Let me convince you to give into all your worst desires. Let me change who you are for my own sick pleasure. Let that stranger feel you up. Let your friends grope you in public. Don’t just eat that popsicle, deep throat it around your male friends. Dress yourself in tight revealing clothes. Remind yourself what a hard rod feels like being jammed into your throat. Stick your tongue out and open your mouth when someone calls you a “Good Girl”. Just get used to being a whore… Oh and most importantly, always wear your rainbow socks before going out to get railed by a homophobe. You know the phrase. Now say it to yourself out loud.
“Rainbow socks are for taking cocks”
“Rainbow socks are for sucking cocks”
“Rainbow socks for fucking cocks.”
“Rainbow socks means dyke takes cock.”
You better get used to being a good dyke whore on command or I’ll have no choice but to start forcing it on you and all your stupid impressionable little friends.
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"You wanna cum babe?" my girlfriend croons, fresh off her own orgasm. I whine and nod, clenching around her. "Hmm, but I don't feel any cum in here," she says, pulling her fingers out of my cunt. "You know the rules baby."
I moan at the emptiness, and quickly, desperately get to my feet, not bothering to put any clothes on as I wobble out of our bedroom and to the next door over. My flatmate lets me in after I knock, and I immediately fall to my knees and beg him to cum in me.
He sighs. "You're interrupting my game, ya know." I whimper, pushing my tits out to entice him. I've changed my appearance so much since my girlfriend made this rule, growing my hair longer, wearing more make up, anything he mentions liking in a girl, in hopes he won't reject me. He gives me a once over, then pulls out his cock. "Fine, but you gotta suck me off first."
I should be ashamed how I starts drooling as soon as I see his dick, long and thick with heavy balls my mouth is instantly drawn to. It's painfully big, choking me once he's full and hard, then abusing my cervix when he fucks me. I tell myself I don't crave this, legs bent back by my head as he mounts me, tell myself that I hate the way he gropes my tits, the feeling of him pulling out to slap my clit with his dick.
"Fuck I love your cunt," he groans, fucking into me harder and faster, like using a fleshlight. "Such a good dyke, you love my cock too right?"
"Yes sir," I moan, wishing it were a lie. "Love your cock."
"Not really fair this only happens when you want it, huh?" he says. "I should get to use this hole whenever I want too, shouldn't I?"
I keep quiet, not wanting to say yes, but then he starts pulling out and my mouth moves without thinking. "Yes! Yes, whenever you want sir."
He grins, flipping me over and fucking back in, hard. "Useless little lesbian, really gonna give up your holes forever just to cum once? Fuck you're a cockwhore."
My face burns, cause that is what im doing, and I know my girlfriend won't mind, that she'll just laugh at me for being so stupid and broken.
"You wanna go back on that? I can pull out and forget you ever promised me that," he offers sweetly, but I can't even think anymore. My face is pressed into the mattress and I can tell he's getting close, his balls slapping my cunt, and all I can do is let my legs spread wider as I cum to the feeling of his seed filling me, sealing my fate as his new dyke fuck doll. 💞
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Hypnotized lesbian sucks Priest off before her wedding
Tw: religious abuse. Are you gay? Have you been told you're going to hell for being gay? Does that trigger you?
I was given this prompt by @kingofobsidian 🥵
I was getting ready for my big day. I wasn't sure it would ever come. Or include me in a dress, marrying another woman in a dress, in her family's church. Her parents took her to a very open and affirming church that my soon to be wife felt safe coming out in when she was a teenager and now felt joy to return to so we could celebrate our love. I hadn't been to church in a while but we'd been doing counseling with the priest in preparation for marriage. He was so nice, I really felt like I could be open with him about my fears and insecurities. It helped us talk about them as a couple. We each would have our own recordings to listen to about marriage and the commitment we were making. I would always zone out listening though so I'm not sure how helpful they really were. My finance felt the same.
I was in the recreational area bathroom when I asked my maid of honor and friends to give me some time alone to reflect. My strapless dress was not staying up over my titties that well, we had to use some tape and I was fiddling with it when I noticed it in the mirror again. I'm startled out my headspace of frustration at my chest's incompatibility with strapless tops when there's a knock at the bathroom door. "Hello, Becki? It's Father Tom. I just wanted to check in on you. May I come in?"
I look at myself in the mirror, my bleached blonde hair half up, and share a confused look with myself before turning towards the door. Father Tom looked like he always did, all in black with his white collar poking out. Now that I think about, I don't remember if he has to change too. He smiles and chuckles, looking at my chest.
