In the Parking Lot
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Posted:Feb 1, 2024 10:49 am
Last Updated:May 9, 2024 9:57 pm 3790 Views
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I was walking back to my car, a bag of groceries in one hand, when I felt the hand on my elbow, followed by the sound of someone whispering, 'Hey, fuckmeat'. Startled, I tried to jerk away while facing whoever had my arm. As soon as I saw who it was, I relaxed. I was surprised but no longer frightened. Now standing in front of me, close enough to feel his breath as he spoke, was a "friend" of mine. I put the word friends in quotes because that is the easiest way to reference him, but not the most accurate. We aren't friends. He's a local Dom with a vanilla wife that likes to brutally fuck me when he has some free time. He's been fucking me sporadically for almost two years, and I am pretty sure he doesn't know my name. I live in a relatively small community, and this is the first time I've run into him when he was not with his family.
Once I realized who it was and I was not about to be mugged, I relaxed and said, "Hello, Sir."
He looked me up and down and told me to put my stuff in my car and meet him in his truck. Walking away, knowing I'd obey. I hurriedly put my things into the back of my car before crossing the lot to where his vehicle was parked. I could see him sitting in the passenger seat, watching me. When I reached the truck, he opened the passenger door and pointed to the footwell. I had to use the step to climb into the vehicle. He helped me by grabbing a handful of hair and pulling me forward. As soon as I was inside, he closed the door and told me to get my udders out.
He does not allow me to wear a bra or underwear when we meet. I usually wear a simple dress that can be easily removed. Today I was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. Clothing suitable for running to the store, not for being fucked in the car. As I removed my sweatshirt and bra, he told me in no uncertain terms how annoyed he was by my attire. Words like "stupid fuckpig" and "no right to cover your fuck parts" were shared. Cuffing me hard on the side of the head, he also told me that the next time we met, he'd punish me for breaking his rules. I whispered, "I'm sorry, Sir," and disrobed as quickly as possible in the confined space.
Finally, I was naked from the waist up and kneeling in the footwell of his truck between his spread knees. He gripped both udders in his big hands and squeezed hard before grabbing the nipples and twisting roughly. He smiled when I winced. He looked around the parking lot and then told me to take out his cock. The truck was raised so other shoppers could not see in. I quickly unbuttoned his jeans. His cock is long, thick, and was already partially erect and leaking precum. I had to be careful as I pulled it out of his boxers and away from his fly. If I hurt him, he'd rightfully make me suffer for the insult.
I leaned forward to kiss the top of his cock and suck out some of the precum. He's been feeding me his cock for a long time, and I know what he likes. He allowed me to make out with his cockhead for a couple of minutes before roughly pushing me off of him and backward until I could feel the glove box. He scooched forward a bit, grabbed my hair with both hands, and pushed his cock into my mouth. Without any further warning, he proceeded to fuck hard into my throat. Even with his hands holding me by my hair, he fucked hard enough that my head was bashed against the glovebox with every thrust. Not hard enough to injure me, but hard enough to hurt. He wasn't looking for a blow job, this was a throat fuck. I immediately started to gag as his cock pushed deep into my throat, my jaw forced wide open. I could breathe, but just barely. When he thrust deep, my airway was blocked by his cock, and my nose, buried in his groin, was irritated by pubic hair. He'd pull back for just a moment and then choke me again. I was torn between trying to control the gagging and trying to breathe. He usually likes to pull off and slap me around during a blow job. It's not fun for me, but it gives me a chance to catch my breath. No such luck this time. He fucked my throat without mercy. His only consideration was to hold my head more firmly, so I wasn't hitting the console. I am not sure if that was for my comfort or because the sound of my head banging against the molded plastic was annoying. Probably the latter.
Anyway, the throat fuck continued for several minutes. It was hard to know exactly how long. I tend to lose track of time in these situations. Later, I realized that the entire encounter was less than 15 minutes, but I had no idea at the time. When he finally came, he pushed his cock deep into my throat. The spasms of my muscles as I choked and gagged, milking the cum from him. He was so deep that I didn't even taste the jizz. I just felt it go down my throat.
When he was finished, he pulled out and ordered me to open my mouth, I did, and he spit into it and instructed me to swallow. He knows how much I dislike that, but that was the whole point. To treat me like his fuckpig. I swallowed on command, and he told me to get dressed, but not before giving my nipples another hard pinch, digging his nails in for good measure. "I’ll have to punish you next time we meet.” He told me as he gave them a twist before letting them go. I put my bra and sweatshirt back on, not easy in such a cramped space, and he opened the door. Letting me climb down from the truck. I could have used a hand, but he didn’t offer one. He stepped out after me only to walk to the driver’s side. I ran my hands through my hair and walked back to my car. Once inside, I ran my hands through my hair and used a baby wipe ( I always keep a package in the car) to wipe my face. Even though he came in my mouth, tears and probably precum were dried on my cheeks and around my lips. Then I went home. I had groceries to put away.
