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But I don’t stop.

“You said you could take it,” I growl, leaning over you, pinning you with my hips, my hand, my voice. “Said you wanted it all.”

You moan, broken and dazed, and I grin as I start to move again—slick and hot, dragging a sound from your throat that doesn’t even have words anymore.

I can feel how sensitive you are, how every thrust makes your legs twitch and your walls flutter. But I want more. I want to fuck you through the overstimulation, through the exhaustion, until your body forgets where it ends and I begin.

“That’s it. You’re gonna take every drop,” I whisper, close to your ear. “Gonna keep me inside you. Gonna stay full for me, messy and used and mine.”

And when I cum deep inside, when your back arches and you sob through another sudden orgasm you didn’t expect, I don’t let go. Not yet.

he smells like musk and beer breath and your head is spinning and it’s hard to think, and he doesn’t even seem to notice when you try to push his hands away, he just keeps feeling you up and asking you stupid shit like “so how old did you say you were again” and “your party’s staying the week in town yeah? yeah, we’ve got time”

and before you know it you’re bent over a log in the woods taking eight inches of virile satyr cock and moaning like a whore. “fuck, yeah, that’s it,” he’s grunting in your ear, the fur on his thighs coarse against your ass, “just like that baby, fuck you feel good, shh, shh don’t fight it, just let it happen kid, oh yeah you liked that, tightened up real good, fuck.”

and you can’t help it, his hands are so rough and his cock is so thick, fucking you like he doesn’t even care who you are, you’re just a warm hole to jerk off with, and it feels so good…

you come, probably. he certainly does. you can feel it dripping down your thigh when he pulls out with an obscene sound. “fuck, yeah,” he sighs, sitting down beside the log you’re still bent helplessly over and patting your ass. “good shit, kid.”

I’d be flushed all day, softly huffing, shallow breaths as I try and stay composed like I would any ordinary day. My boyfriend squeezing my hand constantly to make sure I’m holding up, reassuring me that once we get home we’ll finally be able to see the results from this humiliating little experiment, hoping he holds me close while I sit between his legs in front of our mirror. I wanna feel the release and satisfying “pop” of the knot after he slowly pulls the toy from my hole, his cruel little gasp as what’s left of his load spills out from the gape between my legs and onto the floor, fighting against time before my muscles start to tighten again. He keeps me spread open with one hand, another on my jaw directing my gaze to the reflection of my ruined hole, taking pride in his work he praises me endlessly for being such a brave little pup.

I don't even register that someone else came into the room... In my fucked out state I assume his calm soothing voice is meant for me, so the words didn't matter. I just smile and nod when I think he asked me a question, even though I had no idea what was said...

He pushes me up his chest just a little and angles my hips up.

And then I feel a head of the second cock right against my entrance... I'm too confused, too put of it to properly react, so I just groan and try to sit up, but Daddy muves his arm higher, and presses my upper body against his.

"Shhhh... Everything is okay, My Love... Just let it happen... I'm here, I'm here..."

Even with Daddy's previous loads acting as lube, I can still feel the tears forming in the corners of my eyes from the burning stretch of two cocks inside my pussy.

"You're doing so well, being such a good little cum doll for Daddy and his friends... That needy cunny of yours is just begging to be stuffed full, huh...? You need it so bad, isn't that right...?"

Does the focus on your entrance overwhelm you? The repeated tug at that tight ring of muscle, the way that sticky sound echos through the room….

When he pulls out, and slaps his cock against your fat, puffy clit. Oozing a little pre, making sure to spread it all over that cute little hard nub.

He’ll push back into you with a squelch, continuing to tease at the first few inches of your entrance. Fucking shallowly into you, while making the lewdest sounds. Maybe he’ll spank your clit, just to feel you squeeze so tight, you push his cock out. He dives right back in, of course. He wouldn’t want to waste a moment out while your hole is fluttering like that.

He has to keep slowly pushing in— maybe it would be easier if he stopped spanking that poor clit of yours. But the flutter of your walls around him milks him so well. Why would he stop?

He grips your fat clit, and strokes it firmly. Pinning your hands when you try to push him away, to make the overstimulation stop. He keeps going, stroking your little cock while he breeds your hole.

After he’s cum, he insists that this is for your own good. Rubbing numbing cream all over your attentive, over-sensitive cock. Numbness took over slowly, but surely. This doesn’t stop him from continuing to play with it. Keeping you standing at attention and throbbing, by caressing a callused thumb over it.

“Milk my cock. That’s it baby, good boy.” His thrusts become lazy, bathing in the pleasure of you.

I feel your hands start to explore me, running all over me, slowly so that people don't notice your movements. You slip a hand into my pants while pressing your hardened cock against my ass. I have to cover my mouth with my hands to keep from making a sound as you slide your fingers between my legs and stuff them deep into my cunt without any preamble.

I'm tight, even more so as I clench in surprise, and it makes you grind against me even harder. You finger fuck me for a minute before beginning to unbutton your trousers with your other hand, careful to be quiet. You don't bother undoing mine, forcing them down over my hips with my boxers to expose me.

You force me to bend forward as far as I can, arching my back in order to give you better access to my cunt from behind. I can feel you twitching as you rub your cock between my legs, grinding it against my t-dick and pussy lips. Then you slide your cock head between my folds until it gets caught on my hole.

You're quick to stuff yourself all the way in with one thrust, stretching me so wide I can barely hold back a cry. You don't give me time to get used to your size, beginning to thrust. You have to be careful not to alert anyone to what you're doing, so your thrusts are slow but deep. Each one has your cock pressed tight up against my womb, making me attempt to wriggle away from the pain.

You hold me tight though, enough that I'll have bruises after. The general din of the train and crowd drown out the whimpers I can't contain, and soon you're spilling into me. Feeling you fill me up ends up pushing me over the edge and I clench down on your cock as I come as well. You keep your cock deep in me even after you're done coming, leaning into my ear to mock me about how much I like it. Getting bred by a stranger where anyone could see them.