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Last train. The bass from the party still thumps dimly in your ears as you stand on the near deserted platform. It's late, much later than you intended, and the chill night air prickles against your skin, a stark contrast to the sweaty crush of bodies you just left. Your ride ditched you, and now, this train is your only option.
You check the schedule again on your phone, screen glaringly bright in the dim station. Yep, the last one. The one the old station attendant just warned you about.
"You sure about this one, miss?" he'd asked, polishing the already gleaming ticket counter. "Got a bit of a... reputation, that last train. Folks say strange things happen on it." He lowered his voice. "Especially for a lone women. Heard whispers... probably just talk, mind you, but..."
You'd waved him off with a smile, buying your ticket. "It's my only way home. Besides," you added, a spark of something reckless igniting within you, "Iâm sure I can handle it."
He just shook his head, muttering about foolish youth. But he didn't know the half of it. You had heard the rumors. Vague, dark whispers online, late night forum threads, stories dismissed as urban legends. A train where rules didn't apply, where inhibitions vanished, where... things happened. Things you usually only read about in the anonymous corners of the internet.
Most days, you'd dismiss it too. But tonight... tonight was different. The party, the drinks, the lingering buzz of adrenaline â it all combined into a heady cocktail of boredom and curiosity. A dangerous little voice in the back of your mind whispered, what if it's true?
The distant rumble grows louder, headlights cutting through the darkness. The train slides into the station, brakes hissing. It looks ordinary enough, maybe a bit older, a bit more worn than the usual commuter carriages. The doors slide open with a pneumatic sigh.
You hesitate for only a second. This is it. The point of no return. Turn back, call an expensive cab, wait an hour in the cold? Or step aboard?
A thrill, sharp and illicit, courses through you. You want to know. You want to see if the rumors hold a grain of truth. With a deep breath, you step over the threshold.
The doors hiss shut behind you, the sound unnervingly final. The carriage isn't empty. Far from it. But as your eyes adjust to the low, flickering light, you notice it. Only men. Seated, standing, leaning against the poles â a dozen or so, maybe more. And they're all looking at you.
No one speaks. The air is thick with unspoken tension. It's not overtly threatening, not yet, but it's undeniably... predatory. Eyes trace the lines of your body, lingering. You feel stripped bare, even fully clothed. Your heart hammers against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the rhythmic clatter of the train wheels on the tracks.
You expected something, but the reality of being the sole woman, the focus of so many intense, male gazes, is overwhelming. You grip the cold metal pole near the door. You told yourself you wanted this, wanted to tempt fate. Well, here it is.
âââ
The silence stretches, broken only by the steady clack-clack-clack of the wheels on the tracks. Itâs a hypnotic metronome, pulling you deeper into the strange reality of this carriage. Their eyes are still on you, a collective weight you can feel pressing against your skin. Thereâs no conversation, no pretense of normalcy. Itâs raw, stripped down to the base awareness of male and female, predator and⌠well, youâre not entirely sure youâre prey. Not when you walked into this willingly, a dangerous curiosity burning brighter than any fear.
Your breath hitches as one man detaches himself from the group near the connecting door. Heâs tall, dressed in dark clothes, his expression unreadable in the dim light. He doesnât hurry, his deliberate steps echoing slightly in the tense quiet. He stops a few feet away, simply watching you. Waiting.
You meet his gaze, heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. This is it. The moment the fantasy becomes real. You chose this. You wanted to know what happened on the midnight train. You lick your lips, a nervous gesture that feels amplified, almost performative, in this charged space.
His eyes track the movement, a flicker of something dark â hunger â crossing his features. He takes another step, closing the distance. He reaches out, not fast, not threateningly, but with undeniable intent. His fingers brush against the side of your neck, tracing the line of your jaw. You don't pull away. You canât. You won't. This is the price of admission.
His thumb sweeps across your lower lip, and you gasp softly. The sound seems deafening. Another man moves closer then, from your other side. You feel the heat of his body before he even touches you. A hand settles on your waist, firm and possessive. Your breath stops in your throat. Itâs happening.
Slowly, inevitably, others begin to close in. Not rushing, but surrounding you, a tightening circle of male presence. Hands ghost over your arms, your back, your hips. Each touch stripping away layers of inhibition you didn't even realize you still possessed. The air grows thick with the scent of cologne and sweat.
