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His hands hold your legs firm, fingers flexing impatiently around your ankles as he gets closer to his own climax. Toby reminds himself to slow down. Can’t ruin the fun if he paces himself. Deep breaths, he assures himself that he can do this. That’s what he wants to believe. His excitement builds by the milli-second. Jesus, and just looking down at you is nearly enough to break him. 

The way your cheeks flush red, breath heavy. 

Your hair gathered around you, you were his own personal angel tangled in the sheets. “Baby, oh- oh god…’M so lucky…” Toby snaps into you nearly collapsing forward. Each harsh thrust received even softer moans, his dick twitching in you with each reaction. 

“T-Tobyy..” You whine through heavy-lidded eyes.

“Gh..Fuckfuckfuck…” He breathes through it. His tendency to overwork himself is easy when you’re under him. “Toogood…Fuckk…Yuh-You’re too good….” Your cunt is sucking him back in each time he goes to pull out. Damp skin stuck to his, tears prickling the edges of your eyes as you tightened. His hips adjust with each desperately slow fuck deeper. Leaning fully on your legs, your knees touching your chest as he ruts into you. 

You won’t look away, tired eyes holding his own. He’s nearly hypnotized by the feeling of you wrapped around him. Toby’s knees hold him steady as your hips lift with him. Moving closer to your face, he grins. 

“W-Wanna cuh-cum?…Say it…Say it f’me…” 

You don’t hesitate, one hand pulling from the sheet below you to reach Toby’s hand pressed on the back of your knee. 

“P-Please- Toby…feels so good… wanna cum…” Breathless and flushed, you’re in the same boat as him. He lets out an involuntary low chuckle, straightening his posture and giving you just what you want. 

Locking back in, a second wind hit him as you begged.

Relentlessly pounding against you. Your pussy weeping against him, twitching violently around him. He holds your hips now, legs relaxing on his waist and locking behind him. A bit of stability against erratic rhythm, Toby felt the familiar tightness in his lower stomach. He practically uses you, not that you care. You’re too blissed out from his cock to notice anything. “S’good…Toby..!” You come undone as he watches.

“I know–” He manages to get out before filling you. 

Toby knows just about everything there is to know about you. 

An expert in his field, he even knows your favorite feeling. Pulling out, half-hard and watching his cum leak out from your hole. A grin on his face grows as he watches you trail a finger down and press it against your entrance. 

Toby’s ready for a second round before you can even pull your finger out. 

Jeff’s words rang in Toby’s head.

“You can’t fuck her as good as I can.”

“I doubt you’ll make her scream– or even make any sound at all.”

“What makes you think you’ll even get as close as to making her cum? Or even get her naked at all?”

Those words were injected in his brain like stinging venom.

And Toby was more than ready to prove him wrong.

And one night, Toby couldn’t take it anymore. He knocked on your door– three times, and the second your pretty face showed itself through the cracks, he shoved you back, making you stumble backwards, and when your questions came spilling out your mouth, he gripped your arms and pinned you down onto the stuffy sheets.

That was the only thing you remember before you were shrieking your brains out, your cunt fluttering around Toby’s meaty cock, his angry tip punching at your cervix.

You had no idea why he was doing this– or why you liked it. But from all the things he’s sputtering out of his mouth, you start to gain why he broke in.

“Why– why him of a-all people?” he muttered. “Why him? Why why why–” his words were almost static to your ears, the loud claps of your flesh and the thumping of your blood in your ears muffling out any other noise– or any other bit of your conscience telling you that you were still inside a mansion full of murderers and wanted convicts who might already have heard your wanton cries.

They only got louder when he lifted your hips with his, pushing the back of your knees toward the sides of your ears, forcing you into an aching mating press that only hit your spot even harsher than before.

“T-Tob-Toby–” your weak fingers clawed at him with the strength of a kitten. Toby didn’t budge. “What did h-he have that I d-didn’t?” he growled. “Did my dick n-not look big e-enough? Do m-my muscles not imp-impress y-you enough?” 

