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The Remote:
The salesman had told you to use the remote sparingly. “It’s pretty powerful, even on the lowest setting!” he’d said as he put it in the bag and handed it over to you. “If I were you, I’d start one or two clicks at a time, to be as precise as possible. You wouldn’t want to bring her down so much that she can’t complete basic tasks.” he chuckled. You gave him a reserved smile, taking the unmarked bag and exiting the store, hurrying to your car, almost as if you were worried that someone you knew would see you exiting a sex shop. Those chances were slim. You’d had to drive way out of town to find one that carried the remote.
When you got home, your girlfriend was standing at the kitchen counter with her back to you and a Bluetooth in her ear, nearly shouting on a work call. She didn’t seem to even notice that you’d entered the apartment. You sat at the breakfast bar facing her, while she commanded, “No, it was supposed to be handed in by Tuesday, so I guess that I, or anyone else on the team for that matter, won’t be clocking out until it’s done!” She continues chopping onions and you can hear chatter coming through her end of the Bluetooth. Curiously, still not fully believing it’ll work, you take the remote out of the bag, point it at her back, and give it a single conservative *click*.
When the chatter on the other end of the call stops, she replies, sounding quite annoyed, “Yes, it is a big deal, because the budget for our entire next quarter depends on the report-” You tune out the work chatter and head to the bedroom, holding the remote up and inspecting it. Had it been a rip off? A simple silver rectangle with a red button in the center that said the word “down” on it. Maybe it was a clever scam, or maybe you just hadn’t been that clever yourself. You flipped it over to search for a slot to insert batteries or plug in a charger, but no such luck. You probably should’ve noticed that in the store, huh?
A few minutes later, your girlfriend comes into the bedroom, and as she does, you slip the remote under your pillow to get it out of sight. “Hey honey, I didn’t see you come in!” she says, sounding tired, as she plugs her earpiece into the charger on her nightstand. “I’m cooking dinner now, should be done in a few minutes.” You smile and say that sounds good, and change into more comfortable clothes as she heads back to the kitchen. You follow soon after, slipping the remote into your pocket, plopping down comfortably on the couch, and turning on the TV. Once again, your curiosity gets the better of you, and while your girlfriend is standing by the fridge, pulling out a few more ingredients, you point the remote at her back and give it a swift *click click*
You wait to see any type of reaction, and when she doesn’t seem to show any signs of a change, you ask, “Hey sweetheart? What’s 4 times 4?” She turns to face you, a look of confusion on her face, and says, “Honey, if you need me, or a calculator, to answer 4 times 4, you’ve got bigger problems than I can help you with.” with a dry chuckle. You smile back politely at her joke, and feel perplexed. You’d been told by a friend at work that it was the real deal, and he’d had no reason to lie. Was the button stuck? Maybe it was because your girlfriend was a lot smarter than average as it is, so it was going to take more to make a difference. You waited for her to go back to cooking, before, as a last ditch effort, pointing it at her and giving it a generous *click click click click click*
She immediately stopped seasoning the chicken and seemed to sway back and forth slightly on her feet, as if she’s just taken one shot too many. “Sweetheart?” You ask, feeling confident that something has happened this time. “Mmm…yeah?” She replies, in a voice slightly-higher pitched than the one you’re used to hearing, slightly less sure-of itself. “You feeling okay?” She turns halfway around to look at you, a smile beaming on her face, and says, “Of course, silly! Why wouldn’t I be?” “Oh, uhh, just checking!” you answer. You’re shocked, but there was definitely an effect. You watched as she returned to cooking. Was it just you, or was she taking a moment to look at each ingredient she picked up, as if she needed a second or two to process exactly what it was, and what she was supposed to do with it?
She turned on the stove and tossed the chicken into a pan, washing her hands of all the bread crumbs and seasoning, and grabbing a bottle of wine out of the cabinet. As she fumbled around in the silverware drawer looking for the bottle-opener, you thought, “Maybe just a bit more for good measure.” *click click*
She pulled the bottle opener from the drawer, and you watched closely as she held it up to the bottle, before pulling her hand back away. She looked like she was going to try to put it on again, moving the opener around the top of the bottle at a few different angles, before asking, “Uhm…honey? Can you…help me with this?” She seemed slightly concerned at the realization that she couldn’t figure out how to uncork a bottle of wine, something she’d done at least once a week for years now, but the concern seemed to be somewhere far away, certainly not at the front of her mind. You left the remote sitting on the arm of the couch, and got up to go help her.
