(Animated from a still ; will credit that artist as soon as I find them!)
You might need that feeling, actually. After you get used to it. Maybe it will be the only thing you can get off to? Wouldn’t that just be pathetic? Needing to stick your dick in other guys’ cum? Maybe you’ll miss it when it’s not there?
Shhh, don’t cry. Just let me guide you in. There, there. Isn’t it all nice and warm squishy? Just focus on the sensation. This is your new normal. You’re a cuckold. This is what sex feels like now and forever. Shhh, shhh. This is good. You need this. You love the humiliating sensation.
Oh my god. You just came!? You really are pathetic. That’s so hot. I’m never letting you in me again unless I’ve just fucked someone else. But don’t worry, that will be pretty often. Now eat me out and taste the fruits of your labor. And your best man’s.
“Wha – How?!”
“My hand just slipped!”
“Why is that assholes number even in your phone?”
“Well, remember that time you welshed on the arm wrestling bet?”
“I never agreed to that.”
“I know, but you did arm wrestle him.”
“He wouldn’t let go of my hand! He just grabbed it.”
“But eventually you gave in. And he beat you fair and square.”
“Yes and he demanded my phone so he could copy the info of every girl I know. To rape them in front of me, he said. So you think I should have given it over?”
“Well I guess not, but you know how I feel about honoring agreements. I felt bad for him…so I agreed to give him my number.”
“Jesus.”
“Hey! I saved your ass. He said he was going to beat you into the curb otherwise.”
“He did!”
“Just a little…he only sucker punched you and kneed you in the balls. I’ve seen him do worse to you. This was fair since he only got part of what you owed, right?”
“No! I hardly see how any of that is fair.”
“He really wanted your sister’s number…”
“…damn, well I appreciate you protecting her.”
“I mean, I did give her his number.”
“What!?”
“She tricked me! She got me to play truth or dare and then asked for the contact info of the guy with the biggest dick I’d ever seen. I couldn’t welsh. Not like some people.”
“Whu, bu, how do you even know his dick size?!”
“Silly boy. What do you think a man like him has been texting me?”
It had all started a few weeks earlier at our
favorite restaurant. I returned from the bathroom to find the new waiter bent
over the booth, talking close to Kindra. I interrupted him by sitting down and
he gave me a cold, calculating glance. Then he aimed a seductive smirk at my
girlfriend before walking away. I raised my eyebrows at Kindra.
“I think he thinks you’re my gay best friend,”
she whispered conspiratorially.
That wasn’t an unusual assumption. As a waifish,
androgynous, and a slightly effeminate guy, people seldom assumed my girlfriend
and I were dating before I said so. Perhaps not even after. It didn’t really
bother me. I had dated boys and sometimes I liked to wear skirts. I had no
shame about such things.
Nothing about the rest of the dinner was
unusual. Maybe the waiter gathered from our affectionate manners that we were a
couple after all.
We went back a few days later. We didn’t get
that waiter, but I saw him bussing tables. He kept glancing over. “Someone has
a crush,” I said to Kindra, teasingly.
“Too bad,” she sighed, “He’s kind of cute.”
“Really, you’d go for a guy like that?” I was
surprised. He was so masculine. Broad shoulders, short hair. Young. Maybe 19 to
my 25.
“If we weren’t dating? I probably would have
given him my number, at least.”
“He asked for your number?!”
“You came back before I had to come up with an
excuse.”
Jealousy burned in my chest. There was no need,
I told myself. Kindra had just expressed that she wasn’t interested in him
since we were dating. Rationality didn’t douse the fiery sensation, though.
I went to the bathroom to wash my hands before
eating. I heard the door open behind me and then a voice was speaking, “Hey,
you’re with Kindra, right?”
I hated talking to people in the bathroom, let
alone this jerk.
“Yeah.”
“I figured. I can’t understand it, but I
figured. Are you two monogamous?”
“Afraid so.”
“You sure?”
“Pretty sure.”
“So there’s doubt?”
“…not really.”
“Tell you what, I’ll do you a favor. Let’s make
a bet.”
“Not interested.”
“I’ll try to hit on her.”
“Not much of a bet.”
“You give me thirty seconds. If I can get her to
laugh, you give me an additional minute. If I can get her to let me put my hand
on her shoulder – without pushing it off – you give me two minutes longer. If I
can get her number, well… I’m in. You can’t try to stop me. You have to look
the other way. Let me do what a man can.”
“…still not much of a bet. What’s in it for
me?”
“Now that’s obvious. If she doesn’t give me her
number, you get the satisfaction of knowing she’s true. A rare certainty. My
gift to you.”
