Oh shit… he was twice as big as you… and by the girl’s reaction it was pretty obvious who they were going to use like a fuck toy and who was going to get his balls banded until they were done… YOU DIDN’T WANT TO PLAY ANYMORE! …you pulled at the cuffs as your hard-on shrunk down to a tiny pale mushroom… you couldn’t even stay hard in the same room as that monster dick! He smiled at you as the horny giggling girls pulled your poor balls through the elastrator band… “I can go all night, dude. You can kiss your balls goodbye. =) And in about 4 hours, when they’re about to be done for good… I’m gonna be fucking YOUR ass… I’m gonna turn you into a castrated faggot in front of these girls…” The girls thought it was hilarious as they played with your darkening balls and joked about how your dick was already broken. =(
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Your heart sinks. What an anniversary gift. One year since your first date at this very restaurant. She had angrily demanded monogamy when you had suggested an open relationship shortly after that date. You apologized profusely. It had been your best friend’s crazy idea. Former best friend. He said any girl would totally leave you if you tried to be monogamous. You’d never dated anyone; didn’t know any better. It must have been his prank but it was too far. You promised her you’d never to bring it up again and broke off contact with the friend.
Turns out she got this “friend’s” number from your phone and texted him a piece of her mind.
She berated him fiercely.
He replied: “Lol, you’d be a saint to stay monogamous with that limp dicked fool. I love the cuck but you’ll see I wasn’t lying”. Soon after you two started having sex…she texted him again. “Fuck, I think you were right. He’s the sweetest guy I know but I need more… God, why are you my only confidante now? I’m still way too jealous for an open relationship, though…” His reply was swift, “Duh, just cheat on him. And, yes, you can come to my place for a proper fuck any time. What are friends for?”
She tells you, “So I really think we owe your friend an apology. I mean, you do. You can see how I apologized. Multiple times. But I mean, he gave you solid advice. Any girl would leave you if she didn’t have someone else to satisfy her urges. And look at how ungratefully you have shunned him since then. I really think your apology should be to give him your ticket for our romantic weekend get-away. That seems fair, don’t you think?”
My eyes felt heavy, and the world felt distant. When he spoke this way, in that odd cadence of his, I could feel myself slipping a little. When we were still in high school we used to play hypnotism. Or rather I’d let him dangle a pocket watch that he’d bought at a mall kiosk in front of my eyes and drone on and on because we had been friends since we were young and I didn’t have the heart to tell him that it was a load of bullshit.
That’s what I recognized the voice from, his attempts to hypnotize me. It never worked of course, I’d just play along and close my eyes when he told me to sleep and then stop paying attention until he told me to wake up.
He was counting down, from five to one. I yawned as he got to three, thinking about how late I’d stayed awake the night before. My eyes blinked as he hit two and at one they closed. It was relaxing to just let go like this, not into hypnosis like he thought but just to stop worrying about the world for a few minutes.
It’s awhile later, it doesn’t really make much difference and I don’t bother to check, when I open my eyes. He smiles expectantly at me and I stand and undress for him. I know he wants it, I know we’re just friends but it feels okay to do. Natural, and it’s not like we’re dating. I can be naked with him as much as I want, we’re old friends.
“So about that sorority,” he says as I sit in his lap so he can fondle my tits better.
I nod. We’d been arguing about that for awhile. He thinks it would be good for me to get out and join one. I think he just wants me to wear a bunch of makeup and ditz myself up to fit in.
“I signed up,” I say, unbuttoning his jeans, “I just wanted you to stop bugging me about it.”
“Good Girl,” he says guiding my head down towards his cock.
My lips wrap around it as I take it into my mouth. My last boyfriend had always been trying to get me to give him head, but I never liked the feel of a dick at the back of my throat. Of course being an old friend Michael had taken it upon himself to show me how, and now I pay him back by regularly blowing him.
It’s the least I can do.
He pets my head, and repeats, “Good Girl.”
I feel a flush of pride as I suck. I love being a good girl.
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.
You were all drunk at the party and you suddenly started joking with your friend about how huge his cock was. Things escalated quickly from there, and your GF asked him to show it.
The three of you went to a quiet bedroom and he pulled down his pants. His massive dick jumped up, hard as a rock, and your girlfriend followed her instincts, falling to her knees instantly.
“Oh my god!!! It’s fucking.. massive!” Without even looking at you, she grabbed his rod and started to masturbate your best friend. “Can I suck it? Oh my god that’s so hot”.
He just smiled and pushed her head onto his dick. You were so horny that not even a single word would come out of your mouth, your dick, half of his size, peaking in your pants.
You guys were reaaaally drunk. That’s why nobody thought it was weird when your GF held his cock, looked at you and said “honey it’s so fucking good, you HAVE to try it!”
Your friend just grabbed the back of your neck, just liked he’d done with hers, and made you worship his massive dong, making you his faggot right in front of her.
He moaned loud: “fuuuuck.. that feels great”.
You and your beloved girlfriend spent the night sucking and stroking his dick. He then fucked her for more than an hour, letting you lick and suck his balls and cock every now and then. At the end, he sprayed a massive load in both of your mouths.
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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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.
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