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TW: dehumanization, CNC kidnapping

Poppy pulled her favourite tail from her toy collection - a fox tail with a large, glass plug, and thoroughly lubricated it before sliding it inside her tight asshole.

She was craving attention from strangers with a side of humiliation. She straightened the skirt of her short pink sundress and did a twirl in front of the mirror, admiring the way her tail and ass cheeks peeked out.

Poppy loved her little ritual, loved the idea of shocking men with her tail, knowing they couldn't help but think about the plug inside her, about wanting to be inside her instead.

Minutes into her slut walk, she saw a man who she knew would give her the attention she was after. She gave him a little spin just like the one she had practiced in front of her mirror, and ran her hand from the base of her tail to the tip. His eyes focused on her playful movement.

Brave girl out alone at this time of night. Wolves are out on the prowl.

Oblivious to his threat, Poppy laughed. Maybe I'm looking for a wolf.

That's a foolish thing to say. Isn't there a story about piggies and a wolf?

Well I'm too cute to be a piggy, can't you tell?

He laughed at her, eyeing her from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. You could be very valuable to me. My prized hog.

Not finding his joke funny anymore, Poppy turned away from him, dismissing him and moving on. She'd find another man who would give her what she was after.

Run, little piggy. Run.

Poppy turned back to look at him, and saw him winding a long rope through his hands. Is that a fucking lasso? Where had it come from?

She took off running, her huge plug bouncing in her ass, slowing her down. After only a few seconds, Poppy felt a sharp pull around her right ankle, sending her tumbling to the ground. She cried out in pain, but had no time to move before her other ankle and then her wrists were tied in an unforgiving hog tie.

Seems I've caught myself a fine hog, he said to her, gripping her plug at the base and giving it a harsh tug. Poppy opened her mouth to scream but it was quickly filled with a musty cloth. He pulled out a roll of duct tape and wrapped it around her head three times. He picked her up by the hog tie, an agonizing pain shooting through her shoulders. Poppy tried to wiggle herself free, but it was useless.

I have the perfect new home for you, pig slut, he said, not bothering to look down at her. I have a stall ready with your name on it. You have a nice pile of hay to sleep on, your own trough, everything to make a little piggy happy as, well, as happy as a pig in shit. He laughed menacingly, and Poppy couldn't figure out how no one had seen him take her. Why no one stopped this.

He paused in front of a large red truck, and opened the door he hadn't bothered to lock. He placed her in the back on a jump seat and slammed the door shut. She heard him whistling as he walked to the driver's side door, climbed in, and revved the engine.

Let's get you home and out of that human costume you're wearing.

Poppy screamed, her muffled cry sounding less like a human and more like an animal.

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TW: free use, intox

When Laci heard the local biker gang roll into town, she devised her plan to get herself into their elusive and exclusive clubhouse.

She had only ever heard of them through whispers and overheard gossip at the local café where she worked.

She knew they dealt in the darker side of life: drugs, sex, weapons. But that didn't deter her. She wanted a piece of the dark side for herself, even if only for a night.

Laci put on a top that was barely more than a bra, jean shorts cut so short they covered less than a pair of panties, and a cropped faux-leather jacket. She finished off the look with a pair of black biker boots, sky high curls, and heavy black makeup with a dark red lip.

She was going to get into the biker club. Tonight.

The closest bus stop dropped her off a 25 minute walk away from the address she had been given for the club, and she was forced to take the bus because no taxi or Uber would take her into the industrial part of town where the club was allegedly located. That should have been her first warning.

Laci spent every second of the walk paranoid that she was being watched, stalked, but in the end she saw no one.

When her maps app told her she'd arrived at her destination, Laci looked around, confused. All she saw before her was an abandoned warehouse. She thought she heard some voices...

Suddenly, bright flare lights blinded her. What the fuck are you doing here, a menacing voice called out to her. A strong hand gripped her arm, and Laci tried to pull away.

I-I-I-I, she stammered, too anxious to get out any real words. Having the idea to come to the biker club hangout was one thing. It was another thing to be confronted by a huge man in the middle of an empty warehouse district with no one around to help her.

Let her in, Arn, a voice from inside the warehouse called out. Come here baby girl, have a seat beside me.

The man let go of her arm, and Laci ran into the building towards the deep voice that beckoned her inside. The door slammed shut behind her.

She looked around the barely lit room. It was full of men in black leather, and every single one of them watched Laci as she walked in.