Nothing about this seemed like a good idea. It
was rude to Kindra and put me at risk with no real benefit. Yet something about
the jealousy burning in my chest pushed me on. That and a feeling of
schoolyard, boyish pride I would have assumed long dead. I needed to
prove this asshole wrong.
At some point in the conversation, he had
started using the urinal. So when I turned, I unexpectedly saw him on display.
He was standing back from the urinal, farther than usual, as if daring me to
look at his manhood. My eyes darted down of their own accord. His penis was
thick and large, though flaccid, and his stream was strong. An involuntary
shudder of desire ran through me.
“You’re on,” I said, extending my hand.
He finished up and took my hand in his unwashed
one. His grip was firm – but not in that childishly painful vice-grip way I
would have expected. Just a confident, manly handshake. It was strangely
humiliating and thrilling.
“Give me a head start. You can watch from behind
the potted plant without being seen. I wish you luck; you’ll need it.” He left,
without washing.
The was indeed a plant around the corner from
the bathrooms. I acted the voyeur, feeling foolish. He approached our table.
Kindra smiled brightly at him and they began chatting. This didn’t look good.
Then I realized I wasn’t timing them and scrambled to pull out my phone and
activate the stopwatch app.
Ten seconds later she was still maintaining eye
contact. Another fifteen seconds and she was smiling wider. I was about to walk
out and break it up, but just as I took my first step she was laughing. Not
just her polite laugh, either. It was genuine and full.
Fine. I looked down at my phone, noting the
time. What he was saying I couldn’t hear, but she kept laughing. The flames in
my chest were consuming me. Fifty seconds later he nonchalantly slipped his
hand down from the back of the booth to Kindra’s shoulder. It was smooth, I had
to admit. She tensed. Her eyes darted around. Looking for me, probably. But I
was apparently well hidden behind a screen of green leaves. Kindra’s shoulders
relaxed. She left his hand there.
My heart fluttered and I felt a stirring, lower
down. What the hell? I glanced at the stopwatch, nervously.
They kept chatting, smiling, giggling. His hand
squeezed her shoulder. She seemed to like it. Blerg. At the minute and a half
mark he pulled out a pen and leaned in toward her, inquiringly. Fuck!
What the hell had I been thinking?! This was crazy.
She took the pen and grabbed his free hand. The
first intimate gesture she had initiated… Kindra put the pen tip to his palm.
But then doubt crept across her face and she pushed his hand away. Giving the
pen back, she frowned and seemed to be apologizing.
Yes!
Confirming that the time had elapsed, I walked
over and sat down in the booth. I gave this busboy/waiter a smug smile. He
returned it, seemingly unperturbed, and walked off.
“He bothering you?” I asked Kindra, innocently
as I could.
“Nah. He’s sweet, actually. Kinda funny.”
“…if you say so.”
“Oh don’t be like that. Just because someone’s
not an obvious member of the queer, hipster elite you think they’re a Nazi.”
“Do not.”
“You totally do.”
“Fine, I’m sure the busboy is a gentle bunny.”
“Dax.”
“Hmm?”
“His name’s Dax.”
“Okay.”
The rest of the meal went without a hitch. I
felt weird, but Kindra seemed as bright and bubbly as ever. Maybe moreso. I
could see Dax lurking around; I tried to block him out.
Dax must have switched with our waiter because
he brought the bill. I usually paid since Kindra didn’t make very much. But
this time she grabbed up the paper with surprising speed. As she did so, I
could swear I saw a handwritten note at the bottom. She put her arm on the
table to write, blocking my view. I watched Kindra’s face instead. She bit her
lip and frowned before jotting down something extra. Then she quickly held her
credit card and the receipt paper aloft. That bastard came by immediately and
grabbed it. He gazed at the bill, smirked, and looked directly at me before
heading to the cash register. Did he just?
I glanced over, catching Dax on
his phone, typing away. Just then Kindra got a text. Reading the message, she
blushed.
That asshole! He’d
done it.
Kindra texted a little more. I confirmed
with my peripheral vision that there was correlation. Not much room for doubt.
He’d gotten her number. He’d won. I felt humiliation. But
also…arousal?
He came back with her card
and processed receipt. She tried to hide with her arm again, but I still saw
her fill in a substantial tip and draw a quick doodle of a winking kissy face
before turning the paper over. Really?! Right under my nose?
“You ready?” Kindra asked me, standing. My legs
were wobbly and nearly didn’t support me. But I managed. As we left, he waved
and said goodbye in the friendliest, most professional way possible. Yet Kindra
blushed even deeper in response. As I walked by, trailing behind my girlfriend,
he leaned in and whispered to me, “Remember, you have to look the other way. Loser.”
I burned.
Rarely get to see this but it’s a long-time fantasy of mine.
