I want to move to a small city that's cut off from a lot of the rest of the world. Things are different here, and I learn it quickly.
As I walk home to my apartment I realize that none of the women are wearing clothes. A police officer stops me and tells me that in this town, women have to be naked. It's the law.
I protest, but he pins me down and pulls my clothes off of me. I'm bare before him, and he ghosts his fingers across my nipples before telling me I'm free to go.
I turn onto a busy street, and immediately I'm aware of the fact that I'm being stared at. I pass a woman who has been forced to her knees, cock jammed down her throat.
I walk a couple blocks before hands circle my waist. I don't see him, but I feel his fingers slide into me. He pulls his hand out and jams a toy into me. By the time I turn to yell at him, he's gone.
The toy buzzes to life, and I double over as it sends waves of pleasure through my body.
I do my best to walk the rest of the way to my apartment, but a block away, I'm stopped by a group of men. The biggest already has his cock out, and I'm pushed to the floor, mouth filled. The toy buzzes and buzzes and I can't help but whimper.
The man pulls himself out of my mouth, and I'm helpless as his fingers find the toy. He pulls it from me gently.
"Someone got her good and ready for us," he tells his friends.
They pick me up, bending me ass up over a park bench. He doesn't wait, just jams his cock into me, chuckling as I cry out.
"That's it." he says. "Good girl. Take it, slut."
Another cock is shoved into my mouth, and hands find my breasts.
"Don't worry, little girl," the man tells me. "We'll put his toy back once we've all had a turn."
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I'm on a crowded bus, and we're packing in like sardines. I feel a hand brush me, but I'm convinced it's an accident. I wish I'd have worn panties today
The brush comes again, and this time it's deliberate. I spin around, looking for the owner of the hand, but I can't see anyone suspicious.
I turn back around, my face beet red. This time it's not a brush. A finger enters my cunt, and I gasp. Then something else does.
It feels so violating, having someone I can't see shove something inside of me. The fingers rub me for a second and then they pull away.
Just as I'm beginning to think about reaching down to take whatever it is out, the toy comes to life. The gentle vibrations threaten to make my knees buckle.
You watch me from afar, a smug look on your face, my juices still all over your fingers. When I get off the bus, you check the tracker you shoved in my pussy behind the toy, making a plan to hunt me down and use me once I'm desperate.
i'm not asking for permission. i'll rip your panties off and shove my fingers into your dry cunt, my other hand holding you still by your hair. your whimpers are just background noise. i'll force your body to respond, to get wet for me. by the time i'm done forcing an orgasm from your unwilling body, you'll be a sobbing, broken mess who understands that your consent is irrelevant
teased my clit with a qtip for like half an hour, just dipping it inside and getting it all wet and then tracing it all over. felt so fucking intense. after i got desperate for a real touch i got my clit sucker and edged with it for another half hour and when i finally let myself cum my toy started dying and my orgasm was ruined. awful but also hot bc i keep getting off lately and deserve a punishment tbh
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you were so good for me. so obedient. so eager to please
so of course you deserve a reward
no, not soft touches. not praise. not something sweet and easy. for that’s not what good girls like you really want, is it ?
you desire pain
you want me to hurt you just enough to make you cry. to make you shake. to make your body forget where the pleasure ends and the suffering begins
so i tighten the clamps. slap your cunt. spit in your mouth and tell you to thank me. i edge you until you’re sobbing, then slap your tits so hard they bounce and bruise. i make you say please for every single stroke of the vibrator, knowing i’m not going to let you cum anyway
and you shall call it mercy
because in your mind, the only thing worse than being broken by me
I wake up with a gasp, my head pounding, vision blurred. The first thing I feel is the cold bite of metal cuffs around my wrists and ankles, anchoring me to a reclined chair. My arms are held above my head, my legs spread obscenely wide, straps digging into my thighs. The air smells sterile, clinical.
A spotlight burns above me, casting my naked body in harsh light. Then I see him, looming just beyond the light, arms crossed, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"Ah, finally awake!" he coos, stepping forward. His voice curls around the words, playful yet menacing. He grabs my chin, forcing me to look him in the eye. “This is going to be much fun.”
I part my lips to ask a question, beg for freedom, say anything but before I can get a full word out, he shoves his fingers into my mouth. I gag around them and tears flood my eyes immediately. He doesn’t give me time to recover when I feel a pill hit the back of my throat and he swiftly pushes it down, forcing me to swallow the drug he’s just given me.
