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‘Whoa, baby, easy there. I didn’t know you were such a lightweight.’
‘I’m not,’ I slur indignantly, swaying as we reach the doorway to my room. ‘I am not drunk, I am freeee!’
He catches me as I go to lunge forward to accentuate my remark, and he chuckles. ‘Yeah, I can see that. Let’s get you into bed, huh honey?’
‘Yeah. Yeah, okay,’ I nod, my head spinning. I’m feeling sleepy and dumb but not quite like I want to go to bed yet. Everyone else is still partying.
He walks me over to the bed and I flip down immediately, then fuss over my denim shorts button.
‘You want these off?’
‘Mmh.’
He moves my hands away from my shorts and undoes the button and the zip, and I raise my hips a little to help them off. He discards them on the ground and I throw my hands up above my head on the bed where I am lying. His hands gently start to roam my stomach where my crop top exposes me, feeling my curves and my soft skin.
‘Ooh, what’s this?’ He asks, his voice low. My eyes are closed and I’m half asleep already, but I feel his hand move higher. Im not wearing a bra, and my crop top must have exposed me more than I thought. I don’t really mind, it feels comfy. His hand squeezes and gropes my tits. I mumble something and try to move, but he shushes me. ‘It’s okay, honey. You feel good, huh?’ His hands slide down over my chest and stomach and back up. ‘You want this off too?’ And before I answer, he’s pulled my top over my head and my top half is completely exposed.
‘You look so pretty. Good girl.’
My mind is jumbled from the drinks but I’m starting to think he got me this drunk on purpose. He wanted to touch me. In the moment I kind of don’t mind, but I kind of do — I don’t really know what to think.
The bedroom door opens and he greets whoever walks in.
‘Oh,’ I mumble, ‘you brought a friend to play.’
They both laugh. ‘Yeah I did, baby. My friend and I want to play with you. Doesn’t she look pretty all laid out like this?’
‘She does.’ His friend replies. ‘She looks yummy.’
I feel another set of hands on me, and I dumbly lift my head and look at him. He smiles, and I feel a hand cupping my cheek. I don’t know whose it is, but on instinct I slip the thumb into my mouth and start sucking. He groans.
‘She is a good girl.’
I feel my legs being pushed apart, only my underwear on, and I push back weakly to stop the hand.
‘Ah, ah, ah,’ he scolds me. ‘Just relax.’
He starts to caress my cunt, just a little, and I no longer resist. I suck the thumb a little harder.
‘You want to play with me and my friend?’ He says, and I don’t know if I move or not. I’m too dumb and drunk to know much. Whatever my answer, he pushes my knees back together and slides my underwear off.
Both the guys explain in surprise.
‘Did you see that!’ Says one.
‘I did.’ The other one smirks.
I look down to my legs and see a trail of my excitement leading off from my cunt to where he holds my underwear.
‘She’s a wet little girl, she wants this so bad.’ Says one of them, and gropes my tits more.
He slides his fingers to my wet cunt, and I whimper. He exhales deeply. ‘You like us playing with you, huh? You like this, you dumb baby.’ He starts to stroke my cunt, going faster and faster and I can hear the wet sounds it’s making. I hadn’t realised there’s a phone about a metre from my face. His friend is recording.
‘Say cheese, baby girl.’ He grins, aiming the camera at my face. On instinct, I drop the thumb out of my mouth and loll my tongue out, crossing my eyes. They both laugh, and he slaps me in the face. ‘Good little whore.’
The pressure on my clit is increasing and so is the fire in my lower belly. He’s going faster and faster and I can help but moan and pant and grind against the fingers abusing me. He keeps going and going and I can hear myself, I’m loud and whiny and desperate and the feeling in my stomach is so intense I might explode — and then I do, and I moan and whimper as I cum so hard from these two men groping and touching me while I’m too drunk to say no. My orgasm rocks me and they laugh. I open my eyes and see one of them stroking the bulge in his jeans. Pushing through my orgasm, I start to roll onto my side. The second guy pushes me all the way onto my stomach, and puts his face near my knees and spreads my ass cheeks.
