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Yeesh, I hope your manager can change you three back. I had no idea it was my fault. Oh well, I'll just go into settings and make myself the target of my transformations again. Hang on, "applying most recent preset"? I didn't initiate a change! Huhuhu... Turnin my camera on bruh. Are you cuming rn? Fuck, don't waste that protein. Let me drink it, or splash my furry chest
Dude, look at my fat boner. Get ur ass to the gym rn. I'm so sweaty from my last pump. I no u n tha boys like the musk. Huhuh ayyy ur gettin hard agen!
I hope you can help, you're the 3rd Chronivac support rep I've been directed to. I am unable to make changes with my Chronivac. I swear, the first rep's English seemed to get more broken the longer I was on chat. The second rep seemed better, until he connected to my account. Then he seemed much more interested in describing his musk and farts than my issue! Hopefully you are more competent.
I deeply regret if not all of my colleagues do meet the standards we have set for ourselves at Chronivac Inc. Let me look at your case.
As far as I can tell, you have chosen the "Change my interlocutor according to my wishes" setting. This, of course, can have an impact on the person you talk to at Chronivac…. Fuck! hehehehe! have you seen my boner. Dude, I didn't know it cud get that big. Bruh, actually we are not allowed to jerk off at work. But I'm at least officially still on da way to work… Hopefully it's allowed in da car.
Fucc' can u turn on ur camera, bruh? do u want 2 watch meh jerk off? id b lit if i cud cya doing it 2. Dude, wasnt i wearing a shirt earlier? and wasnt tht a fam van just now? ayy lmao, a mustang goes much better w/ tht tank top.
shit, cuming rn. Dude, did u have sum kinda problem? Can i help u w/ something? then maybe checc bacc w/ meh l8r. Fuuuuuuck!
Pic of me found @447am
Sweaty Crafters
CW: Musk, Sweat, and sniffing
So before we get into this I do want to say that if this is not your cup of tea I have a Kurogane Valentine’s day post following this one that’s much more wholesome. If you don’t feel comfortable reading this one don’t worry there is another post on the way.
I wrote this out for a few reasons- as a thank you gift for a friend mainly for a post that should be happening within the next couple of days that I’m sure a lot of you will enjoy. I wanted to take on something outside of my comfort zone and see if I can write it well. Furthermore LifeWonders has been pushing a Crafter agenda and I just came to the conclusion that the Crafters’ would fit into this sort of scenario given their main hobbies.
Afficher davantage
If you're granting wishes, Im a big superchubby guy, but not the most bearish... I'd love to be hairier and muskier. Maybe dominant for once.
Funny you sent in this ask, just found the perfect thing for this. See this hat here, wait no don’t wear it! Just give it a good sniff. Smells manly right? Why don’t you stick your whole head in there, that’s it. You’re starting to look better already. Love that impressive, thick, black beard you got going on man. You can go ahead and put it on now, gotta cover that balding head, right?
Have another thing here you’re going to love; this used jockstrap. Don’t know if it’s ever been washed. Go ahead, rub that all over your body. You wanted to be musky right? Well you are man! Mind if I stick my face in that fuzzy, big chest of yours?
Fuck Daddy, did I ever tell you how hot you are? I loved riding your fat cock last night, you left in such a hurry that you forgot some of your clothes! Oh, I see; just another one of your ploys to get me over huh? Well, looks like it worked, and let me tell you, you can do whatever you want to me Daddy.
Oh your granting wishes? Can you make me older by 20 years. Not too fussed on body type just older please.
Wanting to be more mature huh? I’ll gladly grant that, need more older men in this world, and seems like you are going to fit in just fine. I can see it deep in you; you might think you are some young thing but deep down you realize you are meant to be an older man. Why else ask this wish?
I’ll help you along, starting with your belly. Feel it push out, getting bigger with every breath you take it gets larger, hairier. Give it a good rub, feel those small hairs poke out, until you have a nice hairy gut.
Already excited huh? I can tell the way that hand is trailing downwards, rubbing at that bulge. Feel it get bigger, and bigger; straining against those tight white shorts.
