Do11-cunt - Doll

I want to be the fucktoy for a wealthy couple. They're both so busy with their jobs and they need someone to help them unwind at the end of a long day. I'll be there whenever they need me, in the back of their limo, under their desk at the office, on their private jet, or in their house, waiting for them.

I'd have a room attached to theirs so I'd be close if they wanted me during the night. Maybe they'd call me into their bedroom, or maybe one of them would come in while I was sleeping to use me.

Sometimes they'd fuck me together, in the pool or at the dinner table. In their huge shower or king sized bed.

Or maybe just one of them would take me out with them.

Maybe he'd take me to poker night with his buddies and use me to bet with. He'd have me under the table, warming his cock, showing them what a good little slut I was. Maybe he'd lose on purpose and spread me out on the table as they each took what was owed them. He could sit back and stroke himself as they fucked my holes.

And he wouldn't be able to wait till we got home to fuck me. He'd do it in the back of the car, or in the elevator.

She could take me along on a spa day with some of her friends. I could help them all relax by eating them out as they got regular massages. Some of them might want to fuck me too, and she would also sit back and watch.

They could both film the things I did for their friends and show them to each other. I'd get a good fucking that night for sure, as the video played on their giant television, with my dirty moans on surround sound.

I'd be pretty well known after a while probably. Maybe they could use me as a perk for business partners or promoted employees.

And their dinner parties would be legendary as well. They could have me tied up and exposed in the foyer, for anyone to use. Or I could be suspended from the ceiling. Or they could dress me up in a slutty maid outfit, to wander around the party, to be grabbed by whoever wanted me.

They'd buy me lots of pretty things: lingerie and clothes with easy access, toys they want to use on me. They could take me shopping and fuck me in the dressing room. Maybe they'd let one of the employees fuck me in the clothes so they could both see what it looked like.

God, just let a rich couple take care of me, and the only thing I have to do is be their little fucktoy. That'd be the dream.

free use concept that ended up way longer than i thought

i’m staying over for a couple days and when i arrive you notice i’ve got that bracelet on. you know, the one that means i’m free use while i’m wearing it, the one that means i want to be groped, felt up, bent over and fucked whenever you like.

so you ignore it.

we hang out all day and night and you do nothing. it’s great, we watch a movie, get takeout, and have a lovely time, but you see me glancing your way every so often, shifting in my seat, not-so-subtly playing with the bracelet on my wrist.

i think maybe you’ve forgotten or are too distracted to notice it.

you’re not. you’re waiting for me to forget. to stop anticipating your gaze and your movements.

i’m preparing breakfast the next morning, having accepted that maybe you’re just not feeling it, when i feel hands from behind me, one sneaking under my shirt to run across my chest, and one pushing past the waistband of my boxers to stroke my cock.

i moan, completely caught out, and flush at my loud response, covering my mouth with a start.

“keep going,” you say, pushing your groin against my ass and lazily playing with my dick.

i stammer and shake under your touch. “w-with breakfast o-or with… m-mmoaning?”

you laugh. “breakfast can wait,” you say, and move me to the dining table. you bend me over the wooden surface and smirk at the whine that escapes me as you feel up my ass over my boxers. “i don’t know why you’re acting all surprised,” you purr, “you’ve been begging for this since you walked in the door. or did you think i forgot that your bracelet meant you’re my own personal fucktoy?”

i whimper, not even able to respond with words, and instead push my ass back into you, eliciting another laugh.

“see? this is why i made you wait. isn’t it so much more fun when it’s a surprise? when i can reduce you to a speechless mess in an instant?” you run a hand between my legs and press at the wet patch soaking through my boxers. “god. wet already? what a slut.”

all i can do is nod frantically and whimper. yes, yes, i’m a slut, i’m your slut, fuck me, fuck me now

you hook a thumb under my waistband and pause. i wiggle my ass in anticipation, but i feel a double tap between my shoulder blades.

colour? you’re asking.

i use what’s left of my brainpower to moan out “green,” and your hand ruffles my hair and then runs down my back in thanks and appreciation, before yanking my boxers down and exposing my cunt, puffy and leaking.

you revel in the sight of me in front of you, and the sounds i make whenever you run a hand over my ass.

