Put A Vibrator In My Pussy Before We Go And Hang Out With Your Friends So That You Can Turn It On Throughout

put a vibrator in my pussy before we go and hang out with your friends so that you can turn it on throughout the night and make me a desperate mess. tell me that i can't let anyone find out that you're teasing me all night. turn it up to the highest level while your friends are all around me so that i lose myself in the pleasure of trying not to get caught while all your friends already know exactly what's going on. let them give me light touches that make me go crazy and make me so focused on not letting anyone know how horny i am that i don't notice your friends starting to talk about fucking me and stroking themselves. wait until i'm so desperate that i'll let anyone fuck me and watch as your friends undress me. let them use my mouth and both my holes, and even make me jerk them off. turn me into the perfect slut to take anyone and when they're all done with me and i'm covered in cum then i want you to fuck me and tell me what a dirty slut i am. put the vibrator back inside me after you cum in me so that it's all trapped and then turn the vibrator back on so your friends can watch how pathetic i am as i weakly moan and cry for more.

It must be so frustrating. Having to scroll through Tumblr while touching yourself and thinking about being pounded and kissed. Thinking about someone’s hands being there instead of yours. Imagining all of those things done to you. Using toys or fingering yourself to recreate the feeling, but it’s still not the same is it, princess? It’s still not like having someone on top of you, feeling their body weight. Their scent, the noises they make when sliding a thick cock inside your little holes. The way it could go so deep inside you, how much it could be throbbing and filling your cunt. It must be so frustrating

I want someone to degrade me in a loving tone. Tell me I'm the best slut you ever fucked. Tell how much of whore I am and that from now on its only going to be for you. Please tell me how needy I look and how I'm already falling apart without even being touched. I want to be a mess for you. Please. You don't even have to let me cum.

wanna b blindfolded + tied spread open and left like that at a party so anyone can come by and toy with my pussy 😣 i wont know if im being watched or ignored, ill only be able to think about how humiliating it is to be an object, my cunt leaking over being a party favor, nothing but shame in my mind until the next person comes along to laugh and pry fingers at my hole.

ppl getting bold too cuz i don’t know who’s who and i never will know. groping and hitting my tits, teasing and pinching and slapping my clit, spreading and rubbing around my folds, fucking fingers into me and seeing how many they can fit. all i can do is tremble in the restraints and wait to feel my body played with by another stranger, clenching on fingers and crying out from spanks. listening to commentary on the dumb little whore the host got for a party favor, ppl talking to each other about what they’d do, what they’re gonna do when the night ramps up and inhibitions are lowered

For dayssss now i’ve had a fantasy where i’ve got a woman i love and trust more than anyone in the world…. and one day she opens me up for free use to dozens of people. lovingly she prepares me, and after weeks with her trying new toys of all sizes and means on my tight butch boypussy, she lays me on a short table, hands delicate and all-knowing as they trace my curves and veins and tighten the constraints on my wrists, as they adjust the spreader bar that keeps me wide open and vulnerable. i’m terrified and already slick with fear as she drags her finger between my pussy lips and sighs such a sweet, proud, dreamy sigh, as she tells me in her firm, quiet voice how amazing it is that i’m already slick for the others. she tells me she’s going to make sure they take excellent care of me, as i’m hers and she will be watching over every little flick of the finger, every penetrative thrust and moan. she isn’t lying to me; i watch as she turns away people who she knows would remind me of horrible nights. she is the one i trust, and she knows far better than to strip me of that belief. she plays with my hair and holds my hands, cuffed helplessly above my head so no matter how overstimulated i don’t move to stop the guests from their pleasure. present and waiting, they eye me curiously, hungrily, and my woman keeps her fingers in my hair. before i know it i’m gasping as the first tip brushes against me, and as each strap, gock, and finger penetrates my ravenous pussy, dripping cum and slick all over my cunt and ass, as each vibrator or finger or grinding member slides against my extremely sensitive, swollen cunt, she watches. she pulls my hair when i misbehave and when she’s not thinking of my pain but of my tight wet pussy and the way she knows it must be clenching around that guest’s cock. i whine, i whimper, i cry, i howl, i scream, i plead, i beg: for more, for less, to stop, to be set free, to be given every inch, and i whine nearly unintelligible cries of gratitude for being able to take every inch. my eyes roll into the back of my head with each thrust until i no longer have the strength to focus my gaze on the person using me for even a second. my mouth is open and gaping, my jaw limp, as each sigh and gasp and groan and moan and cry escapes my throat. i feel fingers on my neck and over and in my mouth. i feel every fucking thrust and i beg for more. i need everything inside of me at once. i need to be fucked until i’m laying in le petite morte, passed out soaked and still fuckable, still useable. my woman keeps the line going and praises my loudness as more guests gather to watch and join. my legs are shaking so violently a few guests laugh in surprise. she smiles, i smile before i’m too weak to raise my head, and the bar keeps me open. i’m spread, weak, vulnerable, horrified and scared beyond imagination… but my woman keeps her hand on my shoulder, her fingers in my hair, her breath and hushed praise in my ear…. and i take every strap, every tease, like the good submissive butch slut i am.

cis men dni, please.

constantly thinking about how beautiful my angel looks bent over waiting to be fucked, letting me put my hands on their hips and gently guide the strap in, moaning with every single inch. but even before that, when they’re all worked up from teasing and already halfway gone, they look so pretty. when they come with a vibrator in their hand and me laying next to them, whispering about all the things i want to do to them, and especially how badly i want to be inside them. they’re so easy to manhandle then, begging for me till their face is pressed into the mattress and their whole body rocks with every thrust, moaning half-words that make no sense to either of us and asking for it harder, faster, deeper. me holding their hips and pulling them closer to me so i’m all the way inside them, filling them up just like they wanted till it’s almost too much and they can’t tell the difference between what feels good and what’s an orgasm. and the whole time i’m whispering praise to them: good girl, you take it so well. is this what you wanted? so full, aren’t you? and so beautiful taking me like this. you’re doing so well.