My nipples are hard, like small brown hills, mountains your mouth explores, teasing me, controlling my orgasm, taking me by surprise you force your fingers deeply inside of me and I cum on them. You taste them, then you suck them, they’re covered in your saliva. You stroke your cock, it grows quickly. You force yourself into my cunt, using my body recklessly as your fingers covered in my cum and your spit work their way around my clit, teasing it and rubbing it softly. I cum intensely all over you, not long after I feel long ropes of cum shooting into me. It isn’t long before you’re hard again and you tell me you’re going to use my ass. Gently at first because you don’t want to hurt me, at first putting two fingers in, probing me. My hole is so tight it hurts, it almost feels like I’m being split open.
Author: worthlessfvckingcunt
A night at the fair
We visit an abandoned carnival, a candy stand in a vacant lot. You’re driving a red convertible, wearing a suit. Tight in all the right places, shirt exposing the hair on your chest. Ray ban sunglasses. Wind flowing through your hair. I’m wearing a cropped top and a skirt, nothing underneath. Perfume a young girl would wear. Gloss on my lips, shining, aching for your touch.
We stop at a gas station, I buy a bottle of cherry liquor and take a drink, my lip gloss staining the bottle, giving it to you. Reluctantly you drink as well. We go back to the abandoned fair. You buy me a stuffed bear and cotton candy. Alone again, sharing it, our lips meet, I climb into your lap, so close I can feel you harden against me. I kiss you deeply, then lower as I take you in my mouth. You finish quickly.
You take my face in your hands. My lip gloss all over my face, all over yourself. You run your hands through my hair and tell me what a sweet girl I am. Then guide me back onto your lap, lifting my skirt up. Aligning yourself against my virgin hole, hair lightly covering it. Entering me. Enjoying your every movement, exploring my body.
She wanted to be my star
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction written by a woman from a male perspective. I do not condone the actions of the main character. This story contains rape, dubious consent and extreme violence. Read at your own risk.
“You’ve always wanted to be a star, haven’t you?” I asked her. Although a bit older, perhaps in her mid to late 20s, she had a youthful appearance. She was so unsure of herself until she met me, but I noticed something special inside of her. A sparkle in her eye that would burn out eventually, once I was finished with her. But most importantly, a complete willingness to submit to me. We have a brief conversation. I tell her to come back the next day, and to wear something more revealing.
She comes back to my office. We begin writing together, exchanging ideas. She’s always wanted to be a musician. Probing her mind, I find out her favorite novel is Lolita, and she loves the films equally. She loves all things childish and innocent, and all things reminiscent of a bygone era. Her favorite film star is Marilyn Monroe. She has a dark past. A father who abandoned her at a young age. Perhaps maybe a few older men that were too friendly with her as she was growing up. Struggles with addiction throughout her life, alcohol and cocaine.