Someone tugs gently at the hem of your top, fingers brushing against the bare skin of your stomach. You shiver, arching slightly into the touch. Another hand slides into your hair, tilting your head back. You find yourself looking up into a pair of intense, dark eyes. He doesn't speak, just searches your face, as if gauging your reaction. He sees the flush rising on your cheeks, the slight parting of your lips, the way your breathing has quickened.
A low murmur ripples through the men, a collective understanding passing between them. The energy shifts, sharpens. The initial tension breaks, replaced by a palpable wave of lust. His mouth descends towards yours. Just before contact, you hear the train horn blow, long and low, a mournful sound swallowed by the night. But the train doesn't slow. It barrels onward, faster now, it seems, deeper into the darkness.
His kiss is demanding. Itâs not gentle, not tentative. Itâs a claim. And you meet it with equal force. The fear is melting away, consumed by a burgeoning heat pooling low in your belly. This is overwhelming, terrifying, and utterly, intoxicatingly exciting.
More hands are on you now, bolder, more intimate. Sliding under your clothes, exploring curves, eliciting gasps and moans that you barely recognize as your own. You feel yourself being pressed back against the cool metal wall of the carriage, the vibrations of the train mingling with the tremors caused by exploring fingers.
Eyes closed, you give yourself over to the sensations. The scrape of stubble against your cheek, the heat of breath on your neck, the surprising tenderness of one hand cupping your face while another explores more boldly. It's a dizzying kaleidoscope of touch and pressure. You're surrounded, engulfed, the center of a vortex of attention you secretly craved.
Someone lifts you effortlessly, setting you onto one of the worn vinyl seats. Clothes are being pushed aside, buttons undone, zippers lowered. Your own hands become bolder, reaching out, touching firm chests, strong arms. You're no longer just receiving; you're participating, driven by a desperate, rising need. The warnings, the rumors â they didn't prepare you for the sheer intensity of this, the complete surrender of control, the raw, primal energy filling the carriage.
The clatter of the train is the only constant, a driving beat beneath the sounds of heavy breathing, rustling clothes, and your own increasingly vocal pleasure. There's no turning back. The train speeds on, taking you further and further into the night, and deeper into the fantasy you dared to chase.
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Things are getting rougher now, teeth clashing, tongues demanding entry. Itâs a raw claiming, and you meet it head on, a groan vibrating in your chest. Hands are tangled in your hair, holding you steady as another manâs mouth finds the sensitive curve of your neck, sucking a mark onto your skin that you know will bloom dark tomorrow â a souvenir. You gasp, arching into the dual assault on your senses.
Your top is gone now, pulled away impatiently, followed swiftly by your bra. Cool air hits your bare skin for only a moment before warm hands cup your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples with exquisite pressure. You cry out, the sound swallowed immediately by a kiss. Fingers pinch and pull, sending bolts of pure pleasure straight down to your core, where a frantic heat is building, demanding attention.
You feel hands at the waistband of your jeans, the button popping open, the zipper sliding down with agonizing slowness. Rough denim scrapes against your thighs as theyâre pushed down your legs, taking your panties with them. Kicks send them somewhere into the dimly lit carriage. Youâre completely exposed now, laid bare on the worn seat, the slightly sticky vinyl presssing against your back.
A hand slides between your legs, fingers finding you slick and ready. You gasp, hips bucking instinctively off the seat. He groans, a low, appreciative sound, as his fingers dip inside you, stretching you, learning your shape. Another man kneels on the floor before you, his face buried between your thighs. His tongue flicks out, tasting you, tracing patterns that make you writhe. The combination is electric â both invasion and worship all at once.
You reach out blindly, hands finding hard muscle, belt buckles, the straining fabric of trousers. You want to touch them, feel them, return some measure of this overwhelming sensory input. Your fingers fumble with a button fly, freeing hot, hard flesh. The man whose cock you now hold groans your name, or maybe itâs just a guttural sound of need, pushing himself into your hand.
The man kissing you pulls back slightly, lips swollen, eyes dark with feral hunger. He looks down at the other man pleasuring you with his mouth, then back to your face, a possessive glint in his eyes. More hands are on you, stroking your legs, your stomach, your arms. You feel utterly consumed, adrift on a sea of sensation. Every nerve ending is on fire, overloaded.
The man kneeling before you increases his tempo, his tongue relentless, driving you higher and higher. Your moans become louder, less inhibited. You hear the rustle of more clothing, the low murmurs of the men watching, waiting. The air is thick with the scent of arousal, yours and theirs.
