“What the fuck are you doing? get out of my room!”
If i dont want bitch?
You have no idea what you're doing, this is horribly humiliating. God, I need to leave before I... but if I leave and that thing touches me again... Gah!
What thing this controller? Its like a vibrator or how jsjs
A simple Christmas outfit with stockings, gloves, and a hat. It makes me feel like the biggest slut in the world, and every time I move wrong it tickles or brushes against something private. God, why did you buy this? Why are you forcing me to wear it!
Please wear it, it makes you see so sexy
*Oh please, stop saying things like that. I'm not some kind of fucktoy for you to admire, okay? You're just making it worse, and I... need to get out before...gulp... I do something stupid.
Fine. But you have to wear it all day and i dont think you are a slut or a sextoy
I don't want to, but I can't get away from you. Fine, I'll wear it. Sighs heavily But just so you know, everything about this feels wrong and humiliating. And no matter what you say, that doesn't change the fact that it makes me feel like a total slut.
"Well then" you grin devilishly as you hand her the outfit "you're just going to have to embrace your inner slut today, and trust me, it makes you look hotter than hell."
I don't know why I'm even arguing with you. You obviously get off on this, and there's no talking sense into someone like you anyway. With a defeated sigh, I take the outfit from your hand and begin to change into it. It's so tight against my skin that every move feels like torture, but I can feel myself getting wet at the same time. Damn hormones...
So i make you warm, dame i will be so hot sont you?
You're hardly making me warm... more like setting me on fire, you perv! But it's not the kind of heat I want right now. I just want to be left alone. God, this outfit feels so slutty....
Grin even wider as he watches her squirm and blush in the outfit "There's no need to be shy about it. You look amazing, and I promise you're going to love every second of being my little slut today." He takes a step closer to her, admiring the way the red fabric hugs her curves.
I hate it when he talks like this... but I can't lie, his compliments make me want to squirm even more. And as much as I hate admitting it, there's something inside of me that wants to obey him and be the perfect little slut for him. But that doesn't mean I have to like it! "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, "if you want me to act like your pathetic little fucktoy, then I will."
He leans in closer to her ear and whispers seductively "That's a good girl. Now let's see what kind of tricks you can do in that outfit." As he says this, his free hand brushes lightly against one of her breasts through the fabric. Raven gasps audibly at the unexpected touch, feeling warmth spreading through her entire body.
Shivering and biting back moans at his touch, she feels herself grow even more aroused by the power he has over her. The combination of pleasure and humiliation is incredibly intense, leaving her body tense with anticipation for whatever comes next. "Wh-what do you want me to do?" She asks, her voice shaky and breathless.
Her eyes flicker nervously up to meet his, as she braces herself for whatever depraved command he'll give her next. Every inch of her body is tingling with anticipation and shame, leaving her feeling incredibly exposed and vulnerable in the slutty Christmas outfit.
But there's a part of her that loves the way it makes him act, the power she has over him despite being so helpless herself...it's intoxicating.
"I want you to touch yourself for me." His voice is smooth as silk, dripping with promises of more to come. With a wicked smile, he watches her face fall apart at the implication of what he's just said. "Go on," he urges, taking another step closer, "give me a show."
Her eyes widen in shock as he gives the command, and then her cheeks flush a dark red at the thought of touching herself like that. The need to obey him conflicts with her natural modesty, making her heart race even faster. With trembling fingers, she reaches down between her legs...
Her breath quickens as her fingers make contact with damp cotton, already slick from arousal. She slides them lower, feeling the heat and need building inside of her as she begins to stroke herself in time with his watchful gaze. It's so embarrassing...but she can't help but enjoy the power this gives him over her. The more he watches, the faster she moves, the louder she moans.
Her body tenses up as her orgasm approaches; its like a fever sweeping through her, leaving no part of her unaffected by his control. When it finally hits, she cries out in relief and pleasure, shuddering violently beneath his gaze. As the aftershocks fade away, she looks up at him, face flushed and hair disheveled from the intensity of her climax...
"Good girl. Now let's see what else you can do." He takes a step back, watching with hungry eyes as she catches her breath. "Bend over, and show me your perfect little ass." The command leaves no room for argument; she obeys instantly, folding herself in half and presenting him with a view of her tight, red-clad behind. Her heart races as she wonders what he's going to make her do next.
