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The boss likes to mark me-bruise me-so that you know he has already had me. He needs the little yelps of pain I make as he slaps and spanks, needs me to squirm under his pain-filled embrace, before he can splatter and spray across my naked skin. He insists on watching me get dressed afterward, his final offering drying between the fabric and my skin...

We had just met-moments before at his club-and here I was exposed, groped, fondled in the parking lot minutes later...
Cupping your jaw in my hands,
Sharp nails scratching behind those ever
so attentive ears,
Eyes a gentle green, betraying the intense gaze into your mind,
You know who you belong to, even down to your base instincts..
As you should.
You were made to belong to Me
The excitement of getting to know someone’s kinks slowly, and smoothly slipping them into conversations. That little “good job” after basic tasks and watching their cheeks get hot. Seeing their eyes darting around the room as they look a little shy, their reactions being amusing.
bullying them into cumming. whispering in their ear, "is this what you like? is this really what gets you off? yeah?" as you violently hold them down and finger their dripping hole- to what they reply with "no! it's not! i- i hate it! i hate it!" so you reply, "then why are you so fucking noisy and soaked?!"
"desperate fuckmeat can't even hide they — love getting forcibly stretched.." and feeling them clench, spasm around your fingers, their needy whimpers filling the room. as you remove your drenched fingers from inside them, you finally go:
"there, there you go.. yeah.., i told you.. you were loving it, slut."
Soooooo I got groped in work today 🥰
One of the clients got a sneaky feel of my ass, I feel so honored!
Well I’m most definitely hard now.
I got all pent up and mindless scrolling your blog. I have lost my filter completely. All I can think about is groping you. Exposing your body, carefully pulling each breast out from under your shirt. “You’re such a good friend supporting me like this” I’d say, obsessively staring at your curves.
Knowing I am only allowed to grope you when I’m stressed, I’d tease you for a while. I’d fondle at your nipples and ask you if they are sensitive. As you start to squirm and get progressively more wet I’d become more overwhelming. I’d rest my aching bulge against your shoulder and it would eventually find your soft cheeks. You giggle and try and adjust moving away I’d pull you back towards my cock by your very erect nipples.
“Would you wanna maybe try something else today?” I’d ask. “I hope this is okay” I’d state….
How much fun it would be to act innocent as I corrupt you into my perfect friendly grope toy.
~ Big hug for you -
Nothing gets me as much as a bit of corruption. I’m so easy for it. I love helping out. It would be quite unfair of me not to when my tits are the perfect destress tool.
And when you tell me you’d like to try something else I’ll nod so eagerly. I never want to ask for more. I don’t want to be the one to cross boundaries, even when my panties are soaked through. Manipulate and corrupt me under the guise of faux innocence and friendship
Seeing a cute nerd get on the bus, wondering if it could be you. Unsuspecting nerd by day, mindless needy floor humping fuckdoll by night.
~ Stress-toy ~ Sex Story ~
Tell me does this turn you on?
You’re craving to have your holes violated and tits groped! Too bad I’m on my way to work. I’m feeling so rough and selfish right now. I’d love to find you all needy and wet rubbing your holes when I get home.
You’d hear the clasp as I remove my belt and unzip my pants. Horny from a day full of problem solving, I wouldn’t even pull my pants off before I’d mount you. My problems have become yours to solve now. You’d feel my hips loosen and relax and notice my breath become slow.
I’d climb on top of you and wrap my textured fingers around your neck. I’d hold your throat tight, tight enough to keep you from moving beneath me. Without a word I’d grope and slap your tits, pinching at your nipples, toying with them how I like.
“You’re going to be my stress-toy for the next few hours”, I would say watching you node in agreement.
You’d wince from the sharp sudden pleasure between your spread legs. You’d wince from the pain and pleasure of slaps to your clit. You’re such a whore, I can feel you completely soaked with my fingers experimentally exploring your pussy’s entrance.
With you unable to move, I’d climb towards your mouth, insert my cock into your throat, and immediately fuck your face exactly how I like. I’d purposely make you gag and spit so your tits become covered in your own juices. I’d hold your nose and watch you closely. I’d slide in and out of your gapping mouth, restricting your oxygen, completely in control of your consciousness. I’d do this until I was edged and you have become completely delirious.
I’d move myself down, sliding my dripping cock over your stomach. With the tip naturally finding your entrance, without warning I’d shove myself deep into your pussy. You’re so wet I know now, you enjoy being such a useful stress-toy.
“You’re such an attention whore, you make for such a good cumsleeve, slut”, I’d grunt at you. Listening to you whimper, I’d hold you by the hair on the back of the head and pound into you harder and harder. Again edged and leaking pre-cum I’d pull out and flip you over, spanking your ass hard.
“That’s a good whore, arch your dirty hole towards me, you like being used like this, it’s so obvious”, I’d repeat to you. I’d force my pulsing cock back into you with less patience than before, keeping you pinned with my body weight.
You realise that you can feel my huge load being dumped directly in your pussy. I’d grown and grunt as I slap and abuse your ass, continuing to pump strings of cum into you while I bash against your cervix.
Speechless, I’d lay on top of you, taking in the mess of you I’ve just made. You’d hear me sigh with satisfaction, you’d know, you are good.
“I’m not done with you yet” I’d say.


My good girl. My cumtoy. My everything.
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