‘Oh, look at these pretty little holes.’ He whispers. How did he know that’s one of my favourite sentences? As he inspects both my tight holes I get yet another shivery feeling, down my legs and in my stomach. As intoxicated as I am, I love being inspected with my holes put on display. He slaps my ass and mounts me. ‘My turn.’ He says. He passes the phone to the first guy before slapping the head of his cock on my sensitive little cunt. ‘You’re a puffy, sensitive little baby,’ he mocks as I twitch and gasp whenever the tip touches my swollen clit. He slides his cock in and I gasp — I feel so full — then he pulls it back out and slams it back inside. He fucks me for a while, the head of his cock tapping my cervix, then puts his whole body weight on me as he lies on top of me and reaches one arm between my front and the bed. He slides down and fingers my sensitive clit and I can only mewl and whimper and gasp as the sensation rocks me, the feeling of this man raping and groping me indescribably hot and making me so wet and needy. I beg and cry, desperate for another orgasm, and just as he lets loose in my tight cunt I cum too, clenching around his cock and gasping when he collapses fully on top of me. He pulls out, panting and sneering at me, and slaps my ass.
He stands up and pulls his jeans back on, then motions to his friend. ‘Wanna have a go?’
‘Nah,’ he laughs. ‘I’m gonna be too busy watching this and sending it to the group chat.’
They both snicker and as I sit up, exhausted, they each slap me in the face. ‘Bye, whore.’
They leave me there, naked and blissed out and full of cum, in my bed and shut the door behind them to go join the party.
I can’t help but hope that when I fall asleep in a few minutes they come back and bring even more friends.
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Thinking about you giving me teeny electroshocks somehow while ur inside me and feeling how tight I get every time 🥰
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too often when I’m at work I daydream about your cock pounding my holes and the way you moaned my name when you felt how I tightened around you. my customers are getting frustrated
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you wanna grope me in the elevator? slide your hand quickly up my little skirt and pull my panties to the side and feel my slick little cunt even with that old man standing right in front of me? it doesn’t matter if he sees, right? all that matters is daddy gets what he wants 💞
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you wanna grope me in the elevator? slide your hand quickly up my little skirt and pull my panties to the side and feel my slick little cunt even with that old man standing right in front of me? it doesn’t matter if he sees, right? all that matters is daddy gets what he wants 💞
#somnophilia#cnc#daddy#daddy kink#baby girl#kink#kinky#public kink#fingering#yes daddy#groping#hot#grope#yes please#good girl#good slut#reblog
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I crave to be touched, wanted, loved, groped, in private, in public, anywhere, I want his hands on me, I want people knowing I am his, I am owned, he is my master, my owner and I am small and useful and his, only his.
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A little bit ago you asked me to tell you my rape fantasy. I couldn’t think of it properly at the time, but here it is.
You come to my house at night, I’ve left the door unlocked hoping you’d come. What I didn’t know though, is that you’d bring a few friends. You come quietly into my room and see me sleeping, my blue bear next to me. My fairy lights are on, you can see me easier. You make sure your friends keep quiet and close the door gently behind you. You come to me, one knee on the bed and leaning over me, and slowly pull the blanket off me. I’m only wearing underwear. You quickly use your pocketknife to take care of that, and leave me exposed.
Now you don’t bother being gentle — you want me to wake up. You grab my leg and push it up, pinning me down with the other hand, and I wake up, startled. I try to say something but you push my head down and force yourself into me. I cry out but my voice is muffled. I feel a cold blade by my throat. ‘Keep your mouth shut.’ The blade digs in a little and I whimper. ‘We wouldn’t want your housemates hearing how much you crave to be raped, right?’
You use me a little and I struggle and squirm, in pain and scared. You pull out suddenly and grab me, pulling me up and turning me around, my back to your front, and it’s then when I realise there are three other guys in the room. I nearly squeal — they watched us! — but you hold me still with a hand to my throat. ‘You’re gonna be a useful little set of holes for me and my friends.’ you breathe in my ear. I start to panic, no, no, no, I’m so scared they’ll hurt me, but you know just what to do. You force me down on my back and hold my elbows with your arms, linking your legs around mine and spreading my knees apart. I cannot move, now matter how much I struggle. Shit. Usually I can somewhat move positions or something but this time you’ve got me locked down, holes shamefully on display, and I can do nothing about it. I start to cry.
‘Aww’ your friends laugh. ‘You’re right, she’s cute when she cries,’ one says. He starts unbuckling his jeans and drops them to the floor.
I whimper. ‘Please don’t, please, please.’
‘Shut up, holes.’ You say in my ear. To the boys, you say ‘who’s up first to use the slut?’