He pulls his fingers free and wipes my saliva across my chest and smirks. I choke and cough, drool escaping out from the corner of my mouth and I finally get to speak.
"P-Please," I stammer, my voice trembling. "What do you want? What did you just give me? L-Let me go. I-I won’t tell anyone, I swear!”
He chuckles, stepping closer. His fingers trail up my thigh, making me flinch. "Oh, sweet girl," he purrs. "We are just getting started."
"No!" I jerk against the restraints, tears welling up. "P-Please, let me go, please, I- ah! Fuck, what did you do to me? Ah—”
The drug hits me hard. My skin burns, every nerve ending sparking to life, hypersensitive. I pant, squirming in my restraints.
He laughs. “I see our lovely aphrodisiac medley has kicked in.”
My eyes widen as I understand. But before I can react further, he fastened noise-cancelling headphones over my ears and a blindfold over my eyes. The world plunges into deafening silence and darkness. It’s so quiet I can hear my own heartbeat and the echoing sound of my breaths.
I have no concept of sound as I beg for him to let me go.
Then, suddenly, a touch.
Feather-light, skittering over my ribs. Fingertips dancing along my sides, my stomach, the undersides of my arms. I scream, but I can’t even hear myself.
Skittering up my ribs, digging between my toes, tracing the creases of my thighs. I jerk against the restraints, a silent scream trapped in my throat. It’s tickling, but worse, so much worse, because the drug turns every brush into electric torment. My muscles spasm, laughter bubbling up as tears soak the blindfold.
I can’t hear myself, but I feel the hysterical vibrations in my chest.
I’m losing my mind.
Every brush of skin is torture, pleasure*.* My nipples pebble, my clit throbs, my cunt clenching around nothing.
The tickling doesn’t stop. It escalates. Pinprick-light strokes under my arms, between my toes, the insides of my thighs, everywhere sensitive. The sensations become agony and then something worse: pleasure-pain, humiliation, need. I’m drooling around the gag, hips jerking pathetically.
Then it gets worse.
Feathers.
Soft. Ticklish. Dragging over my soles, my stomach, the insides of my thighs.
My back arches as laughter fights its way out, muffled and desperate. My hysteria on display for him but deaf to myself. Tears soak the blindfold. I’m drowning in sensation, squirming, begging in my head for it to stop.
Just when I think I’ll pass out from the torment…
The headphones are ripped away.
The blindfold torn off.
Light sears my vision. Sound crashes in. I’m flushed, tear-streaked, drooling. I get my bearings just in time for me to hear him purr, "Now, let’s play with this pretty little clit, yes?"
A cold clamp snaps shut around the swollen bud. I shriek, arching against the restraints, but he just laughs, twisting the clamp, tighter, tighter. Until my whole body is trembling, my thighs shaking.
"Oh pretty girl, does that hurt?” he taunts, watching my face contort in desperation.
He flicks the clamp.
I sob. The aphrodisiac still thrums through my veins, underlining the aching pain with torturous pleasure. He flicks the clamp rapidly in succession and the scream I let out doesn’t even sound human.
He laughs. Flick. Scream. Flick. Sob. It doesn’t stop.
Every flick sends jagged bolts of agonizing pleasure through me, my clit pulsing against the unforgiving metal.
At some point he shoves a gag into my mouth, muffling my begging and sobbing.
When he finally stops flicking the clamp, I’m nearly incoherent. But there’s no relief because with a harsh pull, he yanks the clamp off.
I scream so loud the gag isn’t enough to muffle me.
The rush of blood back into my clit is almost enough to make me cum. A searing, throbbing fire that makes my head spin. I can feel every heartbeat in it, the swollen flesh hypersensitive and burning, a product of the physical torture and the aphrodisiac throbbing through it.
He licks his lips as he watches me writhe. "Mmm. Look at that little clit. All red and ruined." He drags a finger over it, lightly, and I nearly faint from the overstimulation.
He grins at me and waves a metal speculum in my view. I shudder, my eyes wide with fear as I shake my head, desperate pleas coming out muffled behind my gag.
“Oh, pretty girl, I don’t think anyone can understand you,” he murmurs with false sympathy. “But it’ll be okay, I promise, you’ll get to use your pretty voice soon.”
I feel the cold metal of the speculum brush against my pussy and I scream again, my body straining uselessly against the restraints.