“god, you’re gorgeous.” you deliver a quick slap to my ass and i feel your cock against it twitch at my moan in response. “well, prettyboy? what do you want?”

“f-fuck… pl-pl-please… please fuck me. please, i need it. i need your co-o-ooock...” my words come out broken with pleasure, not exactly helped by you and your wandering hands grabbing my ass or running your fingers up the soaking entrance of my cunt. i’m shaking with pleasure and anticipation, and you’re eating it up, drawing out the moment as long as you can.

you hum thoughtfully. “well… i suppose you’ve been patient.”

and, with no other warning—i didn’t even notice you take your pants off—you push your cock into me, bottoming out instantly, and i cry out with the most handsome moan you’ve ever heard from me, gasping and whining at the sudden intense pleasure. you pause with a groan, feeling me clench around you, before grabbing my soft hips and starting to pound into me.

my face pressed into the table, i moan in ecstasy, eyes rolling back and my mouth lolled open and drooling with how good you feel inside me. i feel every inch of you fucking in and out of me, setting my body and my cunt alight with red hot pleasure, and i just splay out on the table, no longer holding myself upright, just letting you use my cunt like a toy to get off with. with every thrust, i feel my mind—already fogged over with pleasure since your first touch—completely melt away, replaced with the feeling of your cock inside me.

you moan raggedly as you fuck me, spurred on by every whine that comes from my mouth. “god…” you gasp out, “fuck, prettyboy, that cunt of yours is heavenly. feel how perfectly my cock fits into you, how it stretches you out. such a perfect breeding toy for me, what a good handsome slut.”

i nod, trying to agree, trying to say yes Yes i’m a good handsome slut, i’m your perfect breeding toy, thank you thank you for using me, please keep fucking me, i need your cock in me i need it more than anything but all that comes out is a deep, low, moan, one that can only be drawn out of me from your cock deep inside me, so you understand me even though i don’t have the words.

“you want me to breed you, prettyboy? you want me to cum inside you?” you smirk as my moaning turns almost feral with need, and i press myself back onto you, moving my hips back and forth with every one of your thrusts, my cunt clenching and needy all stretched around your cock, and you growl with want.

“you need to beg for it,” you say, picking up the pace even more, which turns my moans into uncontrollable cries of pleasure. “beg for me to fill you if you want it so badly.”

i can barely piece a thought together, let alone words, but through the waves of heat rocketing through my body i manage to cry out “p-please! i need it! i need it i need it i need it i—”

i’m cut off by you thrusting deep inside me with a moan and releasing your load deep in my cunt, and i sob with pleasure as i feel you breed me. we moan together as you climax and fill me with cum, the drag of me clenching against you overstimulating the both of us as you fuck your cum deeper and deeper into me. you hold yourself inside me for a few moments, our breath shaky but in time, and you shudder with pleasure as you run your hands down my back, feeling me whimper and shake against you.

you ease out, making me whine again, and smile at the sight of me bent over the table, boxers down, hole exposed, puffy and swollen, cum dripping out of me and down my thighs.

“fuck, prettyboy,” you lean over to kiss me and run a hand through my hair, grinning at how even through my dazed, fucked out expression, i still smile and lean into your gentle touch through my hair. “i swear it’s my favourite thing to see you like this, dumb and blissed out, and dripping with cum.”

still with absolutely no words after having my brains fucked out, i smile and draw out a shaky heart with my finger on the table. you ruffle my hair with a laugh. “cute.”

as i move to get up, you place a hand on my back, keeping me still and bent over on the table. “actually, sweetheart, i was thinking…”

as you trail off, i push my ass against you to get you to keep talking. you laugh and then i hear your voice take on that dominant streak again.

“you look far too pretty like this, bent over the table, hole puffy and dripping with cum, for just me to appreciate it. although…” you run your finger over my drooling lips, “i think your other holes deserve the same treatment.”

i moan at the thought and you continue.