You twisted the opener into the cork, but before you had time to pop it out, your girlfriend made a sound something along the lines of, “Nnnghhhhh…” and her knees buckled. You put your hands on her hips to hold her up, and turned your head towards the couch to see your cat resting on the arm of the chair where the remote had been sitting. “Shit!” you exclaimed, and tossed a sponge sitting by the sink at him, sending him scurrying, and you could see that the remote had been under him. He must’ve been sitting on the remote for 10, maybe 15 seconds straight! You turned back to your girlfriend, and asked, “Sweetheart, you doing okay?”
There was a trail of drool making its way down her chin, glistening on her face and neck under the bright lights of the kitchen. “Mmm…nnnnnggghhhhmmm” she said from somewhere deep in her throat. The sound seemed to be both a moan and a whine at the same time. You felt one of her arms moving against the one you were using to hold her up, and saw that she was slowly, lazily rubbing herself through her shorts. You began to harden in your own sweatpants, and you loosened your grip on her hips, allowing her to fall to her knees in front of you.
She stopped rubbing herself for a moment to fumble with the knot on your pants, trying clumsily to untie it but having no luck, before pushing one hand under her shorts and rubbing herself desperately, looking up at you with a mouth covered in drool and pleading eyes. “Nnn…nnn…nnn” she moaned at you, as a wet spot formed and began spreading rapidly on the front of her shorts. You dropped your sweatpants, and before they could even hit the floor she’s taken the full length of your cock down her throat. Her mouth was soaking wet already, and strands of drool hung from your shaft as she bobbed up and down from your head to your balls. She’d never been this enthusiastic before, and her throat was so tight and warm you had to grip the counter to stay on your feet. She slurped and sucked, moaning onto your dick as she fingered herself below you. When you finally came, she pushed her face all the way down to the base and let all your cum spill deep down your throat. She held it for as long as she could before pulling off with a gasp, her face covered in tears and spit and the last of the cum that had shot out just as she’d pulled off, and looked up at you with adoration.
You jumped a bit as the smoke alarm went off, a loud, shrill screech blasting through the entire apartment. Your girlfriend didn’t react at all, as if she didn’t even hear it. She was still staring adoringly at your cock. The chicken in the pan was sizzling next to you, burned and blackened now, and as you turned the burner off, you felt her mouth on you again. “Mmm…mmm…nnghhh…” she continued groaning below you as she lazily, messily sucked on one of your balls, her fingers slowly but steadily pumping in and out of herself as a puddle of her own cum formed below her on the tile floor. You felt yourself beginning to harden again as the metallic glint of the remote sitting on the couch caught your eye. Maybe…maybe just one of two more…
“My daughter turned out fine!”
Okay ma’am, your daughter begs me to hit her harder so she can cum
When her eyes roll back and she lets out that low, deep moan as you cum inside of her
Pets are always carrying things to you in their mouths and hoping you’ll play with them @bewitchedbaddi3
Hitting it from the back extra slow just so I can watch your legs tremble and hear you whine
Holding both of your wrists down with just one hand to remind you of how small and fragile you are
Does fucking you until you pass out from cumming too many times and then continuing after count as intox or somno? Asking for a friend
That feeling when it’s been a few days or even a few weeks and you finally slide into her and you both just melt
“Shhh, if I want to cum in you a 5th time I will.”
Fact -
.I won’t stop until I’ve cum inside of you.
~ True story ~ Breeding my favourite toy ~
It’s our anniversary and while we make love, she calls me daddy.
“Pull my hair. Use my body for your pleasure. Do want you want. This pussy is yours. I’m daddy’s whore and I love the way you use me.”
What a milestone, she’s come so far in her training. Plus, We have obviously become confident in our comfort with one another.
I moan in her ear “mhm that’s my girl, you like daddy’s cock don’t you?”.
She’s extremely wet and her pussy contracts so hard it’s able to force the full length of my cock out. She violently squirted.
Forcing myself inside her again. She squirts even harder. I praise her and express my deep love for her. It happened repeatedly.
I can still hear the sound of her soaked. I played with her like an instrument, plunging deep into her, exaggerating the sound of us together.
I edged myself inside of her, used my favourite toy for about an hour and took full advantage of the precious moment. I could barely move at points, she felt so good.
I told her each time I got close “You’re absolutely incredible. I’m yours. You have me completely. You’re mine, my personal whore to play with, my favourite toy.”
When I was ready to cum, I asked her to tell me what she wanted.
“I want your cum, I want you to fill me up, please give me cum, I love taking your cum.” She mumbled this over and over.