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Duty Calls
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Posted:Jan 21, 2024 10:49 am
Last Updated:Apr 7, 2024 3:30 pm 5285 Views
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Yesterday afternoon I found myself naked, face down and ass up in the bed of a truck. It was cold outside, although the rain had stopped. I live in a location with moderate winter temperatures, so I do not have good reason to protest. The corrugated metal bed hurt my knees, and I could feel the grit on my cheek as my face was pressed onto the cold surface. The truck is parked on a frontage road near some artichoke fields but blocked by a low rise and a few eucalyptus trees. The man behind me has opened his pants enough to pull out his cock, but is otherwise clothed.
Without warning, he pulls my head up by my hair and spits on my cheek. He then pushes my head down again and starts to press his cock into my asshole. I knew this was coming, but I was having a hard time relaxing enough for his cock to slip in easily. He curses at me and slaps my ass a few times. Not playfully, more out of annoyance. He lets go of my hair and uses both hands to pull my ass cheeks wide before using his weight to force himself into me. I do my best to make it easier, but it still feels like I am being split in half as my back hole is forced open by his thick cock. He doesn’t like it too slippery, so I could only get away with using a little bit of lube before meeting him. Once fully seated in my asshole, he starts to fuck hard. Using all of his strength to bottom out on every stroke. The zipper of his jeans scratches me, and I can hear his loose belt jingle as he uses my hole. After a few strokes, the intense pain lessens, but the brutal fucking in no way feels good. It's not supposed to. Fuckpig is here for his pleasure only.
It doesn’t take long for him to finish. As usual, he pulls out right before he comes. I know what to do. This is not the first time he’s used me this way, and I know what he expects from his fuckpig. I rise as he pulls my head around again, grabbing a handful of my hair. I am barely turned around when his cock is buried in my throat. He fucks deep a few times, gagging me before pulling back enough to let me suck the cum out of his cock as he finishes. The good part is that the gagging distracts me from the taste. When he’s done, he waits a moment for me to lick any traces of what we just did from his cock before tucking himself back into his pants. He hops out of the truck, gets into the cab, and starts the engine. That’s my cue to gather my discarded clothing and slide out of the back. He’s finished with me for now.
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Thoughts about hairy balls
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Posted:Oct 8, 2023 11:18 am
Last Updated:Jan 21, 2024 11:40 pm 11436 Views
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I’ve kept my cunt shaved since I was 17 years old. My high school boyfriend wanted to see me with a bare cunt, and I’ve kept it that way ever since. I suppose if an Owner told me to let my pussy hair grow, I would, of course, obey, but none of them ever has. In fact, just the opposite, I’ve been punished more than once for not keeping my cunt smooth enough to pass inspection. That brings me to my topic for the day: hairy balls. I recently noticed that none of the Men who fuck me bother with any grooming “down there.” I regularly end up with hair on my tongue or up my nose from sucking cock and balls or licking ass. It tickles when hair goes up my nose, not in a good way, but the worst is getting hair in my throat. Ideally, I’d like to cough it out when that happens, but that isn’t allowed.
Any action perceived as a criticism or complaint is grounds for punishment. In our worldview, It’s a sign of disrespect. I am groomed to please Men because that is my role. As a female, my purpose is to serve Men. I must always work to meet their needs and expectations. The reverse is not true. I am sure, if I asked, the Men who fuck me would be perplexed as to why they would bother shaving their balls or crack to make blow jobs or rimming better for me, and I would not expect them to be any different.
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Friday Friend
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Posted:Jun 29, 2023 11:39 am
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2024 10:35 am 10565 Views
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Last Friday, I met a “friend” to be fucked. This particular friend likes to brutally ass fuck females. He’s into painal, something his wife does not like. That is why he meets up with me. In particular, he likes a rough assfuck outdoors. I live in a rural area, so it is not hard to find frontage roads or small groups of trees. When practical, he likes for me to kneel in the dirt, but he often uses me over his truck's tailgate. These encounters are always rough and always quick. His only goal is to fill my asshole with his cum. When he’s finished, I am expected to clean his cock and thank him. I don’t get to cum, ever. This suits both of us. It's not that I don't enjoy an orgasm, I do. I also know that female orgasm is unnecessary and a distraction from their duties.
