#du Hure

[konigsblog]

ok hear me out — noncon metal head konig and his cute little neighbor asks him soooo politely to turn his music down :33

alright... but metalhead-könig with anger issues, easily infuriated whenever someone tries to control him. :(

tw: non-con&rape, dead dove: do not eat. dark content below the cut -- your media consumption is your responsibility, not mine.

translation at the bottom...

könig doesn't like being controlled. perhaps the military left a long lasting effect on him, being a control freak, and especially considering he's a colonel, always in charge and screaming at recruits that can't seem to do anything right for once in their pathetic lives.

könig spends a lot of time listening to metal, at full volume in the comfort of his own house. he'd think he'd have the right to do whatever he pleases in his own home, but here comes his neighbour, too stupid to comprehend what ‘fuck off’ means. he'll blame his anger issues, but he can't deny his fantasy of having his way with you, by bending you over and pumping his hard cock into your wet hole unforgivingly.

the two, gentle knocks at his front door are enough to send him into full blown rage, throwing the door open and leaning against the wall. the sky turns into a deep, dark shade of navy, only the bright stars illuminating the dark sky.

poor thing, you look exhausted, yet set off and slightly frustrated. you hold yourself together, politely asking if he'd lower the volume so you could get to sleep. honestly, you didn't expect him to listen, to slam the door closed in your face, gritting his teeth. but instead, he grabbed your arm painfully tight, dragging you inside and covering your mouth with his large hand. his calloused fingers smelt of marijuana, a joint held between his teeth, grumbling something incoherent out as he threw you onto his leather couch, looming above you with a threatening, enraged gaze.

you scrambled, only to be yanked backwards by könig, his grip firm on your ankle. flipped onto your stomach, your pajama shorts pulled down, alongside your panties. you yelped, covered by his large hand.

“maybe this’ll get you to fucking leave me alone... dreckige verdammte hure, du verlangst danach.”

the loud music drowned out your cries as he began to sink further inside your weeping cunt, folds spread apart and forced to take the newfound stretch, as the thickness of his hard cock speared you open. tears ran down your cheeks as your stomach churned with disgust; disgusted as your body began reacting to his brutal pace. it burned, it throbbed and ached. the hard feeling and the burning sensation as he stretched you open, forcing your face into the couch to muffle your weeps and screams as he pounded deep into your hole, treating you like a used fleshlight.

translation: dirty fucking whore, you are asking for it.

[latenightdaydreams]

Love your writing! I always check in to make sure you’ve posted and eat up your stories! How about Priest König and nun reader pt 3?

Thank you🥰 Ofc!!

Priest!König x Nun!Reader Part 3 (fem)

Part 1, Part 2

MDNI🔞

Master List ✍🏽

>cw: fem/afab, BDSM, non-con, religion, fingering, oral, recording

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In the pews you kneel alongside your fellow sisters. It's early morning prayers, a time for peace, yet you cannot find any. What happened yesterday still clouds your mind. The mantra of the lord’s prayer fades out around you as you zero in on the sound of heavy footsteps marching down the middle aisle.

Father König holds his hand out his hand to you with a stoic look on his face. The fact you can’t read his emotions makes your heart sink; you never know what to expect whenever König summons you. You stand and walk down the aisle, careful to not disturb anyone. He says nothing to you, he simply turns and has you follow him like a sheep.

Through the door behind the altar, you follow him up some stairs to his office. He gestures for you to walk in, so you do. In the corner of the room, you notice a camera and also some leather items on his desk. The door slams shut and locks. Before you can turn around to ask Father what he wants, he pulls you by the back of your veil and walks you to his desk, pressing your face into the cold wood.

“Du bist eine Hure.” His words came out filled with venom. “You continue to tempt me to break my vows.”

“I haven’t done a thing!” You protest as he bunches up the fabric of your habit, exposing your simple cotton panties.

“Don’t speak back to me!” Father König spanks you harshly, causing your body to tense from the stinging pain. “Get up.”

König removes his hand from your head to allow you to stand up. He grabs the edge of your underwear and undresses you. Then grabbing the restraints, he has for you, dropping to his knees to fasten them around your thighs. You hold your dress up as you look towards the camera noticing the flashing light; he’s recording this.

“On the desk, face down with your hips up.”  His stern tone leaves no room to argue.

With trembling legs, you climb on to the desk using the chair next to you to help you up. You kneel as you slowly lower your face back to the cold wood. He grabs your arms on both sides, securing them to the restraints around your thighs before also securing your feet, leaving you helpless in a strict frog-tie restrain.

