u/ChloeOnTheGoo

I never thought I’d admit this, but nothing makes my pussy drip harder than knowing guys are jerking off to me… and yeah, I’ve deliberately fed my friends pure fap material just to feel that rush.

Recently one of my guy friends finally confessed he cums to me all the time. At first I was a little shocked, then my clit started throbbing so bad I had to squeeze my thighs together. I kept picturing him gripping his thick cock, stroking it fast while staring at my tits and thinking about fucking me, and I got so wet it was embarrassing. Now I can’t stop wondering how many other guys have blown their loads all over their hands while imagining my body.

So I decided to be a dirty little tease. I sent him gym pics where my big soft tits were practically spilling out, nipples half hard, looking like I was begging to be used. He texted back that he came twice that night, thick ropes all over his stomach just from looking at me. Knowing I made him lose control and shoot like that had me rubbing my swollen cunt so hard I came twice myself.

For the past few days every time I slide my fingers into my dripping pussy I imagine different guys stroking their cocks to my pictures.. some slow and desperate, some fucking their fists like animals while staring at my curves. I’m a curvy single mom with dark brown hair who works as a substitute teacher… but secretly I love being the kind of slut who can make guys throb and explode just from a few photos.

I wasn’t popular growing up and used to feel invisible, so now it feels filthy and powerful knowing I can make hard cocks leak and pulse just by existing. The thought of all that cum that has been spilled because of me gets me stupidly wet.

Anyone else get this soaked knowing people are getting off to them… or am I just a secret little perv who loves it a little too much? 😜

I’ve got one hand under the covers right now… slow and soft, just circling my clit while I think about a cock getting hard simply because I’m typing this.
Now…

Pull it out for me.

Right now.
Wrap your hand around it… nice and tight.

Stroke it from the base all the way up, slow.

Feel how heavy it already is?
I’m doing the same…

Two fingers sliding lower, dipping inside just enough to get them wet, then bringing that slickness back up to my clit.

Circling. Pressing. Soft little circles while I imagine it’s your cock instead of my fingers.
Keep stroking for me.

Don’t speed up yet.

I want you aching.
Squeeze under the head every few strokes… hold it… then stroke again.
Tell me how it feels.

How thick it is in your fist.

How wet the tip is getting.

Are you already leaking?
I’m getting messier the longer I think about you obeying.

My thighs are starting to tense.

My breath is getting heavier.
Don’t cum yet.

Just keep stroking slow and tight for me while I play with this wet little pussy.
If you’re already hard… prove it.

Tell me exactly what you’re doing to that cock right now.

And don’t you dare stop. 🫣

just got home from work..

I’ve got one hand under the covers, slow and soft, and I can’t stop thinking about a cock getting hard just because I’m typing this. 🫢

I want someone to pull it out for me right now.
Wrap your hand around it.
Stroke it nice and slow while you read this.
Tell me how it feels.
How thick it is.
How wet the tip already is.
I’m not looking for anything complicated.
Just filthy, honest stroking together.
You stroke for me, I stroke for you, we both get messier the longer we go.
If you’re already hard… prove it.
Tell me what you’re doing to that cock right now.

Sooo tiring day, just got home from work..

I’ve got one hand under the covers while resting, slow and soft, and I can’t stop thinking about a cock getting hard just because I’m typing this.
I want someone to pull it out for me right now.
Wrap your hand around it.
Stroke it nice and slow while you read this.
Tell me how it feels.
How thick it is.
How wet the tip already is.
I’m not looking for anything complicated.
Just filthy, honest stroking together.
You stroke for me, I stroke for you, we both get messier the longer we go.
If you’re already hard… prove it.
Tell me what you’re doing to that cock right now..

He didn’t ease into it.

The second that thick cock stretched me open and bottomed out, he planted one hand beside my head, grabbed a fistful of my hair with the other, and started fucking me like he’d been starving for it.

Hard. Deep. Brutal.