“Look at you, little messy cunt’s dripping so much from all that clit torture, what a whore. I don’t even need lube,” he laughs, dipping the metal into my pussy before pulling it out, forcing me to see the lewd string of wetness that follows, the low light shining off the wet speculum as evidence of how much my body craves this.
I moan pathetically, my body long gone from the control of my own mind.
He slides the speculum back in, pushing it in fully, the cold metal making my body jerk. Then I hear the ominous clicking off the device as he opens it.
The sensation is overwhelming. The fullness makes my toes curl and my back arch, the press of cold, hard metal against my hot wetness is almost unbearable. My pleas dissolve into wordless sobs as he cranks the speculum wider, leaving my pussy open for whatever he wants.
He steps away for a moment and returns, holding a long paintbrush and a jar of some kind of cream. His grin promises horrors that I can’t even imagine.
I sob behind my gag when he runs the paintbrush along my sensitive skin. He tsks under his breath, “Look at that little red clit. That clamp really did a number on you didn’t it, pretty girl? Maybe this will help.”
He runs the brush against my clit and I let out a strangled scream. The bristles of the brush run across every crevice of my sensitive nub, the earlier clamping combined with the drugs having already pushed my nerves to a breaking point. He doesn’t stop, running tight circles over my clit, ensuring that every single nerve feels the tortuous sensation. I can’t even clench my pussy given the speculum’s rigid form holding me wide open.
Pleasure and pain have become one and my body and mind are running out of ways to rationalize this torture. I can feel my sanity cracking under his ministrations.
Finally, he pulls the brush away and grins at how wet the bristles are from my slick.
“Now, let’s move onto the main event.”
My heart drops, I can’t take anymore. He doesn’t care.
I watch him screw open the lid of the cream he’d shown me earlier. My eyes are wide with fear and he chuckles. “You look so scared, pretty girl. Don’t be, this will be good for you.”
I shake my head desperately.
“See this is a special little concoction, a little something for that dripping cunt of yours.” He winks at me as he uses the brush to scoop a sizable dollop of the cream out of the jar. Then, he slides the brush inside my open pussy.
I choke out a gasp at the feeling of the bristles against my sensitive walls, the speculum holding me open such that he gets access to every single bit of my cunt. At first, all I feel is the brush, painting evenly across my insides. He coats me in the cream, working like an artist to cover every single inch, including my cervix and g-spot and clit. When he finishes, he sets the brush and cream down and looks down at me with a chilling smile.
“Don’t worry, it’ll kick in soon.”
I whimper, not understanding. And then I do.
The sensation starts slow, a slight tingling sensation coming into focus. Then it gets worse. Tingling turns into throbbing which turns into an overwhelming tickling sensation. My hips start to jerk involuntarily and half-muffled whines leave my gagged mouth.
He smiles. “There it is. Do you like that?” His voice is filled with faux sympathy and mockery. “That’s a specially formulated itching cream designed to stimulate your nerves with an overwhelming tickle sensation. My personal recipe.”
My hips jerk uselessly, muscles spasming as the itch crawls deeper, worse, lighting up every nerve. My clit throbs, swollen and hypersensitive, the cream seeping into the folds, everywhere.
I can only moan in despair as the sensations seem to multiply by the second. The sensation is pure torture, everything too overwhelming to comprehend.
He cups my face as he leans down. “Now let’s hear what you have to say, sweet girl.” He unclips the gag and pulls it from my lips, a line of drool escaping as the gag leaves my mouth.
I’m sobbing as pleas fall from my lips.
*"*No, no, please—I can't take it anymore, please stop—! Please, mercy, I can’t handle this, make it stop!”
Every plea is punctuated with sobs and gasps. My voice sounds broken to my own ears and my begs interwoven with whimpering and wordlessly whining. The itch burrows deeper, my very cervix throbbing in time with my clit.
"P-please," I gasp, voice cracking. "It hurts, it—ah!—it itches, please, please take it off—!"
He tilts his head, feigning concern. "Oh? But, sweet girl, we’ve barely started."
He leans in, blowing a soft breath over my exposed flesh. It’s agony*.* The air makes the itch flare, turning it into a white-hot need, an unstoppable, unbearable craving for relief.
"Now, darling," he murmurs, stroking my cheek as I pant beneath him. "Let’s hear what you really want." My catatonic mind is too far gone to analyze what that sentence means.
A speaker crackles to life.