A silence consisting of your loud cries pursued for a moment, before his chest snapped and his hands went for your throat, leaving you to wrangle and squirm under him.

“Fucking answer me!” He roared, his cock ramming in your cunt even harder than before. The disgusting squelches of your juices turned filthy. And your moans? Turned unholy.

You were begging– begging for him to let go and give you some air. Begging for him to slow down, you can’t take it.

But all those pleas go unheard when Toby keeps on rambling about his questions– his delusions– his voice getting meaner and meaner from the start of him begging so sweetly to let him fuck you, a drastic change from sweet and yearning, to rough and intimidating.

You and Jeff only had a fling-- a one night stand that felt good, but you didn't think it would mean anything to Jeff. But not to Toby, no. He took it as an insult. An offense made by you. Despite him refusing to make a first move ever since the start of your stay here.

Toby knew this fact as well. And he admits, it's his fault, too. But the thought of you giving your pussy-- his pussy up for grabs to anyone in this damn mansion? Especially to someone Toby could break in half like a stick? Absolutely not.

“How did hi-his dick feel h-huh? Was it good? B-better? Better t-than me?” 

You shook your head. You didn’t want him to be even more rabid than he is now, if he was fueled by even a tad bit of anger any longer, he would kill you.

But clearly, your pathetic attempt didn’t work.

“Then what fucking business do you have with fucking Jeff? Huh?” he hissed. And when you don’t answer, he pulls out, leaving you wriggling on your mattress. You open your mouth to thank him and whoever is up in the clouds listening to you, but are interrupted by him lifting you up, twisting you towards the wall, pinning your poor face against it while your knees tremble against the cotton of the mattress. 

You shriek once again, louder, when Toby thrusts in once again without warning. 

Your poor, bruised wrists are pinned behind you now, the wall pressing against where the underlay of your skin meets his tip, making you feel him intensely more than ever before.

Your sobs are desperate, helpless. And that doesn’t stop Toby.

“Did he make you f-feel like t-this? L-like heaven?” he snickered, in pure pride. “He won’t ever f-fuck you like this. H-he won’t ever m-make you scream l-like this. He won’t even make y-you feel what y-you feel with m-me,” his words cut through like obsidian. “I’m better b-baby, so so much b-better…” Toby leans in and drags his tongue from your chin up to your ears. “He’s a fucking shrimp compared to me, but you d-don’t even seem to co-comprehend that.” he chuckles.

“Y-yknow who’s room this is?” he reaches up a free hand, balled into a fist before knocking against the hollow plywood with his knuckles. “It’s Jeff’s room,” he taunted, a sly grin plaguing his face. “And he’s in there, right now, l-listening to you being a who-whore for me.”

You can only do so much but to whimper like a poor animal, your orgasm being on the edge, like a string ready to be snapped.

“You wanna fuck him? F-fine, you can f-fuck him, date him if y-you want,” he rasped, his pace nothing short of relentless. “But not before I get y-you fucking pregnant,” your eyes widen. “Pregnant with my fucking babies, make h-him raise it,” he giggles. “Watch the life spill o-out of his eyes when he r-realizes it’s not his… fuck, baby, th-the things you m-make me want to do.”

You cringed, cheeks heating up like never before– Toby’s threats pushing you over the edge like a boulder.

The string inside you snapped like nylon, violently shaking your body with one last cry, nails scraping against the paint, eyes shooting open like sex-filled voids, the sound of his name bouncing off the walls.

A buzz from Toby’s very-cracked phone wakes you up. Your body feels… fresh. Relaxed. He must’ve bathed you when you passed out. 

Out of curiosity, you picked up his heavy cell, the bright screen almost blinding you when your eyes take focus.

