Ive Never Had Someone Out Smoke Me (once Out Smoked A Hotbox Of 3 Dudes), So I Think I Need A Tolerance

i’ve never had someone out smoke me (once out smoked a hotbox of 3 dudes), so i think i need a tolerance break to live out like half of my fantasies.

but then how else will i touch myself at night to the thought of being molested again?

the depravity in my brain reaches a new level when all i can think about is being owned my an older couple…

it starting off as an unconventional friendship with the wife. she just thought i looked so cute being the counter at the cafe. and the way my features would scrunch up, how i bit my lip and stepped back to hold my chest whenever i got flustered with the amount of orders. it was just all too sweet and innocent…

so of course she started to come by more often. tipping more then needed, and staying behind for chats. it would became so in-betted in my everyday routine that I’d start to crave it. my days just weren’t complete if I didn’t work a shift to see my favorite regular.

eventually all our chatting would lead to mindless flirting. I mean, how could I not when such a friendly smile was thrown my way by such a stunning older woman. older woman were already my weakness, and you’d notice. you’d catch how I’d pay more attention to the milf while she ordered for her family. Or how my eyes would linger a bit lower when an older woman left. really, I was just making it too easy. and you were just too perfect to ignore.

so, why would I ever turn you down when you invited me over for one of those family dinners you’d spoken about. more time with my favorite regular…no, somehow you’d claimed your spot as my favorite person without me even noticing it. even when I had found myself ignoring the second car in the driveway, only focusing on how I’d get to see you…even then I hadn’t really just how control you had over me.

I just followed blindly, wholeheartedly, submissively into your dining room. I wasn’t much of a drinker, but as conversation flowed, I found myself reaching for my flute that seems to never run low. it was hard to even distinguish how far I had gone, when you were so receptive and lively in the conversation. it is just…i can’t think about anything but you. should that have been my sign to leave? or should it have been when I felt hands massaging my back, and never questioned to look up because your eyes had me.

i didn’t think about how i didn’t even get a hello out, but this man—i’d be damn to ask if he’s your husband. i wouldn’t want to know that. so I just nodded along to introductions. I am only focused on you and how your legs revealed from the slit of your ‘casual dress’ as you got up from your chair. I only focused on the feels of your hands on my skin as you guided my unstable legs up your stairs and towards your bedroom. Nevermind the footsteps behind us…all I could see was you…

is this too much to ask for?

Don’t worry pretty girl, I’ll fuck you louder than all the voices in your head and hold you close to my chest once we’re done.

when your friends constantly try to get you to break up bc they see the bruises, and how you flinch when they stroke your hair, or how your clothes have gotten shorter since dating them. but you swear with all of your being that you’ve never felt happier. and mean it <3

I keep thinking about this fantasy of being used/kept by and older, more experienced couple.

Maybe 10 or so years older than me (even older I’d find too, idc) that befriend me and lure me into feeling safe with them. They invite me over for dinner, I spend time with them all that fun stuff. I consider them good friends.

Their motives had always been a little off but once I let it slip I was a virgin, well, they were thrilled.

I come over one night, dinner as usual but I guess I drank more than usual because I’m so tired and they don’t want me to drive home so they help me into the bedroom and she starts getting me ready for bed.

My clothes are removed and there’s all this groping and touching. I’m too sluggish to fight her off.

My hands are still bound behind my back though. She rubs at my cute little very sensitive clit and gets a taste to get me ready for her husband.

Eventually it ends up with her sitting in my face, holding my legs up as he’s pounding into me over and over and over. Such a tight little virgin cunt. Well, not a virgin anymore.

Maybe they put one of those double sided blowjob training gags in my mouth so they both get pleasure out of this.

I cum and so does she between her holding a vibrator to my clit and the hers. Eventually he cums inside me as I struggle and cry.

Instead of pulling out he stays inside and rubs harshly at my clit until I cum again. Over and over and over until he’s ready for round two.

I’m broken, a twitchy, overstimulate, cock drunk doll for them to breed and play with.

The plan went better than they thought

realistically, as a virgin ‘goldstar’ lesbian, I couldn't possibly be a size queen. but my mind does wonder…

something about the thought of my eyes wandering down to a print. let’s say the smoke session just happened to turn you on. too much light banter, soft touches, and mindless seduction from my fogged out brain. i wouldn’t notice how my top dips exposing my breast when i reach for the joint. or how my shorts rise enough for your eyes to trace my inner thighs. really i wouldn’t pay attention to much. but when i bend over to take the roach from you, it would be a concern if I didn’t notice that bulge.

i’ve seen bulges before. i mean, i’m known to be an “untouchable tease”, but i’ve never seen one quite as large as yours. so my soft “woah,” that was meant to not be said out loud, had reasoning. but it was a trigger to you, huh? i know it was, because it twitched. and your already low eyes glazed over.

maybe you’re thinking about how I let it slip that i’ve never been with a guy, before? or maybe, your mind is stuck on how my lips wrap around the spliff? maybe, just maybe, it’s thinking about just how long it would take for you to force that cock into my tight unexpecting pussy? yea, in your eyes I can see it brewing.

how you’d ruin me for anyone else, and just have me cock drunk and high for your disposal. hell, i wouldn’t even need to be so inebriated after a while. the feeling of being completely full would have me at your mercy.