And then…
My own voice.
But it’s wrong. It’s been altered, it’s not me, it’s breathier, needier, saying words I’ve never said.
"Please, more… more pain, more torture, I need it, I’m just a slut for you…"
I scream and moan pathetically. “No! Stop! That’s not me! No! I didn’t say any of that!”
“Please, I’m just a slut and I need to be punished and tortured. Give me more, please!”
It’s not me, that voice in the recording can’t be mine. I never said those words. It’s not me. Unless… it is?
He smirks as my voice comes through the speakers again.
"Please, more, torture me more, yes, please. I love it, I love when you use me. I need this, please!”
I shake my head as if I can shake the sound away. It’s not real, it’s not me, that’s not how I feel. I don’t want more, I don’t love it… right?
My voice bounces around the room, sound overlaying to create an auditory experience from hell as the torment from the itching cream continues.
At some point, I break. I stop begging for him to stop. I start begging for him to keep going. My voice, coming from my mouth, joins in with the altered recordings. I say what I hear. I mean it.
I beg to cum, beg to be his whore, beg to do whatever he wants. I jerk against the restraints when he brings out a vibrator and presses it hard against my tortured clit. It’s too fast, too much, too quick. My body is already riding the knife’s edge of pain, pleasure, and overstimulation. The itching doesn’t stop. It merges with the vibrations, growing stronger to complement the orgasm that’s fast approaching.
The orgasm is torture. My back arches as pleasure crashes through me, but the itch remains, worse now, sticky and wrong against the oversensitive flesh. I sob, shuddering, as the vibrator keeps going, forcing another wave, another, until I’m gasping, drooling, ruined, the sound of my voice begging for more, coming from both the recording and my own vocal chords, mixing with my broken need for what only he can give me.
hey can you sit on my lap? don't grind or anything, just stay still. yeah, you can touch me, but just above the shoulders. sure, brace yourself, hang onto them. i'll just keep my hands on your hips for a second, maybe rub some circles into you through your bottoms since you won't have those on much longer if you do what i want you to. you wanna be touched there, don't you? so you'll do what i ask? what would you do, right now, to be touched? don't answer that. just open your mouth. wider. let me put my fingers in here. you know how warm it is in here? have you ever felt this? it's sort of like a pussy if you close your eyes and just take in that warmth. this inner part of your cheek where you nervously chew at. see, you're suckin me deeper, just like a cunt would. here's another. three fingers is a lot, isn't it? it's okay, i won't let you choke or gag, i know that's unpleasant. you're so warm though and it just gets warmer to further i push in. you're really swallowing me down, do you want another? no? well, it feels like you do. you're drooling a little, did you notice that? sorry, i can't understand you anymore, you're just gargling around my fingers. might as well have another. that's four now and you're still coaxing them deeper with your slutty throat. that stretch must be a lot--you look kinda stupid stuffed with my fingers like this. and moaning like you're actually being fingered? i think you like this more than you wanna admit. i don't care if it's gross, if it's embarrassing, and it doesn't seem like your body cares either. i'm pushing in a little more and you're just staring dumbly at me. do you even feel yourself tearing up? don't answer that, you look too good like this.
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going through her tumblr likes and pinching her clit for every nasty post there is. “you actually get off on this shit?” in the meanest tone while my finger eases into her needy pussy
I would love to get edging instructions from you. I can go for hours please give me instructions.
Very well, cunt. Let's see if you can handle 12 hours of nothing but constant pleasure. Any other edge slut is free to try as well.
Make sure to time it so that you can follow My instructions to the letter.
For the first hour, I want you to solely edge, rubbing your clit looking at your favorite kind of porn. Nothing more, nothing less.
Simple, right?
During the second and third hour, you will keep looking, and will stop touching. Now, you'll keep yourself needy for two hours by stimulating other parts of your body.
Think of your Professor touching you, teasing you. Play with your nipples, bully them. Make them ache. Caress your thighs, move your hand up and down, and tease the inner sides. Ger close to your pussy, but never touch it. Keep looking at porn, if it has a man in it, mirror his touch so long as it doesn't involve touching that needy cunt.
During the fourth, fifth and sixth hour, you will go back to edging your clit:
For that fourth hour, edge normally.
For the fifth hour, switch to humping a desk or similar.
For the sixth hour, you'll go back to edging, but this time you'll stimulate both your pussy and your nipples.
