dirt violence is foreplay

Bear bf who holds you still while he fingers your cunt, slapping it when you try and look away from the reflection

Bear bf who punishes you for cumming so quickly, laying you across his lap and spanking you

Bear bf who eats you out, rewarding himself for being so good to you— kissing your thighs, basically making out with your tdick, pulling your leash when he feels you shiver away— only stopping when he's had his fill of you.

Until that college party where I "lost" a bet and dropped My dick with a thud onto the beer pong table. I know how to pick My targets. The size queens' eyes always flare wide, their breath catches for just a moment, and they don't blink until I put it away a few seconds later. you didn't know that you did these things, but I did.

you were an easy mark at future parties. I'd find chances to make bets with you. I saw your tits a few times when I won them, and you got more and more enamored with My cock. your boyfriend was two states away and I knew when you went back to your dorm you weren't thinking about his cock as you orgasmed yourself to sleep.

Soon I started walking you home "for safety", and giving you a free peek at it before you went inside. One night I offered to let you hold it. I heard your breath hitch when the weight lay in your hand.

Then one night when you were extra drunk, I bet you that it couldn't fit in your mouth. Excited and challenged, you dropped to your knees in the snow and took it. Only you didn't stop when you won the bet. you kept licking, sucking, gagging. your instincts kicked in and good girls don't stop before the job is done. I gripped your head tightly as I pumped a full load deep into your mouth. you held it there, showed it to Me, and then swallowed every drop without breaking eye contact. I pulled you to your feet and led you inside. you didn't try to stop Me. you didn't even care that we clearly woke your roommate up while we shook the screws out of your cheap bunk.

In the morning, you woke up sober and filled with regret. you cried for the loss of your purity and loyalty as you put your face into the pillow and arched your back, begging for another round before I left. you sobbed all weekend as you played with your needy, traitorous cunt, thinking of how amazing My cock was and how much you wish it had belonged to your boyfriend.

you're not a bad person. you'd have been loyal for life is only he was bigger...better...thicker...

I'm not questioning your abilities! I've just never met a girl who can do it for Me. It's nothing personal. Here, I poured us another.

I don't know why you're all bent out of shape about this. Listen, I'll let you try it. It won't mean anything. 30 seconds, you can try to get it down your throat. you'll see what I'm talking about. I'll make you a bet. If you can't deepthoat it, I get to put it in your pussy. If you're so sure of your abilities then there's no risk. I got us another round.

princess, this feels amazing but you've been bruising the entrance of your throat against the head of My cock for five minutes. It's not happening. It's time to pay up. Not giving up yet? Suit yourself. Here, take another drink.

Finally giving in? you were pretty determined. you've been drooling on My dick for over an hour without any luck. I know you love your boyfriend but I'm pretty sure he's never gotten sloppy head from you for an hour. Just trying to prove you're right? I'm not sure that would help him feel better. Anyway, a deal's a deal. I know you didn't expect to lose, but you shouldn't have made the bet if you couldn't pay up. Take a few shots to get over the fact that I'm about to fuck that loyal pussy of yours. you've seen what I'm working with. you might want to take a couple more to get over the fact that you're going to cum for Me as well.

eventually he asks if you want to hit his bong, like a real man does, and you feel so fuzzy you barely think twice before you are nodding and he reaches for the bong. you try not to think about the way he almost certainly placed the bong in his lap on purpose, and instead you lean down, your head seemingly inches from his dick as you take one hit, then another, then another. soon you’re far too high to think straight, and the questions he’s been asking you about your life have gotten more and more personal, him asking you about how long you’ve been on t for. at one point he makes an offhand comment about how hard he found to adjust his technique for jerking off to accommodate his new growth, and you cock your head. “don’t tell me your still touching it like you would pre t” he says, his eyes lighting up with amusement.

you nod out of embarrassment and slowly you watch him move his hands away from the bong, trailing up your legs until they reach your waist, dipping his fingers into the waistband of your sleep boxers. “someone’s gotta teach you, poor thing”, he pulls your boxers down, revealing your swollen tdick, placing a hand on you and teasing your puppy parts slowly as you writhe under the new sensations.