shy kitty 👉👈

Then delete the pics!

While I was masturbating today, I was imagining you. Each of your wrists, bound and suspended, arms stretched wide. And my cock was hanging heavy and stiff in front of me. And I approached you. And I wrapped your hair in my hands in loose pigtails, one half of your hair loosely coiled in each of my hands.

And I guided your head to the tip of my cock. I offered it to you slowly at first, letting you explore the head with your lips and tounge, letting you taste my precum.

Then I get impatient, and start pressing deeper, more roughly. Forcing my way further and further into your throat. Hair, clenched in each hand, yanking your head down onto my penis, using your face like a fleshlight.

And as I imagined this, I had such an incredible orgasm. The orgasm I posted about this evening. I thought I'd let you know how good it was so that you could enjoy it too. 🥰

🎱

Ohh hellloooooo. :-)

I’m filing a formal complaint because I was trying to have a productive day and then you went and wrote that. 🥵 You certainly succeeded in ruining my ability to think straight for a little while, ngl… 🫣

Thank you for taking the time to write something so thoughtful and delicious. It definitely made me blush!! ( and wet )

Every time you make a mistake, every time you say something silly, every time you forget something, there’ll always be this thought in back of your head:

Am I actually getting dumber???

The more you try to resist it, the more you’ll think about it and the more it will fuck you up.

Why didn't I know that? Did I not study enough? Am I just having a bad day? Or is it because my lil girl brain got fucked? >_<

Cunt

Pathetic Cunt

Dirty Cunt

Slut

Pathetic Slut

Dumb Slut

Dumb

Dumb Whore

Whore

Internet Whore

Dumb Bitch

Bitch

Rapehole

Hole

Tits

Cocksleeve

Cumdump

Fucktoy

Fuckmeat

one day, I catch a glimpse of the girl as she's leaving, and I notice a lesbian flag pin on her bag. that can't be right, there's no way he's good enough to convince a dyke to go straight for him. I try to ignore it, but afterwards, I can't get it out of my head.

after a few days I have a moment of boldness and outright ask him, "was that last girl you brought over a lesbian?"

he smiles and says "so you noticed, huh? most of the girls I fuck are lesbians, actually. you'd be surprised how slutty they can be for the right man."

I'm speechless. one dyke is one thing, but he must have fucked a dozen of them at least. I can feel my face heating up.

"what?" he says. "are you curious too? it's okay, most dykes secretly are."

if any other man called me a dyke, I'd punch them out. but when he says it, there's an undeniable pulse between my legs. "I- no? I don't know."

my back hits the wall. when did he get so close?

"of course you don't know. none of you ever know what you want until I show you. but I know what I want. you wanna know what that is?" he puts his hands on either side of me, trapping me against the wall. "I want to put my cock in your mouth. I want to fuck your throat until you gag, and then I want to pound your cunt like the whore you are. I know you've been listening. I know you want it too."

I gulp. "I- I don't like men."

"oh don't worry, you don't have to like men to like cock. it'll be our little secret. you can keep telling all your little friends you're a man hating dyke. i'll be the only one who knows the truth. so go on, slut. on your knees."

You don't need a brain. You need to stick your tongue out and massage my cock with your throat.

Feel that? It's your own saliva spreading down your face as I rest my nuts on your face. You don't need to think about anything else but how you're going to worship my cock.

Unfortunately it didn’t work out with the guy who first broke me. He conveniently decided he was gonna focus on himself days before we were set to go on a second date. He also told me that how horny I was for him after that night scared him. Weaker than I thought. Honestly it pissed be off and really brought out the angry butch in me again.

So I went extra hard with it, doubled down on going to the gym, got a haircut to feel extra butch, and started trying to flirt with girls again. But I just couldn’t make myself get invested in them, not even enough to get them to bed!

I gave in. Returned to dating apps and set up a meet with a cute guy. Just drinks I told myself. We don’t have to do anything. Part of me hoped it would suck so I could be convinced to stop seeking men.

