Ohhhh She Really Needed To Go, What A Messy Spurt

ohhhh she really needed to go, what a messy spurt <3

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how did you get a picture of me?

umm.. literally me..? um..

THIS EXACTLY

Cock whore this, dirty slut that.

No sir. You don’t understand.

When I tell men I want to be treated like a whore I don’t mean cute leashes and crawling to you all sexy. Treat me like a runaway teen who ask if you want a fuck for twenty bucks outside a truck stop. Imagine that I’m so desperate I’ll let you do anything to me.

Bend me over in your back seat and don’t tell me you’re going to fuck me raw and pump your cum into me. Make me get naked. Make me spread my holes. Use me in ways you have only ever thought of, dreamed of, things you would be ashamed to do to your girlfriend or wife. Tell me they’d never let someone treat them like you’re about treat me, because they have self respect, because their lives have meaning.

Punch my tits, slap my face, kick my cunt, make me cry out in pain and then shut me up by fucking my face until I can’t breath. Make me crawl on the filthy floor as you piss on me, make me chase the stream and cut up my knees trying to catch it in my mouth and when I don’t get enough of it make me lick it off the floor while you rape my ass. Pull out only to run the length through my folds, against my clit, tell me I’m a sick bitch for having a wet pussy and then go back and forth between fucking both holes and tell me to oink like a pig or moo like a cow depending on which one you’re using. Slap the back of my head each time I get it mixed up. Make me suck you clean every time you dump a fresh load inside of me and then scoop up the drippings and rub it on my face.

Tell me constantly that I’m a worthless piece of shit, that I’m going to pay you for every load of hot cum you waste inside of me.

Make me suck on your balls while you rub your cock on my face and talk about how no one would notice if I never came back. Make me beg for my life while I bounce on your cock and tell me it depends on whether I can make you cum, then start counting and don’t tell me what you’re counting up to. Make love to my abused cunt with your hand around my throat and your lips to my ear as you moan over and over again, “I’m going to fucking kill you, I’m going to fucking kill you.”

Make me masturbate while dunking my head in the toilet and when I cum grudgingly admit that at the very least it’s funny to watch me being such a stupid fucking whore.

When you’re done with me spit on my body and leave me on the floor, exhausted and covered in fluids. Take a picture and text it to me with a heart before you leave. Let me know our first date was just ok and I’m going to have to try harder if I want you to keep fucking me.

…when I tell you I want men to use me, I mean this.

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I might just as well, this is hot as fuckkkk~

I don't see enough people appreciate the kind of bladder control i'm into (in fiction): nonconsensual, but intentional, but bordering on impersonal. It's as whumpy as most of my fantasies.

When none of the characters is into piss kink, when it's just about the control.

A pet who's not allowed a bathroom break because it's further dehumanizing, a severe punishment awaiting them if they can't wait long enough. Squirming and doing everything to hold, terrified of what would happen if they let go. Forgotten about for hours and hours in a cage with no way to leave, no way to relieve themself. Pushed past their every limit, until even breathing hurts, squeezing themself and crying quietly, hoping against all hope and growing more and more desperate because they know, they know they won't last. When their owner returns, there's no understanding of the circumstances, no interest, they're only disgusted. Maybe later they do make their pet drink too much and wait too long, but none of it is sexual -- they like seeing the pain, the desperation, the degradation when the pet begs them to be allowed to go. But they enjoy not giving them any of that.

Anyway, that's what I love in fiction and reading consensual real life desperation of people here is super hot. But if someone's writing fiction. Gods please someone write something like this. Or I might just.