The first guy leans over me and against your strong hold I am helpless. He’s big, and rock hard, and I am terrified. I don’t know these guys. He holds onto me and pushes his cock into me. I cry out and try to squirm, but it’s no use. He uses me and slaps me and treats me like a worthless sack of meat. I remind myself that’s what I am, and you kiss a tear from my cheek.
‘Good girl.’ You whisper. ‘Keep being a good cocksocket for Daddy’s friends.’
I can’t help but drip at this. I’m scared and humiliated and sore but I know they’ve noticed I’m wetter than I’ve ever been.
The first guy moans, and grips the headboard behind you. My eyes widen and I struggle — don’t, don’t, please don’t — and he cums in my cunt, warm and wet, and I cry harder.
The other two use me, slapping me and spitting on me when they’re done. I’m so sore. I’m so wet. My legs are aching from me trying to push them closed. And then when they’re done, you let me go. I flop down, panting and shaking. You get up from where you lay behind me.
‘Daddy,’ I say weakly. ‘Was I a good girl?’
‘Oh,’ you start to laugh. ‘You think we’re done with you! How cute.’ The others laugh.
I tremble and try to back away, but you grab me by the hair. I cry out and your hand is around my throat, tight enough to stop me breathing. One hand forces me back down onto my stomach, and you guide your cock to me. Oh no, oh no, oh no — I cry out as you force yourself into my ass, begging for relief.
I think it’s my begging that gets you harder. ‘I told you to shut up,’ you groan. ‘But you sound so pretty when you cry.’
I sob involuntarily, and you thrust hard and fast into me, pulling and pushing on me so it hurts more.
‘You want me to cum in this tight little hole?’
I shake my head desperately. I can’t speak, I’m crying too hard and panicking too much. You punch my ribs, hard, once, twice. I beg silently. Please don’t, please get off me, please don’t hurt me, don’t cum, please —
I hear your breathing stop suddenly behind me and you shudder. I cry out again, and your cum floods my used little hole. The feeling of it leaking out of me and down onto the bed makes me shiver. I’m so embarrassed, I hate this, but oh god, I’m still so wet.
You pull out of me and I gasp at the feeling. I lay there, alone, waiting for another pounding. It never comes. I hear zips behind me, I feel spit landing on my back, and the door opens and closes. You didn’t even kiss me goodbye. But I lie alone, trembling, weak. I can’t stop my hand from reaching down and rubbing on my clit, wishing you’d come back and do it again.
#rape fantasy#cnc#consensual non consent#nsfw#somnophilia#daddy#daddy Dom#good girl#kink#kink writing
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Daydreaming 🖤
I wish someone would come lay with me while I’m asleep and just gently touch my little cunt... stroke it so lightly and play with me while I’m unaware...insert a finger or two and I still don’t wake up, but I get so so wet 😍 they’d play with my clit and I’d start to dream about it but I still wouldnt wake and they could use me however they liked while I’m still dopey and sleepy and drippy like a good fuckdoll baby
#somnophilia#cnc#spilled ink#cnc tw#sleep kink#kink#kinky#con non con#consensual non consent#kink writing
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As I drift off to sleep my hands and my mind start to wander. I think of his voice, how deep and dangerous it was when he called me kitten, and then how hypnotising it sounded when his hand was stopping the blood flow to my head. How strong he looked standing over me as I crouched on the cold cement floor, leashed and collared like a dog and tied to the pole by the pile of thin blankets that was my bed on the floor. My hands are to my cunt before I mean for them to be, muscle memory begging me to edge like always. I’m obsessed with the way he struggles to hold it together once he hears me start to cry. I’m better when I edge, I’m better when I edge —
The basement door creaks open. The single flickering light in the corner casts low light over the shadow that steps into the room. I’m scared and turned on so much more. It’s him.
“Ohhh, kitty,” he whispers, walking slowly to the bed and placing one knee over me so he kneels over me completely. “Edging again?”
I nod, eyes wide. I don’t know if he’ll hit me or kiss me. Either way, I’m wet.
“You thought you could play with Daddy’s toys without asking?” He traces a long finger gently down my face, and I relax — only to be deceived by a hard slap to the cheek. His hand immediately slides between my legs, moving the thin blankets that he provided for me away. He tuts.
“I never said your stupid little cunt could get any attention, either.” He slaps my clit hard and I yelp. A hand goes to my throat and squeezes. “Do you deserve to be fucked in the cunt, holes? Do you deserve pleasure?”
