I was introduced to Sarah by a friend from high school, who was in her sorority. I never expected a girl like her to be interested in a dorky guy like me, until they invited me to come to a football game. She teased and flirted with me all morning, until I was going mad with desire. We didn’t even make it into the stadium. I was more than a little buzzed when she led me by the hand back to her dorm, giving a little smile and an excuse to her friends that she wasn’t feeling well.
She kicked off her shoes as she came through the door, and I went, clumsily, to kiss her, but she stopped me with a laugh. I was confused, but she stepped close to me and rested her hands on my hips looking up at me with a demure look in her eyes.
“Did she tell you that I have… different taste in men?”
I could only shake my head. She hadn’t really told me anything, just introduced us and left it at that.
“Good…” She started to rub my hips, and slide her hands up and down my side and back. I leaned down towards her, but still she pulled her face away from my kiss. “See, I like sweet guys. Eager guys. The sort of guy who’ll drop to his knees and eat me for hours if that’s what I want, or just sit and rub my feet while I study. Or… whatever else I might want. Are you that kind of guy?”
I tried to go in for another kiss, and she slid her hand up along my side until she cupped the back of my head. I thought I was going to get that kiss, but she shifted her grip around the side of my head, wrenching my ear painfully back.
“I said, are you that kid of guy?” Her voice was angry, and her eyes flashed. My vision blurred, more than it already was, and she didn’t let up with her grip.
“Jesus Christ, fuck, yes, please. STOP IT!” I had tears in my eyes by the time she released her grip and returned her hand to stroking the back of my head.
“Good boy.” She exerted a light pressure. “Now, on your knees for me.”
I dropped as if I were a puppet with my strings cut, and she smiled the most delighted smile. I felt myself melting inside.
“Oh, it’s going to be such fun breaking you.” I felt a twinge of fear, but it was overborne by lust and anticipation. She turned and slid past me, walking through a tiny hallway towards a door that I assumed lead to her room. She smiled teasingly over her shoulder. “Come.”
I started to get up, but she made a little moue of disappointment; and after a moment’s confusion I laughed and dropped back to my hands and knees to crawl after her, earning another of those smiles.
In her room, I knelt on the carpet by her bed while she rummaged in a drawer; and I stared longingly at her perfect, round ass. She came up with a mess of leather and chains, and dropped them at my feet, then turned back dismissively to the drawer.
“Strip and put those on.” I hesitated a moment, but she ignored me, and I gave in. In seconds I was naked, and trying to sort out what she had given me.
A collar and a pair of cuffs each for ankles and wrists, joined by a network of chains. I removed the chains and put on the cuffs, anklets, and collar; somehow feeling more naked than I had before I put them on.
When I looked back up she had stripped, put on a corset and a sort of artistic leather bikini bottom that was more air than leather, tied her hair back in a ponytail, and a leather belt dangled from her hand. She stepped close and raked her fingers roughly through my hair, nails scraping my scalp. Then she picked up the chains and quickly linked my arms together, with a chain running down from there to my ankles so that I couldn’t stand upright. Another chain clicked onto my collar with a sense of finality.
Then she stepped over to the bed and sat, pulling me after. Without a word she pulled my head to her pussy and I, tentatively, began to lick. I’m not sure how long it lasted. I’d done this just once before, and she seemed disappointed in my inexperience. The hand holding my leash guided me where she wanted me to go, and the other occasionally cracked the belt across my back to keep me focused.
Somehow, even kneeling awkwardly on a hard linoleum floor covered by a shitty Wal-mart rug, with my neck cricked at an awkward angle and a psychotic woman toying with me, I had never been more aroused.
After what seemed like forever, she let go of my head and leaned back, my leash still trailing in her hands while she breathed heavily. I kept licking, but gently, and she smiled, stretching.
“I think you have potential as a fucktoy, but… there’s a test.” She stroked my face with the belt in her left hand. “Have you ever thought about anal?”
I lifted my head from her, realizing only now just how sore my tongue was. “You want me to… fuck your ass? After all this?”
