If This Post Gets Enough Notes, I'll Post A Picture Of Myself For Everyone To Degrade.

If this post gets enough notes, I'll post a picture of myself for everyone to degrade.

I'm your fleshlight.

You don't fuck me. I am a toy that helps you get off.

Use my desperate pussy to jerk off while you fantasize about beautiful girls with fat asses that I can't compare to, no matter how much I squat.

Cover my face, put a laptop on my back and pull up girls you like while you fuck me.

Tell me shut up, because fleshlights don't whimper and moan. Finish as quickly as you want, because I don't deserve to cum on your massive cock.

🩷 Spill your cum on the floor, and watch me desperately lap it up just for a taste of you, while I thank you for spoiling me. 🩷

Just had to share because I thought this was incredibly hot.

I want to befriend a girl who has a boyfriend. She and I get close, close enough to start talking about our sex lives. She tells me she and her boyfriend are pretty kinky, not quite a TPE dynamic but you’d be forgiven if you made that mistake. She knows I’m a lesbian, and this seems like just as good a time as any to tell her I’ve always been curious about being with a man. She perks up at this.

“Well,” she says, “we love having a third person involved, it’s always fun. You should come over tonight!”

“Tonight? Shouldn’t you ask him first?” I ask, my nerves pretty evident.

“I’ve never known him to turn away a guest,” she says.

So I agree. We take an Uber to her place, and chat about what I can expect on the way there. She promises we’ll go at my speed and I’ll get exactly what I need.

When we arrive, she closes the door and locks it behind us, then calls out into the house for her boyfriend.

“Daddy, I brought over that friend I was telling you about!”

She kicks off her shoes at the door, I do the same, then follow her back into the house. She takes me back to a bedroom that has the door closed. She opens it to what must be their play room; it’s stocked with every bdsm implement you could possibly imagine, hundreds of toys, furniture I couldn’t afford in a lifetime. I marvel at it for a while, before approaching their saint andrew’s cross, just taking it in.

“Pretty neat, huh?” she asks. “You want me to cuff you to it?”

I grin and nod; an innocent enough question given the context. She does, my hands above my head, back flush to the wooden material. She steps back.

“That’s a good look on you!” she says cheerfully.

Just then, the bedroom door opens behind her, and a man several years older than her steps in. This must be her boyfriend. Before you can introduce yourself, he closes the door behind him and my friend speaks.

“She’s another one of those stupid dykes who thinks she doesn’t need men,” she says.

My blood runs cold, and I freeze. This cannot be real. Can it?

“That so?” he asks, gruffly, approaching me. I try to wriggle away, but I’m stuck. He palms one of my breasts and squeezes hard enough for me to yelp. “Well. I’m really good at teaching you bitches your place.”

My “friend” giggles from behind him and comes up next to him. She grabs the waistband of my pants and underwear and pushes them down and off. I make a noise of protest.

“Don’t worry, Daddy and I will take such good care of you,” she purrs, running her fingers through my regrettably wet slit. She hums. “This happens every time. I think that all of you so-called lesbians really crave being put in your place by a man, don’t you?”

“Don’t touch me!” I finally manage, trying to kick them away or do something.

Her boyfriend clicks his tongue at me and holds my legs still. My friend takes the cue to cuff my ankles to the cross, truly trapping me. Before she gets up from her kneeling position, she reaches for the button on her boyfriend’s jeans, and takes out his cock, which is big and hard and leaking. I gulp.

“By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be thanking me for fucking you, you’ll be begging me to fuck you. You’ll be a dumb, empty-headed little cock slut for me and my friends, taking our cum day in and day out until you don’t know how to live without it,” he growled. “The only time you’ll fuck another girl is for my entertainment, because that’s all ‘lesbian’ is. A porn category.”

As he speaks, he’s shuffling forward and lining up his massive cock with my woefully unprepared cunt. My friend walks behind the cross and reaches around, flipping up my shirt and bra to begin pinching and twisting my nipples, making me cry out. Then, he thrusts forward, his cock tearing me open, making me sob. He brushes the tears streaming down my cheeks away as he keeps fucking up into my cunt.

“Welcome home.”

I do this too! Makes me feel like a good little submissive gooner. If anyone would like to send me porn or encourage me or just generally make me your little stroke pet for 10 minutes or so during the day, please don't hesitate to send!

Thank you mommy, I'm glad you're happy with me🥵😍🍆