rare delights

Open your mouth and let your words fall out.

Open your eyes and let your thoughts fall out.

Open your brain and let your opinions fall out.

Open your legs and let your self-respect fall out.

"Um...great!"

Tricia loved to improve herself. She had a 4.2 GPA, got a master's degree, had a strict workout routine, and ate well. She kept herself up to date on the news, read at least two books a month on topics she felt she should know about, and volunteered for causes.

"Have you been in here in lingerie for a while?"

"A couple hours! I've been watching the nice videos...the ones that tell me how to be a good girlfriend."

It only made sense that she'd apply her pursuit of excellence to her relationship. Peter was a lawyer with a big vocabulary, a beautiful smile, and a big beautiful dick, and Tricia wanted to keep him.

"How do you like the videos? What are you learning?"

"Oh, wow, sir, you're already hard...Can I see it?"

Sure, she could change her workout to sculpt a perfect ass, practice deepthroating on a big dildo, and get sexy outfits. All that was easy. But she wanted to go the extra mile. Men didn't just want skills -- they wanted a horny girl who was desperate for their cock.

"Hey, babe, just a reminder that you did set a boundary about oral sex. I don't want to pressure you."

*tongue running up the massive cock* "Ahn ohn ee ehn-ee ow-n-rees... I don't need any boundaries. I need your precum...OHH fuck why does that taste so good?"

Tricia took her new studies seriously. She tried out simple hypnotic regimes that would make her more submissive, more pliable, and more eager to please. They were really subtle, so she wasn't worried.

"Holy fuck, babe, you're so fucking hot. I'm so hard."

She didn't want to cheat on Mike. She'd always been loyal in previous relationships. But if she was honest with herself, she, um...wasn't anymore.

Danny, the man who had just cum on her face was gone. He was a good friend of Mike's and was hanging out with them at the beach, and while Mike was swimming, Danny had slapped Haley's ass and said "I think I left something in the car. Wanna go get it with me?" Haley had called him a jerk and a pervert, but five minutes later she'd been on her knees with Danny's huge balls in her mouth. "Cum on my face. He has no fucking idea that I love your cum..." That had been too much for Danny, and so he'd done exactly what she wanted.

As Danny's seven inch cock had unloaded its hot delivery onto her eager face and tongue, Haley should have felt guilt, or maybe humiliation. But instead, she felt slightly embarrassed -- and also really pretty. She blushed.

Danny had left immediately, huge cock drained and shrinking inside his trunks. Haley took her time to clean up, then went back out onto the beach where Mike was in one of the chairs.

"Gosh, babe," he said, "you look so fucking hot."

He stood up, came close, and kissed her on the cheek that Danny had just come on minutes earlier. Haley smiled, and walked past him to her chair.

"Where's Danny?" Mike asked. "He left with you, right?"

"I...dunno," Haley said in a faint voice, bending over to get something out of her bag.

"Cool," Mike said. He grabbed her ass gently and said "God, I have the best girlfriend. It's crazy how you don't realize how hot you are."

This had technically been true at one point. At first in their relationship, Haley hadn't loved her appearance. But Mike helped her get in shape and eat healthy, and she'd gotten to a place where she actually felt incredibly hot basically all the time.

As she'd gotten hotter, all her interactions with men had changed. Formerly friendly coworkers now did nothing but ogle her and ask her out for drinks. Men on the street catcalled. Since she posted a lot more, her Instagram was filled with DMs from hot guys and sweet guys and pervy guys who all wanted the same thing from her.

And one day, she'd stopped resisting. It started simple -- saying "You're such a perv, oh my gosh!" instead of ignoring DMs. She responded with a pic when men asked for it, and made sure to give a little cleavage. She told men "I have a boyfriend," but she didn't stop flirting.

Eventually she went out with a few of the polite ones for drinks -- they were just friends, after all -- but these men REALLY liked her and their attention felt SO good and she couldn't help it. She let them kiss her, and let them take her back to their apartments, and she sucked their cocks cause she knew men liked that.

Mike believed literally any story she told him. She could say their names and the fact they were going out for drinks and he wouldn't bat an eye. "Have a good time, babe."

Her pussy was getting filled so much she barely had time for anything else. Men were texting her left and right, and they were respectful and discreet and they had SUCH nice cocks. Some of them were clearly madly in love with her, and she felt bad, but they knew she would never leave Mike. He was her perfect partner. She was just doing all this because...

...because...

"You doing okay?" her boyfriend asked.

"Fine, babe," she answered.

... because she was supposed to. Because making these men happy by taking their big loads was a way she wanted to live her life. Nothing in the world made her feel wanted that way.

As she walked with her boyfriend along the beach, sunglasses covering her eyes, she saw a half dozen men staring. Her eyes were magnetized to each one's cocks in their swim trunks, and she felt a thrumming thirst in her throat.

What was wrong with her? And why did it feel so normal?

"Oh, baby," her boyfriend said, looking back at her. "You've got something on her cheek."

