More Coerced Sex Fantasy For Your Horny Pleasure

More coerced sex fantasy for your horny pleasure

I never expected it to be good. I never thought I’d spend the following weeks obsessing over what he’d done to me. I could never have dreamed it would be so hard to resist touching myself to the thought of it. All of that is terrible, but realizing my heart is pounding from more than just fear as I stand naked in his bedroom for the second time a month later is worst of all.

He sits on the edge of the bed with his legs spread casually, cock already growing between his thighs. I can’t tear my eyes away no matter how hard I try, and judging from his leer my lack of self control is obvious. Strong, rough hands slide over my thighs and hips, up my stomach and over my tits, to rest on my shoulders with a gentle pressure. "Get on your knees."

I swallow nervously, subconsciously lick my lips because I can see where this is going. I knew he would want my mouth eventually, but I hadn’t let myself think too hard about it. The pressure on my shoulders becomes more insistent. I drop slowly to my knees, hands automatically going to his thighs for support before I think better of it.

The sudden rush of arousal I feel as I look up at him from between his legs, his half-hard cock so close to my face I can feel its heat, leaves me almost lightheaded. His fingers comb through my hair, stopping at the back of my head in a firm grip to guide me even closer.

The tip of his cock rests against my lips, slick with precum. He keeps his hand fisted in my hair, keeping me there until I part my lips and let my tongue flick over the head. His grasp loosens, sliding his hand up to rest lazily on top of my head like a dog, the effect completed when he says, "Good girl."

I hate the flush of pleasure his approval gives me, and the way my core clenches at those words, and the almost instinctual part of my lips to let his head fully enter my mouth. It rests on my tongue now, hot and solid and soft, his taste inescapable. A small, needy noise escapes the back of my throat before I can stop it.

I don’t know what to do now, though. I’ve never sucked anything like this before, except for a strap, but there was no intention in that. I flush with embarrassment, sitting between his legs with his cock in my mouth, and glance up at him in a desperate plea for guidance.

He seems to revel in my confusion, smiling down at me with too much sympathy as he asks, "Need help, sweetie?"

I try to pull away, but the grip on my hair is back. All I can do is whimper and nod around his cock.

"Then you’ll have to ask me nicely to use your mouth," he says, the regret in his voice twisted with mockery. I squeak again, this time in horror and indignation. His tone is all taunting now. "Or you could always leave."

I freeze. I could, but then the deal was off, and I couldn’t afford that. I close my eyes and shake my head slowly. The grip on my hair loosens again, and I finally pull myself off his cock. It feels almost strange not to have it pressing against my tongue anymore.

"Please use my mouth," I try to say, short and sharp. Except it leaves my mouth as a breathy stutter instead, sounding more desperate and wanting than anything. I blush so hard I think I might pass out.

"Good girl," he says again with enthusiasm that makes me feel like a pet he’s trying to train. The hand on my head fists my hair in a solid grip again, and he tugs me back onto his dick with a groan.

I feel like a toy as he guides my movements, slowly working my mouth further down his shaft, occasionally pulling out until just the tip is in my mouth and commanding me to lick or suck. I choke when his head grazes the back of my throat and he holds me there for a second longer. Suddenly, I’m grateful that I’d done this with a strap before.

He lets me breathe for a moment, never letting his tip leave my lips, and then pushes me down until I gag again, repeating the routine over and over again until I realize I’m not choking anymore. Until I’m shocked to find my nose pressed firmly into his crotch.

I blink my eyes open, surprised to find they had fluttered closed, to peer at him through involuntary tears. He meets my eyes smugly, swiping over my cheek with a free thumb. Almost sweetly, he says, "You look so pretty with a mouth full of cock."

He doesn’t give me the time or breath to respond. Instead, he begins the slow pump of my lips up and down his shaft again, pressing me hard into his crotch and letting my throat work his cock with every pass. It becomes easier when I learn when to gasp in a breath, and soon my eyes drift shut again. My head feels empty and buzzing, lost in the rhythm and his taste and smell and the way his heat stretches my throat.