We talked for a couple hours over drinks, went and got some cheap food together. I got more and more tempted, couldn’t stop looking at his gorgeous lips…

Turns out his apartment was literally across the street from the bar we were in. I went back with him. Didn’t take a whole shower this time, just went in the bathroom to freshen up. He stuck a YouTube video on as background noise.

He started kissing me, shoved his hands up my shirt to play with my tits. I couldn’t stop making such cute little moans as he teased my nipples. I let him suck them for a while.

He got me to huff his balls until I felt drunk off his manly musk. While he jerked off in my face.

I’d told him I enjoyed showing off, so he had me kneel down at the end of the bed and shake cake for him. He jerked off watching me, then started slapping his cock on my ass. He said “yeah? You like shaking that dyke ass for cock?” And kissed my neck. I moaned back that yes, I did.

He flipped me over and fucked me in mating press. His dick wasn’t as long as the last guy but it was so much thicker it felt amazing. He kept telling me how cute I looked, how I was made for this.

He said “you worship cock, don’t you little dyke?” And I moaned back that yes, I worship cock.

He didn’t cum in me. Said he’d save that for the next time to keep me coming back.

We cuddled and napped together afterwards. It was so nice. Felt so warm and safe.

I couldn’t stay the night, he was hosting friends to watch the game. We got dressed and he walked me down to the gate of the building. When we got down there he told me the next train was in ten minutes and slapped my ass hard.

There were people outside the building smoking, and if they didn’t see, they definitely heard.

So I left, went back home feeling so good and satisfied but wanting more.

He text me later that he’d love to do it again, but reaffirmed that he doesn’t want a relationship (he’d been honest with that from the start). That he only wants to be friends with benefits. He encouraged me to find other men to be with between our sessions.

I’ve already got a few more I’m talking to pretty well. I’ll be back with future updates.

(Previously)

Really, this is even better. You got dumped by the man who took your gold star (and "you wanted me too much" really is one of the more ridiculous reasons I've ever heard), and tried to give men up again in response - tried, and failed.

The new haircut is a cute touch, I think. Just enough to make it very apparent to those men what they're conquering. Just enough that it's impossible for them to forget that it's a dyke who's worshiping their cocks and getting drunk on the smell of their balls.

“Meow.”

The man jumps. Unnoticed, a small catgirl lays curled up on the floor below the sill. “Meow” she squeaks again, unfurling her naked body. Her dirty blonde tail catches the sunbeam. “Hey! Where did you come from…” She crawls towards him and nuzzles her face against his jeans. “…you’re not supposed to be here, are you lost? Missing?” The catgirl lays at his feet.

Shower water runs over his toned body. He scrubs his body. Usually he would still be thinking about work. Today he thinks about his uninvited guest. Underneath the faucet, the man doesn’t hear the bathroom door open. Insistent meowing catches his attention. The girl sits on the bathmat, watching him bathe. “Silly kitty…”

The cat watches him dry off. She follows him to his room and watches him put on fresh clothes. She watches him sit down on the couch and make a phone call. Laying across his lap, she nibbles on his fingers. The phone at the sanctuary rings two dozen times before someone picks up.

“Uhh… we’re kind of overflowing with catgirls right now… It’s pretty much chaos down here… Hey, put that down! That’s not going to fit there! I’m sorry, can you keep her for a few days until we have some more space?”

The man hangs up. “Looks like you’re going to be staying here for a bit…” She gnaws on his hand. “Meow meow…”

A small dish of food and another for water. The girl’s round ass sticks up in the air as she slurps up her dinner. He can’t help but watch it wiggle. Fluffy tail dances around with little jiggles of her butt. “At least it looks like you’ve been getting fed.” She lets out a happy trill. Stretching out her back, her tail flops up. Her juicy thighs spread open, showing him her pussy. “Meow…” The man stares as he watches her eat.

He assembles a small nest of blankets on his bedroom floor. The catgirl ignores it and hops into his bed instead. “Hey, that’s not yours.” The man chides the small pet. She gives him a blank stare then curls up on the mattress. He folds immediately. Taking off his clothes, the man climbs into bed with the naked girl. “Fine. Good night, kitty.” He turns out the light.

