guess this is a monster blog now

My dumb sextoy of a girlfriend is going under the table. She'll begin sucking on random cocks as quietly as possible.

We each buy in with $500. After each hand, the winner will be given a guess about who is currently being serviced. If he's right, that player is eliminated and he gets their chips. If he's wrong, he gives $50 to the aggrieved party.

If you cum in My cumdumpster's mouth, without getting caught, you may take your chips and exit for 10 minutes. It is $500 to buy back in, so if you were up, you bank your winnings. If you were down, you'll need a full $500 to get back in.

When only two remain, whoever has put cum in My fleshlight's throat more often is the winner. If you're tied, she will begin sucking your dicks for three minutes at a time starting with the chip leader. First to cum gets the pot and the night with My free use cocksleeve.

the first thing he asks for is a volunteer

i normally get picked on for these sorts of things - y'know - given im the one at the back of the class that always tucks her head into her book whenever she's noticed... i do my usual interested-in-book act and hope to go unnoticed.

it fails once again.

against my volunteering-want, i pick myself up - cheeks darkening as I feel the class' attention turn to me as my chair scrapes the floor, my heels dragging as i stand at the front and look across the classroom - seeing how many judgemental pairs of eyes stare at me - today's subject.

"Now that we have someone who has kindly volunteered - will you hop up onto the desk-"

I leaned back and let myself pull my bodyweight up so that I sat with my legs extending from the teacher's desk on the front

"-And pull your skirt up."

the words took a second to resonate before my eyebrows flew up in shock. "S-sorry?"

"Show the class your pussy," he said as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. "we're in a health class and you volunteering yourself - your body - so go on, show the class your pussy."

My throat dries and closes, face draining of colour and yet heating up simultaneously, legs crossing over each other defensively whilst my body seemingly freezes at the overwhelmingness of it all.

I can't talk - my throat hoarse from the shock of it all - and instead the best i can do is shake my head erratically, not willing to oblige. was he joking? was this some example of how if you don't wanna show your body to everyone you shouldn't send pictures?

what sick thing what going on?!

it wasn't a joke though - and seemingly bad was turning to worse at the teacher frowned. "well, you've already volunteered yourself, and if you don't comply with what i tell you to do then there will be consequences, miss."

my body remained frozen in place from the shock of it all. and looking across the classroom, all the other students seemed perfectly okay with what was going on - as if there were some universe where this was normal! And if not neutral to it - some of the body even seemed to have their interests piqued by the idea, leant forwards in their desks as though trying to get closer to the action.

the teacher noticed my lack of movement and took matters into his own hands.

"Jones! Up!"

I looked across the room as my bully - the one that antagonized me for all things stupid and trivial - stood up and came to the front of the class.

"I'm going to lift her skirt up and hold her body to keep her still - i want you to hold her thighs open and pull her panties off."

this time the words clicked faster, and I pushed myself off of my arms to get off of the table and not let myself get undressed in front of the whole class - yet my teacher was faster. his arm wrapped around my body and pulled my back into his chest, his other forearm grasping at the hem of my skirt before yanking it upwards and revealing the upper skin of my thighs and the baby pink panties i'd chosen this morning - things that I hadn't expected nor wanted the class to see

"get-off- mE!" i wriggled under the teacher's hold and yet couldn't escape his grasp - and looking across the class with teary eyes, noone cared to make eye contact with me or help - instead they all made eye contact with the baby pink between my legs, uncaring for the yelps that left my mouth

the only one that looked me in the eyes was Jones. My bully, who hadn't shown kindness since I'd first joined. please, Jones... I'd whispered with a wavering tone to him - holding eye contact as he leaned down, his hands falling on either of my thighs... before he gripped them - hard - and prised them open to give everyone a better view of the pair of panties. and with both his hands occupied, his head fell between my legs as a scream left my mouth, his teeth clenching around the material to pull it away from my pussy and expose the raw flesh that evoked some scattered gasps and wows across the classroom.

"Terry, take my place holding her - everyone gather round-"

My body was grasped by a different set of arms, blubbers falling from my lips as the teacher came to my side and the class left their seats to come closer to my bare pussy - eyes fixated on the exposed mound

"This is what a real pussy looks like - this up here-"

he touched my clit and made my whole body jerk, a cry mixing ang mingling with a moan and making something of a wailing noise that seemed to make someone's trousers tighter

"that is the clitoris. the place that had the most nerves and it a pleasure point on the female anatomy. This set of lips is the labia majora - the other lips - and these inner ones are the labia minora"

i felt utterly degraded feeling him pinch either set of lips, shaking them with his words to emphasise what he said using my body - a trail of dampness following his fingers as he pulled away from my pussy

"and most importantly - this here is the vagina - the hole from which women have periods and babies from - but most importantly - the place which you put cocks, fingers and toys into to pleasure a woman."