In the seventh hour, you will start humping a pillow or a stuffie. At this point, if you had any clothes, they should be completely off. An edge slut who's lasted this long is a complete horny mess, she should not be clothed like normal people.
For the eight and ninth hours, you'll grab a hairbrush, a dildo, or whatever else you've been pushing inside that cunt thinking about Me. Fuck yourself with it, and make sure your tongue stays out, begin salivating all over your tits like the dumb slut you are. If you get close, keep the brush deep inside you while you rest.
In the tenth hour, you will keep your tongue out and crouch down on the floor or bed. Put that brush under it and start riding it. Make sure to note how those tits flop up and down, and imagine you're doing this right in front of class. ♡
Do this for as long as you can, then while you rest, tease your nipples and other parts that feel good until you're ready to ride again.
In the eleventh hour, you'll go back to humping, either the desk, a pillow, a stuffie, or whatever else you can.
Finally, reaching the twelfth hour, you will fuck your overstimulated cunt with one hand and rub on your clit with the other. For the duration, switch between playing with your clit and other erogenous zones as you push the brush deep.
After you complete this task, you will be allowed to cum. As soon as this becomes possible, use one hand to keep pushing that brush inside. For the other, you'll make it into a fist and push the knuckless right under your belly button as you get closer and closer. You'll keep pushing until you cum.
That's your edging task. Let me know if this is too easy for you and I'll make it harder, slut. ♡
Thinking about showing everyone what a whore you are.
Hanging out with friends, everyone is having a good time, you're sitting next to me on the couch. I turn to the group and say, "hey, watch this." I look you in the eyes and tell you to spread.
Obediently, you open your legs for the whole party to see, smiling so prettily at me. Just the way I trained you. Everyone's laughing, but you're so drunk, you don't really understand why.
I reach a hand between your legs, rubbing so sweetly, and say to everyone else, "come on, come feel how wet she is!"
So our friends gather around, chuckling and teasing as they all lean in to feel you for themselves. I rest one hand on top of your head - you're doing so well for me.
Your whole body is suffused with warmth, now. From the booze and weed, sure, but there's another warmth, isn't there, building inside you. You barely even notice as I help you out of your clothes, but you certainly notice when my cock slaps down on your tummy.
"Hey, wait," you laugh, and as your mouth opens fingers find their way inside. They're not mine. You aren't sure whose they are. There's a raw attitude building in the room, and more and more hands are on you every second, more lips, more probing fingers.
With a jolt, you feel me push inside. You've never quite gotten used to my size, and it feels so fucking good as I stretch you out inside, pressing in every direction, and you can't help but moan with my strong, deep strokes.
Another cock is by your mouth, pushing at your lips, then another. Someone grabs your wrist and puts your hand on their cock, and someone is riding your other hand, now. I press down on your tummy as I fuck you, and hands caress your hips, your moans obstructed by the cocks in your mouth. You're such a good girl that you try to focus through the pleasure to stroke what's in your hands. People are laughing, aren't you proud to be the heart of the party?
Abruptly, the cock in your hand spasms, and you feel the hot, sticky cum shoot onto your bare tummy. Your breath catches in your throat, and with three quick, perfect strokes inside you, you cum, cum for me, writhing beneath the hands and attention of all your friends, and as you contract around me I can't help it either. You hear me moan something, indistinct over the noise of the party, over the noise of your exhibition of lust, and you feel it shoot deep inside you, spraying your womb, dripping out as I continue to thrust into you.
I pull out, slapping your aching cunt, watching you flinch. You're begging now, you need more, don't you? I half pull, half carry you over to the coffee table, and push you down on one side.
I lift one leg up, and as I force your tight little ass to spread for my thick, veiny cock, I grab your hair and pull your head back. You feel pressure as someone else, you don't even know who and I won't let you see, slides their cock inside you, my cum still dripping out. Their cock isn't nearly as thick, but it's long, long, long. You gasp as our friend pushes your cervix up into you, fucking you quick and deep as I impale you on my cock.
You start crying, hands covering you again, kisses on your neck, your shoulder blades, your spine, your fingers, and you cum again, intoxicated by the attention, losing yourself in the hedonism of it all...
After you don't know how long, you feel me pull out. You're not even sure if I came or not, but the space is filled soon enough. As you feel the warm wetness of a tongue caress between your legs, you overhear me on the phone.
"Yeah, man, get over here. Bring everyone. Oh, don't bring any condoms. You're not gonna believe this..."