Just as you feel the first ripples of climax building from the insistent pressure between your legs, the man above you positions himself. You feel the blunt head of his cock press against your entrance, nudging past the fingers still buried inside you. He pauses, letting you feel his size, his heat. You meet his gaze, a silent question asked and answered. You nod, almost imperceptibly, lifting your hips to meet him.
He thrusts forward, filling you completely. A sharp cry escapes you, a mixture of pain and overwhelming pleasure. Heâs thick, stretching you wide. He stays still for a moment, buried deep inside, letting you adjust, letting the men surrounding you watch. The man at your thighs hasnât stopped, his tongue now working in rhythm with the pulsing pressure inside you.
Then, the first man begins to move. Slow, deep thrusts that rock your whole body. The rhythmic clack-clack-clack of the train wheels re-emerges, a primal beat driving you both. Another man takes one of your hands, bringing your fingers to his mouth, sucking on them gently. Someone else strokes your hair back from your sweat-damp forehead.
Itâs too much, yet not nearly enough. Every touch, every thrust, every lick sends shockwaves through you. The climax that was building before surges back, stronger this time, fueled by the friction inside and the relentless attention above and below. Your vision blurs. The faces around you become indistinct shapes in the flickering light. All that exists is the pounding within you, the slick slide of flesh on flesh, the hot mouths, the grasping hands, and the relentless, driving motion of the train carrying you deeper into the debauchery you craved.
You cry out again as the orgasm hits, intense and shattering, arching your back off the seat, your body convulsing around the man buried deep inside you. But it's far from over. Even as the waves of pleasure begin to recede, you feel him continue to thrust, and you see another man positioning himself, ready to take his place, or maybe even join him. The train shows no signs of stopping. And neither do they.
thereâs more than enough room for the human that wandered so willingly into your nest of coils. itâs only suspended on two little feet, so itâs easy to wrap around an ankle and yank it in.
it falls easy too, waving its stiff little limbs and making a funny yelping sound. it never touches the ground â you encoil it securely, a few thick limbs wrapped around its middle and a few more under its back for support, and gently pull it in for a closer feel.
itâs a little difficult when the thing is so wiggly, so you tighten down on it and reach with a few thinner, more flexible tendrils.
itâs warm, is the first thing you notice. everywhere you touch is hot, even over the â itâs got some kind of loose, soft, outer⌠shell? you can get a tendril under it, and itâs unbroken flesh on the inside just like the outer parts. oh, that makes it extra wiggly. itâs making a lot of noise.
you feel around for where the noise is coming from. you can feel it vibrating against you where youâre wrapped around its chest, and even more in the tendril coiling around its throat. itâs got some holes in the head, if you keep following the vibrations up⌠there, thatâs probably it. you slip a tendril in to muffle the sound.
oh, itâs wet. that feels very nice. itâs pushing at you with a hot, wet little organ â does it have a tentacle of its own? you feel it out with your suckers, wrapping around it and sucking at it. itâs smooth⌠itâs not very big. it is cute, though. how far back does this hole go?
itâsâ itâs squeezing its hole around your tendril as you reach farther in. that feelsâ that feels very nice. youâre getting distracted.
the outer part of it opens up, you discover. a sucker plucks at a hard little piece and it makes the whole layer peel away. it doesnât seem to hurt the human, and its skin is still whole underneath, tasting briny and covered in fine hairs. you make short work of the rest of it, plucking and peeling and tearing until you get it exposed.
the more tendrils you get around the thing, the less it struggles in your grip, going limp and pliant. you get a few more suckers down the hole youâre exploring, and it swallows and sucks around you. the noises itâs making have changed, & they vibrate pleasantly around your suckers.
it probably has other holes that can do that, if you just look for them.
there are a couple more holes in the head, you feel out, but none of them as wet and open and eager as the first one.
it gets squirmy again when you feel a thick tentacle in between the two limbs on its bottom half, the ones it was standing on. that has potential, certainly.
while youâre working the shell open on its lower half, you send a thin little tendril coiling up the other limbs. at the very end of them, it has some wavy, stubby feelers of its own. jointed and articulated like little crab legs.
underneath the lower shell, the thing has a thick thatch of hair, like the one on top of its head. itâs an interesting texture, somehow coarse and soft at the same time. you havenât felt a lot of hair before â itâs nice. itâs even warmer than the skin. you experimentally wrap and tug on a bit of it, and the human jerks hard in your grip. you tighten down on it again so it canât hurt itself.