He reached out and wiped a glob of cum she'd missed off her collarbone. In the light of the day, it was completely obvious what it was. There was no denying. He looked at it, then back at her, then wiped the cum on the leg of his shorts.

The curse is simple: every time a man really becomes your friend, you immediately become a desperate horny cock slut around him. Within minutes of receiving the "hey, you're a great friend. Thanks for being so thoughtful and cool" text, your body responds, and you have no choice but to send a video and a message.

"oh my godddd that's so nice, Kyle -- do you wanna come over right now, fuck my mouth and cum all over my tits? I promise I'll swallow."

The boys' responses always humiliate you. Of course, the good guys are the most embarrassing. "Um, were you hacked?" "Wait...what?" But the horny guys aren't much better. "Holy shit, those tits are amazing." "Fuckkkkk." "Omw."

Kyle is in the former camp. "I dunno if that's appropriate. We've only known each other a couple weeks."

In your head you feel elated. Kyle is really nice and kind...and not a misogynist for once! But the witch's curse is bubbling up inside you, soaking your pussy.

"Oh, Kyle, you're such a good boy and it's making me so fucking wetttttt. Now I want to be good for you. Can I see your cock? Please please please..."

He doesn't take long. His dick pic slides into your inbox, girthy, swollen, and dripping precum. Your tongue stays sticking out.

Mr. Trainor is super nice and I'm all settled in at his house. There's technically a guest room I can use but he likes having me in his bed at night so I haven't done that yet. He's spooned me all night every night, and, well, I do get a sense of, uh, scale. 😅

I'll be here for the next six months, doing whatever Mr. Trainor wants. He hasn't told me what he wants from me yet exactly, but I can tell by the way he stares at my body. My plan is to head in there now, show off a little bit, and then sit on his lap. Let me practice:

'Sir, I'm feeling like I haven't done much to serve you yet... I want to do a good job. Can you think of any way I could be useful to you?'

I've heard about girls with really good placements like me who extend for a year and a half. Can you imagine me staying here for more than a year, getting fucked like a slut every single day? I think it'd be SUCH good experience for the real world...

You like watching that flash of genuine annoyance in his eyes when you make fun of him, that sense of competition he gets when you try to call him on his bullshit. His big body tenses up. There's so much kinetic energy in those arms. You want him to use them on you.

When you finally get him to realize the hints you're dropping, his hands on you are heavy. He hesitates, but you put his hand up to your neck and say "Go ahead, big guy." He grabs you and pushes you forward, face-first onto the table.

"Are you mad, daddy?" you ask from beneath him, smiling. "Do you want to punish this bad girl? God, you're so angry."

He gasps for a second. He's a good guy, at heart. But then he sees your crooked smile and realizes what you're doing. "You're being a bad fucking girl," he says, quietly.

You moan in a whining voice. "Oh, daddy... don't punish me...I can't take it..." All the while you're rubbing your ass up against his crotch. "It's so big..."

You moan as he unzips, as he pulls down your jeans, as he lays his hot, fleshy rod on your bouncy ass. You're going to get fucked like a bratty little girl, there's nothing you can do about it... and you're grinning.

"I'm just asking," Andy said. "It feels like girls are supposed to."

"Porn-brained much?" Kaylee asked, raising an eyebrow. "Come on, man."

"So then it's low, right?" he asked. "You haven't sucked cock?"

Kaylee couldn't meet his eyes. "Um..."

"Wow!" Andy said, "So it's one. Or it's more than one..."

Kaylee was blushing. "Hey, shut up, dude."

"You don't want people telling me that Kaylee's a cocksucking slut?"

"No! I don't want you telling people that."

"Then tell me how many. You tell me how many cocks you've actually sucked, and I don't tell."

"Fuck. You're a fucking... you're such a fucking loser!"

Andy shrugged.

Kaylee stood up, paced back and forth.

"All right, fine. It's six."

"Six cocks?" Andy asked.

"Yeah."

"And you made them cum?'

She rolled her eyes. "Five cummed. One was a Mormon and ran away in the middle. That was a shame."

She bit her lip.

Andy's cock was getting really hard just talking about this. "Whoa, so you kinda like it?"

"Is there something wrong with that?"

"We could make it seven... if you wanted."

I feel so fragile, so small, and he's so big.

I'm just a girl. I'm just a girl sitting in a man's lap like good girls should.

He thinks I'm pretty.

They all think I'm pretty.

Did you do it? Good!

It feels so good to enthusiastically say "yes." Isn't it one of the best feelings in the world? Say it again. See?

For your next session of masturbation, your vocabulary is reduced to one word. Now, until you cum, you can only say the word "yes." And you're going to say it a lot.

Start by looking at girls in slutty outfits. Say "yes" when you look at everyone, imagining that your boyfriend is asking you to wear the outfit.

Continue by looking at girls on their knees, staring at gorgeous attentive cocks. Imagine that he's asking you to suck his dick. Say "yes" to every cock.