I want my orgasms to be entirely in your control. I have to ask permission before I cum, and if I cum without permission I want the most brutal punishment. I want you to make me edge constantly so that I'm always wet for you. Deny my orgasm for days at a time, make me crazy and desperate with horniness. When you do make me cum I want you to make me regret ever asking. Strap a vibrator to my clit while I'm tied to a fuck machine. Turn the vibrator on high. Leave me for hours being fucked and forced to cum over and over again. By the time you untie me I'll be barely coherent, covered in sweat and tears, and my pussy will be so sensitive from overstimulation. Remind me why I shouldn't beg for orgasms if I can't handle them.
I want my orgasms to be entirely in your control. I have to ask permission before I cum, and if I cum without permission I want the most brutal punishment. I want you to make me edge constantly so that I'm always wet for you. Deny my orgasm for days at a time, make me crazy and desperate with horniness. When you do make me cum I want you to make me regret ever asking. Strap a vibrator to my clit while I'm tied to a fuck machine. Turn the vibrator on high. Leave me for hours being fucked and forced to cum over and over again. By the time you untie me I'll be barely coherent, covered in sweat and tears, and my pussy will be so sensitive from overstimulation. Remind me why I shouldn't beg for orgasms if I can't handle them.
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i am currently naked in my bed, legs spread wide, and playing with my nipples which is getting my cunt horny and wet. i will put on some painful anal porn and will wait for permission to touch my cunt and edge from ten people. you can dm me and make me beg and still deny me, or you can mock me and imagine me edging my useless pussy.. please give me permission, i really will not touch until i've received permission ten times via dms 🤤
What if you demand to have my breasts out at all times when we're at home. And then your friends come over and you see I'd put on a shirt. So you get mad at me and sulk. When they ask what's wrong you say I don't love you because I don't listen to you or do what you ask. So I sigh and take my shirt off and my breasts are out again, fully visible. Your friends are quiet for a bit before they start to laugh and say they can't believe you did it and got me to agree. I blush and my chest goes all red. They laugh harder. You smile at me.
- So you do love me!
Then you reach and start to play with my nipples. I blush even harder and bite my lips so I don't start to moan. My nipples grow and I squeeze my legs as tight as I can.
- But how much do you love me?
Then you lean down and start to kiss all over my boobs, lightly sucking my nipples. I don't know whether to look at you or your friends who are quietly watching you, watching us.
You keep going and I finally break and moan loudly pressing my boobs into you.
- There's my good girl! Do you want to be good for me now? In front of my friends? Show them what a good girl I have? How much she wants to please me.
I look only at you and slowly nod.
- Good.
Then you slide your hand down my pants and start to rub my pussy. Its already wet.
- Let them hear you. Let them hear what a dirty perverted whore I have.
I whine but shake my head. You've never called me that. I don't want to. I don't like this.
You shove a finger deep inside me and start to rub my gspot while you grab my hair and pull it roughly. It hurts. So why do I moan..
- You will do what I say or I will punish you.
- No..
I barely whispered it but you heard me.
- No? Oh, is that so?
You pulled your hand out of me and pulled me up from the couch. You undressed me before I even knew what was happening. I was left naked in front of your friends with my nipples erect and my pussy leaking. I was panting and I turned around to leave but you grabbed me and pushed down my back so I had my ass up in the air. Then you started to slap it. Hard and fast. The force of it almost made me fall but you held me with one hand while the other was making my ass red. Why did my pussy tingle when you were doing that. I was back to biting my lips.
- You will do what I say, slut. Or I will have you strapped on all fours on the floor like an animal and edged for 24 hours with no breaks. I will find strangers from the street to come and unload into your ass. I will make you beg and beg and still not let you cum. Do you understand me, whore? Nod if you do.
I nodded. I looked at your friends and they all had their cocks out and were jerking off quietly. I closed my eyes.
- Now then....
You were stroking my ass and moved me so I was standing visible for your friends.
- Doesn't she have the most magnificent tits?
You held them up and pinched the nipples. Your friends gave different affirming answers.
- Come on, sweetness. Let's show them your pussy, too.
You pulled my leg up and placed in on the table so my pussy was on full display. I was so wet, I was sure they could tell. I was so embarrassed, I didn't know why I was so aroused by this filth.
- I'm sure you can see how wet my whore is but in case you can't....