As quick as she could, she sat down at the bar, her mostly exposed ass flashing everyone in the room behind her.

The man who beckoned her in signaled to the bartender with a flash of his hand, ordering five shots of a liquor Laci had never heard of. 

He seemed completely at ease in this space, a hulking figure covered in head to toe leather, some tattoos sneaking out around the edges of his clothing. She didn't know for sure, but she thought he might be the boss. He looked like the tough, mean sort of man Laci expected to find here. The kind of man she’d been hoping would find her.

Here you go, beautiful girl, he said to her, sliding one of the five shots over to her, picking up one for himself. Before she could think better of it, Laci pounded the shot back. She coughed at the strange taste, the man and the others in the room laughing as she sputtered. 

That was disgusting, Laci said, wiping her mouth, the taste of it foreign on her tongue.

The first one's the worst, he said, staring directly at her exposed tits as he spoke. He slid a second shot towards her. Have another.

Laci took the second shot a bit more hesitantly this time, but tossed it back anyways. He was right, the second shot wasn’t as bad, but it still wasn’t good. 

One more, to celebrate, he said, sliding a third shot her way and taking the last one for himself. Laci took it and raised her glass in cheers, gently tipping it against his. In her tipsy haze, some of the liquor spilled onto his hand, but he didn’t seem to mind. She took her third shot, instantly feeling it as her world began to spin.

We have a fun one here, the man said, getting up from the bar and moving to stand behind Laci. He took off her jacket, and she was too drunk already to realize how naked she was without it.

You may have walked in here of your own free will, he said, rubbing his hands over her exposed ass. But I own everything in this club, so that means I own you. He slid the fingers that Laci had dampened with liquor into her mouth, and she drunkenly sucked on them, getting them nice and sloppy. His other hand moved to the tiny piece of fabric covering her ass, ripping it and exposing her ass to him and everyone in the club.

The room went quiet. 

This ass is mine now, he growled into her ear, squeezing her cheeks. Got it? His fingers, wet and sloppy from her sucking, slid into her exposed asshole, tight and ready for an ass fucking. She arched her back to take his fingers deeper inside her, moaning at the feel of him stretching her tight hole.

Mmmhmmm, Laci mumbled, drunk and delirious from all the shots he'd fed her.

A few seconds later, he slid his hard cock into her ass as she sat on the bar stool. She reached out to steady herself on the bar as he fucked her, glasses on the bar rattling in rhythm with his thrusts. Laci threw her head back in ecstasy, curving her ass, wanting to be taken by him, used by him, a complete stranger. A dangerous stranger. 

Her vision blurry, her head bobbing up and down from his thrusts, she looked around the bar to see every man staring at her, hunger in their eyes. Like she was a piece of meat and they were waiting patiently for their bite, for their turn. 

The bartender was in front of her, holding a bottle of the same dark liquor she’d drunk before. She opened her mouth and let him pour it onto her tongue, down her throat. She coughed and sputtered, some of it missing her mouth from the man’s harsh thrusts into her ass, and it spilled down her front. 

Laci was gone now, replaced with a drunken whore desperate to be used.

With one final, powerful thrust that nearly launched her over the side of the bar, he finished inside her asshole. Laci, still sitting on the barstool, laid her head down on the bar to catch her breath, to stop the world from spinning. She felt him leak out of her as he pulled out. 

He pulled his leather pants back on and turned around to address the room. This ass belongs to me, he said. But her mouth and cunt now belong to the club.

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I have an idea. 

He was sitting on the couch when she spoke those words, a seductive gleam in her eyes. He knew that look; that look meant she had something kinky and depraved up her pussy sleeves.

Oh? Tell me love, what’s your idea?

She smiled at him. You know how I am really, like really good at Mario Kart?

He laughed loudly, smiling back at her. He’d lost tons of races against her in the past, and knew how she loved to remind him. I’m aware, yes. 

Well, I was thinking, she said, sitting beside him on the couch, rubbing her hand over his hardening cock under his clothes. What if we made things interesting? Levelled the playing field? 

I’m listening, he said, moving a hand towards one of her tits, giving it a light squeeze. 

What if, she said wryly, what if we played a round with me on the floor with your cock buried in my pussy?

His smile widened. You had my curiosity, but now you have my attention. His cocked twitched as he spoke.

Just one cup, babe, she said, licking his neck and up toward his ear. If you win, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.

Babe, you already let me do whatever I want to you.