König grabs his bible and a braided whip. He opens up to a passageway he has marked as he walks around the desk, whipping your bare ass. Pained moans leave your lips as you jerk from every hit. Your desperate pleas fall on deaf ears, König has no intentions on stopping. Instead of taking responsibility for breaking his vows and yours, he will punish you for being easy to lust after.

“Please Father König!” You cry out once more.

König looks down at your sore rear, welts forming on your delicate flesh. His bible thumps against the ground as he drops the holy book. He can’t stop himself as he walks to you, pressing his lips against the supple and warm flesh. The feeling of his lips causes you to flinch from the pain.

“Es tut mir leid Liebe.”

He continues to kiss every inch of your plump ass, one of his hands gently begins to rub between your warm slit. There is nothing more he craves than to be back inside of you, to feel your precious cunt embrace his fat cock. His fingers rub back and forth as his mouth makes its way to your tight asshole. You tense as you feel the new sensation of his warm tongue and you let out a surprised moan.

“You’re so… süß.”

Father König pulls back slightly to watch as he slips his middle finger into your pussy, his pointer straining to push into your ass. “There you go. Bad girl…” He says as he slowly moves his arm back and forth. His lips continue to pepper kisses over your supple flesh as he watching his fingers fuck you. The beautiful sounds coming from your mouth causing the tip of his cock to leak in his pants.

His free hand fumbles to free his cock from his pants. Any vows he’s made to the church or the Lord are out the window. All he wants is you. Your body, your mind, your soul; every single inch of you. He wants you to worship him as if he himself is a god. His hand grasps his cock as he jerks off.

“You’re so tight.” He growls, nipping at your flesh. “I need you.”

“Please no, Father. Think about God—”

“Shut up!” He barks, angry that you’d even attempt to disobey him. “When you’re in my presence, I am your god! Do you understand?!”

“Y-yes Father.”

“Good! Now shut up and let me stretch that pretty little cunt.”

His pants fall to the floor with a soft thud as he kicks his shoes off and steps out of his pants. He turns to grab the camera and adjusts it so that it captures a lot of what was about to happen. Your body is getting tired from being in this position for so long, but you know Father is only getting started with you.

[callsignmarz]

MDNI | 18+ | König x Reader

TW: mentions of alcohol, mild language, misplaced anger, mature scene.

“He makes you jealous.”

König knew the type of woman he married.

Especially, after a heated argument.

There at the end of the bar, you downed the last few sips of your second cosmo, reminiscing on the stupid fight you just had outside, moments ago.

“Want another?” The bartender customarily asked as he draped a hand rag over his shoulder.

You had a good buzz going.

Although, you didn’t need to go over your limit. The sober mask comes on as you pushed the empty glass away with your fingertips.

“No, I’m okay. But, just incase I change my mind; Keep my tab open.”

“What about your big fella and his friend?”

Your eyes thinned at the bartenders question with confusion quickly morphing into raw ire as you swiveled around to see König sitting at a booth with an arm purposely wrapped around some red headed bimbo.

Let the games begin, motherfucker.

In a matter of seconds, you pounced from the bar stool and like a black panther in the shadows, you blended in with the sea of bodies, stalking and observing their interactions from afar.

As a former mercenary yourself, patience became your most reliable source.

Feeling a familiar pair of eyes burning a hole into him, König swiftly turned his attention to the crowded bar, leisurely scouting until his gaze met yours.

His lips curl into a cocky smirk as he pulls the woman closer to him, triggering you to fly into a jealous rage.

Maneuvering through the horde of drunks, you wantonly drag over a nearby chair once you finally approached the two, persistently planting yourself uncomfortably close to the woman.

“Neue Freunde finden, mein Liebe? (Making new friends, my love?)” You asked König while your eyes fixate on the red haired woman, maintaining a toothy grin.

“Ja, das glaube ich. (Yeah, I guess I am.)”

The red head’s brows crease together, feeling quite uneasy.

“I’m sorry, König. Do you know her?” She questions as she leans closer into König, hoping he would shield her from your piercing watch and you fight the maniacal urges that arise.

By the befuddling look on the poor girl’s face and her accent was a dead give away…she was an American.

Regardless. She had no place flirting with König and the thought of her sharing the same oxygen as him, slowly boiled your blood to a dangerous temperature.

