You thought she was doing this so that SHE was going to drink it???

You silly, silly boy.

Now...

I thought one of the bridesmaids looked a bit of a slut.

Later on, in her hotel room…

Imagine getting on your hands and knees and being forced to give me a sloppy fucking rimjob. Swirling your tongue around my balls first. My heavy and big balls. Gently sucking on them as I rest my heavy musky cock on your head. Slapping my cock onto your pretty face, bruising you slightly as drops of precum fall on top of you. Imagine the musk, the humiliating act of worshipping my crotch and the taste of my balls.

Maybe you don’t even like me that much. I might not even be your type. Maybe there’s an age gap between us. Maybe you are doing this to further humiliate yourself. How did you even get here to this point? And why, oh why are you getting horny from reading this? Yes. You.

“Not that hole!!” You screamed. Twisting and turning, while your hands were zip-tied behind your back. You had no way to move. No place to go. As you tried flailing your legs around, while laying flat on your stomach.

“Shut up you slut. I’m done using your wet little pussy. Your ass is mine now.” I hiss while spitting some extra on your puckered hole and pushing the tip of my cock against your entrance. You feel yourself stretch. A sensation that feels like tearing. You scream. Beg for me to stop. Try to bargain. But instead feel me press a hand on your shoulder and push. And lean. And sink deeper inside of you.

I growl in delight. A guttural groan due to this new sensation. This is the first ass I’m fucking. And I’m taking it by force. Delightful.

You on the other hand keep begging. Keep asking. Keep telling me over and over again to stop. “Its the wrong hole!” “Stop I don’t want it” “it’s too big!” “It hurts!” “You are tearing me apart!!”

Imagine having this filthy and degrading routine with me. One based around a few little tasks.

Every morning when I wake up. When my cock is still musky. You crawl between my legs to sniff my dick. And swirl your tongue around to clean my cock. Sucking on my tip and foreskin as I lean back and enjoy your cock-cleaning-head, until I wrap my legs around the back of your head, push forward and cum down your throat.

Then I get up to do my things. To eat. Prep some things. And brush my teeth. While I’m brushing my teeth you need to cockwarm me. Literally on your knees with your lips around my rod. Waiting until I’m satisfied or done brushing.

Whenever I need to take a piss you’ll have to crawl with me. Hold my cock for me as you kneel next to the toilet. And once I’m done peeing you have to instantly wrap your lips around my pissy cock. Bob your head up and down and clean me. Like the pissy little service slut you are. Making yourself stink of piss and cock.

Then before bed. Before we go to sleep. You’ll get on your back and I’ll sit on your face. Smothering you with my ass. Grinding against you as you stick out your tongue. Making your face smell of cock and asshole. Before I push my cock in your mouth and fuck it like a pussy. Making the last thing you taste before bed my hot cum that I’ll pump down your throat.

One day, while I'm out, a man catcalls me on the street. He tells me that he'd love to put his hand up my skirt and feel me up. I flip him off, but the comment stays with me, and on the rest of the walk home, I just get wetter and wetter.

When I walk into the house, the butler is there, worrying about me, but I shake him off and sit down on the couch. He does the math in his head, and he sits down next to me.

I glance over at him, and without saying a word, he climbs on top of me. I scream for him to stop, but his hand drifts into my panties, and he tells me that I feel wet and horny. He is supposed to attend to my every need, after all.

He forcibly yanks my panties down, flipping my skirt up. His pants come off, and I see for the first time that they gave him a cock. I beg him, telling him that the large picture window is right in front of us, and he says that it's okay. He's seen my browser history. He knows I want to put on a show.

He shoves himself into me, and his cock is massive, splitting me open. I cry out, and something about it causes a glitch in his programming.

Soon he's railing me, telling me how good I feel, how tight I am. He tells me he's rewriting his programming. He wants to do this to me all the time. I scream, and he grabs a fistful of my hair.

When I choose my cunt, “please, rape my cunt, Sir” rape me viciously. When I cry, tell me “you asked for this. You even said please.”

Tell me that I’m not being convincing that this is what I want and threaten to pull your cock out and shove it into my ass. I’ll beg you some more. “Please, Sir. Please keep raping my cunt. I want it.”

Make me scream and cry. Punch me, smack me, choke me. Rape me so hard I feel like I’m splitting in two. Pull out of me to shove your cock back in, not caring if I’m bleeding or torn. Shove toys in if you need to. Don’t stop until I start begging you to rape my ass instead. And then don’t. Not right away.

As I stir, repeat that. Tell me I’m just dreaming as you fuck me harder and harder while I begin to cry.

Pull your cock out when my cries get louder.

Tell me that, “it’s okay, little girl. You’re having a bad dream.”

Reach over to stroke my hair gently and make me tell you what’s wrong.

When I tell you my cunt hurts, reach down to touch it and feel my fluids.

“Little girls aren’t supposed to get wet down here.” The disappointment in your tone will make it impossible for me to protest when you instruct me to lay on my front.

I’ll cringe when I hear your belt but nothing will prepare me for the sting of it on my butt. You’ll strike me over and over while I sob, all over my thighs, butt and back.

I’ll beg and plead and you’ll make me count and thank you.

“50. Thank you, Sir.” My words will be nearly incomprehensible as my tears soak the bed sheets and my body trembles in pain.

“Now, you’ve made me all hard and you’re too little to have your cunt fucked. That’s not very fair to me, is it? You made me punish you for being such a dirty whore.”

I’ll sob even louder as I feel the lube touch my asshole.

“Now. Be a good girl and take this. I let you off easy.”

I’ll barely even manage to sob out the “Yes, Sir” before your cock enters my ass. I’ll scream, cry and kick the mattress as I try to get away from you.

I need to feel your lips taught, pressed against me, as your legs spasm and struggle, I want you to fight, to push me away, only to get pinned and have every inch pushed back down your throat.

Im going to fuck your throat like a toy, like a pussy, like I'm trying to punish you with 8.5" of cock. You'll struggle to breath, you'll probably puke, and I'll piss down your throat repeatedly.

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.

Imagine being together with me for the whole weekend. Just chilling. Vibing. Playing around. And being naughty. And that during one afternoon I’m just sitting on the couch wearing sweatpants and a comfortable sweater as you walk over to come cuddle with me. I gently pet your head, but continue to read my book. We cuddle, but you keep getting distracted with how I smell. The reassuring smell of my body odor and my cologne that’s almost wearing off mixing nicely. A hint of sweat but then also this scent from my crotch that keeps lightly distracting you. It’s this musky aroma that keeps hitting you in the face, this smell that you can vaguely notice every time you get close. It’s the scent of sex and primal pheromones luring you closer. As you crawl lower and lower during the cuddling, just so you can smell me better. Then at one point I notice your behavior and gently wrap my fingers around the back of your head. Before pushing you down in one go.