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[lilaclilbunni]

Teasing in public is so hot.

[lilaclilbunni]

old men that double as a boyfriend AND a dad are the best

[lilaclilbunni]

Reblog this if you want an older man's (my) attention because you never got any from your male figures growing up.

Yes, I'm taking this as an invitation to message you.

[lilaclilbunni]

im a good girl, so i open my mouth for cock

im a good girl, so i take my tits out to please men

im a good girl, so i dont wear anything under my skirts

im a good girl, so ill do anything do get cum

im a good girl

[lilaclilbunni]

The feminine urge to wear the sweetest little outfits so some big man will “teach you what happens” when you do ❤️

[lilaclilbunni]

i want to be corrupted. send me any p0rn, the more debased the better, and i will rub my cunt to it. ill rub to anything and everything that gets sent to me no matter how ashamed and disgusting it makes me feel.

[lilaclilbunni]

I want to spend the day hooked to a milking machine while a train of guys use all of my holes 🤤😇

[lilaclilbunni]

I’m getting super into face fucking porn. Extended cuts of girls eagerly and lovingly sitting still while choking and gagging on cock. I love watching them take it. I love hearing the men moaning and hissing through their teeth and saying disgusting things in that hushed voice and praising them and holding their heads while they pump in and out. I love hearing their orgasm build and the way they push the girls faces into their groin, starving them of air until they’re done pumping cum into them.

[lilaclilbunni]

Imagine being turned into a fucktoy at the same time as someone else.

Say, you and a friend go to a party, wearing matching pink bows the host gave you beforehand.

After a while, you both start to feel a bit funny. Your attention gets flightier and thinking starts to become difficult. You talk to the host together to apologize for having to leave, but he insists you don't go and arranges a room for your stay. You want to argue, but realize he's... so, so sexy. Of course you want to do what he says. A giggle escapes your throat, while your friend twirls her hair and grins adoringly at him.

You walk into the room together, hand in hand. Behind you, you hear rough laughter and a jeer "See you sluts soon!"

The door clicks shut.

Your friend snaps out of her haze first as the situation registers to her. She tries the door handle, whimpering in fear as it refuses to budge. Then she shakes out, dragging you away from thoughts of Him. You explore the confines of your room, panic mounting as neither of you find a way out. One door, locked. A small window, high up. A single, giant bed, blankets and pillows in a hot pink. Master likes you in that colour. You stumble in surprise, the last observation filling your head with bubbles. How could you think of escape, when your place is here. With Master. Your crotch feels warm.

A moan escapes your mouth at the same time as your friend's, who's fallen on all fours.

"W-what's happening?" you stammer, trying to clear your head.

"Dooooon't knoooow!" she cries back, rubbing herself with one hand. "So hotttt..."

Watching your friend touch herself through her jeans fills you with your own heat, and you automatically follow suit as visions blast through your mind. Fucking yourself, fucking each other, fucking other people, on the bed on the floor on the couch, even on the beach when you are allowed outside. But always, always, for Master. You love him. He controls you. You belong to- No!

You gasp, forcing your hand to the floor. This isn't right! Trying to ignore the thoughts, the commands in your mind, you crawl over to the moaning form of your friend. Her jeans are off, and her panties soaked in cum as a hand dips in and out, over and over. You call her name, shake her, even slap her (although all that produces is a groan of pleasure), to no avail. Then she turns to you, and whispers, "Toy~"

"Nonononono," you whisper, both to what she said, and the echoes it produced in your own mind. "We need to get out together!"

"Toy is nice. Toy is warm. Toy is happyyy..." Her eyes were an unnatural pink, focused on nothing. Her mouth formed a sleepy smile. "Nice."

"Nice..." you repeat, assaulted by visions and promises of pleasure and fucking and being a good Toy. Your hand slips into your jeans, and tears come to your eyes.

"Why resist? Toy is good. Toy is right. No think. Happy." She undresses, then begins taking your own clothes off.

"No... Don't... want... happy?" Your head spins. Why would Toy not want to be Toy? Need to escape. Together. But Master would be sad. Don't want Master to be sad. Think! Toy no think. Toy wrong! Right. Happy. So scared... Warm. Good. Nice. Happy. Think so hard...

You let out a ragged scream in your throat. So confused...

"...Who am I?" you whimper, feeling the cool air on your naked body as your friend settles in front of you, vacant gaze and dumb smile still in place.

"Not who, silly" she calmly explains. "What. Toy not person. Toy Toy. I Toy. You Toy."

Oh. That makes sense. (no.....)

"Toy is thing. For Master. Toy for squeezing. And fucking~ Pussy~ Cock-" She cuts off with a moan and touches herself. You feel compelled to copy. For a while you both masturbate, happily. Your jaw begins to loosen and tension drain from your body.

Toy is sexy. Toy is sexy. Master like us. (please.....)

"Toy need help?" She manages to focus on you and stop touching herself, face set in concern. "Think too much?" You nod, desperately.

Brain loud. Part bad. Not like Toy. (can't keep-)

Toy smiles reassuringly. "Toy help Toy. Be Toy together. Nice for Master. Together."