Every thrust punched the air out of my lungs. The wet slap of his hips against my ass filled the quiet living room. I could feel every ridge, every vein, dragging along my walls as he dragged almost all the way out and slammed back in to the root.

“Fuck....Sir....” I choked, legs already shaking around his waist.

He didn’t slow down. He just stared down at me with those dark eyes while he wrecked me, watching my tits bounce with every savage stroke.

“Look at you,” he growled, voice rough. “Twenty-eight years old and already spreading for your best friend’s dad like a desperate little slut. You came over here dripping, didn’t you? Walked through my door with that tight little cunt already soaked, hoping I’d fill it.”

I nodded frantically, nails digging into his shoulders. “Yes..yes, Sir...I did...”

He snapped his hips harder, angling up so the head of his cock dragged over that perfect spot inside me on every thrust. My vision went white for a second.

“Tell me what you want.”

“Your cum,” I gasped. “I want you to breed me. Please..pump it deep...knock me up...”

His rhythm stuttered for half a second, then he slammed in even deeper, grinding against my cervix like he was trying to fuck straight into my womb.

“Say it again.”

“Breed me, Sir. Use my pussy like it’s just a warm hole to dump your load into. I want it leaking out of me for days. I want to walk around tomorrow knowing your cum is still inside me, trying to take.”

He pulled out suddenly. I made a broken sound of protest, but he just flipped me onto my stomach like I weighed nothing, yanked my hips up until I was face-down, ass-up, and shoved back in with one long, punishing stroke.

The new angle made me cry out. He was so deep it almost hurt in the best way. His heavy balls slapped against my clit every time he bottomed out.

One big hand came down hard on my ass. The sharp sting made my pussy clench around him.

“That’s it,” he muttered, spanking me again. “Take it. Take every fucking inch while you beg me to knock you up.”

I pushed back to meet every thrust, shameless. “Please, Daddy.. fill me. Breed your best friend’s daughter’s best friend. Make me your dirty little breeding slut. I don’t care if it’s wrong. I need it.”

The word “Daddy” made him snarl. His hands clamped down on my waist hard enough to leave marks and he started railing me in earnest short, vicious strokes that kept the head of his cock battering against my cervix over and over.

“You want to get pregnant?” he gritted out. “Want me to pump you so full of cum that it has nowhere to go but deeper? Want to walk out of here with my load dripping down your thighs knowing there’s a chance I just put a baby in you?”

“Yes fuuuuck... yes, Daddy please...”

He reached under me and rubbed my clit in tight, mean circles while he fucked me. The dual sensation was too much. My orgasm hit like a truck violent, full-body, pussy locking down around his cock in pulsing waves while I sobbed into the couch cushions.

He didn’t stop. He rode me through it, forcing his cock deeper every time my walls tried to push him out.

“That’s one,” he said darkly. “You’re going to come again with my cock buried in you. Then I’m going to flood this greedy little cunt.”

He pulled out again, flipped me onto my back, shoved my knees up to my chest so I was completely folded open, and drove back in to the hilt.

I was so wet it was obscene , slick sounds every time he bottomed out, my own juices coating his balls and running down my ass.

He leaned over me, forehead almost touching mine, and started grinding deep instead of thrusting slow, circular rolls of his hips that kept every thick inch buried inside me, pressing against my cervix like he was trying to force his way into my womb.

“Feel that?” he murmured. “That’s where I’m going to put it. Right fucking there. You’re going to take every drop and hold it in like a good little breeding hole.”

I was trembling, overstimulated, already building toward another orgasm. “Please, Sir Daddy breed me. I want it so bad. I want your cum so deep I can taste it. I want to feel it leaking out of me while I drive home. I want to be full of you.”

His control finally snapped.

He started fucking me hard and deep again, hips slamming, the couch creaking under us. One hand wrapped around my throat—not choking, just holding while the other kept my legs pinned open.

“Take it,” he growled. “Take Daddy’s cock. Take every drop I’m about to pump into this tight little cunt. You’re mine tonight. This pussy is mine to breed.”

