Dumb Slave

You don't fuck me. I am a toy that helps you get off.

Use my desperate pussy to jerk off while you fantasize about beautiful girls with fat asses that I can't compare to, no matter how much I squat.

Cover my face, put a laptop on my back and pull up girls you like while you fuck me.

Tell me shut up, because fleshlights don't whimper and moan. Finish as quickly as you want, because I don't deserve to cum on your massive cock.

C/W: Cuckquean, Rimming, Piss

I’d love to wake you up on your birthday with a sweet kiss and a cute necklace. One you’d been eyeing up for months, leaving not so subtle hints for me to get you one. I’d love to feed you and brush your hair, telling you that you’ve got a surprise downstairs. And then, dressed in your nightgown, I’d lead you down to our kitchen and watch the dreamy smile leave your face.

Your prettiest friend standing in her lingerie on your birthday. And I’d leave your side to slip my arms around her waist, pulling her in for a deep kiss. You’d stand there in your kitchen on your birthday while another woman takes your husband. We’d break our kiss eventually, and with my hand still wrapped around her, I’d tell you to give her your necklace. You’d stand there stunned. I’d repeat myself. In a daze, you’d take it off and with shaky, trembling hands, you’d attach it to your friend. With a consoling smile, I’d point to your birthday cake on the table.

I’d ask you if you’d want a slice. You’d stay silent, fighting back tears as you look at your… no, her necklace now. I’d ask you again. You’d nod slightly. At least you’d get something. At least you’d get some cak—

You’d watch me cut up the smallest, tiniest slice of cake, gingerly picking it up, waving it at your face before ‘accidentally’ dropping it. With all the faux sympathy in the world, I’d apologise for dropping your portion of the cake. The birthday cake. You’d look down at the piece of crumbled cake, before you see me pulling my cock out in the corner of your eye. Trickles of piss and then a full stream of it splattering across the kitchen floor. Across your cake. Drenched in piss. Your eyes would dart back at the large cake on the table before looking back. You’d dare not look at that. Not your cake anymore.

With a gentle smile, I’d have you kneel down on the piss-covered floor and suck my cock clean. Up and down, up and down as your tongue darts across the tip of my cock, hoping to find some semblance of balance there. Some way to escape this. Your birthday. Your cake. Your necklace. Your husband. You’d find your head moving faster and faster as you try to prove yourself to me. Some small part of you hoping I’d throw her out. That you’d be enough. I’d be so fucking stiff in your mouth.

You’d watch your friend casually pick away at your… the cake with her fingers, nibbling away at it while she watches you with an amused grin. And suddenly you’d be pushed to the floor, your hair drenched in piss as you’re made to eat the cake off the floor. Like a dog. Like a filthy bitch. Less than that. Even dogs aren’t made to drink someone’s piss. And you’d be made to slurp up every last drop.

As you pathetically eat your cake, you’d hear the familiar sounds of me grunting and moaning. You’d see her sitting on my lap, legs dangling off, moving up and down. And then you’d realise… you were the one to get my cock hard and she was the one to ride it.

Once you’d finish eating up, your mouth covered with piss stains and cake crumbs, you’d look up at us. My figure holding up your slutty, gorgeous friend up on my cock, our lips joined. My hands all over her. Like I’m trying to touch as much of her as possible. You’d watch me shifting my legs apart. You’d know what to do.

I wouldn’t make you taste my cock as it entered in and out of your friend. I wouldn’t make you gargle my ballsack as your friend drains it. Not on your birthday. No, I’d have you tongue my asshole. I’d have you become a pathetic fucking ass licker on your birthday. Sloppily fucking my ass with your tongue, trying to scrape out any bit of dignity or self-respect and failing miserably. Shit, we could give you a present. Would you like one? Would you like to feel your friend squirting all over my cock and face before you’re made to suck my cum out of her?

I think that’d be the perfect gift for your birthday. I think this would suit you so much better than that necklace. I think she'd be allowed to have the necklace instead.

Don't you?

Omg, this post hits like, all of my favorite buttons in the best way, even that secret little one that doesn't get enough attention. And yes, the necklace absolutely suits her better. Thank you so so so so much!