Then you started playing with my folds as my pussy was making the lewdest sounds. I was blushing even more but it felt so good. I started to move with you, rubbing myself on your fingers. At some point I started to moan. I had even begun to touch my nipples. When did that happen.. before I could second guess reality you roughly grabbed me and turned me around. You held me by the chin as you gave your next command.
- Lean forward and spread your cheeks so they can see your asshole.
My eyes were wide with shock.
- Show them your last hole. Now or I will punish you.
I softly nodded and slowly leaned down and spread myself. I'd never been so embarrassed in my life. You sat down and watched me. Then you carresed my cheek and pushed your fingers in my mouth.
- You will now suck me in front my friends. You will lick my balls, you will deep throat my dick, you will drool on me, all while you keep your ass spread for an audience to watch and hear what a whore you are.
Then you pulled out your semi hard dick and said "Begin."
I leaned down and followed your instructions. I could hear grunts behind me but nothing else. I was only looking at you. I had your balls in my mouth. I licked your tip, your shaft, I sucked it, I kissed it, I gagged on it. After a while I got so into it, I forgot about the audience.
- Good girl. You've pleased me. Now turn around and sit on my dick. I want you to bounce on it while they watch. Make me cum. You're not allowed to cum though so watch yourself.
I did as you commanded. I speared myself on your dick and started fucking myself on it while you held me by the hips. My tits were swaying and bouncing too. And I could see your friends watching us, watching me. They looked mesmerized. For some reason that made me wetter, hornier, wilder. I was fucking you harder, your grip grew stronger. I was so close to cumming but kept myself in check. You ordered me to and I wanted to please you.
- Faster. I'm about to fill you full of my cum in front of my friends. Don't you want them to see how good you are at fucking yourself on my dick? Faster, whore. Go faster!
You screamed that last bit and it gave me the energy to go even faster. My tits almost hurt from how hard they were bouncing around. Then I felt you cum inside me and you stilled me.
- What a good whore you are. You have done well, slut.
I whimpered despite myselft. Why did that praise make me feel so good.
- I can feel you clenching around me, whore. Do you want to cum?
- Yes, please!
- Mmm. You have to be extra good to get that reward. Do you want to be good for me? Good enough to be allowed to cum?
- Yes, yes. Yes, please. Please!
- Good whore. You will cockwarm my dick in your ass and hold your legs by the knees to keep them spread. Then my friends can come and eat your pussy out for as long as they want. While they're doing that you're allowed to cum as many times as you want. If I feel like it, I'll fuck your ass until I want, too. Do you want that, whore? Does that sound good?
You leaned and bit me on the shoulder. I screamed yes. Why did I agree... I really must be a dirty whore because that sounds hot and I want it to happen. I want it so bad.
You pulled your dick out of my pussy and your cum dripped out. You didn't waste time and immediately shoved it into my ass. It took some time to adjust but it felt good to feel you inside of me again. I grabbed my legs and pulled them up, displaying my wet pussy that was still full of cum. I was panting hard, so horny, so desperate to cum.
Your friends queued up in a line and the first one fell to his knees and began to lick your cum off me while looking at you. He then looked up to my tits and was sucking and licking and fingering me. My clit has never been so abused. By the time the last of your friends was done with me, I'd lost count of how many times I'd cum. The entire floor was covered with your friends' cum too. You'd only fucked my ass once and I liked that you'd kept your sperm plugged inside of me. I wanted to keep it there as long as possible. Your friends quickly dressed, said hurried goodbyes and left while I was still panting. I didn't even know my name at that point.
You pulled me even closer to your body, pinched my nipple hard and gripped my neck.
- Did you like my friends eating your pussy, whore? Making you cum? Touching what's mine? While I had my dick up your ass for them to see?
I was nodding and saying 'yes' like it was a prayer. I was close to tears.
You caressed my cheek and softly kissed my neck.
- Good. I liked it too. We can do it again soon if you're good.
I looked to you with my teary eyes. "Really? You're not mad?"
- No, sweetness. I'm not mad. I enjoyed showing you off and sharing your sweet pussy.
You then grabbed me by the pussy and leaned closer to my ear.
- As long as you don't forget who this pussy belongs to, we can show it and share with whoever.
- It's yours. My pussy, my ass, my tits, my mouth, my orgasms, everything is yours. I'm yours.
I wasn't even done saying that before you turned me around and were fucking my pussy on top of the cum-covered floor your friends left us.