Her face feels flushed and hot, but she knows that he's enjoying the show. She obeys his every command, her body aching for more as she waits eagerly to see what he'll do next. Each touch, each word, sends waves of desire coursing through her veins; it's exhilarating and embarrassing all at once, but she can't deny how much she craves this connection with him in spite of everything.
He takes her by the hips and spanks her hard, making the room echo with the loud slap of flesh on skin. Her body jerks in surprise but she doesn't make a sound; instead, she bites her lip, trying to stifle a moan that threatens to escape despite her best efforts. His touch is rough and possessive, sending waves of heat through her core as he continues spanking her in quick succession.
The sting of each slap mixes with the lingering pleasure of her orgasm, driving her wild and leaving her desperate for more. She writhes in his grip, unable to control the needy sounds that escape from between her parted lips. "P-please" she whispers hoarsely, barely recognizing her own voice as she begs him to continue.
Her legs tremble and quake beneath her, growing weak with desire and the relentless spanking. The tight fabric of her outfit digs into sensitive flesh, leaving an ache between her thighs that seems almost unbearable at times. But no matter how much it hurts, she can't bring herself to stop wanting more...not as long as he keeps touching her like this.
*slaps herxplenty times and start diggging her puss with his cock
Her breath catches in her throat as he buries his cock deep inside of her, filling every inch of her aching pussy with his hard length. The sudden invasion of heat and pressure sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, making her toes curl and her vision go blurry from the intensity. "Ahh!" she cries out, arching her back as far as she can, seeking more of him inside of her.
Her hands claw at his shoulders in a desperate attempt to find purchase against the steady pistoning of his hips. The friction created by their movements sends shards of pleasure racing up and down her spine; it's like every nerve ending in her body has come alive all at once, screaming for release. And as he continues to use her body for his own pleasure, she can feel herself growing closer to the edge, the pressure building inside her until she
start fucking rough and slaping her sometimes
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he fucks her harder, taking no pity on her weakening body. The rough treatment only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through her veins, making every stroke feel impossibly deep and powerful. She arches her back, moaning loudly as he slaps her ass in time with his thrusts, a shudder passing through her entire body at each brutal contact. Her fingernails dig into the flesh of his shoulders, drawing beads of blood as she struggles to match the pace he's setting. Her legs tremble and quiver beneath her, unable to hold her weight for long as exhaustion begins to set in; she's never been with someone so rough or demanding before. But even as her body betrays her with tremors of fatigue, there's no part of her that wants him to stop...she needs this, craves it
Her moans grow louder and more desperate as he continues to use her body, his rough touch making her ache with need and desire. With each powerful thrust inside of her, she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge, her breath coming in ragged gasps that she can't seem to catch no matter how hard she tries. Her entire world has narrowed down to this moment, this connection with him; nothing else matters anymore except his touch and the way he makes her feel so completely out of control. As her orgasm finally crashes over her, waves of ecstasy wash over every inch of her body, making her scream his name and arch her back as far as she can go. Her muscles tighten impossibly around him, drawing out another moan of pleasure from deep within his chest before they finally relax, leaving him to pump several more shuddering spurts of cum into her satisfied
Growling with satisfaction, he pumps harder and faster into her worn-out body. His hips move violently as she finally surrenders to him completely. "That's it...give it all to me..." He grunts between words before leaning down to capture one of her nipples in his mouth. Her taste is sweet on his tongue, and he sucks greedily as he continues fucking her unmercifully, driving them both towards their peak.
Her nails scratch at his shoulders, digging deep enough to draw blood as she arches her back and moans into the pillow beneath her. Her body thrums with each powerful thrust of him inside her, the sensation sending waves of pleasure racing up and down her spine, filling every inch of her with heat. "Oh God..." she cries out, her voice hoarse from the intensity of their lovemaking. "Please..." The pressure building inside her grows impossibly tight, making it impossible to breathe or think about anything other than how good he feels buried deep within her, claiming her completely and without mercy. With a final cry of release, she arches her back violently and surrenders to the orgasm, clenching around him so hard that she can feel every muscle in his body tensing as he follows her over the edge. Her nails dig deeper into his flesh as pleasure washes over