C/W: Degradation, Piss, Rimming, Anal

It'd be pretty hot having an older woman at my beck and call. Telling her that I need to cum but that I can't bothered to chat up and flirt with an actual woman. You know, like one with some self-respect.

Texting her a message, telling her that my door's unlocked and that I'll be in the living room. She'd walk in on a TV screen playing gross, filthy porn, finding me laid back on my couch, jerking off to the sight. Without moving my eyes away from the screen, without even a word of greeting, I'd pat at the spot next to me, still jerking off. God, I'd fucking grope her fat, MILF tits as I jerk off. Roughly fondling and pinching them as she struggles to get her tight top off. Fuck, it'd be hot if she got dressed up all pretty and dolled up just for me to ignore it all.

I'd spend a while burying my cock between her tits. Fucking her tits while I stare at the TV, pretending I'm fucking that pornstar's tits and not hers. Panting heavily as she tries her best to make me cum with her heavy tits. Trying her fucking best for a morsel of attention just to get ignored.

Eventually, I'd roll her over to the side, unceremoniously sliding my cock into her tight, worn asshole. Hard, slow thrusts, like I don't care about anything other than my own pleasure. Actions are so much louder than words and I'd want her to feel the complete disrespect and disregard that I hold her in. Sliding out of her broken, worthless asshole and sliding it into her wet, older cunt before cumming. Except moments later, wordlessly pissing in that same hole. Washing down hot cum with warm piss as my eyes finally begin to flicker between the busty whores onscreen and her gaped, abused asshole.

After that, I'd give her ass a sharp, hard spank and send her off to fetch me a beer. I'd spend the next few hours with her tongue buried in my asshole, tongue fucking it. I'd suffocate the bitch with my ass, dragging her closer by her hair. Feeling her tongue flicker up and down against my ass. Alternating between that and choking on my balls, dragging them across her face, and slapping her with my cock. The same cock she'd find herself choking on. Gargling. Deepthroating, even with a red face and pulsing veins. Choked for air. Choked on my cock.

And then I'd be ready to masturbate again. I'd try out each of her holes, alternating between them all. My cock milked with all those different sensations. Not caring if she's being made to taste her asshole right off my cock. Or if her cunt drool's lubing up my cock for her asshole. Just trying out her body like some cheap sex toy.

Finally cumming in her asshole before dragging her lips over to my mouth and being made to deepthroat it as I piss in it. Turning her mouth into my little urinal as makeup runs down with sweat, cum, and piss. I'd add my spit to the mix. And letting her worship me with her greedy tongue and fat tits until I'm bored. Running her tongue down my asshole, her throat wrapped around my cock, her tits enveloping my pulsing dick as she tries her best to please me.

"Fuck... she's barely hiding her tits, babe" I'd groan as I stare at some busty slut on Tinder, scrolling past her bio straight to her pictures. My cock stiff, aching, and so fucking wet in your mouth.

"Do you think she needs a cock sliding between them? Yeah? My cock? Look at her tits, sweetie. Imagine what they'd look like all oiled up with your boyfriend's dick pulsing between them. Jesus."

"Oh fuck... look at this one's ass. God, that bikini hides nothing. She knows exactly what she's doing. She knew a man like me would see that photo and think of nothing but driving his cock into that ass. Would you like to see that? My cock pounding her ass, my balls slapping against her taint? The gross sounds her holes would make as my cock pumps in and out of her?"

Showing you how I'd fuck her ass as I grip your head and fuck your throat. Like some feral, unintelligble animal having his way with a weaker, more vulnerable piece of fuckmeat as I jerk off in your mouth. Until I stop abruptly and pick my phone back up.

"Woah... look at her face. Look at how pretty she is. Here... Let me just compare the two of you. Aww... well, she's definitely far prettier than you. Fuller lips, a nicer nose, and her eyes... fuck. I could cum just looking at her eyes. And... you're choking on my cock which makes you look so much more pathetic."

"Aww, are you upset? Don't be. You're still my favourite. You know that, right? It doesn't matter how many women I fuck, I'll always come home to you in the end. So after come back from my dates with these gorgeous women, what are you going to do?"