“i think you need all your holes filled, and i certainly think you could use some more cum in you. i think i’ll invite some friends over—they’d love to see a dumb slutty prettyboy like you with holes ready to be used laid out on the table like this.”

i moan and nod frantically at the thought, my cock twitching with desperation just at the thought of all my holes being used.

“perfect. keep that bracelet on, then.”

this post is about a trans man. misgendering/detrans blogs dni

i love the idea of being a free use slut for your physically-close friend group or your housemates, but there’s also something fun about the idea of that in a long-distance context?

waking up in the morning to a message in the gc from someone telling me to post a video of me edging when i wake up, cos they woke up horny and need porn.  someone interrupting in the middle of a totally normal call to tell me to turn on video and fuck myself on a dildo cos they’re horny and bored.  everyone knowing they can ask for nudes or vids or audios whenever they want, can tell me to drop what i’m doing and edge, knowing that we’re all besties and also that i’m a slut that’ll get off on being shown off and bossed around.

hard cnc/misogyny/detrans/etc. blogs DNFI

"Don't you want to show them how good you can be for me?" My mind stopped, unable to process the sentence. Or maybe I had processed it just fine, and this is what it felt like to lose control that fast. We had been talking about sex, yes, laughing and joking about how each of us were in bed.

"Don't you want to be a good boy for me?" My partner's voice was like honey, dripping on every word. I heard a whimper escape my lips and felt my head nod. Why did I nod? I heard some laughs from across the room.

"Don't you see how eager he is? I bet he's hard already." I felt a hand reach between my legs. "Yup! Hard as a rock, my pretty little thing." I shut my eyes, embarrassed, but thankfully someone else started speaking. Everyone else went back to their playful banter, teasing and joking about whatever was on their minds. After a few drinks, the jokes flowed easier and the banter was more entertaining. But my partner's hand lingered, possessive on my crotch. I was indeed hard, and their grip kept me that way. After a few minutes, someone else must have noticed.

"Hey, that's no fair! If you brought something to play with you should have brought enough for the class." Laughter ensued. I hid my face in embarrassment.

I felt a shrug to my side. "His mouth is still wide open. He loves fingers in there." That was not the answer I had expected. I raised my head to deny it, but before I could say anything I felt a strong hand grab my face, two fingertips pressing against my lips. The hand on my crotch tightened, and I instantly melted. My partner's voice slid into my ear as a whisper: "Be a good boy for me, baby. Can you do that, my love?"

There was that sensation again. I must have agreed, since the next thing I remember is opening my lips, allowing the foreign fingers to probe my mouth. I remember licking, sucking on them eagerly. I remember the hand on my crotch starting to massage me in reward, and I moaned around the hand. I heard assorted giggles, along with a few demeaning remarks, but mostly I heard my partner's voice. It was my anchor, the only real thing in the world, that steady stream of praise piped directly to my brainstem. "You're doing so good, baby. Such a pretty boy, sucking on those fingers like it were a cock. You're putting on quite a show. Do you like this, baby, putting on this performance for me? Don't you like to show yourself off?"

The fingers slowly removed themselves from my mouth. I whined and tried to hold on to them, but I leaned forward so far I nearly fell over. At that I heard more laughing, and was that clapping? My fuzzy mind slowly regained some clarity. Our friends sat around us, visibly intrigued. Several were leaning forward, grinning and ready to pounce. A few others were leaned back, savoring the show. I think I saw one had already started touching herself. I saw one of the more eager ones step up and ask my partner, "may I?" I couldn't see their reaction but I felt a nod to my side, and suddenly she had straddled my hips, pushing me back against the couch. Fingers entered my mouth while a hand groped my chest, so much more forceful than the last one. I tried to lick her fingers like I had the last set, but she was more interested in fucking my face. In and out she went, assaulting my mouth over and over, all while she gripped me, played with my nipples through my shirt, tweaked and tugged and pinched my skin. Soon enough I was drooling while she laughed, my partner's hand sandwiched between us. Still they whispered into my ear encouragement: "Such an adorable thing, getting used all over, taking this so well. So easy, so obedient, so pliable." After a few moments, the fingers in my mouth were replaced by a tongue, sliding deep down my throat with every thrust. She wasn't kissing me, I realized, just seeing how far she could reach with her tongue. She had taken her hands and wrapped them around my collarbone, inching them up to my throat, pinning me down with her body weight. I whimpered into her mouth, thrust my hips into my partner's hand, and sat there overwhelmed for several moments. Eventually she released me from her grasp to applause from across the room, and I felt suddenly empty.