Together, they moved the coffee table out of the way, clearing space on the soft carpet in front of the TV. She stripped for him, standing completely naked before him, before getting on her hands and knees and spreading her legs, giving her ass a shake for good measure.

Fuckkkk, the soft words spoken under his breath. While she loaded up the game, he stripped and got into place behind her, ready to slide deep inside her.

She picked a cup, he didn’t even care which one, too distracted by the gleaming wet pussy in front of him. He picked his standard player, and as the first race loaded he slid into her. She moaned in response, making his cock even harder. 

The countdown to the race was about to begin. He leaned in close to her ear and whispered, Ready to lose?

She shook her ass, grinding herself against him. We’ll see. 

The race was on, and as usual she took the lead. By the start of the final lap, she had a huge lead, and he was fighting for his life to keep second.

How are you so good at this, he asked, thrusting into her in an attempt to distract her.

You’re cheating, she said, but he could hear the smile in her voice.

You say that like this wasn’t the whole point. 

She laughed, and came in first place. He finished the race in second, and used the time in between races to fuck his pretty little toy in front of the TV. She moaned, dropping the controller as she ground her ass deeper into him. 

He tossed his controller to the side, and pounded her into the carpet, the game completely forgotten. She came for him, coming in first a second time, still on her knees. She arched her back and threw her head back toward, making him grab her hair to pound into her even harder, deeper.

He finished inside her, slumping over her limp and sweaty body. She was panting, her orgasm still leaving her weak under him.

But he knew her, knew how competitive his little slut could be.

Maya's hands trembled around the handle of her lunchbox as she rode the elevator up 17 floors to the office.

Had it really only been a few hours ago that her boss had fucked her in the ass with a strap-on while she sucked down a stranger's cock?

Everyone will be able to tell I'm not a virgin anymore, she thought as the elevator doors opened before her. She imagined red scarlet letters on her forehead announcing what she was now. Whore. Slut. Used.

After they were finished with her, the two had left her there on the floor, forgotten like a used tissue, as they continued to fuck without her. Maya had picked up her clothes that had been thrown around the foyer and quietly snuck out the door.

As soon as she got home, she stripped off her clothes and pulled out her magic wand. She came four times before passing out, drifting into the most restful sleep she'd had since she realized she was falling in love with her boss.

Snapping herself back to the present, Maya safely made it to her cubicle without encountering anyone. Situated right outside her boss's office, Maya could tell she hadn't arrived yet by the lack of light filtering through the frosted glass windows.

What will happen today? Will she say anything to me? Am I going to get fired?

Using work to distract her, Maya blazed through the dozen or so emails waiting for her in her inbox. More and more workers were trickling into the office, none of them taking notice of the shy, quiet administrative assistant who, to everyone's surprise, had survived her first few weeks working for a woman they all secretly called The Domme.

Maya heard multiple louder voices headed directly for her. She stood, straightening her skirt, and took a deep breath. Whatever happens will happen, she thought.

That's when she saw... them. Maya stopped breathing.

Her boss came around the corner, heading straight for her office, dressed in a perfectly tailored blue suit, a limited edition purse swaying casually on her arm, patent heels click clacking as she walked. Beside her was the man whose cock Maya sucked last night.

Maya could feel her face turning red, but she did all she could to hold it together. She glanced at the clock on the wall. Only 6 hours and 58 minutes to go.

Get me two coffees, black, and meet me back in my office in 5, her boss said to her, barely looking at her. Her actions gave away none of what had happened last night. The man winked at her - the only indication anything out of the ordinary had occurred between the three of them.

Yes, ma'am, Maya said, nearly tripping over herself in her urgency to get away.

She made it back to her cubicle, two black coffees in hand, with about 30 seconds to spare. Before she could lift her free hand to knock, her boss's door opened. It was him.

Ahh, perfect. Nothing like a pick me up to start the day on the right note. Come in, baby girl.

Blushing, and hoping no one in a nearby cubicle had heard what he said, Maya entered the room. She heard the door shut softly behind her.

She looked at her boss, this demanding, harsh, powerful woman she had fallen in love with. She was sitting behind her large glass desk, one of her long legs crossed over the other, making Maya pause as she stared at her perfect body.

Good girl, Maya, I have a long day ahead of me and a coffee and a pick me up is just what I need, she said, uncrossing her legs as she watched Maya walk toward her to deliver the coffee.

Of course, ma'am. Anything you need.

Maya's boss brow lifted, a mean smile growing on her face. Anything, Maya?