oh, but some of the hair is damp, tucked up between the limbs. thatâs very promising. you wriggle in a little further.
the jointed little feelers clamp down hard on the tendril weaving between them. it likes that, you think. you plant a sucker in between the feelers and give it a little nip. no holes there, though.
but pulling the two limbs wide apart â so exposed, really, hardly any protection at all â you find a place thatâs hot and slick and soft and open, that makes the thing shake and thrash in your grip.
oh, oh, thatâs â itâs even easier to slip into than the first hole. especially when it arches like that, it gives you the perfect angle to reach inside. it practically pulls you in, soâ so needy and so eager. it feels like you belong there.
as youâre shoving a few more tentacles under its lower shell, a few suckers brush past a stiff little nub tucked into the thatch of hair, and the thing shudders in your grip â howling around the tendril working deeper down its throat, clenching hard around the one stuffed up the softer hole.
it makes it a little tighter to work a few more up into it, but the squeeze feels so good â each time you think youâve got it full to ripping, you hook the tip of just one more in alongside the rest and the thing stretches to let you wriggle in.
all of a sudden, as youâre enjoying sucking and coiling around the stiff, short little tentacle, the human screams and convulses in the tangle of limbs youâve buried it in. it flutters and spasms around all the tendrils youâve got in it, and just as abruptly goes limp.
itâ has it hurt itself? your suckers can feel its fluids pounding beneath its warm skin, and itâs still sucking air down the two holes you couldnât get to open for you.
itâs gone lax again, though, so you take the opportunity to slip a second tentacle in past its beak.
I have been day dreaming about masturbating in the woods and being found by a big werewolf who pins me down and eats me out till I cum before promptly fucking my tight needy cunt, making me orgasm again and again until he finally knots me and fills me and lays down on top of me so he's buried inside me entirely and I'm left sensitive and squirming on his knot while he strokes my hair and occasionally humps into me to keep us both stimulated, using my sensitivity to build up a slower orgasm because he can tell I'm getting off hard on being under him and trapped and used. Finally he lets out a howl and another one appears, and he flips us both so the new werewolf can tease my ass and get me ready before fucking my hard, taking advantage of the fact I'm trapped on a knot and making sure I grind on it with Every Thrust. I lose track of my orgasms, in total bliss because of the werewolves pounding into me.
I want a girl to sit me in her lap during a live stream and force my legs apart to show her audience my pussy. "Look at its needy cunt!" she'd say, spreading my pussy with her fingers, "all dripping and soft, so ready for a nice big cock to breed it," she'd grab one of her toys and show off how long and thick it is before forcing it all the way in with one firm thrust that makes me cry out and almost fall off her lap. She holds me firm and tells her audience, "this slutty thing gets off on anything, I bet it would love letting all of you use it," she fucks me roughly with the dildo, pulling it nearly out before thrusting it ba k in as hard deep as she can, "it likes getting its holes filled and it likes being groped and humiliated. It would be the perfect toy if it stopped trying to think for itself."
She takes her time after that, meticulously showing me off, encouraging her fans to get off to my humiliation, showing off each hole so they can all imagine using me in every possible way. When she gets bored making me use toys, she makes me get on my knees on the floor and show her how much I love her cock for the audience
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shock collar? nonono. that's wonderful and all, but what about a pleasure collar? every time you even think of resisting or getting away, you get flooded with so much arousal that your brain blanks out and you forget everything else. what were you doing again? oh right, obeying, of course. because obedience is pleasure, and pleasure is obedience. that's all that matters~
Thinkin about being tied up and left alone with a vibrator in me and a phone by my so they can listen to my screams and moans as I orgasm over and over again as they go run errands . And they donât come back until after the line is dead cause Iâve lost consciousnesses and then once theyâre back they proceed to fuck me over and over and over again
Your horse cock fantasies are super hot. Any chance you have more of them? Iâve always enjoyed the touch and feel of a massive horse dildo in all my holes, and the idea of being absolutely bred by one of them just gets me going so muchâŚ
I have a handful in my drafts of more involved stuff I may clean up and post later, but a few horny morning thoughts:
~ consensual somno/drugging, waking up all sleepy and groggy to find yourself.feeling weirdly full, only to squirm a bit and realize you've been hilted with a horse cock, and looking down to see your belly bulging with the huge insertion while someone thrusts away into you happily.