I gently pulled her head back by her hair, kissed her cheek and pumped her full of my load grinding my cock deep into her as I released.
I lay exhausted on top of her for a couple minutes, showering her in love as we caught our breathe.
I’m so grateful. It was the most kinky, yet gentle passionate love making.
~ My Good little Slut’s quotes of the week ~
“I’m very needy for dick rn”
“I love pleasuring men so much”
“I just was enjoying the feeling of his cock filling me and stretching me out”
“I took his big cock so well, you would’ve been so proud I know”
“I love being a slut for you xx”
“You’re such a good teacher”
“You let me be a good girl”
“I’m so addicted to taking your dick baby”
*Tits bouncing
What you see before dumping all your cum deep inside a whimpering fuckdoll begging to be bred.
Sex Story ~ The Roommate Effect ~ @hugsdaily
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Summer is coming and you’ve been wearing more and more revealing clothes. One hot night, you are spread across the couch in lace lingerie. You’re fanning yourself in front of the aircon and watching tv.
As I make my way down the dimly lit hallway You speak across the room “Hello you”. We lock eyes and I return the hello in a more awkward manner than usual.
“Don’t be shy, come relax, it’s much cooler in here” you say with a soft smile. You giggle at me with a flirtatious question, “Normally you’re not this quiet, is my outfit bothering you?”.
Gesturing in an attempt to indicate It’s alright, I’m hopeful that you don’t notice, I’m completely speechless. I can tell that I’m not playing it off well, unable to keep my eyes away from your body.
Your hair gracefully brushes across your shoulder while your eyes return to the tv playing something forgettable.
I look you up and down repeatedly. I’m mind-fucking you, practically, drooling on you. you’re aware and you don’t seem to care either.
Feeling encouraged by your demeanour, I completely throw away the friendly etiquette I have struggled to maintain for the past few months.
With attention on the tv, you sway your hips side to side and squirm to get more comfortable. The further you sink into the couch, the further your legs spread, giving a better view of the hair pressed up against your white lace underwear.
Staring directly towards your pussy, I’m frozen. Eyes locked on your hips, my breath becomes noticeably rhythmic with excitement. You squirm which helps pry apart your labia, defining the shape of your plump pussy.
Seeing you erect, clit pulsing against the material, I’m unable to hold back as I jolt uncontrollably.
You mumble something in disagreement with the show I have zero interest in. So mesmerised, I don’t notice your glance over in response to my lack of a reply.
In disbelief of what I’m being presented with, my cock’s throbbing hard. The movement in my loose boxer shorts is prominent and I’m too aroused to hid it.
Without saying a word, we lock eyes, smirking in silent approval of this encounter. Gracefully, you angle yourself toward me, legs completely spread. “God, you’re beautiful”, I exclaim as forces beyond my control launch me towards you.
Sat between your legs and almost falling off the couch I pin your arms with one hand, firmly above your head. With my eyes locked on your body, my free hand begins to explore you.
I mindlessly caress your curves, grope your breasts, stomach and hips. I grown pinching your inner thigh before thrusting our barely clothed hips against one another.
So much smaller than me, I’m able to manipulate your body beneath me. You become toy like and I place you exactly how I want. You squirm only to realise you’re stuck In the exact position I am going to breed you in.
I pull on your lace underwear, ripping them away easily like gift wrapping paper. Allowing my cock to slip out the end of my shorts, I rock in desperation.
You let out a deep satisfying whimper. My throbbing cock is pumping tirelessly, sliding up and down your pussy and stimulating your clit.
In complete flow, my teeth sink into your neck followed by a lustful kiss. “I could tell how bad you wanted to be touched.” I huff in your ear while our bodies slam together.
With a throbbing cock teasing your entrance you repeat “Please enter me, please enter me, come on just fuck me already, I’m begging, I’ll do anything, I need a cock inside of me”.
I love it when you beg……
what if i wore this as ur roommate?
2024: new me, aka need new things to cum to 😋
my DMs are open for anyone who wants to send me things to cum to, let’s see how well some of you can turn a girl on 😏
Choke me so I know it's real 😈😈😈😏🫠
For those wondering how today went 💕 I got home @1120 drained Daddy deep in my kitty.... Then had a friend come over an milked 2 big loads down my throat by 1225 , rushed to kid appointment to do mom shit.. now napping for work...
Yesterday went so well 💕🥰 I'm so happy to have made a new friend and spent 4 hours getting railed by him n Daddy. They stuffed me with 8+loads of cum in my needy pussy 💕💕💕🫶🏻100/10 will do again !!!!