“Ich schwöre bei Gott, wenn du ihn berührst...(I swear to God, if you touch him)” Your tone daintly dips to a menacing level, one that König immediately recognizes.

The smug expression on König’s face becomes one of wary. “My apologies, Schatz. This here is my lovely wife, Y/N. She thinks you’re very pretty.” He blatantly lies through his teeth.

“Y-Your wife?”

The woman blinks a few times, bewildered by how she missed all the crucial signs.

Her eyes drop to your left hand, where a diamond ring would be, but instead there was a small calligraphy tattoo, engraved in your skin that read:

“Til Death.”

“Hat deine Hure einen Namen, König? (Does your whore have a name?)”

He didn’t answer right away.

Instead König reached over to grab the glass of bourbon that sat on the table, taking a quick swig of it while watching the tension build as you continued to inspect his new “friend.”

Your eyes flit over to him with impending glare, which light a fire under his ass to give an answer.

“Victoria.” He said dully, avoiding all eye contact.

A seed of suspicion was ready to plant itself as König had a small habit of fabricating to avoid conflict. But, the way her neck almost snapped at the name, convinced you otherwise and your expression softens.

“gefällt sie dir?” (Do you like her?)

“Y/N, es ist nicht-” (Y/N, it’s not-)

Swiftly rising to your feet and cutting off his excuse, you walk your way around the table to settle comfortably in your husband’s lap, wedging yourself between the two with your eyes studiously on Victoria.

Despite your calm and relaxed nature, the air surrounding held underlying tension with a dicey edge to it.

Victoria’s eyes shift frantically between you and König, hoping that she can escape the situation without any causing any more problems.

“I’m sorry, but I didn’t know you were married. I just assumed you were single.”

“Du hast falsch gedacht, Schlampe. Ich wette, die dumme Schlampe erkennt nicht einmal, was für eine Frau ich bin.(You thought wrong, bitch. I bet that stupid bitch doesn’t even realize what kind of woman I am.)” You added with a humorless laugh, confusing Victoria even more.

“What did she say?”

“Don’t look at my husband, look at me.”

In response to your command, König’s arm causally wraps itself around your waist, not to be endearing but to restrain you if things go suddenly left.

“Are you having fun with König, Victoria?”

Victoria shivers at the piercing tone of your question.

“No, of course not.”

“No? So are you telling me that he wasn’t good enough to entertain you?” You scoffed in disbelief and instinctively König’s grip tightens around your waist, fully aware of the game your about to play.

[justagirlwholikesadam]

Quickie before Class

Jack Gladney (step dad) x Reader smut!

Please be warned! if you don't like the stepcest then don't read it!! I don't know why i wrote this but i did. BTW i used google translate for the German. 

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You shouldn't have been teasing Jack. You couldn't help it though. Babette and the rest of your siblings were gone. She had taken them to school already. You and Jack were the only one in the kitchen finishing up breakfast. Jack had offered you a ride to the university while he was cutting his pancakes. Jack offers you lots of rides since that night. You didn't mind it, Jack wasn't all that bad as your mother had mentioned to you before.

Jack was a professor from the university you went, he taught Hitler studies. Jack happens to be your stepfather as well. Everything seemed normal until you came home from a party late one weekend, you had snuck back inside and quietly tiptoe into your room where you found Jack. He was inside your room, leaned against the dresser with his cock out. You watched as he moaned while using your underwear, rubbing it against his cock. 

That was a while back, you did confront him about it.  You realized Jack was much better than the college guys you slept with and he realized you were better than Babette. You wore a jean skirt today, knowing it was his favorite. You wore a tee shirt with the school logo and a pair of sneakers. You were sitting next to him finishing your toast as he read the morning newspaper. You saw he finished his plate of pancakes a few minutes ago. You eyed at the clock hanging on the wall across from you. There was still time left before class started. You sighed loudly, catching his attention as you pushed yourself along with the chair away from the table.

He watched you carefully over the newspaper as you spread your legs wide open. The skirt was pushed up. His brown eyes looked straight at your bare cunt. He raised his brows at you. Jack didn't like it when you wore skirts without any underwear. “Little slut.” He would tell you before stuffing his fingers into your cunt.

Jack is already hard when he sees you with your legs spread open and your hand playing with your pussy in front of him. He drops the newspaper down on his plate and clears his throat.

“Need a hand, princess?” Jack asks as he watches you rub your clit in front of him. You shake your head and continue to play with yourself. Jack knew you were lying. You always needed ‘Daddy’s hands’ to cum.