"everyone, you may now touch and feel the demonstration."

my whole body jerked as various prods and motions were conceded on my pussy - Jones' hold firm around my thighs and stopping my from squirming or wriggling myself away from all the touch that made tears leak from my eyes

"can i finger her, sir?"

"absolutely, how else would you learn?"

a scream leaves my mouth as a pair of foreign fingers breaches my pussy, twisting and almost patting my inner walls curiously, before pulling away with a trail connecting his fingers to my pussy - fluid dripping between his fingers as the separated the two that had been inside my pussy

"okay, so, our first assignment will be to see how a pussy reacts when stimulated with pleasure"

everyone is given a chance to make me cum.

initially i scream and writhe on the desk whilst I'm instead pinned down, and have my pussy violated with fingers what scissor my walls and prod a sensitive spot until my juices spread over my shaky legs. then it's a tongue that breaches my hole with flicks and thrusts. they gain confidence though - and it's not long before a cock is inserted into my pussy and leaves stains of white over my pussy when he finishes.

my throat becomes so raw i cant speak - my mind a broken scramble and my pussy is so spent and broken that it doesn't even contract in horror anymore. it's completely passive as the orifice is breached over and over until...

"okay, that's good - now, as we still have a bit more time before class finishes... let's have some fun - everyone - find something in your bag or in the classroom to shove in her pussy to see how she reacts."

my mind is still scrambled - yet someone props a book beneath my head so that i can at least see all of the objects that are pushed into my hole - the pupils' cum acting as lubrication that allows the random objects to enter my pussy

a whiteboard pen, markers and other various stationary items enter first - testing the waters before someone tries to push a water bottle up there - then a chair leg that two people need to hold to effectively spear me with the metal rod

your turn, princess. Yep, I'm sure. I shot first so I took the first drink, this is the second.

your turn, princess. Yes, I just shot so it's your turn to drink.

your turn, princess. Yeah, I'm feeling it too. Just keep working at it.

your turn, princess. you haven't finished your last one? I know it's vodka, but you need to chug it or we'll forfeit.

your turn, princess. princess? Hey, focus. Last one. I'll drink three of the last four.

your turn, princess. Yes, this is your last one. I'll drink the other two. you're slurring. I can't even understand what you're saying. Just drink it, we're almost done.

your turn, princess. Last one. I'll pinch your nose, just open your throat.

front row seat, legs crossed over one another as everyone walks in and says hi and gets to their chosen seat. And once they're all sat down, im expected to open my legs up so that the prof can see my stuffed pussy beneath the desk whilst he lectures - teeth flashing with the sadistic smirk he wears each time that he looks over and sees me with eyes squeezed shut, doing my best not to make any noise

Sometimes when he feels particularly cruel, he'll call me out by name and say pay attention. In extreme cases of cruelty, he'll ask me to answer his questions and listen to me stutter to jog my brain and look past the pleasure to answer his questions.

The toys vary each week - one time it was a thick dildo, another time a bullet vibe to shove up my cunt. One time it was a butt plug of which the professor could control the vibrations of from his phone.

Of course, I then also need to wait until the end of the lesson before i can leave. Otherwise, everyone would see me get up with strings of my own cum extending from the chair to my sopping pussy as I get up.

No, instead I wait for everyone else to leave.

Then the professor can tell me to turn around and touch my toes so that my skirt flips and he can observe my pussy, stuffed with whatever odd object he'd decided to use on me that week.

Well it’s a pulsing suction. There are 4 settings of pulse speed and 9 of intensity.

It’s a massive fantasy-sized strap that is hollow in the center, and it feels just like a tight hole on the inside (it can even be custom molded to feel exactly like the bottom’s hole). The top wears it over their cock. This forces the bottom to take the biggest thing they’ve ever had, while still giving the top the experience of thrusting from their hips + giving the top a snug thing to fuck into.

“But how will the strap stay in place so the top isn’t actually deprived of sensation the whole time?” I’m glad you asked. The top COULD use it to edge or deny their own cock (or save their load for another sex act), OR…

There’s a pump that inflates a knot towards the bottom of the shaft. After the top has fucked the strap all the way inside the bottom, they can then expand the knot, trapping the toy inside its hole. Then, the top can fuck the warm, tight, stationary fleshlight with wild abandon while their bottom sobs underneath them, overwhelmed by the stretch, the vibrations, and their helplessness.

The base of the strap can either be very minimal (so that the top will actually be slapping the bottom’s tdick/clit/body with their own balls/body as they thrust) or flared and fitted with monster-sized balls that really just cover the bottom up, to deny the bottom most sensations (and make it safe for anal of course).

@whatever-lola-wants, the wannabe art model version.