~ triple pen with horse cocks...throat, ass and cunt ALL full of thick shaft
~ struggling to fit even just the head of a horse strap into your mouth while your owner watches, and having them (gently, but firmly) pin you in place and slowly force it to fit down your throat
~ being tied down over a mounting block, hooded up, ears muffled, blindfolded, gagged, and having a big trussed up pony pet come and mount and breed me. They don't finish and stop, they just keep fucking me, hard and fast, maybe their handler is nearby periodically pumping me full of seed via the toy's cumtube, and refilling it so it's just *buckets* worth of cum getting plowed into my guts. Spilling out around the cock every time the pony thrusts, hot and slick and making me all wobbly when I realize there's not just a bulge every time that cock is fully hilted in me, but because of the sheer volume of cum in my guts.
~ maybe no penetration for my cunt yet, but I can feel the spilled cum dripping down over my hole, too, clit throbbing and desperate for stimulation. Maybe they give me a few little light whaps with a riding crop, or their hand, gently smacking my clit and watching me jerk and jolt even though I'm just moving back into the huge cock buried in me. Eventually they might massage my clit a little, give it just a bit if attention, or go full overstimulation and tape a vibe egg to it, or shove a lush into me, or even just a good old fashioned magic wand set up in a stand to blast my cunt with vibes for the rest of the night until I'm begging for rest.
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Thinking about being an emotional support bunnygirl, eager to help and free to fuck.
Waiting in my assigned space for someone that needs my services, strapped into a partition with my upper body propped up on one side and my lower body exposed on the other. My feet probably donât even touch the ground, my body elevated for ease of access. Feeling big hands grip my plush hips, the blunt and weeping head of a cock pressing against my previously prepped fold before pushing in. The loud, wet smacking of their thrusts and the hot gush of cum emptied into my cunt. Iâm thanked then wiped down, left for the next person in need of my services. Sometimes Iâm used from both ends, a hot cunt pressed to my face while Iâm fucked and fingered from behind. Everyone leaves happy at the end of the day, myself included <3
Thinking about working at a werewolf enrichment centerâŚ.
Me and a bunch of other subs in our birthday suit uniforms gathering on a plush platform, kissing and working each other up so our scents waft through the air. Itâs a spacious few acres and we start in a new location every night, so itâs up to the wolves to track us down by the scent of our arousal and the sound of our lewd moans. It only takes a few minutes until the first one appears, fat cock peeking from itâs sheath and mouth drooling at the sight and scent of us.
A few subs break away, darting into the brush knowing more are to come. Theyâll wander the acres, dripping all the way, a faux attempt to flee from dozens of horny werewolves. Many stay lounged amongst the soft padding, spread and dripping, ripe for the taking of any that arrive. The first were bolts off into the dusk, nose honed on the scent trail of a particular sub. The rest do not fret. We resume our kissing and cooing, getting nice and prepped for the fat knots weâll all be hanging off of before the night is done.
Bunnygirl witches assistant/familiar sent to gather ingredients like salamander toes and mushroom spots, only to reach the bottom of the list and read âseed of werewolfâ. Sheâs never heard of that plant before, but assumes if anyone would know of itâs location itâd be its namesake, so she travels down to the local werewolf den to ask.
âItâs a very important ingredient for the recipe, my mistress needs lots of it!â Sheâd say to them after explaining her task. The weres exchange looks, cock heads poking from their sheathes at the oblivious treat in front of them.
Sheâs confused but loving the way her pussy is suddenly filled with cock, and she jerks off and suckles the remaining group with delight. Theyâre all eager to get in on the action, eventually maneuvering her so all her holes can be filled as the biggest werewolf bottoms out in her anus. One by one their knots all pop and the bunnygirl is painted white and filled to the brim with the last ingredient she needed.
âThere you are, girl,â one pants, spurting into her cunt. âYour seed of werewolf.â
They help her on her way after their knots all go down, watching with glee as she wobbles back to her witch. Sheâd be back soon enough for another load of seed.
Ummm stuckage fantasy/writing thing because Iâm in a mood đ§cw for dubcon, petplay, and an undernegotiated creampie
âHello??â I call out when I hear the front door click. I can tell from the sound of them kicking off their shoes that itâs one of my roommates coming home, and I heave a sigh of relief. If a random maintenance person found me in this position Iâd actually combust, though one of them finding me like this isnât preferable either⌠regardless, I keep calling out and can hear them as they pause in the doorway and take in the sight of me.
