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Hey practical if perhaps unsexy advice for too-tight-for-dildos anon: I started myself off with a beginner pegging toy, its tapered so you can take it fairly easily when you're working up from nothing. I couldn't take a finger at first, and i can take 2 inch diameter cocks now. Good luck! 😘

Thanks anon! Practical advice is always welcome, especially when it helps facilitate sexy experiences later… good luck indeed!

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 🤣🤣

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

It's ok to have rape fantasies/kinks where you're the aggressor.

It's ok to have teacher/student fantasies/kinks where you're the teacher.

It's ok to have power imbalance fantasies/kinks where you're the one with more power.

It's ok to have predator/prey fantasies/kinks where you're the predator.

It's ok to have pain/punishment fantasies/kinks where you're the one inflicting the pain/punishment.

Your fantasies and kinks don't make you a bad person.

Safely exploring your fantasies and kinks through fiction or through role playing (either online or in-person acts) with other consenting adults doesn't make you a bad person.

coerced sex becomes less coerced…

It’s been months now since we began our arrangement, and now my discomfort no longer stems from regularly sleeping with a man, but that I enjoy it.

I’ve stopped dating altogether. I tell myself I’m just not interested, but I know deep down it’s because I thought about him with the last girl I slept with. The shame and confusion after that is just too much to risk again…

Every month, after hours on end being used like a whore with his cum still warm deep inside me, I leave his apartment feeling right. The last few times I was even horrified to find myself reluctant to go. So I don’t even stop to think about it before I’m nodding vigorously when he says I should stay until Monday instead, his cock still twitching inside me.

Which is how I find myself on my knees, womb strangely warm and heavy from days of repeated breedings, grinding against his leg and lovingly worshiping his cock while he watches the Sunday game. He’s given me "studying material" since my first attempt at a blowjob, and the fact that I’ve apparently gotten better gives me a weird, warm pride that I prefer not to think about.

He doesn’t acknowledge me while the game is on, just sips his beer and occasionally pets my head, and I’ve never felt more like a pet. Being ignored only makes me work harder to get his attention. I think he’s doing it on purpose, and I hate how much that makes me drip.

It feels like I’ve been nuzzling and licking and suckling his cock for hours - I don’t even know how long a football game normally lasts - when he finally looks down at me. He’s turned the TV off, and I was too busy to notice. The only sounds in the room are the wet noises of my mouth on his crotch.

I never stop my work, reveling in his full attention as he finally smirks down at me. His rough fingers comb my hair back from my face, and I lean into it with a sigh without a thought. It all feels so natural now.

"You’ve been such a good girl," he says in that sickeningly sweet tone that always makes me blush and squirm in the worst way. "So patient, I can feel how wet you are," he nudges the shin I’m still humping against me, inducing a squeak. "I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?"

A few days ago, I might have been embarrassed by how enthusiastically I nod. His broadening sneer only makes my heart race harder. He guides me up to straddle his lap, pulling me close until my dripping pussy is pressed intimately against his cock, still wet with my spit. He chuckles when I instinctively thrust against him with a whimper.

He urges me higher with strong hands on my hips, guides his head to press lightly against my entrance, and then… settles back in his chair and watches me expectantly. I’m too desperate to wait any longer.

I let myself sink down onto his hot, throbbing dick with a humiliating groan. He’d fucked me only this morning, and yet it feels like forever since he’s stretched me. I fall forward until my breasts press to his broad chest, no longer strange, and bury my face in his neck.

I cling to him while I grind on his cock in an almost drunken haze, slowly swiveling my hips, clenching around him with every thrust, feeling his big, strong body against me. I find myself working for his orgasm instead of mine, but I don’t question it. That only seems natural.

It’s when I beg softly into his ear that he cums with a shuddering moan, his arms wrapping around me and crushing me into his body while he bucks impossibly deeper into me. As it almost always does, the frantic throbbing of his cock inside me and blissful warmth of his seed spreading through my belly send me over the edge too, moaning weakly as my whole body spasms.

