@90f2515f although a sweet and swollen pussy can have a particularly intoxicating effect on a man in a cage, when it's eagerly humping his face as he worships it with his tongue
"Honey, I'm gonna sit on his lap and wrap an arm around him, tell him what a good girl I've been...and if his sack is full, and he thinks I deserve a present, then of course in going to let him set off a snowstorm inside of me, he is father Christmas after all."
#hotwife #cuckold #kink
"All those in need of breeding are asked to report to Hall 1, where our bull will commence his inspection in 5 minutes."
"As always, participants are reminded that, whilst there will inevitably be enough cock for everyone, it is the participant chosen to be first in line who will receive the lion's share of his cum, so ladies, please remember to present yourselves perfectly - face down, arse up, back arched, legs spread - to maximise your chances of success."
The house girl? No, I don't fuck her. Yes, she might go about her business naked, but you've got to understand that's like a uniform, and I insist on maintaining high standards. Anyway, she's got an impeccable attitude and always wants to make sure she looks her best whilst she works.
I sit her in the wand chair once a month because, of course, a girl's got needs. Usually though she's so pent up by then that she's cum within a minute and I put her in the shower, clean her up, and set her back to work.
#maid #slave #cmnf
When you're sat between my legs and I'm holding your legs open with one hand beneath your thigh, how much is too much, when I keep on rubbing between them as you thrust back your head, shaking, panting, muttering expletives as I whisper encouragement into your ear and reassure you, "you can do it!"?
@e7df4711 although maybe a little brutish, with arms like tree trunks, sweating and grunting as he hauls you in, face screwed into an ominous expression, would be preferable?!
@ca7b3693 maybe interspersed with commands that become triggers that bypass any rational consideration, like repeated "clamp...release" instructions that have her cunt automatically milking whichever cock is inside of her at the time, of course instructions to "cum...in 3...2...1....", even instructions about the length of her orgasms so she's convulsing, unable to stop as that voice tells her, "you're going to squirt, let it all out, but it's not time to stop yet, that's right, scream like a slut, feel that cock consume you....aaaannd...relax"
@ca7b3693 maybe she could also wear headphones that play to her voice notes either from people that have fucked or those who are going to. Of course she hears them in no particular order, repeated randomly so whilst she has some ideas about what she's in for, she never know who or when
@ca7b3693 good idea, a tally chart on one arsecheek to record how many loads she's taken, maybe a scorechart somewhere where guests can rate how good a fuck she is out of ten, and then of course freeform comments, or maybe tips and instructions about how to fuck her for the next person who's gonna mount that arse and slam into her?
@8847b20e and yet, when he says "carry on", all she can do is hurriedly find a quiet spot and furiously rub her needy little cunt, massaging his sticky load all over herself as she cums like crazy
@2e8be376 sub who is so flustered and aroused at hearing the structure that all she do is enthusiastically nod her head whilst not quite knowing where to look
For the party, you were locked in stocks, naked. It wasn't quite a gloryhole although the principle was the same: you were available and free to use, and whilst there was no partition separating your face from your cunt, the thick wooden block in which your head and your wrists were secured functioned to prevent you from seeing who it was that used you. Your legs were fastened at the ankles to a central pillar.
The anticipation has you aroused and terrified in equal measure. You were wet, your nipples hardened from both their exposure and excitement, as the guests started to arrive and you tried to identify them from their voices, their footsteps.
You felt someone touch your exposed arsecheek, shocked when it was long talon-like nails that were drawn across it, grabbing the cheek, parting it, then releasing and slapping it. Then you felt hot breath on your soaked cunt before the most deft flicks of a tongue across your protruding clit.
It wasn't long before you were whimpering with excitement as your pussy was eaten so skilfully. "Please, please, oh please" you panted inarticulately as she worked you into a frenzy, a long nail now tickling your arsehole then resting just inside as you clamped rhythmically around it.The other hand had reached under your torso, those nails grazed across your hanging tit, brushing your hard nipple as that face was buried in your needy little hole.