Fifteen seconds of silence and darkness. The catgirl pounces on him. “OOF!” He gasps in surprise. She bounces off the bed to the floor, then back up again. In the confusion, she wiggles underneath the covers. “Hey! What’s gotten into you?” He can feel her soft body rubbing against him. He feels her hard teeth sink into his foot. “OW!”

The light is switched back on. She plays innocent, flopping onto her back and spreading her legs. “You little miscreant…” The catgirl grins. “You want to play, is that it?” She mews softly, pawing at her thighs.

An old drawstring from some worn out sweatpants dangles in front of the kitten’s face. Her bored expression stares past the string. “You wanna play?” The man wiggles the makeshift toy. She baps at it once and lets off a disappointed mew. “Look, that’s all we have. Maybe I can get you a different toy tomorrow, but it’s late.”

The catgirl flops onto her side and stretches out her body. She nuzzles her face against his bare cock. “Mew mew…” The man breathes deeply. His cock starts to swell against her cheeks.

“Kitty…” He mumbles. The girl’s mouth opens and latches onto his cock. The man gasps softly. Rolling fully onto her back, she sucks on the kneeling man. His eyes roam down her chin, across her neck, her pretty tits, her wet pussy. His cock fills her throat. A faint bulge in her airway as the catgirl works him deeper.

It’s been a while. A low groan escapes his lips. The kitty starts to masturbate. He can’t help but grope the stray kitten’s tits. His hips start to rock, slowly thrusting into her mouth. She rubs faster. Spit smears her face. The man is moments away from cumming in her throat.

The catgirl pops her lips off his dick. She rolls onto her hands and knees and hops off the bed. “Hey, where are you going…?” The kitty curls up in her blanket bed on the floor. “…seriously…?” He watches her start to fall asleep. His cock aches. Following her to the nest, he strokes himself over her naked body. “Hey, come on, you’re almost done… Finish me off.”

She doesn’t move. A slight yawn. “Come on… just like you were doing…” The catgirl doesn’t respond. His dick twitches in his hand. Hesitantly, the man holds her hair and pushes his cock back into her mouth. She doesn’t resist, resuming her sucking. He keeps a grip on her, panting as her little tongue works along his shaft.

He’s close again. She sucks faster. The man relaxes and releases his hold on the kitty. Her mouth slides off and she rolls over. “God damn it, you little brat, keep sucking…” The girl stares up at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I said suck, kitty.” She doesn’t move. “Spread your legs.” The catgirl stays curled up in her blankets.

Frustrated, the man climbs on top of her. Pushing her legs open, he can feel her become putty in his hands. The kitten gives no resistance. His swollen cock rubs against her wet pussy. One good thrust and he’s deep inside the catgirl. “Mew…” She whimpers. He pins her wrists above her head. The girl doesn’t push back at all.

She takes his cock like a ragdoll. The man takes out his sexual frustration on the little cat. She’s the warmest thing he’s ever stuck his cock in. Letting go of her arms, he focuses on thrusting into her. The catgirl starts to squirm away. “No you don’t.” He growls, grabbing her by the hips. Immediately she goes limp in his hands. Keeping his hold, she lets him pound into her.

Faster and faster, he starts to worry about the docile kitten. Her eyes closed, he can’t read her expression. He feels her quivering. “Is that too rough, kitty?” Short weak gasps. “Me-meow…” He thumps a bit harder, still holding her hips. “What does that mean?” The kitten’s eyes open, her expression is dazed and blurry.

The man leans in close to her, feeling her quivering again. I hope this isn’t too much. Poor little thing. He presses his lips into her neck. He feels that slow shudder. She’s purring.

The kitten twitches. Fingernail claws dig into his chest. He feels her soak his cock. The catgirl makes biscuits on his chest as he ruts into her. Tiny pathetic squeaks and meows float to his ears. The kitten cums. He kisses her flushed face as he finishes deep in the pet’s warm cunny. Tangled in each other, they sleep in the blankets on the floor.