I babble nervously at the silence. âWell! Uh! You were all out today so I figured Iâd do some cleaning, and I realized Iâd never cleaned behind this arm chair so it must be dingy back here, but um. Ikindofcantgetbackoutnow,â I finish with a rush. I didnât even get to most of the place before I got the idea, which is the cherry on top of this whole thing.
It was an artsy kind of armchair in the corner of a room, both comfortable and pretty, and it had a distinctive arch of a gap between the back and the seat. The gap seemed big enough, and I didnât want to risk scratching the floor + it was awfully heavy, so I just bent over and shimmied in. My tummy rested comfortably enough on the seat of the chair and I was able to lean forward to dust the baseboards and whatnot, but then quickly realized I was unable to get my chest and arms back out the way they came. I struggled for a good while attempting to plant my feet and pull out, but I couldnât get the traction from how I was bent.
Iâm sure my roommate could surmise as much from the sight of me, but that didnât stop me from rambling.
â-een maybe an hour or so but itâs okay because the chair is comfy but Iâm getting a little tired of holding myself up on this end, so if it wouldnât be too much of a bother could you maybe help me out? Please?â I doubted theyâd just leave me hanging, but the total silence, not even laughter at my expense, was a little anxiety inducing. Before I could call out again to confirm their presence, I hear their muffled footsteps tread towards me.
âQuite the situation youâve found yourself in here, cotton-tail.â
I flush at the nickname. Your rabbit tail inspired butt-plug gets intercepted once and you gain an embarrassing and mildly arousing nickname for life. I grumble something before trying in vain to pull myself out yet again, huffing in defeat when Iâm unable to. âListen- you can make fun of me all you want when Iâm out of this thing, but can you please help?â I plead.
I hear them chuckle at the attempt. âAlright then. What do you want me to do?â Hm. Thatâs a good point.
âUm. Maybe grab my hips or something? I havenât been able to pull myself very well so maybe thatâd do it.â
âWell, if you insist,â they say, before doing exactly as I asked, which is unfortunate on my part. I let out a small noise as their warm hands dig into the meat of my waist, thumbs pressing into my back, that had been exposed from my shirt riding up, in what resembles a more⌠intimate scene.
âOh! AhâŚâ I jolt back in shock only to be met by their crotch against my ass, and let out another stupid noise. Get it together! âSorry, sorry, you just startled me, haha.â Not haha. Not haha. Nothing funny about the fact Iâm getting wet as my roommate tries to pull me out of the chair I got stuck in. They still say nothing, and I chalk the feeling of their thumbs soothing up and down my back to my imagination.
âO-ok thank you, ah, I guess you can pull now?â They immediately do as I ask, pulling me by the hips back on to their crotch. I scramble against the chair at the sensation. I let out a gasp and they release me, my waist thudding back on to the seat. âNo!â I fluster. âNot like that!â
Their hands shift lower down my back, fingers wedging into the crease of my thigh. âHm? Why not? I just did what you asked me to.â
I donât even want to know how red my face is right now, and Iâm grateful they canât see it either. âYou did, butâŚâ
âBut?â
âYâknow! If felt⌠naughty,â I whimper.
I hear them scoff lightheartedly from behind me. âWhatâs, ânaughtyâ is you being bent over in these skimpy little shorts, shaking your ass and begging your roommate to fish you out,â they counter.
My head reels. âThatâs not fair,â I protest, still trying to escape from the chair.
âSeems pretty fair to me. In fact, itâs awfully unfair of you to expect me to help you without anything in return.â
What?? Unfair of me? Iâm just asking for some help- Iâm getting flustered and frantic, and the innuendo nearly goes over my head before my neurons connect and I catch it. âYou want to⌠now?? While Iâm stuck in a chair??â
Their hands smooth over my back and ass onto my thighs, thumbs pushing up the backs of my shorts. âWhy not? Iâve been wanting to fuck this bunnycunt for months and I walk in today to you wagging it in the air, completely helpless? Besides, youâre even cuter when youâre stuck.â
My brain cells mustâve melted off because I canât even muster sentences with the heat between my thighs. âYou.. I donât.. I mean, not now.. I donât-â
They chuckle. âCâmon now, you canât even pretend you donât want it now with how wet you are.â They shove a thumb under my shorts and over the crotch of my panties, confirming their claim. Iâm making dumb little noises again, totally turned on and utterly cornered. âI think Iâll be able to pull you out nice and easy once youâve been fucked limp, donât you think? Youâre far to wound up right now to squeeze out.â
âPleaseeee,â I warble, rutting uselessly against the seat of the chair.