You were on tiptoes, tensed, cumming so hard, your orgasm streaming down your legs, them lapping it up as you pulled away as best you could, suddenly so oversensitive as those licks continued until finally, all sensation stopped.
"Right, I've warmed this little bitch up for you boys.I do hope you're gonna fuck her til she's a drooly little amoebe. Make sure you pump every last drop of cum into that tight little cunt of hers, because I'm going to be back to eat it all right out of her once you're done.
Sending you out with a whole bag of lollipops that are a scale model of my cock, so you can suck on them all day long, fixating on how good it's going to feel when you have one ten times their size thrusting eagerly right down your throat
She was perplexed as I led her to the home office, with a dildo fixed to her workchair. She didn't say a word but she turned to look at me, her forehead ruffled. She knew that orgasms were off-limits for now.
"Oh don't worry," I explained, "this isn't for you to fuck yourself with, I'll be strapping those thighs tight to that chair so all you can do is sit there working distractedly with that phallus rooted deep inside of you, pressing everytime you shift in your seat. I'm not enabling you to cum, I'm just making sure you remember just how much you want to be ridden hard as you sit there wet, sticky and stupefied."
@807ae6da feeling them, so full and heavy, slowly tightening as they work your hole and hearing the way their grunts and growls become more furious and pronounced as they pin you down and you know they're working their way up to flooding you?
Your alarm goes off, it's the sounds he recorded of you getting fucked yesterday morning. You don't snooze or switch it off, you let it ring out as you push back your arse, pleased to find that he's hard as a nail, now imprinted against your cheeks.
You rock your hips until the tip of that cock is pressed against your lips and then you thrust back, taking every last inch inside of you, making him stretch you wide open and then eagerly bucking back, fucking him eagerly.
The syncopated rhythms of him spanking you yesterday mingled with your arse clapping his thighs today are transcendental, and in no time you're whimpering and moaning in perfect harmony with yourself, your dawn chorus ringing out as you cum so hard all around that cock of his and will him to orgasm deep up in your guts and leave that load dripping out of you all day long.
You don't stop but this shock reduces your flow and you just keet dribbling into your pull-up as you blurt out, "just a water", feeling your cheeks redden. He lingers, his eyes fixed on you, "anything else?", and that's when you realise you're not just wet from pee.
Your heart races, but you feel it's beat pulsing through your clit. Yes of course you're soaked in piss, by now your arsecheeks are sodden, all warm and sticky, you feel the weight of your pull-up hanging between your legs. You can feel though that your pussy is so swollen, the wetness between your lips is viscous arousal, it takes all your willpower not to reach a hand between your legs and rub yourself, you're absolutely ravenous.
You grin at the barman, suddenly so attracted to him as he presents your water. It's confusing, shocking even that feeling humiliated like this turns you on so much. You bite your lip and hurriedly thanked him, only then realising that you've got so carried away with yourself a rivulet of pee is trickling down the inside of your thigh.
You return to the table, scared to take a seat and squish the mess between your legs. You sit delicately, turning to your boyfriend, leaning in, whispering to him, "I need you to take me home, I need to be fucked hard...daddy...right now!"
In the pub, sat around the table with your friends, you were desperate to pee. You tried to relax, staring into the middle distance, focused, thinking about running water. They'd suddenly address you though, and interrupt your focus, even the patter of their voices put you off as you discreetly squirmed.
"I'm just nipping to the bar", you told them, getting up, brushing the back of your skirt down, scared in case it caught the chair and revealed your secret.
As you waited at the bar you tried again to relax, you leant against it which allowed you to squat slightly and discreetly, you spread your legs a little, bent them slightly at the knee as you tried to relax and let it flow.
That's when the first drops appeared, you felt their wetness against your lips, warm and satisfying. This made it easier and you started to gush. Then the barman asks, "what can I get you?"