The man had come back from the door, picking up the second coffee and taking a long sip. He stared at Maya as intently as her boss did.

Take off your clothes.

Maya's mouth fell open. She couldn't do that here, where she worked? What if someone saw, found out how much of a dirty slut she was, how much she was willing to do for the woman she loved?

I-I-I d-d-d-don't think that's a good idea, ma'am. What if someone walks in?

I don't pay you to think, Maya, I pay you to do as I say, she said, her tone growing harsher and more frustrated. She stood, planting her hands on her desk, slowly leaning down toward Maya. Take off your clothes, and show me the ass that I own before I make him strip you for me.

A quick glance over to the man let Maya know he was more than willing to help. She quietly removed her cardigan and top before dropping her skirt to the floor. Standing there in her bra and underwear, Maya felt vulnerable and scared, but also wet and pliant.

Keep going.

Maya took off her bra before sliding her panties off, leaving them in a pool at her feet. She lifted her arms to cover her breasts, but the man came over and grabbed her wrists to move them out of the way of their boss's view of her tits.

What did I say, Maya. Show me the ass that I own.

Maya dropped to her knees, hypnotized by her words. She spun around, planting her head on the floor, using her hands to spread her ass cheeks apart.

Such a good girl we have here. He was rubbing his cock through his pants as he circled Maya like a vulture circles a fresh carcass.

Yes, she's a wonderful secretary. Maya heard her boss stand and come around to her. She kneeled down and whispered into Maya's ear. You will be quiet while we play with you. It wasn't a question.

Maya was so afraid someone would hear them, or worse, walk into the office. She hadn't heard the door lock when she came in, but rather than make her afraid, Maya felt exhilarated.

She heard zippers, and before long, two strong hands were gripping her hips and pulling her ass forward. Maya raised her head off the ground to better arch her back, but a stiletto-clad foot held her head in position.

I'm going to watch my associate cum in your ass, secretary, and you're going to take it all and shut the fuck up about it, she said, her voice soft but authoritative. When he's finished, I'm going to plug your hole so all day, you remember who owns it. I will tell you when to remove it. Am I understood? She pressed her stiletto harder onto Maya's head.

Yes ma'am, was Maya's only weak, pitiful response. She was already dripping onto herself, her ignored pussy leaking out of her and down her thigh.

His huge, hard cock slid into her tight asshole. Maya wanted to cry out, but remembered her order to stay quiet. He pounded and pounded and pounded, grunting as he relentlessly abused her hole. Maya had stuck out her tongue, panting, and she felt her boss's stiletto slide into her open mouth. Maya licked the shoe, mindless as to what was happening to her, her need turning her into an animal.

He finished with a final hard thrust, filling Maya's hole so much it was already leaking out of her. The shoe left her mouth as her boss stepped away, returning with a large black plug with an O-ring on the end.

She slid the plug into Maya's stretched hole, not even bothering to use any lube. Maya bit her lip to keep from crying out. A hand rubbed over her cheek and slapped it, hard, making Maya flinch. Duties as assigned, she heard from behind her.

Get dressed and get back to work, secretary. I expect to see you back here at 5 PM sharp. Maya's boss had moved and was sitting back at her desk, the man standing beside her. Leave your panties.

Maya stood slowly, sore from the time spent on the floor. She quickly dressed and, not knowing what to do with her panties, picked them up and headed towards the garbage can.

Tsk tsk, Maya. Put them in your mouth and crawl to me.

A dutiful assistant, Maya did as commanded, dropping her panties into her boss's open hand.

Good girl. Now get the fuck out of here. I have work to do.

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[ˈpʌpi kʌnt] noun✨️

1. The depraved cousin of the puppy princess. This puppy left it's humanity behind in favour of being a brainless mutt to be trained.

Puppy cunts belong on all fours and you will seldom see one in any other position. Unlike their princess counterparts, puppy cunts don’t wish to be adored or treated special in any way. Rather they feel most special when they are defiled and humilated in the most vile ways.

They require intense, often painful and humiliating training. When they are trained well enough to their owner's standards, they are treated with public humiliation, like playing in a dog park, going on puppy play dates with other puppy cunts, and other degrading but entertaining acts.

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TW: CNC kidnapping

The van finally stopped. Cassie didn't know how much time had passed, but based on the soreness of her limbs, it had to have been hours.

Wrists tied behind her back, ankles cuffed, tits exposed, mouth filled, and a sack over her head, she was well and truly helpless.