Now find video of girls getting fucked, especially plowcams where you can see the expressions of overwhelm and desperation and acceptance and lust on the girls' faces. Imagine that a man is saying "who's a good girl?" and say "yes." Say yes for every girl you see getting fucked.

When you start to feel yourself getting close, you can say "yes" as frequently or intensely as you'd like, imagining as vividly as you can being fucked by a thick, beautiful, eager cock that won't take no for an answer.

Imagine what saying "yes" really means now. The weight of all of those acceptances on you. How much you're giving up. How much you're agreeing to. What you're letting yourself become.

Do you want to come back and do this again next time?

You want him to chase you, right? Then let him know you're prey. Advertise your grabbable, suckable tits. Open your welcoming, submissive mouth. Bat your stupid eyes at him. You don't need to say "I want you to take me and do what you want with me" out loud -- you can show him in other ways.

Before you interact with him, say aloud to yourself the words "I need him to know that I want to be fucked."

NAME: Dani Wyatt AGE: 20

STATUS: Virgin (technically)

PREFERRED DURATION: Max (1 yr)

PREFERRED LOCATION: Worldwide

PREFERRED AGE: All

WHY THE FSP? I worked as a waitress the last two years and I really liked how guys looked at me. Knowing how to please men will be important no matter my future.

SEXUAL PERMISSIONS: All

ANYTHING TO EXPLAIN ABOUT SEXUAL PERMISSIONS? The point of the FSP is to get used. I don't get why we need to give permissions. But I'm not trying to pick a fight.

WRITE A MESSAGE THAT WILL BE SENT TO ALL MEN WHO ARE OFFERED YOU: Hey, I'm Dani and I'm ready to have a really good time -- whatever that means to you. I have enough experience to not embarrass you, but no more, and I really like learning new stuff. Here are my socials links!

BY SIGNING THIS FORM, YOU ARE ACCEPTING TEMPORARY LEGAL SERVITUDE AND NON-CITIZEN STATUS WHILE IN THE CUSTODY OF A MAN YOU DON'T KNOW. YOU ARE WAIVING RIGHTS TO PRIVACY OR SEXUAL CONSENT. YOU ARE ACCEPTING A RISK OF PREGNANCY. DO YOU UNDERSTAND? Yup duh.

Her perfect blue bimbo eyes, looking up into the light, perceived the Divine Image clearly as it coalesced in a beam of pure golden light. Time stopped -- Sabrina could see the others on the set suddenly go unmoving. She tried to move her hands off of her beautiful tits or move her head, but she seemed to be frozen.

Then a voice spoke to her, directly into her mind, like a voiceover in a trailer. It was a woman's voice.

"Sabrina," said the godly voice, "you have served me well and spread my Slutty Doctrines. You must be rewarded."

Sabrina laughed, her low alt voice full of genuine mirth. "Uh, what?"

"You are the greatest force for sluttiness on Earth, Sabrina," the godly voice intoned. "Every day, thousands of girls think of you as they try to dress, flirt, or have sex. They want to be like you. And they want to want big dicks like you."

"Look, man," Sabrina said. "I just had to pivot. My first albums didn't do so well so I had to put on this sexy schoolgirl thing."

"Your reward is that your faith in Sluttiness will never be shaken again."

"Sorry, what?"

The light grew blazing, horribly bright, but Sabrina looked right into it. In that light she saw things that man can never understand.

When it faded, and time returned to the photoshoot, David called out from a distance. "Hey, Sabrina," he says, "Really doey-eyed, yeah? 'Give me your cum, sir,' moment."

"Mmm," said Sabrina, with genuine enthusiasm. "Yeah, give me your cum..."

The crew laughed, as if this was a well-known but beloved joke. Sabrina felt confused.

"Do we have a... a cock here?" she asked genuinely, looking around hopefully. "For me to pose with?"

Another laugh. She became a little worried. Were they not going to give her a cock? She looked around in confusion.

"I'm not joking," she said, a little sternly. She knew how to get her staff to do what she wanted. "I want one."

The laughing stopped, and David looked around. "Come on, folks," he said. "She said what she wants."

As they hurried off, he approached her. She smiled.

"Have you masturbated thinking about me, David?" she asked.

"Uh, sorry?" he asked, shocked.

"I hope you have," Sabrina said. "It's what I'm doing for the world, isn't it? Making it sluttier. I just want to make sure you enjoy it too."

David looked at her in shock.

Part One

It's hard to think.

I'm not good at thinking.

He is so smart.

He can think for me.

I don't need to think.

I don't want to think.

I'm not thinking.

Part 2

He is so smart.

He'll tell me what to do.

I love his voice.

I love his mouth.

I love his cock.

He's ready now.

I say yes.

Part 3

He's ready now.

It's hard to think.

I say yes.

He is so smart.

I love his cock.

I need his cock.

A girl-shaped hole in the universe, ready to be filled with cock.

Men know what you're for. Other girls know what you're for. Why are you so hesitant to give in?

He's in the bathroom now, getting cleaned up. You already saw the print in his jeans earlier. This night won't be easy.