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JEFFREY

3 missed calls, 6 unread messages

12:46 AM what the fuck are you two doing

1:28 AM open the fucking door

1:31 AM toby i fucking swear

*2 missed calls*

1:58 AM im going to gouge your brains out OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR

2:01 AM youre gonna pay for this i swear ill leave you for dead you shitty little bitch

*1 missed call*

3:29 AM just you wait, twitch. just you fucking wait ill get her back.

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Thick fingers reached from behind you and gently take the phone out of your hands, the feeling of Toby’s stubble grazing on your neck like sandpaper makes you jump a little.

“Schlaf weiter, Engel. Er ist deine Zeit nicht wert. Ich schon. Nur ich. Er ist nicht halb so ein Mann wie ich.” his words sound foreign to you, but you have a mental guess on what it might mean. And one thing is for sure:

Tattoo artist!Jeff lowers down beside your ear, lips brushing against your skin. “Comin’ here wearin’ that slutty ass skirt just to get fucked by a stranger you don’t know shit about, huh? Do you even know my fuckin’ name? Huh, bitch?” You shake your head, mewling helplessly against the leather. He’s fucking you so hard and so deep. The chair is squeaking. You’re sobbing a little and digging your nails into the cushions. You bite on the leather, eyes rolling back when he finds that spongy spot in the deepest part of your cunt.

Tattoo artist!Jeff rams inside your leaking, slick-coated pussy, seemingly rutting in deeper and deeper and deeper—

Tattoo artist!Jeff laughs almost maniacally when you squirt all over his station. He pulls out just in time to paint your cute little ass with his cum, pumping himself a bit more. (He was careful enough not to land anything on your new tattoo.)

Tattoo artist!Jeff gives you the service and tattoo on the house, smirking as he watches the tattoo bounce up and down just under your skirt. 

And smirking even harder when he remembers he made you keep his smeared cum inside your panties.

Camp ranger!Toby spotting a pretty little camper (you) looking all sweet and lost surrounded by thick trees and whatever goes bump in the night that you’re so very scared of.

Camp ranger!Toby swaggering over to your shaking frame, axe still in hand from cutting down pesky weeds. He breathes a little, staring at your (very uneased) body and face— mostly your body— before grinning impossibly wide at you.

Camp ranger!Toby’s face gash leaks a little more when he sees your poor little scared face. He breathes, “Are yuh– you l-lost?” Nodding, you shift a little on your feet. You notice how tall he really is, how big his muscles are. “I don’t know where my cabin is,” you shakily hand him your admission paper. He takes one look, nods, and grins. “Follow me.”

Camp ranger!Toby grips the skirt of your dress, almost ripping the seams. You glare at him for a moment, but your feet stumble on each other trying to follow him. A few minutes of almost tripping on small rocks and bashing your on face with risen tree roots, you realize this path isn’t the path you originally got lost on.

Camp ranger!Toby ignores you when you stammer how this isn’t my path mister and how I don’t recognize this path please stop pulling on my dress. He drags you back to his cabin, busting open the door with one swift kick and pushing you inside.

Camp ranger!Toby starts planting slobber-coated kisses all over your shoulders and neck. He looks up at you— why is he cute— before asking, “Can I taste you?” You freeze. Then, feeling a regretful but tempting ache in your body– you nod.

Camp ranger!Toby flashes a smile at you before dropping to his knees and shoving his face under the heat of your dress, pressing the tip of his tongue on your clothed clit, moving hungrily up and downed your panties, groaning when he feels the little bit of slick drip through the fabric and on his warm tongue.

Camp ranger!Toby eventually moves your panties to the side to plunge two fingers deep inside. Working madly up and down, he whines whenever specks of your fluids drip and spray on his tongue and the sides of his mouth, and Toby licks them all up like a filthy mutt. 

Camp ranger!Toby cums in his pants the moment you cum on his tongue, your fingers gripping his hair like a death sentence. He pulls off of you with a disgusting pop! Before looking up at you, so sweet and so thankful— muttering “Thank y-you…”

Camp ranger!Toby gives you a wet kiss before backing off of the porch of your actual cabin, stumbling back to his own trail before he disappears into the night.