The smile that bloomed on her face was joyful, disbelieving, and tinged with a touch of cruelty. “Oooh you little slut. I am going to have so much fun with you. Stay right there.”
She leapt off the bed, leaving my leash laying there, but taking the belt with her. In a moment she was back, gathering up my leash and twisting me around to face her.
Attached to the straps between her legs was a terrifyingly realistic penis.
My mouth dropped open in surprise, I started to speak… and she took my parted lips as an invitation, shoving the rubber cock deep into my mouth as I protested incoherently. I instantly started to gag and retch, and she laughed at my discomfort, pinning my head back against her bed and laughingly raining abuse on me.
After a few moments she pulled out, and I thought she was letting me catch my breath. But no, she ordered me up on the bed, and I went. In moments she was behind me, her fake cock slick against my ass, and I hard the “pop” of a bottle as she opened a tube of lube and squirted a copious amount onto her hand and began, curtly, to lubricate my ass.
I started to beg her to stop, as she pushed her fingers roughly into my ass with more and more lube. She ignored me, telling me what a slut I was and how much I would love feeling her cock inside me. How I would scream and moan and come like a bitch for her.
In seconds, she was pressing the tip of her strapon against my well-lubricated ass. And now she was gentle. Teasing and stroking my sphincter with its tip while she reached around with her hand to tease and stroke my cock and balls. I realized that my leash was laying on the bed beside my head, and my pleas for her to stop had morphed into helpless, sexual moans.
She gave my ass a firm slap and started to fuck the tip of her dick in and out of my sphincter.
“So you want it, little slut? Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Oh god, Sarah. Why?”
She laughed, and shifted her hands to grip my hips tightly. “I don’t want to hear anything from you except ‘Please fuck me, ma’am.’”
I moaned again, as she sank the tip a little deeper on one thrust. “Oh god.” She slapped me again, harder.
“SAY IT!”
“Oh god, Sarah. Please!” Another slap. “Please fuck me!” Another slap, and she withdrew entirely, but left the tip teasing. “Please fuck me, ma’am!”
“Good slut.” And she buried herself in me to the hilt.
Rebecca resisted the first time I took her. We’d gone together to Richmond for a conference for work, both of us delighted to get out of town on the company dime. She had a clingy ex who wouldn’t take a hint, and I had a stalker-esque neighbor who’d read too much into a onetime hookup.
Our first night in the hotel we were exhausted from the drive down, but decided to get a drink in the hotel bar– two drinks a night were included in the price of each room, so why not?
Two drinks after a long day’s drive had me buzzed, entranced by the line of her neck and the stars tattooed down the side, which she normally concealed with makeup when she had to be super professional. I liked them– they made her seem more real. She had one drink, and sipped it slowly, while I started on my third.
We flirted a bit, gossiped about coworkers, planned for the next day, and bitched about what a shitty little hotel bar this was. When she finished her drink, she decided not to have another and begged off to go to sleep. I decided to have a few more. She shrugged, gave me a hug, and went off to bed.
Two more drinks, and I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I was wasted, and horny, and she was up there asleep, just waiting for me. So I headed up, banged on her door until she woke up, and got her to let me in.
She thought it was funny at first, laughing and making jokes about how I couldn’t hold my liquor. When I kissed her, she responded, teasingly nipping at my lips and making jokes about how I’d finally found some Dutch courage.
When I pressed her back against the bed, kissing her neck, she undulated against me, murmuring my name. Even when I stood up, unbuttoned my pants, and pulled her mouth to my cock she bobbed enthusiastically at first, looking up at me with a slutty twinkle in her eyes.
But when I started to tell the slut my plans for her, how she would service my every need for the next week, wear what I wanted her to wear, suck the dicks I told her to suck, and seduce the drunken sluts I told her to seduce, she got turned off. I tried to tell her that it was just a fantasy, a game I liked to play, but she told me to fuck off and get out of her room.
So I slapped her, and ordered her to get her whore mouth back to work. It took a minute to convince her, but soon she was sucking almost as enthusiastically as she had been at first.