âPlease what? Use your words.â
Jesus Christ. âPlease, please, fuck me,â I beg wetly, desperate tears welling in my eyes.
Iâm rewarded by them hoisting me by the hips up so my knees are now on the seat and my ass elevated in the air, and the feeling of their clothed bulge grinding against my cunt. I audibly moan at the sensation, totally unrestrained now that their intentions are clear. That, and the fact Iâm too turned on to think.
âFuckkk,â they groan. âBeen wanting to do this forever; been dying to see this pretty pussy.â They yank down both my shorts and underwear, wet strands still connecting them to my sopping cunt. âJesus, baby, you this desperate to be fucked?â
I gasp at the sudden cold air against the heat of my cunt. âNot my fault,â I yelp as they thumb my cheeks apart to get a better look.
âOf course, sweet thing, I guess I should take a little responsibility, yeah?â They pull back slightly and the sound of pants unbuckling can be heard before the unmistakeable sensation of a hard cock hitting my ass registers in my mind. They grab on to my hips again and begin slowly rocking against me and slicking themselves up, and I whimper pathetically. They shush me before maneuvering my thighs together so they can fuck them, moaning as they slip in and out of them. I whine because I want nothing more than to what theyâre doing to me, and am met with a smack to my ass.
âI said, shush,â they scold, and I brace a hand over my mouth. âSuch a loud little pet, we better get you out so we can get that mouth busy, yeah?â
Iâm slow to register their words, and before I can react the blunt head of their cock is nudging against my entrance. A muffled, weak ânoooooâ escapes me, but not before they pop in. Iâm plenty wet but the stretch burns nonetheless, and they gently soothe their hands over my trembling thighs.
âOhhh fuck, good pet- good pet- so tight for me,â they grit out between their teeth as Iâm speared open. Iâm gasping and trembling at the stretch, and let out a weak lilâ moan when they sheath themselves in me fully. They stay like that for a second, letting my adjust and taking in the sight, before adjusting their grip. âMmm, what was it you wanted me to do? Pull?â They mock, before pulling out and slamming me back down on their cock. I moan loudly, hands scrambling for purchase and finding none as Iâm fucked roughly from behind.
âGood bunny, good bunny, bouncing on my- fuck- cock.â I keen at the praise, weakly attempting to move on my own but finding myself unable to go against their grip. My cunt is being used like a hole and Iâm loving it. One hand reaches around to rub my clit, and I pop like a firecracker.
âOh god! Fuck, hah,, nghh,â I babble as my orgasm rushes over me, blood roaring in my ears and the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room. More praise meets my ears as I squeeze, vice tight, around their cock, but I can barley register anything. I only process words once the thrusting has stopped, and I blink blearily.
â-etheart, sweetheart, youâre on birth control right? Thatâs what I see you taking in the morning?â
I pant for a second before responding, ây-yes?â
They groan in relief before continuing to pound me, the chair creaking against the ground at the motion. âOh fuck,, going to fill you up so good, pump this bunnycunt full of cum-â
I spasm at the promise, overstimulated at the repeated pressure on my clit from their fingers and smacking of their fat balls as they thrust in to me.
âPlease please please please fill be up oh god please please,â I beg, wanting nothing more than a hot load in my cunt and to be pulled out of this chair. Im not even humored with a response before I hear them groaning behind me and feel them curling over my back, thrusts speeding up in intervals and groin pressed firm against my ass as I feel them spurt inside me. We both gasp and moan as it happens, and they stay pressed inside me for what feels like forever as they unload a fat load inside me.
Eventually they do stop, and I wince as they pull out of me, feeling very sticky and full. Iâm limp and panting, blood rushing to my head from how Iâm letting it hang, too weak to keep my torso up anymore. I know Iâm being shushed and soothed, but I can only groan weakly as they maneuver me out of the hole, true to their word in âfucking me limpâ. I blink and theyâre sitting on the stair I was stuck in, me hoisted onto their lap with my chest against theirs. I bury my face into their shoulder, sighing grateful as a hand brushes over my hair and down my back. I know Iâll have to clean up the mess I made when I wake, but for now I doze off in their arms.