You find his number scrawled on your flyer snapped against the garter of your panties the next day.

Autoshop owners!Tim and Brian laughing to each other when they spot you stumbling out of your own car. Brian tilts his head when you approach their desk. You ask for a simple pink tint. 

Autoshop owners!Tim and Brian nod and say their boys will get it done for you in no time. You thank them and sit down on one of the waiting benches inside their shop. However, you didn’t feel one set of eyes on your chest (that tank top you wore was dangerously low) and another set of eyes on your thighs (your shorts are showing more skin than you think it’s showing).

Autoshop owners!Tim and Brian approach you after your tint is done. They name 300$ as their final price. You search your purse— you forgot your wallet. You freeze in front of them like deer in headlights.

Autoshop owners!Tim and Brian were covered in car oil and grime, smears of black decorated their thick, strong forearms. Tim was wearing a white tank top that let his biceps flex and stretch and leave you with the unholiest of imaginations. You wonder how the fabric hasn’t ripped under his muscles yet. Brian, however, was shirtless— cocky while sporting his oily abs and V-lines, while a yellow hoodie was tied around his waist. 

Autoshop owners!Tim and Brian watch, smirking as you gulp and squeak how you forgot your wallet at home and if they had any online paying options. Tim grunts, “‘m real sorry, miss, but we only take cash.”

Autoshop owners!Tim and Brian pause for a bit, before Brian speaks. “We do have another mode of payment,” glancing at Tim, motioning to the stock room.

Autoshop owners!Tim and Brian have you on top of Tim, riding his cock while your tank top is pushed up to your collarbones, exposing your bouncing tits (“no bra, puddin’? Y’must be waiting for this.” Tim said.). Brian slips in behind you, hands kneading your tits, rolling your nipples in between his calloused fingers, whispering sweet nothings in your ear (“You’ve been riding him for the past half-hour, sweetpea. Mind giving me some sugar, too?”).

Autoshop owners!Tim and Brian takes you at the same time. Brian in your ass, while Tim fucks up into you (because your legs are practically jelly at this point). After about half an hour they both go non-verbal, loud grunts and groans filling the room accompanied by your whines and mewls.

Autoshop owners!Tim and Brian cums messily. Brian fills up your ass while Tim paints your body. 

Autoshop owners!Tim and Brian let you leave the autoshop without paying a dime.

You leave a five-star review on their blog a week after.

College professor!Jack clicking his tongue at your recent Biology test papers, shaking his head while he looks blankly at your wrong answers.

College professor!Jack seems to be calculating something in his head, before looking up at you from his desk. “You’re one more failing test from flunking Biology for the semester.” You cower, biting your lip and thinking of what your parents might think, working their asses off just for your tuition only for you to flunk general biology in your third year.

College professor!Jack hums when he hears you asking for extra homework for extra credits, slowly standing up, eerily silent and thinking. Suddenly, he speaks. “You need at least 30 more points to amount to a passing grade,” you nod, desperate for the extra points.

College professor!Jack pauses, then turns around. “I am in need of a test subject as material for my female anatomy worksheets due before finals.” silence again. Then, “It’s about reactions to arousal.”

College professor!Jack has you laid on his desk, naked with nothing else but your flats on. You prop yourself up, but he plants two fingertips on your chest and gently but firmly pushes you down. “Ah-ah,” he tuts, clicking his tongue. “Lay flat. I need to see all of you.”

College professor!Jack who at first runs the tips of his fingers up and down your torso, humming at the visible goosebumps following his motion. His tail wags gently side to side, but even that looks perfectly calculated. He brings the pad of his fingers firmly on one of your nipples, hearing you whine at the stimulation.