Your chest is next, pillowing out, hair in a circular motion, right until you’re left with a nice pair of man tits. A manly scent exudes from you, the perfect musk for the man you’re becoming.
You suddenly sneeze, reaching up to wipe your nose only to bristle against a mustache you swear wasn’t there a second ago. Well its not just the stache, but a full white beard you’ll find.
One more, very important thing; you’ve got to be older. Wrinkles appear all over your face and body, hair thinning and whitening. Everything about you getting aged, like a fine wine. Until suddenly, you're you again.
You suddenly wake up from your usual nap in the garden. You had some funny dream, that you were young again. Damn, wouldn’t that be nice. A ping from your phone brings you back to reality. Seems like it’s a message from one of your friends.
“Fancy a beer with me tonight, Richard?” his message reads. You can feel yourself already chubbing up, recalling the last time you two hung out and it ended up with you hung over his bed, taking his fat cock up your ass.
“On my way!” you reply, getting ready to head out and already having forgot all of your little dream.
Dark Chocolate
[My part of a trade with @bigwishes! Check out his story he did for me!]
You had been in a rut recently. No matter how often you went to the gym, you struggled with every exercise. The weights were too heavy, the treadmill too fast; it seemed hopeless. Most of the time you were just stuck there panting, staring at the guys who clearly had it all figured out.
Dejected, you start packing your things in your gym bag; you guess there was almost tomorrow huh? You turn to leave, but instead you find a buff black guy blocking your way out.
“Hey man, I saw you struggling. Don’t sweat it, everyone has their off days!” he says “Why don’t you try some of this protein? It helped me out a ton.”
He hands you a small tub of it, and not wanting to be rude, you take it and thank him. It doesn’t take you long till you get home, practically collapsing on the couch from exhaustion.
Maybe the guy was right, some protein might help you up your game. You take in out, examining the label. You’d never seen the brand before, but you couldn’t really see anything out of the ordinary. Apparently it was also ‘dark chocolate’ flavored, which sounded good to you.
Not having an actual dinner planned, you decided to just try some before you went to bed. It was surprisingly tasty, and somehow filled you up, to the point of feeling bloated. You fell asleep, muscles aching and stomach full.
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You wake up the next day groggy; already you could tell something was off. You stumble to your bathroom, trying to get ready for the day. You flick on the light switch, and gasp when you see yourself in the mirror.
You were black.
And not just that; you practically had the perfect body you wanted. Muscular in all the right ways. You quickly take out your phone to snap a picture of the new you.
As you stared at your phone, you dick got harder and harder. It was practically impossible to not fish out that massive black cock you now had. All it took for you was staring in the mirror, loving the way you looked stroking your meat. Soon an explosion of cum rinsed your body.
Post-nut clarity struck you a bit as your showered off. How did you get like this? Then it hit you; it must have been that protein you tried! You wanted results, but you didn’t expect them this quickly!
The first thing you wanted to do in this body was work out. You were sure the exercises you were struggling with yesterday would be no problem now. You quickly get changed into some skimpy gym wear and head out.
As you entered the gym, you already were receiving glances. Who was this new black hunk entering the gym? You stroll by, excited at this new feeling; being envied and wanted.
You notice the stranger from earlier grinning at you. He gives you a subtle wink, before heading back to his pushups.
Everything that seemed impossible earlier was now so easy. Every flex and stretch of your impressive black muscles turned you on more and more. Anyone with eyes could see you were sporting a massive hard-on.
Life went on like this for a bit, being the absolute king of the gym. You continued to use the protein, sure that it could bring only more good things. Every time you woke up, your muscles would be even bigger. Slowly, you were losing your lithe athletic frame.
As much as you wanted to stop you couldn’t. There was some primal need in you to get even bigger, even muskier, even more black. That protein was the key, and you became addicted to it’s taste.
One day you woke up and realize you had changed *too* much. You were huge! You smelled rank, you always felt bloated, unable to help letting out a protein fart now and then.
You tried to put on some clothes, but all you really fit into nowadays was your underwear. Going shirtless was going to be the norm for you now. Not that you completely minded; you got to show off that impressive chest more!