Last Friday was different. After he fucked me over the dirty tailgate of his truck and after I licked his cock clean and thanked him for his cum, he asked me if I was hungry. He brought sandwiches. We sat on the tailgate, (I was still naked) and ate and chatted for the first time in the two years he’s been using me. Admittedly, we mostly chatted about what a fuckpig I am and how much he wants to mark my udders with his belt, but still, an actual conversation. I started to think he was changing the dynamic of our “friendship” when he handed me a drink and told me to finish all of it. I took a sip through the straw and got a mouthful of ice-cold piss. I must have made a face because he laughed so hard he cried. He gestured for me to keep drinking, and I obediently finished all of it.
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Will Work for Food
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Posted:Jun 14, 2023 1:33 pm
Last Updated:Sep 7, 2023 8:29 am 12553 Views
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In college, a much older man owned me for a time. He was strict and controlling, perfect for someone like me. I tried to be perfect for him, but of course never quite met his expectations. During the week, He was busy with work and I was busy with school, so our interactions were usually quite brief. I was still expected to follow His rules, and he checked in occasionally to verify my compliance. Lucky for me, camera phones were far less common than they are now. On the weekend, things were different. Unless he indicated otherwise, I was expected at his home on Friday after my last class, and I stayed until Monday morning. During the time in his home, he controlled every aspect of my life. I was not allowed to ask him for anything. I had to trust that he knew better than I did what I needed. Please note, this is very much my kink. He did not need to brainwash me into believing any of this was a good idea. I needed permission for most things, including eating, drinking, and using the bathroom. He was not interested in a sick or injured cunt so the drinking and pissing wasn’t so bad. Food was another issue. I had to “work” for my food. The only thing I was allowed to eat for “free” was cum. To earn food, I had to do all my chores and show total obedience to him. Sometimes it was easy, sometimes humiliating. Any hint of rebellion was a just cause to punish me. I was always a bit chubby, so he had no qualms about denying me a meal if I failed in any way. I always had access to water, even if it was from a bowl on the floor. It was not unusual for me to exist on only one meal per day on the weekends, and often not a tasty one. Oatmeal covered in nutritional yeast, amino acids, and raw spinach is good for you but tastes and smells awful. Anyway, as hard as those weekends were, I do miss them.
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Monogamy
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Posted:Jan 18, 2023 11:01 am
Last Updated:Sep 7, 2023 8:31 am 12746 Views
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My Lord (Jerry) has never been “faithful” to me. He has always fucked other females. When we first got together, he told me he would control who fucked me, but I had no right, as a female, to make similar demands. I remember early in our relationship, he made me wait outside the car, in the rain, while some woman he met in a club gave him a blowjob in the backseat. He was teaching me a lesson, making sure I was prepared for the life I would lead with him, and I am grateful to Him for his consideration.
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This Morning
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Posted:Nov 9, 2022 8:16 am
Last Updated:Feb 3, 2024 10:31 pm 13402 Views
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This morning, Jerry woke me up by slapping my ass. Then he told me to spread my ass for him. I quickly got my knees under me and open wide. Reaching back with my hands to hold my asscheeks open. Jerry roughly rubbed my pussy for some cunt lube but it was dry, so he just forced his cock into my asshole without. Jerry rarely fucks my cunt. He says the only purpose of a cunt is for breeding and lube. Luckily for me, last night I took a couple of loads of jizz up my ass at a party and some of it is still there. Otherwise, this would be a totally dry assfuck. A dry fuck hurts me, but more importantly, Jerry doesn’t like it. If he has to fuck me dry, I usually end up with a belt to the cunt later. Anyway, this morning he finished quickly, flooding my hole with more cum. As soon as he pulled out, he shoved a pretty thick plug into my asshole. He must have grabbed it before he woke me, because I didn’t know it was there until I felt it in my ass. Then he smacked me hard before heading to the en-suite. I hurried after him, kneeling by the toilet to drink his morning piss before heading to the kitchen to start breakfast.
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So Frustrating
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Posted:Nov 2, 2022 8:40 am
Last Updated:Sep 10, 2023 10:14 pm 13769 Views
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It’s so frustrating. My Lord (Jerry) will let almost anyone fuck me. My holes are His property, so I have little, if any, say in the matter. That’s not what frustrates me. When I submitted to Him, I knew he’d turn me into a public cumhole. My problem is that some of the Men who fuck me make it difficult to follow the rules. Currently, I am on my knees with a Man’s cock in my mouth. He’s someone Jerry met at work, I think. He wants a pretty standard blow job, but he keeps distracting me by talking. He’s asking me if I like it. He wants me to rub my clit, so I can cum when he does, and that’s a problem for me.