And when, hand tangled in her hair, I pushed her back onto the bed again, ripped down her jeans, and slammed myself inside her, she was as hot and wet as any woman I’d ever had; and oaned twice as loud.
if i went rape baiting in boulder, Colorado right now would anyone come after me? I’d be in a little black dress with no underwear and no bra walking around. DM me or kik me: used_teen
Let me chloroform you. Breathe it in deep knowing that I am going to do whatever I want to you. Wake up in a haze with the video of what we did playing in the background and my cum still dripping out of you onto the mattress.
Word to the wise: chloroform is highly dangerous and has no safe dose! The same dose 10 times in a row can either do nothing, knock you out or kill you.
Date rape drugs like ghb however are much safer! It also has the advantage that once you’ve consented that it isn’t a limit, he can slip it in your drinks at any time without you knowing. You’ll never know when or where it’s coming, it’ll be the biggest surprise when he shows you!
Daddy I want you to stick my paci in my mouth and play with my hair and rub my cheek with your thumb while you cup my face until I’m fast asleep so your hands can start wandering under my shirt and into my little girl undies
Did I tell you that I got super high, fell asleep and woke up with a cock in me?? Apparently it’d been there for awhile too. He fucked me so hard idk how I didn’t wake up sooner. I just laid there and took it like the little slut I am until he grabbed my ass and creampied my pussy so deep. When I woke up I just pretended to be asleep as he whispered what a good little toy I was. He came so hard too. He just stopped and let his cock throb inside me and holy fuck it just felt so good. I’m getting so wet just thinking about it.
Reaction Junkie and I went to a party at Pretty Girl’s place (the girl I have a big ol’ crush on) on Friday. It was surprising for a number of reasons, and hella fun. I drank lots of booze, but managed to avoid getting sloppy.
We made it back to Reaction Junkie’s place fairly late, and the last thing I remember is googling something on his phone and mumbling a response when he asked me a question. The rest of this post is from what he told me in the morning. I woke up and asked about what happened when we went to bed. He told me that I passed out. Then he added, “I fucked you.” I was surprised and mildly uncomfortable until I heard the story. After that, I was turned n.
Reaction Junkie tried to get me to wake up, but I was passed out. He started kissing me, but I mumbled unhappily and turned away. Not to be deterred, he put his hand between my legs. I moaned, which he took as encouragement. He continued rubbing and started kissing me again.
I was clearly into it. So he put a finger inside me. Then another. I was enjoying myself, so he added a third. He fucked me with three fingers while I was passed out, making me moan and turning me on even while unconscious. Just like you would expect from a horny little slut like me.
This is something we’d talked about doing, him taking advantage of me while I’m drunk. He took it just the right amount beyond that by fingering me while I was passed out. The fact that I was passed out is irrelevant. He owns me. I’m here for his pleasure and entertainment.
I love thinking about him using my body like that, enjoying my responses to his touches, knowing that I won’t remember it, but that hearing about it will make my cunt clench.
In fact, writing this got me wet just thinking about it.
I got off twice. Once fantasizing about cuffing Reaction Junkie to the bed, blindfolding him, gagging him, pulling down his pants and underwear and riding him with a vibe pressed against my clit until I came, while telling him how much I enjoy having his cock in me and how I’d been fantasizing about doing all of that. Then I got off a second time thinking about having someone hold me down, fuck my cunt hard and then switch to my ass while I whimpered and protested and begged, “Please, Daddy. It’s going to hurt.” as they slowly pushed their cock into me, stretching my hole and making me groan and moan, telling me that I needed to be brave for them and how good my tight ass felt around their cock.
Last night I went over to Legolas’ place. He was sore from a bike ride over the weekend, so I planned on it being a low key night. I offered to make butternut squash mac ‘n cheese and some kale, and he made us baked potatoes. We chatted while we cooked, he groped me a few times, and it was all very pleasant. Eventually, we were just waiting on the pasta to cook. Legolas asked me if that was all that was left, and when I said it was, he said “Get on your knees.” I smiled and complied immediately. He took out his cock and I got to work, wrapping my lips around it and taking it into my mouth. He allowed me to control the pace at first, but then he grabbed my head and used my mouth like the fuckhole it is. I tried not to pull away and be a good hole for him, even when there was spit all over my face and I wanted to wipe it away. Shortly before the pasta was done, he stopped and pulled his cock out of my mouth. He seemed pretty pleased with himself. I know I was happy to get a chance to be doubly useful in the kitchen.