Out of some sort of obligation, you took another picture to see this new you.
You were hot, but not in the way you really wanted anymore. It was too much, you were *too* big. But you also knew you were stuck like this, and the idea turned you on. You try to reach for your massive package, but you simply couldn’t. There was way too much black bulk in the way!
If you ever wanted to get off, you would need some help. Luckily, a guy like you could easily get some. You make a quick profile on Grindr, posting that picture you just took. Already messages were flooding in, eager to help out a big black daddy like you.
You might not completely love it, but you were now this hulking black body builder, forever.
I wish I was wrapped around the ass and crotch of a huge powerlifter hunk, can you grant my wish?
Sounds like a good wish, but not one a human would really have huh? I think I know what you really want; to be a simple pair of underwear, always worshiping the dick and ass of your owner.
I'll start changing you now, watch as your limbs shrink, skin changing.. just everything about you getting smaller. Then suddenly you flop on the floor, blacking out.
You wake up a bit later, in a place unfamiliar to you looking into a mirror. Oh no that's not you, you're the piece of cloth that's wrapped snugly around his crotch. The smell of his cock and ass permeating your whole being, as you are filled and covered in his sweat.
The more you feel his dick pushing against you, the more you accept it. You're a sweaty pair of underwear, and always have been. There's nothing you want in life but absorbing all of your owner's sweat, piss, and cum. Enjoy your new life, there's no going back.
Need myself a gf or roomie who, whenever they're heading out, they grab the back of my head and force my face into their pits and ask me if they smell.
Better yet if they KNOW they smell bad and just wanna torture me a lil. Making sure to rub my face in and not let me go until I smell like them.
It'd also be pretty fun if they convinced our friend group that I actually enjoyed it and made me do it in front of them - opening the door for our entire circle to make me do checks on them.
Roomie or gf coming home from a long session at the gym, sweat VISIBLE on their body and they call you over. Taking off their shirt you realise what's about to happen way too late as they grab your head and rub their pits all over your face. Being forced to huff their scent while they laugh about it. Not to mention them forcing you to your knees and rubbing their sweaty crotch all over your face as you feel them getting harder. All before whipping out their cock and rubbing it all over your face as you get more and more flushed. And they just hold you there as your mind goes blank with their musk, just rubbing and grinding against your face until they push you down and tell you to go out and buy them some food <333
Joining your partner in bed, under the new weighted blankets you bought, after a long day for both you and them. You're aware they just had one of the longest shifts at work they've had for a while, as reinforced by the fact that they're still sweating, even after hours being home and relaxing. As you snuggle up next to them, you feel their slick arm wrap around you, a wave of musk enveloping your face. "You aren't gonna shower before bed? It's not that I'm complaining, but I can smell you so strongly right now", you tell them in a hushed voice. They laugh to themselves and glance down at you for a second, and you can see the lust within their gaze. "If you think that's bad, you should smell what's under the covers", they say as they raise an arm to let the smell from under the blanket wash over you, leaving a pungent smell in your nose. You make a slight Gagging noise and smile up at them, as if they were joking. "I said, you should smell what's under the covers", they say again, a little more commanding as your slight smile drops from your face as you look down beneath the covers and back towards their face, a quiet plea in your eyes, all before they use their free hand to force you down under the sheets themselves.
You become acutely aware of the fact that your partner isn't wearing any pants or underwear, and their sweaty legs are rubbed all over you as you're being held down by the blanket. The next thing you notice is the heat, and inevitable build up of your own sweat as you start breathing heavily, practically panting as you being sweating nearly as much as them. But the smell. The SMELL. It reeks so bad. Their legs tangle themselves behind your head and pull your face into their musky crotch and you're huffing even more of their scent now, face being soaked in their sweat, as they begin grinding against you. "You're going to spend the rest of the night down there because I want you to learn to appreciate my smell. You're going to worship me under the blankets, even if it turns you completely brainless", they say, at least, thats what you can make out as their voice is muffled from you being trapped under the fabric.