One by one I felt others approach, ask permission from my partner, and take turns putting on a show. They removed my clothing bit by bit, got bolder as time went on. They pushed me down onto the couch, lifted me onto their lap, spanked my ass. They teased every inch of my skin, elicited every noise I could make, and cheered every time. All the while my partner poured compliments and praise into my ear:

"Oh aren't you grinding on him so well my darling, aren't you so pretty thrusting against him like that, oh make sure you don't cum baby, oh wouldn't that be embarrassing."

"Oh isn't that so sweet baby, you've arched your back for them, puffing out your chest like a good little whore. Oh you look so pretty rubbing your nipples like that, they didn't even ask you to."

"Such a sweet boy, stripping off your pants like that. Go ahead, give them a show, bend your ass over and put your goods on display. You know how cute you are, go ahead and show yourself off."

"Baby, I know you can moan louder than that. They're grinding themselves on your ass, I know that's just driving you up the wall. Go ahead and show them how much you really want them, how much you need this."

Eventually I'm laid out across the table, completely naked, my cock twitching in the air as someone takes their turn teasing my thighs with their fingertips. Most everyone around me is still fully clothed, though I think a few in the back may be openly masturbating. My partner sits at my head, stroking my hair, continuing to whisper in my ear. They occasionally stop to nod in approval to the next violation, or to clap in applause in turn with the others. By this point they have me complete under control, every ounce of my resistance gone. It's only now through glossed-over eyes that someone from the back steps up, and I see them unzip their pants.

They step up and ask my partner something, I can't catch what, but I feel them nod before a cock is pressed against my lips. I open my mouth wide, savoring its unique flavor, twirling the precum off the head and lubricating the shaft. I eagerly tilt my head up for more, taking it deeper and deeper inside of me. I hear my partner again: "Oh my wonderful boy, my eager little thing. I knew you wanted it, but I didn't know you needed it so badly. Look at you, taking their cock like a champ. Do you like how it tastes? Do you like the smell? Do you like the way their balls push up against your nose? We put you at the perfect height for fucking but I should never have doubted your ability, my love." I moaned at their words, moaned as I worked the dick in my mouth as well as I could. I could tell they had been masturbating for a while, and it was even hotter knowing they had been touching themselves to the sight of me. After some time still, they began to thust into my mouth, taking my head into their hands for a better grip. My eyes began to water from the force, the length, and I opened my throat to take it deeper. "Do you want them to come down your throat, my dear? Do you want to be a good little cumdump for me?" Unable to form words, unable to nod, I simply moaned louder. They must have taken it as a the 'yes' it was, since they pulled my head close and shot rope after rope into my throat. I felt the heat of their body, the pulsing of their cock, the warmth flowing into me, but more than anything I heard my partner's voice: "Oh, such a wonderful boy, such a good little cumdump. You're taking it so well baby, just swallow, there we go, and again, you can take it. Isn't that so nice? Doesn't it feel so good, taking them all the way like that? Don't you know how thankful they are? Oh yes you should have heard their grunts, their moans, the noises they made when they finished inside of you."

Others came up to finish on me after that. A few of them sat on my face and let me eat then out, others simply used my hand to masturbate with. A few others jerked off onto my chest or my face, while still more used my hole. They had lube somewhere, not that I could keep track, and started to split me open over and over again. Soon enough two or three would go at a time, switching off as each one finished. All the while my partner sat by my head, giving me praise after praise.