I came again with a broken cry, walls fluttering and squeezing around him. The second my orgasm hit, he buried himself to the root and held there, cock pulsing hard as the first thick rope of cum blasted against my cervix.

He kept grinding through it, forcing every spurt deeper, like he was trying to fuck his load straight into my womb.
I could feel it hot, heavy pulses flooding me, more than I expected, so much that it started leaking out around his cock even while he was still buried inside me. He just kept rocking his hips, pushing it back in, refusing to let any of it escape.

When the last throb finally faded he stayed locked deep, breathing hard against my neck.

“Don’t you dare let it out,” he ordered, voice still rough. “Clench for me. Keep Daddy’s cum right where it belongs.”

I squeezed around him obediently, feeling the thick mess of it inside me, warm and heavy. He slowly pulled out, watching his cock drag free, shiny and still half-hard, a thick string of cum connecting us for a second before it broke.

A heavy gush of his load immediately started to leak out of my stretched hole.

He caught it with two fingers and shoved it right back in, pushing deep, then held his hand over my pussy like a seal.

“Not yet,” he said. “You’re going to keep that load inside you while I get hard again. Then I’m going to put another one in you. And another. Until this greedy little cunt is so full it’s dripping down your legs every time you move.”

I stared up at him, wrecked and already aching for more, thighs still shaking.

He leaned down and kissed me for the first time slow, filthy, tasting like pure possession then spoke against my lips.

“We’re just getting started, baby girl. By the time the sun comes up, you’re going to be dripping my cum and walking funny… and you’re going to thank me for every single load.”

He pushed two fingers back into me, scooping his own seed deeper, and curled them against that sensitive spot until I whimpered.

“Now tell me what you are.”

I looked him straight in the eyes, voice wrecked and needy.

His cock was already hardening against my thigh.

And the night was still young…

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Thanks for reading! I’m always open for feedback.

I’m in bed right now because I was supposed to be reading this book called Losers… it’s reverse harem and holy shit it got me all worked up. Like I closed it and just sat there feeling extra naughty. My mind went straight to the married ones. The ones with rings. The ones who know they shouldn’t.

I don’t feel bad about it either. Not even a little. Something about knowing he’s going home to her later and still choosing to mess around with me is just… hot. I want the risk. The secrecy. The “I shouldn’t be doing this” texts at 1am.

Anyway… I’m bored, a little horny from that book, and looking for some fun online tonight. Married guys especially. Tell me how long you’ve been married or what you’d do if you had me alone right now. No judgment here, I promise :)

Instead of scrolling porn alone, I want a mature man to talk to while I stay in this dripping, brainless state. Older guys with natural Daddy vibes make me sink so much deeper.

Fantasies, goon sessions, kinks you’ve never admitted out loud, bring them. I won’t flinch, I’ll probably start rubbing harder.
If you’re on the mood and feeling chatty or nasty, we can vibe.

I barely kicked my shoes off before I saw the package sitting by the door..

My new thick, realistic dildo. The one I’ve been refreshing the tracking for all week.

I didn’t even change out of my work clothes. Just locked the door, dropped onto the bed, and ripped the box open with shaky hands.
The second I held it I already knew I was fucked. It’s heavy, veiny, and so much thicker than I expected.

I started slow… just rubbing the head up and down my already wet pussy, teasing myself while I was still half-dressed. But gooning always wins. Within minutes my panties were shoved to the side, I was dripping down my thighs, and I was slowly pushing that thick toy inside me while moaning into my pillow.

I edged myself for so long. Pulling it almost all the way out, then sinking back down until my legs started shaking. Every time I got close I stopped and just sat there full, throbbing, watching myself in the mirror like a desperate little slut who just got home and couldn’t control herself.

I lost count of how many times I almost came. My work blouse was still on, bra half pulled down, makeup smudged, and I was just bouncing and grinding on this new toy like I’d been waiting all day for it… and when I fnally let myself cum it hit so hard my ears rang. I kept the toy buried deep while I pulsed around it, panting, already thinking about round two.