It's been so long now under the blanket that your own musk is now mixing in with that of your partner. You think it's been hours, but you can't be sure as your brain is going fuzzy and you feel yourself begin to pass out as you can barely keep your eyes open any longer, tearing up as you drift off.
Partner strapping you to a milking machine, attached to your cock, constantly overstimulating and destroying your mind. All of your cum being collected in a little bottle for your partner, just because they LOVE the taste of you and need a constant supply, so you spend hours upon hours strapped in, just so they can get their fix.
They want you to appreciate your flavour as well, but they're far too greedy to share with you, so they limit themselves to forcefully making out with you each time they swallow a mouthful of your cum. The flavour of yourself spreading across your tongue as you end up a panting mess by the end of each kiss. One time, making the mistake of commenting on how bad it smells, practically begging for a punishment. So, they delivered.
Now everytime they swallow your cum, they pin you against the closest surface and gag your mouth with their hand, breathing directly into your face for almost an hour everytime. Forcing you constantly to take in the smell of your own cum, making your brain go numb just from the scent. "I'm gonna do this every single time until you learn just how amazing your cum truly is", they giggle, whispering into your ear after one such session.
Mentioning one time how you'd like to get a muchhhh closer look at your partners ass and now they think it's funny to just smother you every chance they get.
One day they realise how comfy it actually is with your face stuffed between their cheeks and try to hide the fact that they're the ones enjoying it, under the guise of blaming you for wanting it so bad.
Treating it as if they're doing you a favour even when you beg them not to, just because they enjoy it and no other reason. But you can't deny the fact that the humiliation turns you on as well. Especially ending up smelling like them for hours after.
You're beginning to worry now, as most of your time spent at home is spent between your partners cheeks. You complained about the smell once, so they've decided to treat you like this until you learn to love it, them reaching back and grabbing tufts of your hair and grinding against you, loving the feeling of your nose touching up their asshole. Slowly, they start becoming addicted to the feeling of you under them, going so far as to lube your nose up by letting globs of spit loose on your face before shoving you back in. Trying to get your nose to actually enter them, causing you to be able to smell nothing but them no matter where you are.
Now they're commanding you to makeout with their asshole as they grind against you, practically turning your face into their personal pleasure chair whenever they feel like it. Being forced to lick them, no matter how sweaty and musky they are, the flavour always taking over your brain. Eventually, this all leads to you accepting your natural place as their permanent seat whenever at home.
You and a few other friends end up sleeping over at another's place after a party, and you end up in an inflatable bed with one other person. As you're preparing to fall asleep, the heat of the person facing you, mixed with their deep breathing across your face, you're being kept awake. "Hey, do you think you could flip to the other end? You're a little in my face", you ask them politely. They agree and move their head to the opposite side, where your feet lay.
You close your eyes and attempt falling asleep once more, but something lingers in the back of your mind as you finally start drifting off. A smell. You open your eyes and see your friends massive bulge in their boxers, heat radiating from it as they slowly bring it closer to your face, their musk filling your lungs. Finally close enough to touch your face, they suddenly pull your head between their thighs, positioning your head so your nose is right up against their sweaty nuts, with no chance of escaping. You try using your arms to push against them and somehow slip loose of their grasp, to no avail, as your fingers start getting caught in their boxers. "Jeez, if you wanted me to pull them off, you could've just asked" they said, giggling to themselves, as they reach down and release their member. You view is completely obscured by the sweaty piece of meat as it becomes your whole world, it's smell alone dominating you.
"Drooling already, huh?" They ask you, grinding themselves against your trapped face a few times. They begin forcing their fingers past your lips, feeling around your mouth. They forcefully grab your tongue and rub it between their fingers, making you salivate around them. "Such a needy hole already.." They say as they withdraw their hand, wiping the remaining spit from their fingers along their shaft. "Now, open up" they command, moving their fingers back to your mouth and forcing it around the tip of their cock, thrusting themselves gently deeper and deeper. They sigh contentedly and say, "Thank God you had the idea to flip over, this is way more comfortable" you hear them say, as they force themselves completely down your throat as everything fades to darkness.