"Are you sure you’re a lesbian?" He says suddenly, the mockery somewhat diminished by the moan behind his voice. My eyes drift open again, confused. My lips still move greedily over his cock at the same steady pace. Surely he can’t expect an answer.

it’s only then that I realize he isn’t guiding me anymore - his hand isn’t on my head at all. I’ve continued the movement completely by myself… and continue to do so.

I can’t stop. I can’t think. I don’t want to think. I let my eyes drift closed and push his cock down my throat again, holding it there and reveling in the fullness.

"Stay right there," He grunts above me, fisting my hair again and bucking into my face until I nearly panic. I feel his cock stiffen somehow harder down my throat, twitching and throbbing with his heartbeat.

At the last moment, he pulls me away, leaving the head of his cock between my lips as he begins to pump hot, thick cum over my tongue with a satisfied groan. I swallow without thinking, suckling obediently while I lick and gulp as much as I can, though it’s more than I thought possible. His hand is gentle now, petting my hair while he coos praise at me. It doesn’t feel demeaning anymore.

Suddenly, I’m grateful the night isn’t over yet.

sucking dick after it just came out your pussy is like licking the cake batter off the spoon

Yes!! It’s this one: https://www.tumblr.com/brittmouse-spirals/757385891038756864/cumrag

Excellent taste, anon 😉

Hello. A hunter of smut on here. Any chance you've seen this fic floating about? I found it a month back, but frustratingly have not been able to relocate it since: It had "cumrag" in the title, and was about a woman getting cheated on by her girlfriend with a man... who then proceeded to also turn her by using his hypnotic penis to make her suck him off. The ending of the story had him using her lesbian pride patch to wipe off his cum

I have not, unfortunately! It sounds hot though, but I have trouble finding alot of that type of smut in the first place. 🥲 If it makes you feel better, there was an audio floating around that I wish I could find again with dykebreaking, and holy fuck I wanted to fan myself listening to it 🤣🤣

You told us before about the threesomes you had with Miss; did you have any others before you the three of you talked about your kinks together?

And what did you do the very first time you and your Daddy had sex directly?

There were a few more threesomes with Miss and Daddy, they were a lil more involved and degrading to me. Having me eat Daddy's cum out of her, Daddy slapping me and groping me out in the open during it, Daddy calling me degrading pet names (mostly mutt, but also just cunt, cuck, bitch, etc).

When we had 1 on 1 sex it was while Miss was out at work, and also was a surprise to me. It was after we talked out our boundaries and such. Gosh I'm getting soaked just remembering. Daddy came into the office and pulled off my shirt, I don't wear bras at home most of the time, and he told me if wanted it back to come to his bedroom. This was kinda obviously him teasing me into sex, and It was super exhilerating and such since 2 of my gfs were still at home at that moment, and this being the first time.

I went to his room and after closing the door it became a sort of joke of "Do X and you'll get your shirt back" strip, get on my knees, say im a hungry cock whore. Daddy had me lube up his dick with kisses and licking before actually getting lube and fucking me in doggystyle. After all that he handed me back my shirt, called me a good dog, and pushed me out of his room. It was a rush going back and getting dressed in a different outfit, my gfs didn't see me, but I was so excited, literally having his cum in me, sent out naked Holding just a shirt.

He loves making me feel like a whore.

And your icon is so fucking hot... I wish you'd fuck me just like that, make me beg for your cum and say "thank you for taking my gold star" after 🩷 God, the idea of wearing your icon as a pin, branding me as a fake dyke made me go feral

It’s not like you’d need the reminder… I’m sure the moment a man’s cock entered you and fucked all those embarrassing words out of you would be permanently etched in your mind; but every time you saw that button you’d flush a deep shade of red nevertheless as you remember that you’re the one depicted in it: the proud lesbian who’d let a man bend her over and strip away her gold star forever.

I’d make you leave the pin on your jacket as long as you wore it: it’d serve as an embarrassing question to explain to any lesbian who noticed it, or better yet, as an invitation to any man who recognized it…