And it's... it's okay. Very bro-y environment, the guys are all pretty intense about what they do, whether it's sports or sorcery or fucking literature and theatre, they take it Serious, and they can get rowdy when they amp each other up

But they're all fucking hot, obviously. Many of them visibly wolfish outside of the full moon - tipped ears, sharp teeth, yellow and amber eyes, the hair - and then fully transforming a few nights a month

Many of them big and rippling with muscle, either more visibly toned or with fat and power packed on top; even the leaner guys are still muscular in fox-like ways, very fast on their feet

A few of them tease him, drunkenly pull his face into their tits or their armpits and laugh and jeer and flirt with him, and he always quickly puts himself to work bc he's embarrassed by how fucking horny he is

Then one of them leaning on his doorframe one day and going, "hey, man, could you do me a favour? I'm like, super backed up, I need a hand or I'm gonna fucking explode"

And the dude is kinda half-asleep, was dozing with a vintage train magazine in front of him, and kinda blearily starts to sit up like, "huh? Yeah, sure, i can help, what do you need?"

And the werewolf is like, "ugh, thanks, dude, i appreciate it" as he walks in, doesn't even close the door, and the trans guy doesn't get what's happening, doesn't grok it, even as the werewolf goes, "nah, man, you don't have to get up"

And flips him onto his back so goddamn casually, his head falling off the side of the bed, and suddenly eight inches of wolfcock is unsheathed and sliding down his throat as he squeals and arches off the bed

Werewolf groaning in relief above his head and holding his throat in both his hands, not even really thrusting his hips but just sliding home and then letting his knot swell fist-sized in the trans guy's mouth

Whining and shouting and kicking as the werewolf basically just lets out all that fucking tension, pumping hot, heavy come down his throat and making his belly lurch and swell with it, utterly deaf to his struggling and yelling

The noises muffled, his nose shoved into the frat guy's heavy, furry balls, and he's agonisingly horny at the fucking taste of it, salty and heavy and so thick it's weighing him down, belly pregnant-looking as the frat bro pats it idly

Finally being left almost passed out, head still hanging off the edge of the bed, pinned under the weight of his come-stuffed stomach, bleary and confused and drooling, cunt soaked and open

A little under 3k of a trans guy having his throat used as a cocksleeve by a well-meaning werewolf frat bro who's just trying to chill himself out before a test <3

Casual use, objectification, cumflation, a bit of degradation!

Forcing a pretty trans girl to sit on her chair, hands digging into the armrests, while I slowly sink hot and tight onto her. Letting out a satisfied sigh as I come to rest in her lap, pleasantly filled, while I can hear her practically panting behind me.

She doesn't have permission to move. She doesn't have permission to touch me. She doesn't have permission to cum. All she is right now, is a warm and throbbing dildo for me to passively enjoy. Maybe I put on a movie, maybe I play a game, maybe a read some smut that has me happily clenching around her every so often.

He has prepared their dinners, so all you have to do is heat them up. If they spill something on themselves just wipe them down with a sponge and handtowel, no baths. Don't let them in the garden, because the littlest one tends to run into the street. No television, it messes with their eyes...

You don't interrupt or try to get him to hurry up. You listen and nod when he's done, and then wave goodbye at the door with the three pups. He can hardly concentrate at work, glancing at the clock as the hours tick by. He knows just how much of a handful his pups are. Will you be able to handle it? When the meeting ends, he's the first one to leave. The sun is setting by the time he gets home and as he strides to the front door he hears you say, "Get back here, you rascal!"

He bounds the rest of the way, unlocking the door and slipping in. If you're not being nice to his pups... He feels his hackles raise a little, but then he steps into the living room and finds all four of you crawling around on the floor, having a great time. This is the first time he's come home to see the babysitter managing all three at once. There are no tears, no bumped heads or bite marks.

"What are you doing?" He asks.

His pups squeal and surge forward to greet him, their little tails wagging.

"We're playing caterpillars!" They say, their words tumbling over each other as they talk about how much fun they've had.

He's only half listening, though. He watches you pull yourself off the floor with a tired but satisfied smile and begin putting away toys, and he almost keels over as his primal side tells him that he's just found the perfect mate. Together you put the pups to bed. He knows he should pay you and send you on your way, but he feels like he'll die if he doesn't talk to you.

He clears his throat and murmurs, "Want a drink?"

When your eyes light up, he knows he's made the right choice.

Something about being told by your friends with sensitive noses how your pheromones are always super strong, but you never thinking much of it.

Up until you start working your new job with a disgruntled, quiet werewolf for your boss. You can’t seem to figure out why your presence around him makes him so frustrated. It almost stings when you think that maybe he just doesn’t like you.

It isn’t until you’re staying late helping one night and you brush in front of him to grab something. You freeze when you feel his nose pressed against your neck, his clawed fingers digging into your hips to cement you there as his breath tickles your skin.