TORCH HAS BURNED

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You're thinking about cock. Again.

Silly.

You were doing so well, too. Concentrating on whatever it was you were doing before. Probably something important. Maybe? Not sure now.

Because you're thinking about cock.

What could you do with a cock right this second? Or, better, what could a cock do with you? How useful could you be for cock? That's what you're thinking about.

Again.

You could be on your knees. It's always safer down there. Use your hands, your mouth. Both? Lots of cocks. Yes, lots. Maybe there'd be a queue. A queue would mean you were being good, being useful.

You'd want a queue.

Bent over? Maybe there's a desk or something nearby. Kitchen counter? Perfect height. Pushed forward, held down. A hand on the back of your neck, the other on your hip as you push back. Perfect, yes. So many things you could be bent over. You notice them a lot.

Or, you will now.

Legs apart and on your back would also work. Legs pushed wide and held there. Good for him, good for you. Good thing you're flexible, hmm? And that way he'd get to see your cute face everytime he bottomed out. Yes, that's a good one. And he'd also get to see the look in your eyes when he came and emptied his balls into your needy little cunt.

It'd leak out, after. Unless he plugged you up and kept it in. Wouldn't be up to you. You're just there to be useful and to be used, and there are so many ways a cock could use you.

And now you're thinking about them again.

Silly. Needy. Dumb.

Weren't you meant to be doing something else?

Oh well.

But I'm at the same time making sure you're comfortable, making sure nothing hurts in a bad way, making sure you cum so hard that you need to rest after.

Asking him, “How’s this?” Every inch I sink into his tight hole. I made sure to stretch him, but there’s not much you can do when it’s his first time. He whines and squirms in pleasure, and I don’t even punish him for not replying with his words.

“Does this feel good?” I ask when I finally bottom out. He nods furiously and mumbles something I can’t catch.

“I’m so big inside you, aren’t I?” I gently grab his thigh, pushing it up, making me sink into him some more. He cries out and moans, nails digging into my skin. “Does this feel good?” I start moving, looking at his face and smiling when he’s so embarrassed he can’t even look at me.

“I bet you can feel it in your cervix, can you?” I try to aim for that spot inside of him. We’re so close that his cock rubs against my lower stomach. I point at the small bulge that keeps appearing every time I thrust into him. “Here, can you feel it? Does it feel good? You can’t even talk- is that how good it feels?”

I don’t even realize he’s crying until he lets out a sob, and I gently coo at him.

“Oh baby, shh,” I lean towards him, sinking deeper into him without my intention. He arches his back into it, and I gently grab his face, trying to wipe away the tears, kissing them away. “It’s okay puppy, feels so good, huh? Look at you.”

I gently put my hand around his throat, hand brushing through his hair before pulling to get his attention. His pathetic, beautiful teary eyes looking up at me.