Cute puppy/biting fixation partner constantly whimpering for you until you give in and *finally* hold out your arm for them. They pounce on it immediately, gentle bites here and there, getting rougher and rougher as time goes on, them using you as a chew toy to satiate their borderline addiction. Hours later they finally tire themselves out and you get your arm back and it's covered in bite marks and drool, dripping down your arm as you grab a towel you put aside before, as you're used to the aftermath by now.
Waking up to them the next morning nibbling against your neck, looking down and realising they've been using your body all night as their own personal chew toy, evident by the tooth dents through your clothes and all over your exposed skin. Taking off your clothes damp with their spit and telling them off as you have a million times before.
A friend of yours calls you over to help them "clean", but never specifying what exactly they need help cleaning. You arrive and they bring you into their room and tell you to get under their desk, so you listen, assuming there's a mess of wires or something behind the desk you can't see from standing there. You crawl into the small space and hear your friend moving a chair in behind you as you notice they're also not wearing any clothes while their crotch is directly In front of your face. "Now, get to work" they say, grabbing a tuft of your hair and bringing you to their crotch. The smell is overwhelming, and you realise they needed you over to clean their BALLS. You can see the sweat on their balls glistening as you get closer, the musky scent taking over every other smell. "I said get to work!" They shout as they rub your face into their crotch, slightly grinding against your face, smearing their balls against you as you feel the sweat sticking to your face. Reluctantly, you stick your tongue out and drag it across their balls. The smell is nowhere even close to the taste that overcomes your senses. Your tastebuds overpowered by this raunchy flavour coupled with the slimy texture their sweat has given them. "Finally", they breathe out, with a sigh of relief.
You hear them typing away on their keyboard and hear the faint sound of moaning, their other hand goes to their cock as they begin stroking above your face, their pre falling down into your hair, sliding across your forehead as they beat faster and faster. You try to back up a little but their grip still in your hair is like a vice. They notice you begin to slow down while being forced to worship their balls so they give your head a violent shake before bringing you back to their musky nuts. You finally give in, worshipping their balls while they jerk off above you, ignoring you entirely. They stop every now and again, probably changing porn videos above you,but there's no way to tell as they just leave their cock sitting on your face, leaking through your hair as you continue making out with their balls.
It's hard to tell how long it's been, but you guess maybe a full hour later they start getting close to finishing. You feel their balls contracting in your mouth and they start jerking off even faster than before. Hearing them grunt and moan above you as they spill across your face, coating your hair with their cum. They pull their chair back for a second and wipe their tip across your face and along your lips, using you as a cumrag to clean their cock. Finally, they pull you out from your musky prison and tell you to leave their place, as you're far too dirty to hang around right now, as they lock the door behind you.
Going to a Christmas party being thrown by some friends for the holidays and being told to wear "slutty" festive clothes to fit the theme of the party. Upon arriving, it's clear that you were the only one given that set of instructions, as every other person at the party is dressed in completely normal clothes, but you decide to not let it get to you and just try and enjoy yourself despite the humiliation. The host of the party calls you over to help prepare for the "activities" for the night. "Oops", they say, grabbing your attention, "I hope you know the rules to follow when around a mistletoe" continuing as they point to their crotch, while holding a mistletoe slightly above their waist. You laugh it off and go to continue what you were doing before they roughly grab your hair and pull you to your knees before them, the guests around you cheering them on and urging you to not be a party pooper. You try to say this joke is going too far before they interrupt you. "Joke? This isn't a joke, slut, give your new lover a kiss" they say as they grind their already bulging crotch against your face, their faint musk leaking through their pants. They let you go and begin unzipping while two other guests continue to hold you down in front of them, pushing your face against their cock as they finally pull their pants down, precum already smearing across your face. "You see, the only reason you're here is to be used as a party favour - why do you think I asked you to dress like what you are?" They explain while entwining your hair around one of their hands as they slap your face with their cock with the other. You sob quietly and look around to see if anyone would help you but all you notice is some taking off their own pants, some feeling up others while watching you, a few even had their hands down their pants touching themselves to the sight of your humiliation. Then you notice all of them have a mistletoe somewhere on their person as they smirk, jiggling it slightly in your direction and you realise you're going to be in for a long night.