Anyone else ever get this ruined the second their new toy arrives… or am I the only one who turns into a complete gooner the moment I get home? 🙈

just doom scrolling and bored . I’m Chloe, curvy ,fun, and love good conversation. Need someone who knows how to spoil and chat with his girl.

Anyone bored too and wanna be my generous daddy? :P

i’m in bed and keep getting distracted by how badly i want someone to talk dirty to me right now.
like really filthy. tell me what you’d do if you were here… how you’d use me, what you’d make me say.
i get so wet when a guy is direct and a little mean with it.
anyone else like that or am i just extra horny today? Keep me a company :)

I never planned on fucking my best friend’s dad.

He was forty four. I was twenty eight. Respectable. The kind of man who always kept his distance and looked at me like he was trying not to.

But that night I went over to “check on him.”

I wore a thin white tank top with nothing underneath and tiny black shorts that barely covered my ass. My nipples were already hard from the cold when he opened the door. I saw his eyes drop. Just for a second. Then he forced them back up.

I sat on the couch next to him, thighs pressed against his, close enough that I could feel the heat coming off his body. I smelled his cologne mixed with something darker… something restrained.

“You’ve been alone too long, Mr. Hale,” I said softly, looking straight into his eyes. “It shows.”

He told me to be careful. Told me I didn’t know what I was playing with.

I just smiled and climbed into his lap like I belonged there. Straddled him. Settled my weight right on his cock. He was already half-hard, and the second my soft, warm pussy pressed against him through those tiny shorts, I felt him get fully hard under me.

I rocked my hips once. Deliberately. Slow.

“Fuck…” I whispered against his ear. “You’re bigger than I imagined.”

His hands gripped my waist hard enough to bruise. “You’re playing a dangerous game, little girl.”I leaned in, lips brushing his ear, and let the word slip out like a secret.

“Then punish me for it… Sir.”

That word broke him.

He yanked my tank top up and over my head in one rough motion. My tits spilled free — full, heavy, pink nipples already tight and begging. He didn’t kiss me first. He sucked one into his mouth hard, biting just enough to make me gasp, while his hand shoved down the front of my shorts.

I was soaked. Dripping. His thick fingers slid through my slick folds and I moaned against his hair.

“You’ve been thinking about this,” he muttered, rubbing slow circles over my clit. “Walking around in that little outfit, hoping I’d finally snap.”

I nodded, breathless, grinding down on his hand.

“Yes, Sir… I’ve been touching myself thinking about your hands. Your mouth. That thick cock I can feel under me right now.”

He growled and flipped me onto my back on the couch. Pulled my shorts and panties off in one tug. Spread my thighs wide and just looked at me for a long second wet, pink, and completely open for him.

Then he lowered his head and licked a slow, filthy stripe from my entrance up to my clit.

My back arched. My hands flew into his hair.

“Fuck… don’t tease,” I whispered.

He looked up at me, lips already shiny, voice dark and low.

“I’ll tease you as long as I want, baby girl. And you’re going to take it.”

He went back down and started eating me like a man who hadn’t touched a woman in years — slow, deep, hungry. Two thick fingers pushed inside me while his tongue worked my clit in tight circles. I was already shaking.

“Sir… please…”

He didn’t stop. He just kept going until my thighs were trembling around his head and I was right on the edge.

Then he pulled away.

I whimpered. Actually whimpered.

He stood up, unbuckled his belt, and pulled his cock out. Thick. Heavy. Veined. Already leaking at the tip.

He stroked it once while looking down at me. “Beg for it.”

I spread my legs wider, reached down and opened myself with my fingers, staring up at him with glassy eyes.

“Please, Sir… fuck me. Stretch me open with that big cock. I need it so bad…”

He climbed over me, rubbed the thick head up and down my soaked slit, and paused right at my entrance. “Once I put it in,” he said quietly, “you’re mine tonight. Understand?”

I nodded, breathless.

“Yes, Sir. I’m yours.”