College professor!Jack trails his fingers down to your slick-coated heat, circling the soft nub of your clit before slowly slipping a finger inside. He watches your face change closely. Then, another finger, then another… but he doesn’t move. You beg him to please move your fingers please I want it so bad, but he doesn’t respond.

College professor!Jack finally obliges and moves— but painfully slow. You whine and writhe against him, the base of his palm merely brushing your clit. Jack leans in, slow and accurate, breath flush against your ear. “Ride my fingers. Prove that you deserve those 30 points.”

College professor!Jack watches as you lift your hips then bring them back down again on his long fingers, eyes rolling back and your hand gripping his wrist in place. He watches your orgasm take over you with silent delight.

College professor!Jack pulls out and brings his soaked fingers to his face. He smells it, silently humming. Then, he brings his tongues out, stretched and licking up from the base to the tips of his fingers.

College professor!Jack cleans off his fingers. “Arousal is… sweet. Like nectar.” he pauses. “Do you mind if I took body-shots for… educational purposes?”

College professor!Jack hands you the answer-key printed on an index card on finals day, nodding to where your seat is.

You’re gawking at your own bare body, with no face shown, printed on the test paper.

Freelancer!BEN whom you’ve paid 50$ each week for him to work on your consistently broken sink, which you might or might have not wrecked on purpose so he can keep coming back.

Freelancer!BEN who appears on your porch, lazy smile and equipment ready, hits you with a “Morning, ma’am. What’s broken today?”

Freelancer!BEN who slides under your sink pipes, grunting a “Let’s see the damage here…” before he arches his body just right for his shirt to lift up and show a bit of his faint abs. He has a small LUCKY YOU tattoo on the side of his hip. You bite your lip, imagining what his skin would feel like if it was pressed against your tongue.

Freelancer!BEN who after about an hour, finally repairs the broken pipe that gave out soooo suddenly and glances up at you from the floor. He gives you tips and tricks as to not wear out the epoxy, but you aren’t listening. You’re too busy imagining what it would be like to shut him up using your glossed lips (that you used your most expensive lipgloss for) and hiking your booty shorts a little more.

Freelancer!BEN’s eyes travel in all the right places you want them to travel. He smirks, pointy canines flashing while he politely fixes up his tools. His pants look a little tighter.

Freelancer!BEN was about to name the price but you stop him with a hand on his shoulder and eyes deep inside his. He gets a good whiff of your perfume as you speak. “Actually, I…” you trail a finger up and down his chest. “With all this work you’ve been doing for me, I thought it would be just right to give something far more special back than just loading your face with money.”

Freelancer!BEN cocks an eyebrow up, still grinning from ear to ear, setting his toolbox down ever so quietly on the counter.

Freelancer!BEN who’s whining and whimpering and moaning so pathetically under you, breath knocked out with how hard you drop yourself down on his cock. He begs you to pleasepleaseplease let me cum inside you, eyes filled to the brim with tears. You don’t stop nor slow down, hands planted on his chest for support, smearing your slick and his pre-cum all over yours and his hips.

Freelancer!BEN who blushes when you say “Thank you sooo much for helping me, Ben,” high out of your mind on sex, while he nods back frantically, lightly laughing out of breath, “No– ngh– no problem ma’am— anytime– oh fuck!”

Freelancer!BEN who accidentally gets very overstimulated, to the point of sobbing under your touch, gripping on his pillow behind him, holding on to basically nothing. Nothing but the last of his consciousness when his eyes roll back into his skull.

Freelancer!BEN pushes you off the moment he feels you cum around him— because he literally can’t hold it in anymore— and squirts hard and long, spurts of white, warm cum splattered on your body that reach in between your tits.

Freelancer!BEN spasms and writhes under you, while you ride out your orgasm flush on his cock, mewling when the rest of your orgasm out. He sobs quietly under you. “Can I… can I have a kiss please?”

Freelancer!BEN leaves with lipgloss kiss-marks all over his face, kissing you goodbye and scheduling another repair next week.

You don’t break your pipes this time.