We took the food up to his room and watched a documentary about atheism on Netflix while we ate because obviously. When we finished, he asked if I had to go. I told him I could stay if he wanted, and he asked, “If I fuck your cunt, are you going going to be a whiny little bitch about it?” I smiled, because I love having him hurt my cunt, and told him that no, I would not be. He grabbed me and dragged me by the hair over to the bed and threw me down on it. Before I really knew what was happening, his cock was in my mouth and he was fucking my face. I did my best to just take the abuse as his cock hit the back of my throat with force. He stopped at one point and as I gasped for air, he asked me “Do you want more of that?” I took a breath and told him that I did want more, which he gladly gave me.
When he stopped fucking my face, I didn’t get more than a few seconds before he pulled me by my hair over to the side of the bed. I knew what was coming, but it’s always a little bit of a shock when his cock slips all the way in when he starts throatfucking me. It hurts and I can’t breathe and it’s scary. I always end up crying at least a little bit from the violence and from having my airway blocked. And I love it when he uses me that way.
Tonight was no different, and he pushed his cock all the way in, making me grip the sheets, struggling not to panic and, more importantly, not to jerk away from him. He used my throat hard, pushing almost until I couldn’t handle any more before letting me up to cough and breathe for a moment before pulling my head back down and sliding his cock back into my throat. He did this repeatedly, slapping me and pulling my hair when I wasn’t taking his cock. When I gagged and half-vomited in my mouth a couple times, he just laughed at me. My face was covered in my own sputum, which is one of my least favorite substances to be covered in. Partway through, he opened his bathroom door so I could watch my hole being violated. As he fucked my throat hard, he commented that I’d improved since he’d started doing this to me. I would have smiled at the compliment if I hadn’t been busy fighting my own body’s natural reaction to pull away when something big is shoved down my throat.
Finally, he stopped abusing my throat and pulled me over to the side of the bed. He lay down in the middle of the bed and said we could take a break. I like to think I earned it. Of course, I wasn’t going to get to just sit back and relax. No, I was to continue using my mouth on his cock. He told me, “If you do it good enough this way, we don’t have to go back to the other way.” I took as much of him as I could, pushing myself and using my tongue at the same time. I was focused on what I was doing, so when he asked, “Have you been giving a lot of blowjobs lately?” it surprised me. I told him I hadn’t been and he said, “You’re better at it.” I appreciated the compliment and went back to servicing him with my mouth.
Either I didn’t do quite good enough a job, despite my improvement, or he just felt like fucking my throat again, because Legolas grabbed my hair and pulled me back over the side of the bed. I shied away once or twice, instinct overtaking my brain for a moment, but then gripped the bed. He held my arms down and slid his cock all the way into my throat. I did my best to just accept the violation, wanting to be good for him. He stopped for a moment and told me, “I’m going to do this for a while longer, then I’m going to fuck your cunt, and then I’m going to cum on your face.” I liked the sound of that plan. Not that it mattered, since he wasn’t asking if I was okay with him doing those things, he was telling me what was going to happen.
He fucked my throat for a while longer, and when he finally finished, I coughed and caught my breath for a moment. I took out my tampon and sat back on the bed. “Spread your legs for me.” I opened my legs, hesitating only a little, both looking forward to and dreading the pain I would be getting. “Look how wet you are,” he told me. And I was. I was wet enough for him to get his cock in, just from having my mouth and throat abused. He pushed in, making me wince, and started fucking me hard. He looked down at me, alternating between moaning with pleasure and grimacing from pain and discomfort. “Do you feel like a third wave feminist now?” he asked me. I said “yes,” and I did. I felt like a silly woman who gives men whatever they want under the guise of being “empowered.” In reality, I know I’m just fulfilling my role as a woman, having my holes used for the entertainment and pleasure of men.