He pushed in slow, deep, and relentless until every thick inch was buried inside me and I was gasping around the stretch.

And that was only the beginning…..

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Thanks for reading, let me know if you want more chapters!

When I was married, the worst part wasn’t just the lack of good sex. It was how emotionally quiet everything felt. No real hunger, no intensity, no sense that I was needed in that way.

That’s what started the fantasy.

I didn’t just want someone to fuck me. I wanted the emotional weight of being the person a man couldn’t stay away from. The idea that he would risk the peace in his own home just to have me. That he would sit next to his wife later and still be thinking about what we did. That the secret would live in his head and change how he looked at her.

I used to lie in bed next to my husband and imagine the emotional contrast so clearly it made my chest tight and my body react at the same time. The thought of being that important to someone, while still belonging to a marriage that felt flat, got under my skin in a way pure physical fantasies never did…

I never acted on it. But even now that I’m divorced, the emotional side of that fantasy still hits me hard. The secrecy. The quiet damage it would do. The intimacy of being the thing he can’t tell anyone about.

It’s not just about the sex for me. It’s about what it would mean..

28F I’m divorced now, but when I was still married I spent a lot of nights lying next to my husband feeling completely unsatisfied.

He was a good guy… just completely dead in bed. No passion, no urgency, no real hunger for me. Sex was quick, quiet, and always the same. I’d finish (sometimes) and then just lie there staring at the ceiling, already thinking about how much I wanted someone who would actually take me.
That’s when the fantasies started getting bad.

I used to imagine another man older, married, someone who still had that desperate itch sneaking me away and using me properly. Bending me over, talking dirty, filling me up, then sending me back home to my husband with his cum still inside me. I’d picture walking back into the bedroom, kissing my husband goodnight, and feeling someone else’s load slowly leaking out of me while he had no idea.

The more unsatisfied I felt, the more detailed the fantasy became. Sometimes I’d touch myself in the bathroom thinking about it while he was already asleep.

I never actually cheated. But I wanted to. Badly.

Now that I’m single the fantasy still hits me just as hard. Maybe harder. I still get so wet thinking about being the secret someone uses when they’re supposed to be good…

[All characters 18+, pure fantasy]

By week three I was no longer just his assistant.

I was his free-use toy.

Every morning I walked into the office already wet, wearing a tight skirt with nothing underneath. Mr. Carter didn’t even have to ask anymore. One look from him and I knew what he wanted.

This morning he called me in at 10:12.

“Close the door and lock it.”

I did. When I turned around he was already standing by his desk, belt unbuckled, thick cock half-hard in his hand

“On your knees, Leanne.”

I dropped immediately. He rested that heavy cock against my lips and I opened wide, taking him deep. The salty taste of him flooded my mouth. I looked up at him while I sucked, making wet, slutty sounds as I bobbed my head.

He groaned and grabbed a fistful of my hair.

“That’s it… take it all. You’re such a good little cocksucker.”

I moaned around him, drooling down his shaft. I used both hands, one stroking the base, the other gently cupping his balls while I sucked the head hard. Spit ran down my chin and onto my blouse. I didn’t care. I wanted him to see how desperate I was for it.

The office phone rang.

He answered it without pulling out of my mouth.

“Carter.”

I kept sucking while he talked business, slower now, teasing the underside with my tongue. Every time he paused I took him deeper until my throat bulged. His hand tightened in my hair as a warning. I could feel him throbbing against my tongue.

When he hung up he didn’t say a word. He just pulled me up, spun me around, and shoved me face down onto his desk. My skirt was yanked up. He rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down my dripping slit, then pushed in with one deep thrust.

I bit my arm to stay quiet.

He fucked me hard and fast, the wet slap of his hips against my ass filling the room. One hand held me down by the back of the neck while the other reached around and rubbed my swollen clit.

“Look at you,” he growled. “Bent over your boss’s desk with a full load of cum already leaking out of you from this morning… and still this fucking wet.”