“No,” I croak. He slaps me again.
“Atta girl.”
With no warning he rams his fingers hard into my mouth, down my throat til I gag. Again and again and again, until I’m coughing and my chin is covered in saliva. I feel my chained collar straining around my neck, and I can’t move away. Tears spring to my eyes. He moves his hand away and rolls me over on to my stomach, my hip bone hitting the cement floor hard, and I hear his belt loosen.
“You’ll be good and quiet, won’t you?” He whispers in my ear. “We don’t want your parents to hear.”
I look up to the low ceiling, begging silently. Above it, my parents sit having their evening coffee, completely oblivious to their kidnapped and slave trained daughter below them. They think I’m abroad at university.
He interrupts my thoughts, yanking my hair back and pinning my arms behind my back before forcing himself into my tightest hole. I go to scream in pain, but his hand clamps around my mouth before I can.
He tuts again. “What would happen if you made too much noise?” He removes his hand just a little so I can speak.
“They’ll find me here.” I whisper.
“And what happens then?”
“You’ll get in trouble. They’ll take me away.”
He thrusts hard into me and I whimper. “That’s right. And does little kitty want her kidnapper to go away?”
“No!” I sob. He hurts me and rapes me every day. If they took me from him I wouldn’t know how to be. How does one act when they know they’re nothing more than their master’s basement rape slave?
“Good girl. So shhhh,” he covers my mouth again, “and take it, and love it — and love me — and never let them take your darling rapist away.”
#rape tw#r*pe tw#r*pe#cnc tw#cnc#forced#Stockholm syndrome#kink#daddy#daddy Dom#hard kink#kidnapping#tw#spilled ink#kink writing
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‘Tell me what you were thinking about when you touched yourself last night.’
I was feeling so content and sleepy and a bit baby so I imagined you coming and laying behind me spooning me and I moved your hand to my ass and you were giving me good booty rubs, then started playing lightly with my tits, squeezing and squishing them and then letting your hands roam all over my body, just touching and moving everywhere, you began to move your hands down to my cunt from both front and behind me and told me to take my panties off, so I did and you just kept touching and moving gently all over me, then I moved my legs and you started toying softly with my cunt and I just let you play for a little while and started getting wet. You’d tell me softly to just let daddy play with his toys, and I just lay there and let you touch. You began to finger me, you’d shush me gently when I started making noise, then you moved me around so I was on my back, then laying sort of over you and your fingers in me would feel so good and you just let me feel so good and content and happy, all the while gently shushing me and telling me I was a good girl. eventually you’d slowly slide your cock in my wet little cunt from behind, but you’d stay still and tell me ‘just let yourself feel good kitty, slide up and down how you like it’ and just let me move on your cock while we lay together, then replace your cock with your fingers again and just play with my clit for a little while and finger me til I came, and I held your arm tight and squished onto you. If you’d wanted to cum too I’d suck your cock til u came in my mouth, tasting myself on your cock and your fingers 💞
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I want you to sit up on the bed or the couch so I can straddle your lap and grind on you and feel your cock straining against ur pants while we make out. I start to get desperate and needy and the grinding turns into humping. You start to find it amusing, how desperate I’m getting, but you won’t give me any kind of relief. You keep your hands on my ass and keep kissing me and you feel my cunt getting warm. ‘Please can I Daddy?’ I stop grinding and go to pull your pants away but you tighten your grip on my ass and smile. ‘No, kitty. We need you needy.’ I whimper and grind more, starting to get upset. ‘Please, please, please.’
‘No.’
‘Please? I’ll ride it or suck it or anything, I just need it.’
‘No. If you ask again I’m going to slap you.’
I let out a whine, the ruts into your crotch feeling pathetic but I can’t stop. ‘Please?’
As promised, I feel a slap to my face. It hurts but I feel it in my cunt. ‘Please?’
‘Holes.’ You look at me sternly, and slap me again. God, my little cunt. I start to rub it, still moving up and down. You start to laugh. ‘You pathetic little baby! So horny and desperate and getting off on daddy hurting you. Disgusting.’ You slap me again, really hard this time, then your hand returns to my ass and you help push me up and down your lap, letting me reach a new level of grinding. I let out a deep moan, nearly satisfied. I need the cock though, I need it, I need it, please please please.
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