i love sexting, RP, erotica, etc, and I act out my wildest fantasies in a virtual world. Your imagination is the limit, and I love being mindfucked.
Today I spent the day in a virtual adult cinema, watching porn and getting fucked by any man who wanted to make use of me.
Who knows what tomorrow will bring.
In my dream world, my throat is my primary pussy, and takes the most cock. My cunt is for stretching and fisting until it’s completely broken. My asshole (also for stretching and fisting) is for taking deep deep penetration, snaking silicone toys through my guts.
Tell me what your ideal uses are
Every morning I wake up to an inbox full of dick pics, cum shot videos, porn links, and explicit messages from random men telling me exactly what they’d do to me.
They don’t know each other, but they all say my account is proof I want it. Even when I ask them to stop, I never manage to block them.
They are actively brainwashing me into a brainless rapehole who can’t think of anything but the next link, the next video, the violent message, whose cunt clenches and drools every time I get a notification.
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Every morning I wake up to an inbox full of dick pics, cum shot videos, porn links, and explicit messages from random men telling me exactly what they’d do to me.
They don’t know each other, but they all say my account is proof I want it. Even when I ask them to stop, I never manage to block them.
They are actively brainwashing me into a brainless rapehole who can’t think of anything but the next link, the next video, the violent message, whose cunt clenches and drools every time I get a notification.
I pretend I want it to stop, but really I want to be completely inundated and overwhelmed by the messages.
I love incorporating drugs and/or alcohol when men use me. I just love the way it feels…
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You take me to a club and pour me full of drinks. I never say no, and the night becomes a drunken blur. After the first couple rounds, I’m feeling good, and you finger me on the dance floor. Later you pull me into a bathroom stall and make me drink your piss.
At one point i am sitting on a stool with my back toward a wall. I’m leaning with my elbows on the table, my ass hanging off the stool a little. I feel your hands on my hips first. Then, I feel your cock opening my asshole and plunging deep inside. You cover my mouth so no one can hear me moan. You pull me up, so you appear to be hugging me, and begin slowly grinding your cock in and out of my ass. I don’t know how long you fuck me, or if anyone notices. All I can think about is you pumping my ass full of cum.
You put your cock away and let me slump over the table. You came back with another drink, and tell me, “This one is special.”
You order us an Uber while I drink it. When I’m done, you take me outside. While we wait, you walked me away from the club to a nearby alley and make me suck you clean. You get hard in my mouth and face fuck me until our ride arrives. You give me a load to swallow just as the car pulls up. The driver sees me getting off my knees and you zipping your pants.
The driver doesn’t say anything as you pours me into the backseat. This is when things start getting blurry. You smirk an laugh and tell me what made the last special: a cocktail of sedatives to knock me out and keep me that way.
You look up at the rear view mirror and catch the driver looking. You laugh again and pull my tits out for the driver to see. You tell him if he gives us the ride for free he can fuck them.
My world is swimming. I feel the car stop, I’m pushed down in the back seat, the driver climbs on top of me and slides his cock between my tits. I pumps eagerly and groans loudly when he cums, spurting warm, thick ropes all over me. The car gets back in motion, and you pull my shirt over my sticky tits, letting the cum soak through the fabric.
We eventually arrive at your place. I stumble through the door. You have to help me to your bedroom, and help me get on to the bed. I lie back, and as you begin to undress me, the darkness finally closes in on me, and I pass out.
What happened while I was out?
It started with Him firmly gripping my face and forcing eye contact while He came inside me. Then He started playfully slapping me after and calling me names before pulling out and making me clean him.
Then, during a particularly rough session, He gripped my face as usual, but His hand landed with an audible “smack.” His fingers dug into my face more firmly than ever before. I could feel his fingernails biting my cheeks as He held my face. I saw something spark in His eyes and He pounded my asshole harder than ever.
Just as He began to cum, He released His grip on my face, and He began slapping the shit out of me and calling me names, as He flooded my rectum with an enormous load.
This has been going on for a few months, and now I’m conditioned to associate a black eye with a job well done.
If you knew there was no way you could ever be caught, what unethical fantasy would you make real?
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Your fantasy could be anything. It could be realistic, surreal, fantasy, sci-fi, medial, magical, etc…
Tell me the rules of the world that make your fantasy work. Tell me the details that matter to you. Tell me everything that gets you off…
I always wanted to be an anal whore, but it hurts too much.
I want my partner to drug me and brutalize my asshole. I want him to fuck and fist me, use huge me toys on me. I want to wake up bruised and broken. I want to be thoroughly used and him to be thoroughly satisfied.
I dream of waking up to a sore and loosened asshole. Sometimes he’ll film it and show me. Sometimes I’ll never know what happened to me.
You only fuck my cunt with your fists and huge objects. You’ve be torturing it for months. Stretching it to the max and beyond. Experimenting on it with a variety of painful tools.
Tell me how you would abuse my cunt. DM welcome if you don’t want to share publicly.
In a reality where Patriarchy won, women never gain any rights. In fact, the more we fought the more rights we lost, until we were legally objects.
One law that enforces this standing, is that there is no penalty for Men if a woman chokes to death on your cock, because she doesn’t have the right to breathe or to live.
However, if the woman belongs to someone, you may face civil destruction of property charges.
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What other laws could exist in a reality like this?