With tender care she climbs onto your lap, gripping your shoulder with one hand as the other drifts downwards. Gently, delicately, she touches her lips to yours, their soft plumpness and strawberry flavor filling your senses. She presses against you, your nipples brushing as your chests squish together. At the same time, her hand begins expertly manipulating your genitals, sending waves of pleasure through your fuzzy, stupid mind. You moan, a cry of despair as the last remnants of you leak out in the form of precum and drool. Then your pitch and tone change, becoming a wail of pleasure as the dumb Toy that you always were surrenders to your needy, lusty body. You start fucking Toy too, and your moans and whimpers mix as you collapse on top of each other.

Nice. Warm. Happy. Toy.

The door slams open and you both wince at the light. Then go limp, as a familiar smell reaches your noses. Master. He feeds you and pampers you and loves you and fucks you and fucks you and fucks you~

Love Master. Controls Toy. Belong to Him. His-

"Toys." A question, and command. Instantly you get to your knees, staring at Him in open worship, both of you wearing nothing but a pink bow in your hair.

You see Him turn and give a thumbs up, to the sound of whoops, jeers, and whistles. They want Toy, you realize, and it makes you very proud to know how sexy you are. You must be doing a very good job for Master. Drool drips from your mouth as you smile absently.

He approaches the other Toy, and you feel sad you weren't noticed first. She grins happily as His hand cups her cheek, then, at a curt gesture, rises to her feet. "You, Toy, are for anyone to fuck. Do you know that?" A nod. "Good. Now, I've got a lot of friends out there that your moans made very hard. They need some release. Are you going to help them out?" A whimper and an enthusiastic nod. "Good Toy. Go." Toy rushes out the door to a cheering crowd, quickly muted by the door closing. From Master. You gaze at Him in longing, wanting to serve. Wanting to make Him feel good. Wanting His cock.

"On the bed." You rush to obey.

"Spread your legs." A soft moan escapes your lips.

"Only one rule today, Toy. You cum when, and only when, I say." And He settles inside you with a grunt of satisfaction. Your mind is blank, with pleasure and an overwhelming need to serve. You are a Toy. Only a Toy. A-

"Good Toy."

Squirm for Master.

Cum for Master.

Live for Master.

Good Toy.

Good Toy.

Good Toy.

Forever.

[lilaclilbunni]

convince me you and your friends respect me and are feminists, then gradually turn me into the group’s free use fucktoy.

invite me over when you and all your friends are hanging out. it’s normal at first.  i get up to get a lemonade in the kitchen and 7 or 8 of the guys ask me to grab them a beer.  since i’m up.  so i take three trips to and from the kitchen, but that’s okay.  i was already up.  

one of the guys makes an off-handed comment about having me make him a sandwich, and i laugh it off uncomfortably until you’re all looking at me expectantly so i get up and go make a plate of sandwiches.  

i feel a little lightheaded as i make the food, so i’ll drink some more lemonade to stay hydrated.  i get back into the main room and brnig the snacks over.  in thanks, it seems like each of your friends brushes against me in some way.  my ass, my thighs, my tits.  god, there were a couple of guys who touched my tits to the point that i was no longer convinced it was an accident.  

all the while i’m getting more and more lightheaded so i keep drinking my lemonade. one guy pulls me down onto his lap, putting his attention on me instead of the game on tv, running his hands up and down my legs and into my skirt, up and down my top, groping my tits.  

god, what was in that lemonade? i feel so lightheaded as one of your friends dips his fingers into my underwear, where he finds me soaking wet.  another guy passes him a knife without even looking, and he cuts my panties off, full-on fingering me on the couch.  

soon enough, i have three cocks in my holes, two in my hands, and i’m covered in the piss and cum of the friends who saw me as an “equal”

make rules as time goes on. no underwear. no tops that conceal my nipples. no shorts with more than a half inch inseam and no skirts that cover my whole ass. i’m not allowed to wear shoes anymore. after all, where am i going other than between all of your houses?

from here on out, i don’t really talk to anybody outside of your friend group, and they seem to have forgotten what the word “no” means.  i love being “one of the boys”

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[lilaclilbunni]

do you want a polaroid of my titties in ur wallet yes or no?

[lilaclilbunni]

Thinking makes my brain hurt

[lilaclilbunni]

Yes definitely 😜 👄👅💦💦

Reblog!! Reblog!! Reblog!!

[lilaclilbunni]

Good Girl

I don't know, but like everytime I hear it, read it, and it's pointed at me. I just melt. I want to be your good girl. I want to please you. I want to see you smile at me. I want to be prettier for you. I want to be girlier for you. I want to make your day better when I am in your presence. I'll forget everything for you. I will change for you. I want to take care of your needs. I want you to make me yours, but more than anything I want to be your good girl.

[lilaclilbunni]

yay! 🙌🏽

Help me stuff them even more 💞

$LilacG0ddess

The typical weight of the female human brain is, on average, around 2.64lbs.

The typical weight of a single 38C/36D sized breast is, on average, around 1.5lbs.

If that’s you, or if you have even bigger tits - congratulations! You literally have more boobs than brains.

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[lilaclilbunni]

i always feel gross after cumming and tell myself that i won’t rub my cunt to p0rn and r4pe threats anymore but i always end up back on here anyways. i can’t resist how wet and desperate i am.