I realize ten minutes later, still twitching in his possessive hold, that this had been a first. A big one.

Of all the times he had filled my pussy, it had always been by his choice and his actions. Bending me over the couch, or pinning me to the bed, or pressed into the wall of the shower. But this time, he hadn’t done a thing. I had milked him with my "lesbian" cunt like I’d die without his cum. I think there should be disgust or shame, but I just feel… full.

“No, sweetie, it’s not comphet to have a crush on a fictional male character. Comphet is when I force you to suck this man’s cock because I get off on it. Now be a good girl for Mommy”

I’m too embarrassed to get off of anon but I crave a cock so badly yet I’ve never taken one before, so I recently purchased some dildos but I’m too small to take them no matter how much lube I use. I can never cram them deep enough :(

Don’t be shy anon, I don’t bite! I’m much more of a nibbler 😘

You poor thing… I can’t imagine what it’s like to want to try a cock so badly, but to be denied by your own inexperience. Don’t sweat it, and don’t lose hope… you’ll be surprised at how much your holes can accommodate once you practice enough. The key is edging and teasing yourself with just the tip until you’re too horny to care about how tight you are, and yes, more lube that you think you could possibly need.

Your holes were built for taking cock; they have a way of stretching themselves wider all on their own once you want it badly enough. And from there, it’ll just be a matter of keeping yourself as satisfied as you can before you’re finally ready to move on to the real thing…

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.

Update since I deleted

I have a Daddy now! He lives in with us, with my (now ex) gf. Out of respect for the fact that she's Daddy's GF I'll call her Miss in my posts. Miss helped me realize a lot about myself by encouraging threesomes with her and Daddy, and once Daddy and I fucked it finally kind of clicked with me. We all talked and basically, Miss and I broke up, she's straight now, and is fully commited to Daddy. I am too, but I'm not his gf of course, He calls me Mutt or my name most of the time.

It was genuinely a lot of discussion about boundaries and kinks we know are fucky but get off to regardless. We are understanding limits, and have clear safeword boundaries going both ways, cause my kinks are honestly much more extreme than theirs, but we want to slowly push all of us into them.

Mine and Miss's other 3 gfs aren't really involved in this as they're far less kinky, and while within the kink the goal is "converting them" that's not something we're working on. They understand we are exploring things in a healthy and safe way.

Glad to see and share with all of you again.

do u accept pics in ur dms

I absolutely do! I’m very happy to receive any token of appreciation if you enjoy my blog: words of gratitude, pictures, fantasies… there’s nothing like hearing all about what you want me to do to your body, and then being shown what you want me to do it to ❤️

As with all my followers, I just ask that you be over the age of 18 and have your age/age range posted in your bio or pinned post

I've been dreaming about you to telling me how you'd break my dyke cunt... But I'm too shy to get off anon :(

You poor thing… you’re so close. Just imagine what a thrill it will be to finally reveal your shameful secret, and to a man, no less… one who’ll no doubt stoke that fire inside you into a blaze, who’ll find out what makes you tick and use it to drive you even more wild with lust. It only takes one small step… but your cunt will thank you for starting it down this path. Until then, I’ll be waiting… my inbox and DMs are always open, and it’s amazing how brave you can get when you’re sufficiently turned on…

(On a more serious note, admitting your desires to someone sounds a lot scarier than it actually is, I promise! I put on a big intimidating persona in public here, but in private kink is all about feeling comfortable and reassured enough with someone to let yourself have fun. Probably 80-90% of my typical interactions with people are out-of-character. Feel free to DM, but always move at your own pace!)

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.

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…

I wish I would meet you in a dark alley while wearing my jacket full of lesbian pins 🩷

It’d be so adorable hearing them all jingle as I push you up against the wall and violate you… a fun little reminder of everything that I’m stripping away from you and ignoring just so I can pleasure myself with your body. I think when I was done, or when you were too preoccupied to notice, I’d slip a new pin onto that jacket to server as a reminder for you… one that looks just like my icon ❤️