She heard the back doors of the van open. The man who had skull fucked her in the woods, the man who had taken her, the man who now owned her, climbed in and straddled her hips. His heavy body pinned her down, as if she wasn't helpless enough already.

Hope you enjoyed the trip, cunt, he said as he leaned in close to her ear. I have a special room ready just for you. I can't wait to show it to you. His hands groped Cassie's body, roughly squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples, making her cry out.

You don't really think that hurt, did you whore? His laugh was more than menacing; it was genuinely delighted. You're in for a world of fucking pain. Now, let's get you home.

He climbed off her body, and Cassie felt him grab her by the ankles and pull her towards him and out of the van. She put up a weak fight, twisting and trying to free herself from his grip. She couldn't see his smile at her pathetic, half-hearted attempts.

She was back over his shoulder, a familiar feeling to her now. She heard what sounded vaguely like a complex locking mechanism, and a heavy door open. Cassie bounced on his shoulder as he carried her down a long set of stairs before placing her down on a cool, dirt floor.

Am I in a fucking basement?

Cassie could hear the clink and jangle of chains around her, and tried her best to get her bearings and move. She tried to shimmy her ass to try to stand, only shaking her tits for him in the process. He stopped to stare appreciatively at his prize.

I am going to transform you, cunt. You are going to regret dangling yourself in front of a man like me.

He finally pulled the sack from her head. The light in the room (cellar?) was dull, almost nonexistent, but Cassie still blinked from the sudden change in brightness. Still gagged and bound, all she could do was look up at him, at the thick metal collar attached to a long metal chain in his hands.

But first, I have a present for you.

He stalked towards her, the collar open and ready for her throat. A tear slid down Cassie's cheek, a whimper of protest tried to escape her mouth.

Isn't this what you wanted? To be captured, to be owned, to be enslaved? I'm just helping you live out your potential. He leaned in and licked the tear from her cheek.

He was on her, clicking the heavy collar into place. He stepped back to admire his work before pulling a key from a rope around his neck. He pushed Cassie's head down to reach the back of the collar, locking it in space.

He crouched down in front of her, eye to eye, admiring his newest toy.

I'll be back in a few hours, pet. Don't go anywhere. With a parting slap across her face, he climbed the stairs and was gone.

Cassie sat there, alone in the dark, softly crying to herself. She couldn't admit to herself that she was also dripping wet.

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The plug hurt.

Maya tried her hardest, but she could hardly think past the feel of the giant plug filling her asshole, or the cum slowly, ever so slowly, leaking out the sides and dripping down her leg.

Worse, the O-ring on the end of it made it so she couldn't find a comfortable position in which to sit. She squirmed, unable to find a position that didn't ram the plug deeper inside her. A soft moan escaped her lips whenever she shifted.

As the clock got closer and closer to 5 PM, Maya's pussy throbbed harder and harder. She was eager to get the plug out of her, for her boss to touch her again, to be with her. All day she could hear two voices coming from her boss's office; he might be her (secret?) boyfriend, but he was still an important client, and Maya heard them arguing over contracts all day. At one point, the conversation got so heated Maya swore she heard something fly across the room and break against the wall.

At 4:55, Maya ran to the washroom to freshen up. She wiped the cum that had leaked down her leg and onto her shoe. As she was washing her hands, she noticed one of her coworkers was looking at her suspiciously. There's no way she knows, Maya thought. Can she smell it on me?

At 5 PM on the dot, Maya knocked on the door. Most employees had already left for the day, but any straggler wouldn't take notice of Maya; it was normal for her to check in with her boss before leaving work.

Come in.

Maya entered, and she saw her boss sitting in her chair, legs crossed, and holding a leather leash. Her boyfriend was standing sentry beside her.

I'm disappointed in you today, Maya.

Maya's heart pounded. What have I done?

Did you think I wouldn't notice the mistakes you made today? Maya felt sweat start to bead along her hairline. You emailed the wrong contract to the Williams Group today. You're lucky our security team noticed before anyone opened the email. She slapped the leather leash against the palm of her hand, and Maya jumped in response to the sound. You deserve to be punished for this oversight.

Not knowing what to do or what to say - Maya had never made such a serious mistake before - all she could think to do was look down at the floor and try and come up with an appropriate apology. She could fire me over such a huge mistake, she thought. What if I told her it wasn't my fault, and that I was distracted by the plug in my ass?

Strip, and get on your knees. Crawl to me, and grovel at my feet.