"Oh Becki, your dress is a little lopsided."
"Ugh, is it really that noticeable?" I turn back to the mirror and inspect the dress while I notice my worried look. Father Tom comes up behind me and I don't notice he's reaching out to touch me until he is. I look up in the mirror to see him tower above me and his hands on my shoulders. His eyes are starting at my titties in the mirror.
As if his stares could cause it, the tape finally unstuck on one side and most of my left titty popped out.
"Oh my God!" I cover my nipple. I look at him. I turn around. "Oh my- my- ah I'm sorry Father! I'm sorry I just- I'm just sorry!"
His hands came to lay on my back now and he's smiling again. "Oh Becki, sweet girl, you have nothing to apologize for." He looks into my eyes very intensely while mine are searching his face for an answer as to why.
"Remember, Becki? Remember?"
And that's when I drop my hand. I do remember. I look into Father Tom's eyes. They look so deep.
"Don't you remember, Becki? From your recordings? You know what marriage between two women is about don't you? Don't you remember, Becki?"
"It's about serving cocks together. It's when lesbians become a package deal for superior men. Women can't satisfy each other's needs. Only cock can."
"Ohh yes, you do remember, Becki."
That's when I feel myself pushed to the floor on my knees looking up at the first man I would ever service. In my wedding dress. Waiting for him to marry me to another woman.
He's unbuckling his belt as he speaks. "Now Becki, this will be just your first taste of cock. You'll be coming back every week for your sacrament, Becki, I want you to remember." His thumb rubs on my lower lip. "Now Becki, remember those recordings? I want you to think back to what they said, Becki."
"Start slow first. Lick all up and down. The wetter the better. Suck on the head. Suck on the balls. Use your hands. Open your throat."
He pets my hair before taking out his cock. I can't believe it. It's so much bigger than I thought they could be! It's like big tits! Big cocks only exist in porn! But I have big tits. Oh my god, do regular men have big cocks?
"Becki, remember..."
Father Tom moves his cock closer to my face I can't stop staring at it, it's so beautiful and I want it in my mouth so bad. I wanna suck and slobber all over it and suck his cum out so he put it all over my tits. I bounce and grind as I move forward and grab the base of his cock to lick all over his cock and get him nice and wet for my mouth.
"Oh! Becki I'm so glad your training took. I'll have to talk to your new wife after I marry you. Make sure her training took as well. You're both so beautiful. Made for taking cock. To marry you both would be sin if I did not claim you for my own. You thoughtless women denying your purposes. You should be grateful that I've saved your souls. I'm going to bless you with my holy seed and you'll need to receive this sacrament daily."
I look up with my big eyes, "Thank you, Father." and I take him in my mouth. I suck on the tip of his cock with my hand rubbing the base. I swirl my tongue around his head, tracing the part right where the head meets the shaft. When he puts his hand on the back of my head I suck him deeper. And deeper. And then my hand doesn't fit. I bob my head sucking from as close to the base as I can get to the bottom on the head and up and down and up and down. And hold. And up and down and up and down and up down. And hold.
It's when I start to juggle his balls that he grabs my head with two hands and begins to thrust in earnest. I finally understand what facefucking is. He's just using my mouth. Using my mouth to cum. He thrusts and thrusts and slows down and rolls his hips and thrusts and thrusts. Both my titties have fallen out of my dress and drool is dripping onto them from my mouth. My eyes are starting to water and it's starting to hurt. I'm making all these noises choking on his cock, looking up at him. He's staring at me.
"Look at me, Becki, look at me. Look at the man that has saved you. You will be blessed! Ohhh I'm putting it on your tits! I'm putting it on your tits!"
He lets go and I cough and gasp and catch my breath and look at him as he rubs his cock and lines up his cock head in the middle of my cleavage.
"In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, take your daily blessing, and may it cleanse you."
He unloaded his milky gooey white cream all over my flushed red titties. Spurt after spurt came out, more than I thought was supposed to happen. After he finished milking his cock I held up my titties to show off to him and he put his cock between my titties and rubbed his cum around.
"Ohh Becki, my child, I'm so glad I saved your soul for the Kingdom of Heaven."
He takes a step back and pulls out his phone from his pocket. I'm a little dazed when I hear the camera sound.
He chuckles "Now we can clean you up for your bride. Let's fix that dress."
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