wall with each thrust. He moans in my ear, you just need someone to touch you. You'll be a good sweetie to the therapist I'm recommending you to, he'll do what I do but frequently. That will keep you at bay, I can't help but cum over his cock. Wow you get tight and soaking wet... He moans but doesn't stop his advances.
A nurse knocks on the door, doctor? In a minute! They never know when to leave me alone with a patient, he grunts. I need to take my sweet time with you girls, you deserve the proper treatment. He throws his head back and cums deep inside my cunt. I don't even think about the consequences as I moan into his gloved hand. He finally lets me go, pulling away panting. Admiring the mess he's made between my thighs, he fixes his pants. That therapist will do you good sweetheart, he rubs my thigh. I'll see you in 3 months to see the progress, the nurse will help you out.
[Well, this time it's a whole longread of about 1,500 words, so here's your summary: sex with a stranger on public transport during rush hour. Consensual, more or less. Female reader / male stranger.]
The subway car is a sweaty, breathing animal packed with the rush-hour crowd. You’re wedged against the far door, glued to your phone and deep in a particularly filthy fic. You’re so engrossed you don’t notice the next station's platform is on the other side—until the doors hiss open behind you.
You stumble back, thrown off balance—and are caught by a pair of strong hands on your shoulders. A flustered “Thanks, sorry” is mumbled into the air as you shove your phone away. Shit. Now he’s right behind you. Did he see? You clutch your backpack to your chest like a shield, but your mind is still trapped in the story.
The next stop brings a fresh crush of bodies, shoving you back hard against the man behind you. It’s claustrophobic, a familiar rush-hour misery… and then, slowly, something else.
Your summer dress is thin. Your underwear is thinner. And you can feel everything.
He’s taller. All hard muscle and bone. A tanned forearm rests on the rail next to yours, veins standing in relief, the sleeve of a light linen shirt rolled up casually. His scent—cedar and citrus—wraps around you. You feel the warm puff of his exhale on your neck.
You don’t dare turn around.
Your ass is pressed flush against his bulge.
Heat floods your cheeks. Your grip on the handrail is white-knuckled. You’ve fantasized about this a hundred times, but this is real. He must be annoyed, you think. He must want you to move…
A single, involuntary twitch against your backside shatters the thought.
You’re a big girl. You know exactly what that was.
The train stops; a few people leave. There’s just enough space for you to slide an inch forward.
You know you should.
Your feet refuse to move. You’re frozen, staring at the grimy floor, a silent panic rising in your throat. He must know. He’s going to tell you to get off him.
Instead, he takes a slow, deep breath. You feel him shift, planting his feet wider, settling in. Another pulse, harder this time, a deliberate nudge against you.
A traitorous warmth pools low in your belly, a throbbing ache beginning to build.
The train lurches around a curve, throwing everyone off balance. You pitch forward, but an arm snakes around your waist, pulling you back hard against a solid chest. His arm. He holds you there for a moment longer than necessary. When the car steadies, his grip loosens, as if offering you a chance to pull away.
You don’t.
His hand returns to your waist, this time with purpose, his fingers splaying possessively against your side.
You feel the hard length of him, unmistakable now, pressing into the small of your back.
Then, the lights flicker, die, and plunge the car into darkness. The train jolts to a violent halt. A collective gasp ripples through the crowd. A garbled announcement crackles overhead—an accident on the tracks, a power outage, an indefinite wait. Panic is a live wire in the air.
But the stranger doesn’t hesitate.
His hands find your hips, gripping hard, and he grinds you back against his groin. You feel him, rock-hard and straining, rutting against you through the layers of clothing. One hand slides down to palm your ass, a rough, claiming squeeze.
You stand frozen in the dark, clutching your backpack, your heart hammering against your ribs. This is happening. A stranger is groping you in a crowd of people.
And god, you’re dripping for him. A desperate, throbbing heat consumes you. You should stop him. Instead, you’re mentally begging for more.
His hands are everywhere—greedy, possessive, rough. They roam over your breasts, your hips, your ass. There’s no tenderness, only a raw hunger that mirrors your own. His hand slips under the skirt of your dress from behind, pushing between your thighs. Fingers rub over the soaked, slippery fabric of your panties, and you bite your lip to stifle a moan. A low whistle escapes him, a sound of pure male appreciation for the wet little slut he’s found you to be.
He hooks a finger under the lace and shoves them aside. His palm is hot on your bare skin. He finds your clit, swollen and throbbing, and pinches it between his fingers. A jolt of pure electricity shoots through you.
He doesn’t tease you like your boyfriends did. He works you over with a ruthless, practiced rhythm, smearing your wetness, his calloused fingers relentless on your sensitive flesh. It’s rough, almost painful—but at the same time so good. You gasp, your knees buckling slightly, but he holds you upright, his other arm a steel band around your waist, sure to leave bruises.
You don’t want him to stop. You’re praying he never stops.
The slick, wet sounds beneath your dress are mortifying, but they’re drowned out by the nervous chatter around you. You wouldn’t stop him even if the whole car could hear.