In the middle of hurting me with his cock, he slowed and started thrusting less deeply. “See?” he said, “I can make it feel really good.” He pushed a finger in my mouth and started rubbing my clit while he was fucking me. Now I was just getting pleasure, and I started moaning a little, although I was still jumpy, sure that he was going slap me in the face at any moment. He asked me if I was going to get off, and I told him I didn’t have permission. He pointed out that I can always ask him and see what the answer might be. I asked if I could please have permission, and he asked if I was going to get off. I responded that I thought maybe I could, but that I didn’t want to take time from him doing something else. He told me that he was doing exactly what he wanted with me and I shouldn’t worry about it. “Just sit there and look pretty,” he said, making me laugh, “And laugh at my jokes.”
Well, even a dumb cunt like me can do that, so I relaxed as he started working on my clit. “Let’s bring in some help,” he said, and grabbed his Hitachi and put a condom on it. (Ladies, try not to date men who don’t own their own Hitachis.) He pressed the Hitachi against me and started fucking me again. He was giving me the D and the Hitachi. I did get close, and normally I would have been able to get off without much difficulty with treatment like that, but I’ve been having some depression-caused sex drive issues that are accompanied by orgasm difficulties. Eventually, I stopped him and explained that I didn’t think I was going to be able to get off. He was very understanding and told me I had nothing to worry about. “I was going to ruin it anyway,” he told me. What a sweet guy. How did I get so lucky?
He said he’d been getting close and started fucking me again. Looking at me, he asked, “As long as I’ve known you, you’ve given me whatever I want from you. Why?” “Because you give me a little attention,” I responded. That’s the truth. I’m desperate, and I’ll do pretty much anything a man asks of me, just for a bit of the male attention and approval I crave. Legolas commented that getting fucked hurts more when he does it from behind, and made me flip over. He pushed back into me and started fucking me, making it hurt. From behind it’s less of a mix of pleasure and pain, and more just plain suffering. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head up, his cock slamming into my cunt and making me cry out in pain.
He pulled out and tossed me a towel to put under my head. Kneeling over me, he stroked his cock while I licked his balls and rubbed my cunt. He had me stop and instructed, “Beg me not to cum on your face.” I don’t feel like I’m very good at begging, but I wasn’t about to refuse. “Please don’t cum on my face. I don’t want you to. It’s going to be a mess. Please don’t. No, please! Don’t cum on my face!” I pleaded. Legolas grabbed my head and covered my face in his cum as I begged him not to. It was incredibly hot to have him want me to ask him not to do something and then, of course, do it anyway. I really like having my desires ignored and even actively violated.
“I almost believed you didn’t want me to do it,” he said as he wiped himself off. I’m glad my begging was satisfactory, if not prizewinning. We cleaned off ourselves and I got dressed. We took the food downstairs and I did the dishes, like a woman should do. Legolas told me a couple times that he really enjoyed the evening. I did as well. I’d been feeling depressed and mopey and antisocial, and my sex drive has been mostly dead. Obviously I’m not completely fixed, but I feel rejuvenated and more like my old self. Happier.
Sometimes you just need a night of delicious vegan food, being treated like a set of holes, and getting fucked. Hard.
I get hurt pretty frequently, and that’s often done via impact play. When I saw this gifset, though, I realized that I rarely get spanked or hit on the ass, and it’s been ages since someone made me bend over their knees or lay across their lap and spanked me like a naughty little girl.