Monsterfucking⌠but⌠wet⌠cw: cnc/dubcon and breeding/impreg
Wet like underwater because Iâm thinking about mermaids. Also thinking about being a mermaid too. I think Iâd be a cute little spotted seal mer, all soft and chubby and warm.
Little do I know a shark mer is stalking me, and she pins me down against a rock the next time I dive underwater. I beg her not to eat me, squealing and shaking with fear, but she thinks Iâm far too cute for that. She ruts her crotch against mine, and her slit parts to reveal her squirming, tapered cock. I start getting slick despite myself, my own slit parting invitingly. She kisses me and itâs all teeth, me gasping and moaning in to her sharp mouth. Her clawed fingers delve into my cunt, and the water grows murky as she fingers me. She pulls out, but not a breath later the tip of her cock lines itself up and sheâs thrusting in, and weâre groin to groin as she splits me open. My arms are pinned to my side as she brutally fucks me, nipping at my neck, chin, and chest and leaving bite marks. She murmurs that Iâll look so good full of her pups and I moan as she empties a fat load directly into my womb, knowing sheâs right. She stays flush against me, not letting any of her precious seed spill out, and laves her tongue over the stinging marks on my body. She swears sheâll take such good care of me, and she does.
Iâm well fed and cared for as my stomach swells with her litter, protected from other mers and threats by her gnashing teeth. She keeps me full of her cum as well (for as long as itâs safe to do so) and covered in her bite marks, showing everyone Iâm hers <3
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Bunnygirl that ends up in the barn full of cowgirls and is passed between them to milk their chests and lick at their cunts, getting picked up and fingered herself. They coo and moo over how cute she is, stroking her ears and pulling her cotton tail. One cowgirl lays her down to sit on her face, the bunnygirlâs tail wagging so hard itâs kicking up hay as sheâs nearly suffocated. By the end of it sheâs soaked with slick, her own and the cows, and deliriously horny.
Sheâs touched so softly and positioned so gently that she doesnât even hear the heavy footsteps of the barnâs bull coming up behind her presenting body, simply relishing in the touch. She blinks blearily at the contrast of soft hands to the calloused ones of the bull on her hips, and whines into the cunt of the cowgirl in front of her as he takes his fat cock and presses it up against her weeping pussy. With strong hands holding her in place, sheâs speared open on his massive cock, and all the cowgirls soothe her with soft moos and touches. Sheâs spasming from the force of his thrusts and the girth of his dick, cumming again and again on his massive cock. Finally, the bull grunts and releases his load into her womb, her belly bulging from the amount of cum being fucked into her.
Sheâs pulled back onto the bullâs chest as he sits, still connected, him wrapping an arm around her waist to grope her tits and feel the bulge in her belly. All the cowgirls crowd around, kissing and licking at the bull and his large, twitching balls. They praise and pet the bunnygirl, wiping the drool from her mouth and peppering kisses along her face and body. Her tail wags weakly and they can all tell her fucked out expression will soon turn into a sleeping one, and they look forward to playing with their new toy again when she wakes.
I know youâre excited baby, a surprise just for you. But you need to be patient for me ok? Oh donât trip.
Ok
Ready?
Open your eyes
Here it is pet, your new crate. Just for you, so you can have a nice play to go when youâre here thatâs all yours.
See? The mattress is so nice and soft for you, and I put up some pretty lights and soft fabrics in your favorite color. Itâs nice and big too youâll fit easily.
Oh? Those cuffs? And that collar? Thatâs for you silly, I wouldnât want you getting scared and running off somewhere, so you can clip right in and feel nice and safe.
And yes! All of your favorite toys are here, so many things to fill your holes with and make you cum. You like it donât you? Now letâs get you all out to bed for the night.
Collar first. Good pet, now your cuffs, so snuggly huh? Now your gag, a nice small dildo for you to suck on while you sleep. Thatâs right baby open your mouth. Such a good pet for me. Now we can get your ankles clipped to the roof of your cage and And last but not least in goes the fucking machine.
How does that feel in your hole baby, feel nice and full? Let me get you a nice blanket to cuddle with and Iâll turn the machine on for you.
Mmm yeah, that nice slow thrusting feels so good in your hole doesnât it, ok baby, you sleep well for me yeah? Let me get your covers pulled up, and Iâll see you in the morning.
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