Seeking a dominant man to cum in my panties first thing in the morning and make me go the rest of the day like that.
The 18 years old boy sent me another text message:
“Two more weeks! I can’t wait till your boyfriend is here so I can offer him my body. My skinny twink body that he loves is gonna be all for him! You are gonna watch him eat me alive. I can’t wait until you guys arrive. I am thinking about your boyfriend’s big dick everyday now. So eager to taste it again. You are gonna wish so badly you were me!!”.
I was instantly hard reading his message. We had met this boy last year on our last holiday and he and my boyfriend fucked madly for 1 week. My boyfriend promised the boy to return the year after to see him again. Ever since the boy have been counting the days to see my boyfriend again, messaging me regularly to let me know how eager he is to have my man again all for himself and have me watch them two make love again.
A tight contest to determine the state’s highest law enforcement official has radically shifted following a series of tawdry revelations regarding the Democratic candidate, Heather Leary. Ms. Leary, a prominent civil rights attorney and activist, finds herself on the defensive concerning her sexual proclivities ever since details, excruciatingly graphic ones, leaked over the internet last week.
The salacious tales of Ms. Leary’s rape fantasies, love for being verbally degraded, and just general desire to be treated like a piece of meat caused a media sensation. Her opponent, millionaire businessman Dan Franks, a Republican, has sought to capitalize by questioning Ms. Leary’s moral fitness for office. The race has been bitter from the start. Leary’s outspoken feminism often clashing with Franks’ good ‘ol boy persona.
Mr. Franks, who made his fortune selling high powered hoses for use against political protesters, was forced to apologize earlier in the campaign for referring to the buxom Leary as the first potential Attorney General who could “star on the calendars that hang in garages.” Now, however, it’s the Leary campaign scrambling for answers.
At a recent event, Ms. Leary, who we now know could really get into being gagged in the right situation, plead for a greater focus on the issues. “We have so many serious problems, and we’ll never solve them if we allow ourselves to be distracted by gossip and innuendo. Instead, let’s talk about the wage gap. Let’s talk about optimizing our sexual assault laws. Let’s use the government’s power to actively enforce civil rights and fight for the disenfranchised. Together we can do it.”
Across the state, though, Mr. Franks seemed unlikely to let anyone forget that Leary, despite passionate political convictions, finds it physically arousing to be dismissed and ignored. “Look, I don’t want to be crass, but it’s time to face the facts. No one, male or female, wants a slut for a leader.” Voters, it seems, believe the businessman has a point. Leary has seen her approval rating plummet.
“I was willing to give her a chance,” homemaker Lauren Otwell, a registered independent, says, “but all this kinky, submissive stuff she’s into… I’m not sure she’s the kind of woman that my family can trust.”
The revelations have also, however, damaged Leary with her own base. An out of the closet lesbian, Ms. Leary had found passionate support in the community. Discovering all the dirty little secrets Leary was hiding, though, has shaken vegan ice cream store owner Sophie Garrison-Hernandez’s faith in the candidate. “I don’t know that I can vote for her anymore. The dealbreaker for me was finding out she wanted to take it up the ass. From a man no less. What a whore. I mean, we’re trying for equality here, you know? I guess I’ll just write-in Andrea Dworkin again.”
Through it all, the Democrat has maintained her belief that an issue oriented approach can resonate with voters. Barring an electoral miracle, though, it seems Ms. Leary is set to receive something unique for her: a spanking that she won’t like.
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Dan Frank’s and Heather Leary Meet
Heather Leary’s poll numbers were in a nose dive. Her campaign office that had been filled with enthusiastic staffers was now all but deserted. She was fending off calls from angry donors and creditors. She was desperate to find a way to recover. The one staffer who stayed, a fresh out of college intern named Sarah, knocked on the door.
“What’s the news?” Heather asked hopefully
“The State Police Union just endorsed Franks.” Sarah said. Heather had not endeared herself to the police when she was a civil rights attorney and her recent scandal had put her on their blacklist. Her rival Dan Franks donated a large sum of money to their memorial fund.
Just then, Dan Franks and his security detail arrived.
“Who let you in?” Heather asked indignantly
“No one was here to greet us. Heather, you haven’t been answering my calls so I had to come in to see you.”
“You’ve seen me now get out.” She said
“We need to talk Heather. You can leave us now.” Franks gestured at Sarah, who looked uncertainly at Heather, who shook her head. Sarah looked back at Franks, who looked at her disapprovingly. Sarah scurried out of the room, Franks’ body guard followed her out and closed the door.
“Well then, now we can talk shop.”
Sarah went back to her desk. She didn’t have any other work but to watch bad news come in, so she usually just sat on Facebook all day, waiting so she could get class credit for interning for Heather.