A little bell jingles as she sprints around the house. Her pink collar is tight around her neck. She somersaults across the living room floor. The man talks to the owner of the sanctuary over the phone.

“I’m glad you’re going to keep her. I don’t think we could handle another right now. The poor dogboys are exhausted.”

He hangs up the phone and pats his lap. “Here, kitty.” She frolicks on the carpet, ignorning him. The man lets out a short sigh. Standing up, he walks over to the collared girl. “Bend over for me, okay darling?” She flops around on the floor instead.

But it might get you alone and split its shell open for all its tentacles to fly out. Binding to keep you from running, caressing your body and fucking every hole you’ve got for hours on end. If you’re lucky, when it’s finished it’ll secrete a substance to knock you out and make you forget about the last few hours, leaving you somewhere and pretending it had nothing to do with your mystery ordeal

But if you’re unlucky (or I guess lucky based on your perspective), it’ll decide it likes you a bit TOO much, sealing its shell with you inside of it with no problem thanks to its size. As it goes back to its daily life, no one will suspect a thing while its tentacles violate all your holes 24/7. Even if you tried to scream, what little sound you could get past the tentacle in your throat will be muted by its shell. The people just inches away from you on the train won’t hear a thing

Option 1: Just a few days. When it’s satisfied, it’ll knock you unconscious to spit you out somewhere (maybe in your own home). You’re confused, delirious and disoriented, barely able to remember what happened. The several days of being used by tentacles is clear in your memory, but it’s hard to recall when it started and you have no idea how you got back. If you happen encounter the monster again, you won’t suspect a thing from that person who’s seemingly normal in every way

Option 2: Weeks to months. As time goes on, you’ll barely be able to think about anything other than the tentacles. Touching you, filling your body, writhing and squirming so deep inside against places that were never meant to be touched like that. At some point you’ll probably stop struggling. Losing track of time when every day you’re ravaged by tentacles from the inside out until you pass out. Then you’re woken by the same thing, never ending. When it finally spits you out, it’ll probably be a lot harder to return to normal life. If you encounter the monster again, maybe you’ll feel something strange in your gut. You don’t have proof that it’s them, but you fear having your body violated when you get too close. Or maybe you’re aroused by the thought now, body aching at how empty it feels

A/N: This a continuation of this story.

The minotaur’s toy: promotion

Minotaurs x fem!reader || free use, dub-con, breeding, overstimulation, double penetration, knotting, cum-inflation, sharing is caring

After “the incident” it was clear that they weren’t mindless beasts, they were more bull than human, but they know what they were doing and they had fun with you. And you also confirmed that their dicks felt so good inside of you that you were now addicted. Apparently, their cum could not only help you stretch for their girth, but also heal your abused insides as they fucked you over and over. You didn’t know how much time you spent being their fucktoy, they probably fucked you for hours as all your coworkers watched and laughed at your messy pussy being filled over and over, as your limp body having orgasm after orgasm until you were no more than a hole filled to the brim.

It should have been embarrassing, it should have bothered you, but it didn’t. You didn’t mind everyone knowing how much of a slut you were. It was true after all. Also, after that, you became some kind of legend between your coworkers, and instead of firing you as you feared, they decided to give you a promotion. You were, finally, one of the bath-helpers you wanted to find out more about.

The rumors about the bath-helpers were true, they had to wear tiny bikinis if anything (most of them decided not to wear anything at all) to help the minotaurs during their bath-time. They got them all wet and horny seeing the lush human bodies around them, so most of the time they humans had to kneel before them and receive a couple of cum showers, which they did gladly. But in your case it was… a bit different.

They were so impressed by your breeding performance that they added a few new points to your contract. You were sure none of the other people working there had those clauses, but you didn’t even care as long as you were free to do that, free to be used and fucked every time a minotaur decided. Why would you not be okay to be a free use cum-dump bath-helper? That sounded delicious. Just thinking about it got you wet. It fed right into your obsession with minotaur dick, that got even worse after you tried it. Maybe you were a bit sick, but who cared if you could indulge in your desires and be rewarded for it?