Before even finishing the last thought, your mouth is pried open by the two others that were holding you down while your "friend" with their hand in your hair forces their cock into your mouth. Shoving it as deep as they can, retracting slightly just to push in further and further. The two people on either side of you feeling you up, licking and sucking on your neck, gently caressing your body as you relentlessly drool down your chest. Finally the cock reaches the back of your mouth and meets immediate resistance from your throat, which they deal with by pounding harder and harder, forcing their way through. The entire room taken over by the lewd sounds of gagging, slurping and the choking of a slut. You hear them moan above you as they finish deep within your throat, forcing you to swallow all of their seed. After exiting your throat, you begin coughing but are suddenly pulled by your hair and another cock is down your throat, thrusting into you with the intent of breeding your throat. You feel some warm spurts land on your body and realise people are literally getting off on your body, feeling people's cum slide down your back, some landing in your hair as you tear up, being used as little more than a fleshlight.
Trying to jerk away from cock after cock, but each pass of resistance being caught, followed by your current user humping rougher against your face. Constantly having your throat filled with cum, ushering sloppy gurgling sounds each time as you're practically drowning in their cum. Salty balls ballsacks constantly slapping against your slick chin, your body covered in multiple layers of cum. Finally, the last cock leaves your mouth, spilling over your face and hair, leaving you a panting mess on the floor surrounded by people all still touching themselves. "Let's give the slut a white Christmas they won't soon forget" the host jokes as they begin painting your entire body white, leaving you in a puddle of mess, mentioning how they should do this every year...
Planning on waking your partner up with morning head on Christmas day, waking up before them and sneaking below the covers, quietly undressing them. The smell alone practically knocks you back, making you second guess as you remember they didn't have time to shower properly after they got home from work last night, but deciding that their pleasure is worth a little discomfort on your end. You begin licking their balls, gently jerking their shaft, working to get them hard. It doesn't take long before they're completely bricked up and dripping pre down your hand, which you lick up, the flavour overpowering your tastebuds. You flick your tongue around the head of their cock, taking it into your mouth as you begin sucking. Taking it deeper and deeper, fucking your own face on their cock while they sleep, pushing yourself to take them down your throat, when all of a sudden, their hands shoot to your head and hold you down while they cross their legs behind you, effectively trapping their cock down your throat. You hear rustling around above you and some slight jingling of what sounds like metal and before you know it, your hands are cuffed behind your back as they slowly let you retract your head so you can look up at them. A lustful smile playing across their lips as they look down on you, grabbing their phone from their bedside table, taking pictures and starting to record a video as they talk to you. "Look at you so desperately trying to please my cock! You know, I was going to shower first thing in the morning, but I really am grateful of this present you're giving me - cleaning my cock with your tongue and mouth. I didn't realise you were such a muskslut, maybe I should reward you with even more of this more often", they say mischievously as you thrash against them, trying to tell them they're wrong. They tighten their legs grip on the back of your head, forcing you down onto their crotch again as you choke around them. "I'm happy you're so excited at just the mere prospect of it, but do stay in the present darling", they begin moaning as they grind against you, their cock forcing itself through the resistance of your throat. You feel their slick balls against your chin as they churn with the cum you know will be forced straight to your stomach soon, drool sliding down and onto the bed below you. You here more clicks as you realise they're still taking pictures of you, which you know they'll share around whenever they feel like it, as you whine in response. "You're right, we should hurry this up - it is Christmas day after all", they tease as they grab tufts of your hair with both hands and begin drilling up into your throat, lewd slurps and gags filling both your ears as you struggle to take them fully. They continue forcing themselves into you, regardless of how much you're struggling, breathing harder and harder before finally thrusting deeper than ever before and holding you down on them, cumming straight down your throat as you're forced to swallow whatever is given to you. They begin pulling out to allow a few spurts to cover your tongue so you can savour the taste of them, as a reward, before pulling out completely. Their spit-shined cock still hard and leaning against your face, the smell of their unwashed body filling your nostrils as they grind their balls across your face, making you even more of a mess. "Thank you so much for this wonderful gift, my love - we need to do this more often" they say, panting, to which you can only moan in response as they pat your head as you lay there breathless.