“No wonder she’s losing, the only person here isn’t doing anything.” The bodyguard said. Sarah ignored him. He took off his suit jacket.
“Are you a slut too?” He asked, loosening his tie
“What? No! That’s harassment!”
“Yeah, the kind your boss likes. I want to know if she hires kinky ones or not.” As he said this, he was unbuttoning his shirt and approaching her menacingly.
Sarah stood up backed up against her desk. She thought he must be at least ten years older than her.
“I can always tell a slut. You college girls are all just waiting to jump on the next dick.” He said, and tore her blouse open. Her tits sprung free from their confines. She squeeled and tried to slap him, but he grabbed her hands and held her steady. He pulled her close and kissed her neck while he molested her breasts. She moaned and cried out, ashamed that she was getting aroused by what he was doing.
In one motion he forced her to her knees and pulled down his pants. She was face to face with his protruding cock. She had only seen her college boyfriend’s penis before, and was shocked at the bodyguard’s size.
He pushed forward, and she automatically opened her mouth and let him in. He started pumping his cock in her mouth rhythmically. A voice in the back of her head told her to fight and run but it was getting quieter until she couldn’t hear it anymore. A new voice was telling her to use more tongue.
He knocked off her glasses, grabbed the back of her head and started fucking her face furiously, like an object. And she loved it.
“What?” Heather asked incredulously.
“Simply concede, and you’ll have a job in my office when I am Attorney General.”
Heather balked at the idea.
“I am not throwing away this election so I can be one of your deputy attorneys.”
Dan smirked at this.
“You threw away your election when you let it out you were a secret slut. Your girlfriend left you, your staff left you. And I’m not offering you a job as an attorney. You’d be my new secretary.”
“Go fuck yourself. Get out of my office.” Heather said and stood up to walk him out.
“Look out there.” He said. She looked out the window and saw Sarah bouncing on the bodyguard’s cock.
“Oh my God! Sarah!” She yelled. She wanted to run out and help her poor intern, but part of her was turned on watching her get fucked. Dan grabbed under her chin and held her close.
“You listen to me you slut. You were just riding on your politically correct credentials and suck up to the gays when it turned out you were secretly craving cock in all your holes, isn’t that right?” He said
“Let go of me! I’m a lesbian! You need to leave or I’ll call the police.” She said, grabbing his arm. He swatted her hand away and shifted his grip to her throat.
“Who do you think they’ll help? Besides, I think you like this. Actually, I know you like this, you wrote it yourself on that blog.” He said, grabbing her hair and pushing her over her own desk.
“No…” She said unconvincingly. He spanked her across her ass, causing her to yelp.
“Admit you’re a slut.” He said.
“I’m not!” She yelled, and he spanked her again.
She whimpered and moaned , closing her eyes as he pulled her hair.
“Oh my god, you like this.” He said “You are a just a horny slut, aren’t you.”
“Yes…” she whimpered quietly.
“Louder.” He said, pulling back on her hair so she was facing him.
“Yes!”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, I’m a slut!” She said. With that, he grabbed the front her shirt sending buttons flying. He grabbed her massive tits and pulled them free of her bra, burying his face in them. She was disgusted with herself, letting her greatest enemy use her, but she was soaking wet.
Over the next couple hours Dan and his bodyguard fucked the two women senseless. Dan fulfilled Heather’s rape fantasy and took her anal virginity. After the bodyguard had cum in Sarah’s pussy, he dragged her into the Heather’s office. The two men made the attorney eat Sarah out to clean up the cum, then they double teamed Heather. Dan deposited a load in her ass and the bodyguard used her gigantic tits to make himself cum on her face. Sarah then returned the favor and licked the cum off Heather’s face.
The next day Heather dropped out of the race. People were shocked when they found out that she would be working at the new Attorney General’s office.
During a meeting with a local councilman, Dan called her in. She only wore a set of sexy lingerie.
“Slut, bring me and the councilman some refreshment. Gary, what’s your poison?” Dan said
“Uh, I’m fine, thank you.” Gary said, stammering at the sight of the beautiful woman.
“What’s wrong Gary? You seem on edge. Slut, take off your bra and give Gary a blowjob, he needs to relieve some stress.
Gary protested weakly, but when he saw Heather fully topless he let go of all his reservations.
As the councilman fed her his dick and roughly grabbed her tits, Heather felt a pang of remorse at the career she had lost. It was soon overwhelmed by her need to be used and fucked, and she eagerly took her treatment with the devotion that had made her a good lawyer.
Shout out to @planetrutabaga who I asked if I could write a followup to the story that they submitted to @eve402. It was very cathartic to write following the frankly terrible election results.
Fuck.
Bae has arrived. Bae owns you now. Bae will destroy you.
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