You don't stop but this shock reduces your flow and you just keet dribbling into your pull-up as you blurt out, "just a water", feeling your cheeks redden. He lingers, his eyes fixed on you, "anything else?", and that's when you realise you're not just wet from pee.
Your heart races, but you feel it's beat pulsing through your clit. Yes of course you're soaked in piss, by now your arsecheeks are sodden, all warm and sticky, you feel the weight of your pull-up hanging between your legs. You can feel though that your pussy is so swollen, the wetness between your lips is viscous arousal, it takes all your willpower not to reach a hand between your legs and rub yourself, you're absolutely ravenous.
You were headed to the pub with friends, "I don't want you nipping off to the toilet every 5 minutes...in fact, not. at. all", he said, presenting you with a fresh, crinkly pull-up.
You were struck dumb, "what?".
"We both know what you're like!" Without a pause he was behind you, hands on your hips, peeling down your knickers, then a hand under one knee, lifting a leg, then the other, stepping you into them.
"Good girl." he told you, kissing the back of your head as he pulled them up around your waist.
You instinctively explored them, running your hands over your crotch and around your buttocks, squatting to see how they felt, how they stretched, watching yourself in the full-length mirror to make sure they wouldn't accidentally be on display.
"Ok...daddy", you said, grinning with naughtiness.
"Give me a twirl baby girl!", and you did, a quick one, letting your skirt ride up, showing him your bum, which he playfully spanked.
In the pub, sat around the table with your friends, you were desperate to pee. You tried to relax, staring into the middle distance, focused, thinking about running water. They'd suddenly address you though, and interrupt your focus, even the patter of their voices put you off as you discreetly squirmed.
"I'm just nipping to the bar", you told them, getting up, brushing the back of your skirt down, scared in case it caught the chair and revealed your secret.
As you waited at the bar you tried again to relax, you leant against it which allowed you to squat slightly and discreetly, you spread your legs a little, bent them slightly at the knee as you tried to relax and let it flow.
That's when the first drops appeared, you felt their wetness against your lips, warm and satisfying. This made it easier and you started to gush. Then the barman asks, "what can I get you?"
"Are you going to show the girls your new lingerie?", he asks, entering the room as you and your gf's drink and chat. It's not really a question though and your cheeks flush beetroot as you stand up and lift your skirt. "Do a little twirl for them."
The room explodes into giggles as they see your gleaming steel chastity belt. One of them reaches forward, strokes her fingers against the brushed leather that sits between your thigh and your groin, making you shiver with excitement given you've not cum for a week.
"Here's the best bit", he says, handing your bestie the control to the vibe fixed inside of it. She takes your hand, presses the button, and you instantly grip it, hips rocking. Soon you're doubled over, shaking. She pulls you into her lap, stopping that vibe as you hyperventilate, about to cum.
You reach for the button but she snatches it away..."no!". With puppy dog eyes you turn to her, "pleaaase" you whimper, begging her for that orgasm.
"You ask so nicely", she says, sliding a hand up your tummy and over your breast until she has one of your hard nipples between thumb and forefinger and is rolling it between them, before grabbing your whole tit in her hand and squeezing it tight.
"I fucking need it!", you say, still looking at her.
"Oh I see! Nice and nasty all rolled into one? Very well then girl." She presses that button and once again you're convulsing in her lap. She's still massaging your tit as you fling your head back, open-mouthed and panting, cumming so hard in front of them all.
Your bestie nestles her face into the nape of your neck, kissing it, stroking her tongue over it. She pushes her fingers into your mouth making you suck them as your convulsions become more erratic, those orgasms absolutely consuming you. "Good girl!"
As you open your eyes, the whole room is transfixed by you as she stops the vibrator. Your cheeks glow red and you turn and hug her so tight.
@cd3155e7 interesting how these women exude power. Far from leaving them exposed or vulnerable, this display makes them look like warriors or goddesses, made for worship and adoration
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