I came hard, legs shaking, pussy clenching around him. He didn’t stop. He kept pounding me through it until he buried himself deep and groaned, pumping thick ropes of cum inside me.

He stayed inside for a few seconds, then slowly pulled out. I felt his cum immediately run down my thighs.

“Don’t clean up,” he said, tucking himself away. “I want you walking around with my cum dripping out of that pretty little pussy all day.”

I fixed my skirt with trembling hands and left his office, thighs sticky and heart racing.

For the next six hours I felt him leaking out of me every time I moved. Every time he walked past my desk he looked at me like he already owned me.

At 4:47 my phone buzzed.

Mr. Carter: Everyone’s leaving. My office. Now.

Bring the red lipstick. I want it smeared all over my cock while you choke on it.

I was soaked before I even stood up.I walked into his office, locked the door behind me, and dropped to my knees without being told.
He was already hard.
And I was more than ready to be used again...

No work today and I’m home alone with way too much free time… and it’s making me extra slutty.

I’ve been casually touching myself on and off all morning. Started with just light teasing over my panties while I scrolled, but now they’re soaked and pushed to the side. My fingers keep drifting back between my legs every few minutes.

I keep thinking about someone else being here instead… watching me, telling me what to do, or just taking over completely. The free use stuff I’ve been obsessed with lately is not helping. Every time I get close I slow down and imagine being used right here on the couch with no warning.

So… who’s actually bored and hard right now too?
Tell me what you’re doing. 🙈

What you’d do if you walked in and found me like this. Or just describe how you’d make me finish if you were in control. I’ll tell you exactly how wet I am and what my fingers are doing if you keep me company.
The dirtier the better.

I don’t have work and I’m home alone feeling extra slutty. Been touching myself on and off all morning thinking about getting nasty with someone.

I’m a curvy 28F single mom with a soaked pussy and zero plans today. Who wants to make this day really hot?

Tell me what you’re doing right now and how you’d help me cum… or I can tell you exactly how I’m playing with myself. The dirtier the better. Come keep me company?

I’m just here scrolling, touching my thighs, and wondering who else is up and horny tonight
I’ve got that sweet girl-next-door look but a secretly teasing side that loves making guys worked up… slow teasing, flirty games, maybe telling you exactly what I’m wearing (or not wearing).

You up? Tell me what you’re doing right now and what’s on your mind… don’t be shy, I like when a guy can keep up 😊

After my divorce I didn’t expect to become this dirty.

It started innocent enough. I joined a few NSFW subs on Reddit just to see what people posted. Then I started reading confessions. Then I started watching the videos. Before I knew it I was staying up late every night, legs spread, hand between my thighs, getting completely addicted.

Now I’m a 28 year old single mom who spends hours gooning. I’ll edge for so long my pussy is dripping and swollen, reading filthy posts and watching people fuck while I rub my clit. The more I do it, the more I want.

Sexting has become one of my favorite things. I love when a man tells me exactly what he’d do to me while I’m touching myself. I love being called a slut. I love getting so deep into it that I forget everything else and just chase that brain-melted feeling.

I’m not ashamed anymore. I like being this way.

I love long, teasing sexting that slowly gets nasty. Tell me how you’d touch me, what you’d do to me, or how you’d use me… the more detailed and dominant you are, the wetter I get.
If you’re a mature guy with a filthy mind and you know how to make a girl feel desired, come keep me company.
Don’t be shy…

Hey Daddies… I’m feeling extra naughty and needy right now.

I’m 28, 5’6 with a curvy thick body, big bouncy 36DD tits, a fat juicy ass, and soft thighs that love being spread open. Right now I’m laying in bed in nothing but a tiny thong, touching myself while thinking about a strong, dirty Daddy telling me exactly how to stroke my wet pussy.
I want to goon with you… edging for hours, getting sloppy and desperate together. I love sending teasing pics and videos while you tell me how hard your cock is for me.

So tell me… are you stroking right now?
How would you use this eager little slut if we were gooning together?
Drop a message or tell me how you’d make me edge for you… I’m already soaked and waiting