I think part of why I want to be spanked is that it can be seen as humiliating. Children get punished that way. Making me, a grown woman, bend over your knee and receive the same kind of punishment a little girl might get is insulting, infantalizing, and belittling. Especially when you run your finger along my cunt and comment on how wet I am and how much I’m enjoying it, playing with my clit and pushing your fingers into me, making me moan. Maybe you make a comment about how this is the proper punishment for me, since women are basically children, anyway. I start to protest, but you stop me and, instead, order me to agree. You spank me again until I cry out, “You’re right. Women have the emotional and intellectual abilities of children.” You stop hitting me and tell me to continue as you press a vibrator against my clit as I say “We need men to keep us in line and teach us how to behave. Spanking is the right way to punish a woman. We need the pain to drive the lesson home. Being hurt helps us learn.” As I continue speaking, saying more and more misogynistic things, you point out how much I’m moaning and whining, calling me a “gender traitor” and telling me I’m taking feminism two steps back. Finally, you tell me to cum, to get off to all of the awful things I’m saying about women. A moment later, you feel the orgasm hit me as I shake against you.
There’s also the roleplaying/ageplay related aspects of it. I could be the naughty Catholic high school girl who gets sent to the principal’s office. When I enter the room, you make me bend over your desk and spank me as punishment for talking during class. As you do, I’m ashamed to feel my pussy getting wet and warmth growing between my legs. When you’re done, you tell me my panties are a violation of the dress code, “Take them off and hand them to me.” I hesitate, knowing that if I do, you’ll feel that they’re wet. You sternly say, “Now.” And I bend down, slipping them off. When I give them to you, you feel how soaked they are. “Why are these wet? you ask, already knowing the answer. "I…I don’t know, sir,” I respond, embarassed about my arousal response to being spanked. “Bend back over the desk,” you instruct me. I comply, anxious and excited for what might come next. You begin spanking me again, this time on my bare bottom. I squirm and a moan escapes before I can stop it. I hear you chuckle softly. You run your hand down my ass and push it between my legs. I gasp, shocked that you’re touching me like that. When I start to protest, you shut me up by pushing two fingers into my aching pussy. I moan again, and you say, “What a dirty little slut you are. Pussy soaked, moaning with the principal’s fingers inside you. Tell me you’re a slut.” I hesitate, and you pull your hand away, giving me a sharp smack on the ass. “I’m a slut! I’m a slut!” I yelp. “Good,” you say. I hear the sound of a zipper and start to turn around, “Sir, what are you doing?” You grab my hair and push my head against the desk, “Did I say you could move, slut?” “No, sir,” I whimper. “Then don’t move. As for what I’m doing, I’m treating you how girls like you deserve. Giving you a punishment that might actually stick, since you’re a perverted slut and enjoy being spanked.” Before I can respond, you grab me by my hair and pull me to the ground. “Get on your knees, slut.” Shaking with arousal and not a little fear, I obey. “Now,” you say, pushing your cock between my lips, “Let’s see if you can’t do something more useful with that mouth of yours than disrupt class.”
I also like the dd/lg dynamic that could be in play for spanking. Instead of being treated like a naughty little girl, I would be a naughty little girl, getting punished in an appropriate way. Of course, after I was suitably spanked and had learned my lesson, you tease and play with my cunt and ass until I’m begging to cum. Instead, you throw me on the bed, undoing your pants. You grab me and push your cock into my tight cunt. I yelp as you start fucking me, making it hurt. I get used to the feeling and am just starting to get into it when you pull out. I whine, but then feel you pressing against my ass. I try to scramble away, but you grab me and shove into me, stretching me. I gasp and say, “No, Daddy, please! It hurts!” You ignore my begging and continue pushing into my unlubed hole. You tell me, “Hush. Be brave for Daddy. Don’t you want to be a brave, good little girl? I know you do.” I whimper, but stop begging you to stop. After a moment that feels much longer, you say, “You’re such a good girl. Daddy’s all the way inside you.” Before I can respond, you start fucking my ass, grabbing a handful of my hair, pulling my head up. I cry out, saying, “Oh, Daddy, please! It hurts so much.” But I don’t try to get away. I want to be a good girl for you. After a moment, I’m used to it enough to push back against you. At that moment, you slam into me and stay there, cumming in my tight little ass. I hear you grunt and moan, and that’s the final straw. I cum, and cum hard. As we both collapse into the bed, I say, “Thank you, Daddy.”
PS. Oops this kinda turned into a set of mini-fantasies instead of just a comment about wanting to get spanked. I’m guessing that’s okay with y'all.