Inviting a friend over to play smash or some other video game to spend/pass the time with them. They mention how it's getting a bit boring just playing the regular old modes and that you need something to up the stakes. "What about a bet?" You ask them, mostly joking. "Sure! Loser gets to be the winners fleshlight for a week!" They respond excitedly, laughing at their comment so much you assume they must be joking. You go back to playing the game and it seems like they've become a completely different person. No more little comments or casual conversation - they're entirely engrossed by the game and are focusing so intensly you had no chance to keep up with them. The game is over and you've gone 0-3 to them.
You turn to them, laughing at the miserable display you've put on as they're fumbling with something in their bag. Suddenly, they pounce on you, forcing your hands behind your back and cuffing them - you try to protest but they force a metallic tasting ring into your mouth. You try to close it but soon realise they've forced a ring gag into you! Your muffled protests do little in the way of stopping them from what they've clearly come prepared to do. "You were gonna end up like this one way or another, I'm just glad you brought up the perfect reason for me to do this!" They say as they finish tightening the gag, pulling their pants down and letting their cock flop out onto your face. It reeks and is completely sweaty as they smear it across your cheeks and rub it on your forehead, marking you with their scent in a gloating manner. "I hope you haven't had much to eat today, because I'm going to be treating my little fleshlight to a LOT of cum".
Your partner calls you into their office saying they've got an online meeting and they'd like to be as comfortable as possible throughout it, all while failing to mention just how long the meeting will go for. Convincing you to let them use your face as their chair. "If you keep me feeling good during the entire meeting, I MIGHT touch you later on", they say with a wink before promptly planting their ass directly on your face. "Now, start making out with my asshole and I'll let you taste my cum later", they say in a demanding tone, grinding their entire backside across your face.
Apparently just your tongue isn't enough stimulation for them as they start grinding more and more against you, their voice hitching every now and then when being asked a question by their employers. It's hard to tell just how much time has passed while you've been squashed between their cheeks, but it has to have been longer than an hour. You hear them tell the people on call that they need to go use the bathroom quickly, before muting their mic and saying, "I hope you're ready for this", and giggling. They grind back so their pussy is right up against your mouth and you can feel how wet they are, having been using you to get themselves off the entire time. "If you don't swallow, it's gonna cover your entire body" they warn. You begin to beg them to just use the toilet when they cut you off by pissing right into your open mouth. You splutter and their piss ends up running down your body as you try and catch as much as you can in your mouth and swallow. "Such a good toilet for me", they say with pride, before reaching down to play with themselves over your mouth until they cum over you, their juices mixing with the piss all over your body. You ask them if they're finished yet but they just sit back on your face, grinding again, with your nose constantly touching up their asshole as the smell overtakes your senses causing you to gag, which, in turn makes them giggle.
The meeting lasted for about another 2 hours. Finally, you were free from the sweaty prison your face was encased in, still sticky while sucking in deep breaths of fresh air. "Now, I DID promise I'd touch you if you did good enough for me, and I keep my promises" they say, eyes twinkling at the excitement they can see on your face. However, unbeknownst to you, their meaning of "touch" isn't as fun as you were expecting it to be, which you realise as you see them getting out the small pink chastity cage which is usually kept for punishments only. You start to whine and they stop you with a stinging slap across your cheek and you quiet down, submitting to them. They then proceed to equip the chastity cage on you, while you sit their, biting your tongue in fear of another slap.
"You made such a perfect chair for me, so it's time for your reward!", they say excitedly, telling you to lean back on your arms, while spreading your legs. You watch them as they seductively walk towards you, wearing nothing but stockings. You see the lust in their eyes as they use their feet to tease you through your cage, unable to feel any actual pleasure as you strain against the weak material. "If you cum like a good toy, I'll give you the best reward I can think of, but if you don't cum from just this stimulation alone.... I hope you're ready for an extreme punishment" they say ominously as they continue feeling you up with their feet alone.