You see, I am not allowed to cum. My Lord has explained that female pleasure is an evolutionary error. It brings no pleasure to Men and has no purpose. For me, it is forbidden. After use, I’ll have to confess to My Lord. I’ll have to tell him I had an orgasm, and he will punish me. If I confess to him that I did it to myself, the punishment will be worse. There are no excuses that absolve me from the rules. Unfortunately, another one of My Lord’s rules is that I must be obedient to Men. I can’t tell this guy no. Even explaining the rules will get me punished as My Lord would see that as a form of protest, which is disobedience in His mind. I could try and fake it, which would make the stranger happy but still get me into trouble. My Lord does not allow his cunt to tell lies. No matter what, this seemingly routine blow job will end up with my clit in a literal vice, and that will be just the start. This stranger pumping his cock into my throat is going to make my life for the next week or so very unpleasant.
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Sit On My Face
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Posted:Sep 29, 2022 3:33 pm
Last Updated:Sep 7, 2023 8:27 am 14246 Views
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Yesterday I spoke without thinking. Sir and I were running errands, and I noticed a very hairy fat man looking at my udders. I am supposed to tell Sir when a man looks at me with interest. Sometimes Sir will carefully inquire if the Man is interested in doing more than look. This time, I said nothing, The Man in question was very unattractive and looked unclean. Unfortunately for me, Sir noticed him too. He guided me into a small service hallway between shops and asked why I disobeyed. He'd seen the Man obviously looking at my barely covered tits. There was no way I could have missed it. Without thinking, I said, "because he looked gross!." Sir looked around to see if anyone could see us and then slapped me hard across the face. Then, he grabbed my hair with one hand and squeezed one of my tits hard with the other. Leaning into my face, he angrily hissed, "Cunt, you forget your place. You don't decide who uses you. You are MY property. What does it matter how he looks or smells? He doesn't have to attract you, a thing to be fucked, a fat shitpig, an animal. YOU need to attract him." Sir let go of me, shoving me hard against the wall. "Go back into the store and find him. You tell him what you are and what you said about him. Then tell him that you are his for the afternoon. He has MY permission to use you however he likes. Get his phone number. I will call him tonight and verify that you've obeyed." As I shakily walked back toward the shop, Sir called out to me. "Cunt, if you can't find him, I make you suck off the next ten homeless men we see." He walked toward the car as I hurried to look for the hairy fat Man. And that is how I found myself in a cheap motel room that I had to pay for, laying naked on the bed while a fat hairy man sat on my face and made me fuck his dirty asshole with my tongue.
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A cunt's place
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Posted:Aug 17, 2022 12:45 pm
Last Updated:Sep 7, 2023 8:31 am 14218 Views
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A Cunt's Place
Sir walked around me slowly, inspecting me from every angle. Finally, he smiled and signaled me to kneel.
“Cunt, your pussy hair has grown in nicely. I wasn’t sure how it would look, but I think it will work.” He gently kicked me in the clit as he spoke
“Thank you, Sir. May I ask a question”?
“Yes, my cunt.”
“Why, after all these years, do you want me to have cunt hair? In the past, I’ve earned a harsh correction for failing to keep your cunt completely smooth.”
Sir smiled at me and patted my head before slapping me hard. “The slap is for implying I am illogical. I always have a reason. Today I am feeling generous, so I will answer your question. My friend Scott has always wanted to burn off a cunt’s pubic hair and asked if he could try it on you. Of course, I said ‘yes.’”
I gasped loudly, my heart beating fast as I forced down the panic. “But, Sir! Won’t that hurt?”
Sir slapped me again, much harder this time. “ Why would burning off your pubes hurt Scott?”
I didn’t understand. “I meant hurt me, Sir.”
“Why would that matter?” Sir looked genuinely confused.” If Scott enjoys doing it, and I enjoy allowing it, why do we worry about a cunt? You forget yourself. What is your place in the natural order?
I swallowed hard and recited the response I knew he wanted to hear. After all, I said it every morning and every night before bed.
“I am a cunt, a cumhole. I exist for the pleasure of Man. I am not a man’s equal. I am not an animal’s equal. I am lower than all living things.”
“That’s right cunt. Now you’ve earned 50 with a switch. Ten strikes to the tongue for speaking. Go cut a good one. You know what I like.”
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