Maya stripped and dropped instantly. She kept her head down as the crawled, each movement jostling the plug still in her. When she reached her boss, she remained on her hands and knees and kept her face turned down to the floor.

What's the point of having a secretary if you can't even email the right document, she said, rising to stand behind Maya. She turned the leash into a whip and slapped it against Maya's bare ass. Her hole clenched in response.

I want to hear you count each strike.

One, two, three, four, f-f-ive, s-i-i-ix, s-s-s-even, tears were welling in Maya's eyes from the pain. Eight, n-n-n-ine, ten. It wasn't ending. Eleven. T-w-w-elv-v-ve. Thirte-e-n. Maya was feeling herself fall apart. By the thirtieth whip, Maya's ass cheeks were burning, tears streaming down her face.

This is what happens to bad secretaries, her boss said, finally ending her punishment. She then clipped the leash to the O-ring on the plug still in Maya's ass, then looped and knotted it around the leg of her chair. Her boss took a seat again and spread her legs. Maya saw she wasn't wearing any panties.

Make me forget about your transgressions against me, she said, guiding Maya's head toward her pussy. Lick me until I deem you worthy.

Maya crawled closer, marveling at her love's beautiful lips. She stuck out her tongue and dove into her depths, licking and twirling and sucking and teasing. She felt hands in her hair holding her head in place, her boss lifting up one leg to give Maya a better angle. One of Maya's hands drifted to her own pussy, and she was startled when two hands - his hands - gripped her wrists and pinned them behind her back. She didn't want to move away, but now she had no choice.

She felt her love's thighs tighten around her head, and knew she was close to finishing. Maya flicked her tongue over her clit faster, driving her to a loud orgasm that vibrated off the walls. Her wrists were released and Maya tumbled to the ground, depleted, her ass cheeks burning from her punishment, the plug still buried deep.

While Maya tried to find her breath again, her boss stood from her chair, straightening herself up, and kissed her boyfriend roughly. They fought for dominance over one another, pushing each other against the desk, then the wall, two wolves asserting command over the other.

We're going to be late for our reservation, he said, still fighting for control over a powerful woman who rarely gave any away.

Maya's boss smiled darkly, looking over at Maya, who was still naked, ass red, and filled with cum on the floor next to her desk, waiting like an obedient dog.

Be a good girl and wait for us until we return. We should only be 5 or 6 hours or so. And with that, Maya's boss grabbed her bag and they stepped out of the office, leaving Maya discarded on the floor once more.

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She was woken up by the weight of his body on hers.

When they said goodnight to each other a few hours ago, she'd leaned in close and whispered in his ear, you should wake me up with your dick in me.

Noted, he said, a smile on his face in the dark. We'll see about that.

Keeping his promise to his little slut, he turned off his alarm and rolled over to find her soundly asleep. Well, maybe not soundlessly, but her deep sleep made his plan so much more fun. She had gone to sleep wearing just a pair of panties, her hair in two French braids down her back as she slept on her stomach. A perfect (non)fit for defiling.

Without a word he'd crawled on top of her, wrapping one arm around her neck, sneaking his free hand to the spot on her stomach he knew she was the most ticklish.

That's when he felt her finally move under him. N-n-n-nooo, she said weakly, fighting to come out of that sweet space between asleep and awake. In her attempt to get away, her ass rubbed against his hard dick. He tightened his hold on her neck, loving the feeling of controlling her.

Before she could grasp what was happening, he stood and flipped her onto her back, moving her head to hang over the edge of the bed. He slid his hard cock into the mouth that had fallen open in surprise. Gripping her wrists and pinning them down onto the bed, he fucked her throat as she writhed under him.

She took his cock deep because she was a cock hungry slut for him. The thought made him even harder. Her tongue circled his base and balls forcing him to pull out before he finished down her throat. He had other plans for her.

He flipped her back over onto her stomach, pulling her ass back so she was on her hands and knees on the bed. He slid into her wet pussy in one easy glide, his cock sloppy from fucking her throat.

He grabbed her by her braided pigtails and fucked her from behind, pounding into her like he owned her. From the sounds she was making, he knew she loved when he treated her like his personal fuck pet.

He felt himself come close to finishing, and pushed her head and chest down into the bed. Resting his full weight onto her, he filled her sweet pussy with his cum, filling her until he was dripping out of her.

He leaned in close to her ear, his cock still pulsing inside her.

Good morning, was all he said as he pulled out of her.

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