Until he sees bunny humping a pillow, fast and sloppy and making pretty little squeaks. Puppy can’t stop his tail from wagging, he knows this game it’s his favorite to play. Without wasting a second puppy is ontop of bunny, biting their neck and squishing his cock inside the bunny’s pretty little hole. Bunny lets out so many pretty noises, and puppy’s tail is wagging so fast.

once i'm ready, i start pulling my knot out again and you start to whine, but your legs keep sliding farther and farther apart for me and your pussy is pulsing pathetically around my cock. i keep pulling and pulling until i'm at the widest part again and your toes curl at the feeling as i tease you there again, holding your pussy as open as possible for me. you moan something incoherent that sounds like it could be, "please," but you're way past talking at this point. slowly, i pull the knot out of you, and despite the considerable girth of my cock, you find yourself almost feeling empty, like you're missing something. i watch your pussy twitch against my cock, squeezing itself again and again in a desperate attempt to feel the stretch again. i knead your ass cheeks in my hands and fuck you shallowly for a few more seconds, allowing your cock-drunk mind to start catching up with your pussy.

but one single pump isn't enough. i can't hold back any more. i grab ahold of your hips again for stability and start pounding my knot into your pussy mercilessly, making you squeal and clench even tighter around me in surprise. with each pump, there's a slight stutter, a moment of give as your pussy stretches out to its widest point. but i keep punching that fat knot into you, over and over and over again until your pussy is no longer too tight for a smooth ride. you haven't stopped moaning or blubbering, eyes rolled back and tongue hanging out like the braindead whore you are.

I highly recommend the use of the random post chooser, you never know what hidden treats you might discover.

Personally, I love chastity belts and crotch ropes. I love how they're a perfect fit for the female anatomy, running down a belt around from her waist, over the sensitive skin of her shaved mound, and into the little groove of her cleft. I love how the rope covers her hood, and rubs more against her most sensitive places the more excited she gets.

I would of course choose a cord thin enough to intrude between her inner lips, but thick enough to cover her wet little hole, denying access to her naughty fingers.

I love how a crotch rope is at its tightest on the special spot between her holes, how it rubs there when she moves - and most especially - when she's made to bend over for a good hard whacking. I love how she'll feel the rope against her bottom hole with every footstep she takes, and how elegant it looks embedded within the fissure of her bottom cheeks.

As you may know, I'm an advocate of going out without panties. But if school rules mandate soft cotton knickers are part of the uniform, I'd be duty-bound to punish those silly enough to think the rules didn't apply to them. Offenders would be led by the wrist, or even their ear, to my study.

I'd tell her to remove her skirt first, so I could fit a belt around her waist. Yes, she'd be completely exposed, standing with her crotch just in front of my face as I tie a cord to the front of the belt, guiding it down between her slit, between her legs and up between her bottom cheeks. The cord would go under and over the belt at the back, with a quick tug to tighten, before descending again, following the same route so it was doubled up, until the free end reaches the belt at her waist and is tied off in a knot.

Once I'm happy her rope is tight I'll allow her to fasten her skirt again. She'll be sent back to her classes, with no-one else aware she's now wearing a crotch rope just beneath her uniform. Then she'll be dismissed with instructions to report back to my office at the end of the school day. It'll be good for her to spend a few hours in squirming frustrated anticipation, feeling the cord tight against her slit, but helpless to relieve herself.

On her return to my study I'll remove her skirt once more, and check she hasn't been fiddling between her legs. Then she'll receive a good hard spanking, bending over to grasp her ankles, so her crotch rope is pulled extra tight.

Then afterwards, I'd escort her to the wall, where there are several coat hooks at around waist level. I'd tell her to stand on her tip toes with her back to the wall, and lift the back of her belt over the hook at the most suitable height. She can stand there with her spanked bum smarting and her crotch rope tugged tight until she can feel a burning line between her legs that's as hot as her spanked bottom.

a pretty boy being tied up, hunched over a metal milking contraption with his neck set in place and his breasts dangling. his owner comes up to him, grabbing his face as the boy blushes.

“what a pretty cow you are,” the farmer says, smirking at you. “such a pretty thing for a ‘boy.’ think your pretty udders can take a milking?” you can barely make eye contact, instead dropping your head to avoid his penetrating stare.

he quickly rubs some oil on his hands, coming back over and roughly grabbing at your udders, pinching your teats hard.

“you know what you’re supposed to say.”

“m-moo…” you say quietly, the farmer grabbing hard once more.

“say it louder.”

“moo!” you respond, and he pats you like a good boy before pulling down his jeans, stuffing your mouth full of his cock. he reaches down around you and gently starts massaging your udders as you moan and choke against him.

once he’s had his fill, he takes his cock at, letting you gasp for breath as he sneers at you. “what a pretty slut you are. let’s see if we can take it further.” walking behind you, he rolls the milk machine out, turning it on before bending down beside you.

“good boy,” the farmer says, gently attaching the milkers onto your tits, letting them suction around your areoles. “lets see if a boy cow can really make milk, hm?”

you moan, feeling the milkers latch onto you, beginning to suckle on your tits as you can feel milk beginning to leak out. the farmer laughs, mumbling ‘how cute’ under his breath, as he steps away.

he returns a moment later, walking around you to examine your dripping boy cunt. “think you can take this for me, baby?” he asks, gently pushing a metal end up against your asshole. you cant do anything but moan, the milkers making your breasts lactate and you can feel yourself getting closer. he smirks, humming as he gently rubs lube on you before sliding the anal hook in, it stretching you and touching you deeply as you moan and moo loudly.

“good boy!” your owner says, tieinf the end of the hook around the metal tube above you. the cool metal presses into you, chilling you as you rub against it. the farmer smiles, taking one of the milkers not in use and adjusting it down to your clit, holding it in place until it suctions against you. you wince, the sudden pressure pulling against your tdick as tears trickle down your face.

“good boy,” your farmer hums, coming back to your front end to force his dick down your throat once more. you shake your head to and fro, avoiding it as he pulls your hair and situates you back into place. “you do as i say,” he growls. your mouth is yanked open, and he stuffs your cock down your throat.

the metal, the sucking, the warmth of his cock, it was all too much, and you began screaming and further choking on his cock as you came, squirting all over the place. your juices getting soaked up by the milker, making your milk and squirt mix together in the machine. you start sobbing as you keep squirting, your vision tunneling, making mess after mess as your owner cums down your throat.

one last orgasm, and he takes his cock out, letting you breathe for the first time in minutes. “good slut,” he praises, turning the milking machine off and letting the milkers drop. “pretty boy made so much milk for me. we can’t just put you to pasture, you’ll be making good use with the other cows.”

after it cums, he relaxes, because it felt nice but also sort of hurt from just how hard the wolf was thrusting into him and he’s glad he gets a break…