No one has ever handled you with such shameless ownership. The thought makes you gush wetter into his hand. You’re so close, shifting your weight, desperate for friction. You feel his hot breath on your neck, then the wet stroke of his tongue from your collarbone to the spot behind your ear…
You’re right there, about to come in a crowded subway car from a stranger’s touch—
He stops.
A sound of pure frustration dies in your throat as his fingers leave your clit. But then they plunge inside you—filling you, stretching you, fucking you in and out. You clench around them, pushing back, fucking yourself on his hand, desperate for that final friction.
You hear a ragged whisper against your ear, a hot exhale: “Fuck.”
He pulls his hand away, wiping your own wetness on your thigh. Despair claws at you. Why did he stop?
Then, the unmistakable sound of a zipper. The rustle of fabric. He yanks you back, and the hot, velvet-soft head of his bare cock presses against your dripping cunt. He rocks his hips, sliding himself through your slick folds, teasing your entrance. The tip nudges against you, and you hold your breath.
His free hand grabs your chin, forcing your head back. His lips brush your ear. “You want this?”
It’s insanity. Letting some random stranger fuck you raw? Even though you’re on the pill, who knows if he’s clean. It’s dangerous. Reckless.
Your brain screams no.
Your body, your aching, empty, desperate body, whispers, “Please.”
His hand slams over your mouth, and he sheathes himself inside you in one brutal, perfect thrust. You cry out against his palm, the sound swallowed by the dark as he fills you, stretching you to the limit. He doesn’t wait, doesn’t gentle his pace. He fucks you with a raw, driving rhythm, using your body for his pleasure, holding you up as he pounds into you. The sheer force of it, the fact that he clearly doesn’t give a shit about discomfort it may cause you, sends you spiraling higher. You love it. You love being used like this.
You could come just from this, from the feel of him pounding against your cervix…
But he doesn't wait for you to come. You feel him swell inside you, his rhythm fracturing. With a final, deep thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, his body shuddering against yours. Shaky, ragged breaths are hot against your neck as he pulses inside you, emptying himself.
He stays there for a moment, catching his breath, then pulls out with a soft, wet sound. The sudden emptiness is a physical ache. You can’t think about anything else. You could come if he just touched your clit just one more time. But he doesn’t touch you again.
“Good little slut,” he breathes into your hair, and lets you go. The sound of his zipper the period at the end of the sentence.
The lights snap back on. The world comes rushing back. The train lurches forward. The doors open at the next station almost immediately. He pushes past you without a second glance, melting into the crowd on the platform. All you see is a retreating back, light hair, a pale blue shirt.
Gone.
You’re left standing there, flushed and disheveled. Your panties are still shoved aside, and you realize too late you can’t discreetly fix them—people are staring. You nervously smooth down your rumpled dress and clutch your backpack to your chest. You can feel the cool air on your wet skin.
And then, the slow, shameful trickle of his cum tracing a path down your inner thigh.
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I’d love to use you on a train. I’d spot you immediately on the crowded floor, standing awkwardly, so nervous and small. Perfect. When people were getting on and off I’d shift closer until I was right behind you, then bump you around to face the wall so you were trapped there. My fingers find your hole and rub at your clit until you’re dripping, biting your tongue to stay quiet because the embarrassment of getting caught is worse than being felt up - at least for now. (¼)
When I pull your undies aside and started fingering your wet cunt from behind you’d panic a little, but you wouldn’t be able to deny how good it felt with this stranger invading you. You’d realise the train was at your stop - but I have you boxed in, and you helplessly watch out the window as your stop vanishes behind us. My fingers leave and for a moment you think you’re free, until the unmistakable wet, hot head of a cock prods your helpless pussy. (2/4)
I slide in so slowly, my fingers now rubbing your clit again. You try so hard not to enjoy it, but as my cock settles in deep inside, pressed up against your cervix, you can feel yourself cumming. You can hear me laugh softly in your ear as I start fucking you with the rhythm of the shuddering train, disguising my thrusts while I keep tugging and rubbing at your clit without mercy. You try and grab my hand to stop me, but I’m far too strong, and it’s not long before you’re cumming again. (¾)
This time, I grind my cock hard inside you and you squirt, soaking your pants with the evidence of your orgasm. I’m laughing again, and I jerk hard, my hot cum pumping deep inside of you. I furiously rub your clit right back into your third orgasm, forcing your cervix to gulp up my load. I slip out while you’re still shaking from it. You turn around, but your rapist has vanished. Now there’s just one decision left - do you turn back to the wall and let someone have another go? (4/4)
Hnnnn this has been sitting in my askbox for so long because I just can’t think of what to say- I’ve gotten off to this ask a couple times it’s so fucking good- I love chikan a lot and this ticks all my boxes; I’m keeping it in my askbox for later for a while
I love the end, I would definitely be whoring myself out after you left- how else would I afford to take the next train back to my stop after I missed it? And I’d be dripping with cum on the next train too, how could the other passengers resist trying me out too? I’d love just being a little cocksleeve for people to enjoy on their way home or to work~
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