How many holes on a woman are fuckable? How many if you use your imagination? How many if you don’t care about reality?
I belong to a tight knit group of guy friends. They’ve been friends since high school. In college they joined the same frat and started gang banging sorority girls together. That’s how they met me. We were all upstanding students, excellent grades, and activities, but back then, I’d do nearly anything if I was drunk or high enough, and they were always happy to get me there. We kept our arrangement going until we graduated.
We all ended up with jobs fairly local to each other, but my job had me traveling a lot. Whenever I was in town, I continued to meet up with whoever was available, but we all missed the arrangement we had in college.
One year, we have the rare opportunity to all spend the weekend together. They’ve booked a beautiful home, just outside of town. The house has enough space for all of us and then some. After we settle into our rooms, we gather near the pool out back for a drink. They always pour me three shots to start, and one of them is laced. They hand me another drink, and we make a toast to the weekend.
As the drugs and alcohol take effect, they begin a little “opening ceremony” they’ve been doing since college. They strip me naked. They guide me to my knees and gather around me. They take out their cocks and have me suck them all. When they are ready, they make me put my hands behind my back, and they all jerk off on me until my face is covered in cum. Then they put a collar around my neck, and the weekend really begins.
They feed me a continuous stream of drugs and alcohol, and use my body to their satisfaction. They gang up on me, and abuse me. They humiliate and torment me. They bond over their shared use of me. At some point I pass out, but they keep using me. I wake up with a fist up my cunt and a cock pumping cum up my ass. They laugh at me for being such a usable bitch. They use me until their balls are dry. Then, they dump me in my shower and go to bed in their own rooms.
The next morning, I wake up, holes swollen and sore. I see the blood coating my thighs and let the cold shower wash it away. I stand up, and wash the cum from my matted hair, and scrub the piss stains off my body. After a bit, i manage to make myself presentable, and join the guys in the kitchen.
Over breakfast, they tell me that this is my house now. That I’m going to quit my job immediately, and use their investment to open my own company. I will work from the home office. I will live here and always be available to them, whenever and however they want. They will pay for everything in my life, and I will keep all the money from my job. I can never have a partner. I will belong to them. I will be their on-call, live in fuck slave.
It’s been several years. They all have wives now and some have families. I don’t know anyone in their lives and I never will. They maintain my life and I’m a complete secret in theirs. They are good husbands, good family men, and good members of their community. No one would believe that they all share a sex slave in another part of town.
Tell me all about the fantasy you’ve always kept to yourself. Tell me the strangest, or darkest, or deepest desire you’ve ever had.
Tell me something real, or tell me something completely fantasy or sci-fi. Tell me about the urges that really get you off.
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Limits: kids and animals.
I’m asking for strange and dark fantasies, but I’m not asking for that.
I’m getting ready to run several errands for you. It’ll take a few hours. You’ve approved my appearance, and you’re giving me the final touches.
You bend me over at the at the waist, flip up my skirt and pull down my panties. I feel the tip of a thick, lubed up plug parting my cunt lips. You grind it roughly against my clit, quickly plunge it into my cunt, and then bury it up my ass.
Just as it slides into place I feel my cunt and asshole begin to heat up. In moments, my holes and my clit are on fire.
I look back at you, alarmed. You hold up a tube of capsaicin cream and laugh at me.
I begin to tear up and you tell me, “No.” That I cannot cry, or scream, or writhe. That I must go out and complete my errands, and pretend like nothing is happening.
You pull up my panties to cover my pussy, which is already red, swollen and drooling. You stand me up, and you push me out the door.
You lay me down, and restrain me so I cannot move. You to straddle my face and slide your cock down my throat. You brutally abuse my cunt and tits while you keep me on the edge of consciousness. Sometimes you let me breathe a little. Sometimes you let me pass out and keep going. You edge yourself for a long time like this, using my throat, letting me struggle, feeling me go limp, watching me choke in air, brutalizing my body. When you’re ready, you fuck my throat like a cunt, pounding harder as I start to struggle for air. Then, I go limp, and you take several long deep strokes until you are pumping my stomach full of your thick seed.
When you’re done, you slide your cock out, and slap me in the face several times. I wake up, gasping for breath, but choke on the cum in my throat. I cough and gag. You laugh at me and call me names, while I recover my breath.
I’m on a solo night out. Ive had a few drinks and I’m dancing my ass off, but I’m not bothering anyone.
I step off the dance floor to get another drink and you pick up my tab before chatting me up. The night is still young. We finish our drinks and hit the dance floor.
A while later, you offer to get the next round. I keep dancing and you disappear. You come back with two drinks and you hand me mine. I down the whole thing quickly, so do you, and we get back to dancing.
I start feeling woozy but I think it’s the drink. I don’t really notice you pulling up my dress and pulling down my panties. I’m not sure how it happened but the next thing I know, i can hardly stand, you’re holding me tight, you’re pumping your cock between my thighs, and you leave a huge load in my panties.
I feel another person wrap their arms around me from behind and slide their cock between my thighs, pumping me until he cums in my panties. I feel the next person take hold of me…
I don’t know how long this continues. I wake up the next morning in and toilet with my panties dripping and oozing cum. People had me jerking off and pissing on me all night.
My phone has dozen of messages, videos and pictures, from the men on the dance floor. They can’t wait for next time.