"Oh baby look at that, another one right between your nipples. You're like a regular Jackson Pollock, my priceless work of art. Make sure you keep sucking now baby, you wouldn't want him to go soft on you. That lady on your left might also want some help, go ahead and giver her a hand."

"Ssh, ssh, it's okay baby, I know this one's bigger than all of the rest, but I told him he could have a turn and I just know you can take him. Spread your legs a bit and- oh, there you go. That's probably the biggest you've ever taken, isn't it? Such a good boy, setting all sorts of new records today. You should see how pretty you are, spread out like this. Such a good boy for me."

"Of course you can't cum yet baby, you know only I can let you do that. But she wants you inside her so badly, so you're just going to have to wait. And even if she cums on your dick, you just have to hold yourself back. Can you do that for me baby? Of course, I knew you would. Go ahead, now let her fuck herself on you, and don't forget to keep jerking off that gentleman to your right, you don't want to keep him waiting or he might take it out on your ass again."

I'm fairly certain my partner let every single person there cum on me at least twice before they took me themselves for the grand finale. They stripped the rest of the way, took me in their arms and whispered into my ear, "Now I want to put on a show for them. They got to play with you, but only I know how to fuck you the way you need. Do you want to put on the show of a lifetime, my love? Do you want to put on a performance they'll never forget?" They knew my answer, but I whined out for all to hear.

"Please baby, please fuck me the way I need. Take me, take me for yourself and make me yours-" they picked me up and pinned me to the couch between two bystanders, sliding their cock inside of me with a low growl. "Please, baby, mark my body. Take me by the throat and force your way inside of me-" they started thrusting in and out, one hand on my hip and the other on my throat. "Lift me in the air, throw my body around the way you need-" I didn't even have time to finish the thought before they had me held against their body, bouncing me on their cock as I kept myself upright with my thighs. I arched my back, moaning out to the crowd with every thrust, exclaiming my partner's name in shriek after shriek. They pinned me against a wall, fucking me from behind, before maneuvering down to the ground and fucking me doggy-style. They pulled my hair back so I could watch the crowd as I got punded, my vision blurring with every thrust. They were enthralled, many still touching themselves openly to the sight. I moaned even louder, and was rewarded by having my face shoved down into the ground and my ass spanked red. Eventually my partner flipped me over and laid me across the laps of several other participants, encouraging them to fondle and play as they took their last thrusts. Within moments I had fingers back in my mouth, hands playing with the cum on my face, nails running down my chest, and my partners hand on my dick. They stroked my shaft at the same speed they thrust, firm and deep, and I knew they were close. I held contact with their eyes, moaning out their name, arching my back for the playful hands on my body. I held back my own orgasm until I could no longer, and cried out in pleasure when the sensations overtook my senses. My clenching must have pushed them over the edge, because I felt their heart speed up, their rhythm slow, their body start to pour itself through my hole, pulse after rhythmic pulse. It was better than every load I had taken so far, so markedly different, I whined and squirmed in ecstacy as I shot my own all over my chest. The hands assaulting me slowed, as did my partner's thrusts, and soon I was left breathless and full, panting their name over and over.

Many of the naked participants cleaned themselves and others, though they took special care of me. My partner brought me wet towels, cleaned my face and my skin with their gentle touch, and laid me down in the middle of a breathless pile of exhaustion. I felt others cuddling me, nuzzling against my front or back, and felt the warmth of the pile, both physical and emotional. They touched me gently, holding me and stroking my hair, my side. My partner returned and took their position cuddling me directly from behind, wrapping a protective arm over me, and I felt even more content than before. Sleepy moans and yawns intertwined as the last few members lied down, pleased with the night's proceedings.

Who knows, in the morning they might wake up and go their sperate ways, never to speak of this again. Maybe this might happen next time we get together, and the time after that. Maybe I might wake up with another dick inside of me, or a needy friend grinding on my leg. I sure know which one I hope for, but tonight I fall asleep content with whatever the morning may bring.