#stemming-deg

C/W: Orientation play/ cuckery

Is it gross that I'd fuck a dyke's bisexual girlfriend if she needed me to? There'd be no shame in it. Not really. She doesn't have what I have, and that's okay. We'd still be really, really good friends.

Except everytime I'd come over, I'd fuck the shit out of her wife.

She'd walk into her own home just to hear the loud, feral moans of her wife being fucked by a man. And she'd do nothing about. No, she'd walk into her bedroom and watch my thick, heavy cock split apart her wife like she's nothing but a sex toy. Long, deep, disrespectful thrusts into her wife.

And she'd like it.

I'd greet her casually, plowing her the love of her life into their marital bed. My balls slapping against that perfect ass as I tell them how she was built to be fucked by a cock. That she built to be bred. I'd casually ask for a drink, she watches my icky, man hands grope and maul at her wife. Memories of their wedding day flashing past her mind as she'd watch my lips pressed against hers. Just like theirs on their wedding day.

There'd be something so disrespectful about cumming inside her. Especially in front of her wife. Casual, gross disrespect as I smile pleasantly at the transfixed dyke. Watching her eyes stare at her gorgeous wife's abused little cunt. My cum dripping out of it. Like some cheap, used sex toy.

C/W: More of an extreme flavour of misogyny, Degradation, Anal, Slapping

It'd be so hot looking at the faces she makes as I tell her to continue edging her pathetic cunt while I push into her ass. Her eyes flickering down as she watches the length of my cock disappear inside her, desperately rubbing herself as a distraction.

Soft, feminine moans turning into gutteral groan. "You can do it, sweetheart. You can do it because your pleasure doesn't really matter, does it?" I'd say, my hands casually groping her, treating her like some cheap fuckmeat as I stretch out her ass.

"Oh fuck... you worthless cunt. Just keep rubbing. This is all you're good for. I know it's so fucking degrading and debasing but don't think about it. Just rub your braincells away, you dumb whore. Good girl. That's a really good girl. Just keep edging, my little anal fucktoy."

Groaning as my balls tap against her, my dick buried in her impossibly tight fuckhole. Gently jerking off inside her as she struggles with my size. Pinching and lightly slapping at her tits, casually telling her how I'd have to get her implants. God, I bet her needy, drooling cunt would clench at that. Being told she isn't good enough. Being told she'd be customised to my needs.

"You were telling me earlier... something about feminism? Something about how women deserve rights and freedom? How they shouldn't be chained to a man as soon as possible? Do you want to carry on telling me about that?"

Her eyes would quiver but in quiet words, she'd begin to talk about women's rights. How she's choosing to do this because she feels empowered.

Fat globules of spit land on her face, cutting her short. She bites her lips, trembling as I thrust into her ass again. Fuck, listening to her talk with my spit splattered across her teary face would drive me feral. I'd give it a few more moments before—

SLAP

Casually backhanding her as she talks about feminism.

"Did you choose that?"

She fights back tears as she nods.

"And if I had you slap yourself... you'd be choosing that, right? Because you want to."

And so she'd carry on talking, interrupting herself with sharp slaps to her own face. Words dripping away until she can no longer think. Cunt too needy, brain too empty, face stinging with pain.

"Fuck... you look so much like a worthless fucking whore. Only the stupidest of sluts would slap herself like that. God, that's so funny," I'd whisper, feeling my balls churn with hot cum.

"Tell me what you are."

"And again."

"Again."

"Oh fuckkkk."

Cumming in her ass, a thumb on her clit, a hand on her throat, as she tells me what a worthless piece of fuckmeat she is. What a silly, cock-taking anal fleshlight she is. Babbling on and on about how inferior and brainless she is. Thanking me for using her and hurting her.

C/W: Dykebreaking

I think I could edge you straight.

Strap you down to a chair, your wrists behind your back, your legs spread apart, your cunt wrapped in a pair of panties. No self-respecting lesbian would get wet at a man touching her, would they? No, of course not.

Not even if he drew circles around your clit or pressed a vibrator against your cunt. Your breath going ragged as you glare at me, your cunt beginning to glisten under those slutty panties. You know I'd laugh at you when they start to darken, right? Poor little dyke cunt getting wet because a man's touching her.

And then I'd properly start edging you. Flicking up the settings on that vibrator as I lick at your lips, quickly nipping your neck. Just a poor little dyke that so badly needs to cum. But dykes don't cum to men, do they?

No, you'd writhe in your binds, your morals buckling with each passing second. Strong, veiny, manly hands holding you in place. A thumb in your mouth. A hand on your throat. A man touching you. Dominating you.

And then I'd point out how wet your panties are. How big that dark spot's grown. How sloppy that needy little cocksleeve cunt of yours must be. You wouldn't be able to deny it then and that's okay. I'd tell you that you're allowed to cum.

But only if you tell me how fucking pathetic you are, as a woman. How your tits were made for the male gaze and nothing else. How dykes are just porn for men. How your asshole was made for a man's cock. You'd do that for me, wouldn't you? Yeah you would.