He looked down to see the time on his watch. He rubs his hands together as he looks at the time again then back at you. You gave him a smile.

Jack was quick when he stood up, pulling you by the arm. You rose from the seat and was pushed against the kitchen counter. You can hear Jack mumbling behind you as he bends you over.

“Dreckiges Mädchen.” (Dirty Girl) Jack whispered in German as he leaned over to kiss the back of your head while his hands were pulling the jean skirt further up to your hips.

“Du liebst es, wenn ich mich so verhalte, eine Hure.”(You love it when I act like a whore.)

You whispered to Jack in German making him grin as he looked down, his hands spreading your ass open. He squeezes your ass, fondling it with his big hands. He groans at the sight of your holes when you prop your left leg on top of the counter.

Jack, your step dad didn’t have a long cock but his cock was the thickest you ever seen. You were between Jack's legs when you first saw it that night in your room. He was thick with veins running up and down his cock, you licked on his heavy balls as you used both hands to jerk him off. He got off by you gagging on his cock, eyes red and watery while your mouth was full with your step daddy’s cock. He had smeared the cum over your face. You gave him a smile as the pink fat mushroom head rubbed cum over your lips.  

You woke up the next day feeling sore between your legs and mouth. Making your way downstairs you sat across from him that morning. Both of you knew it wasn't a one time thing since you played footsie with him under the table. You ate your cereal quietly while he massaged your captured foot under the table.

“Fuc..k.” You heard Jack’s groan as he spit on his cock and jacks himself off.

“Open up for me, baby.” Jack moans as he taps the head of his cock on your ass. You let out a whine when you felt his cock nudging between your lips, you moaned out loud when you felt him slide himself inside. The sensation of his fat cock expanding your walls was painfully good.

“Pussy so good baby. You're my girl right, baby? Tell me you're my good girl.” Jack tells you as he leans against you and starts fucking you. You were moaning when Jack stuffed his fat fingers in your mouth, you can taste the maple syrup on his fingers from his breakfast.

“Tell me, you're my good girl?” Jack tells you again while his fingers slips out of your mouth as he kept fucking you hard. Drool spilled from the corner of your mouth, as Jack’s fingers slipped out of your mouth and held the back of your neck, to hold you down. Your stretched leg on the edge of the counter was starting to become numb but it felt good to move. You were at a good level, Jack was tall and he didn't have a need to bend too much at this position.

“I’m your good girl daddy.” You mewl out as you feel Jack’s other hand go between your legs. His fingers rubbing your clit as he kept pounding you.

“That’s it, keep clenching daddy’s cock.” He says making you whimper as his cock keeps thrusting in a rough pace.

“Take it. T-T-Take daddy’s cock.” Jack mumbled behind you as his balls slapped against your puffy lips, sending shocks to your throbbing clit everywhere his balls were mushed against your clit.

You heard Jack chuckling when you cry out as he rubs your clit quickly, your hands were sliding off the marble counter but you kept your gripped when Jack pulled you up in a standing up position. The position had made you moaning out loud as you felt his cock deeper inside of you.

You feel his soft and pudgy stomach press up against your ass as he keeps thrusting into you.

“Du wurdest nur für mich gemacht.” (You were made just for me.) Jack tells you when you came on his cock. He held onto you as whimpered, clenching around him. Jack kissed your back as he waited for you to come down from your high. He waited for you to look over your shoulder to give him a nod. He took a deep breath when he gave him a nod, he made you cum and now it was his turn.

You whined as you felt his cock sliding in and out of you, you were grunting every time he slammed into you. You blushed at the squelch sound you made when he started to fucked you harder.

“Com’ on. Com’ on.” Jack hissed as he leans you over and stats to fuck you into a quicker and faster pace. Your head bob up and down as he held on to your shoulders as he fucked you. You cry out when you feel him stop and pressed his hips against your ass. You dropped your mouth open when you felt him cumming, you let out a moan as he let go of your shoulders. You laid your head down, forehead against the marble counter, you had lost feeling on your leg that was still up on the counter. Your other leg was barely standing, your inner thigh twitching.

You looked to the side of the wall and looked at the clock. Jack kissed your ass as he slowly moved your leg  off of the counter down the ground. You whined when you felt the blood rushing through your leg. Jack held your ankle as he mumbled against your skin. He had even kneel down. His fingers softly messaging the numbed ankle all the way up to your thigh. His fingers played with the hem of the skirt for a while before pulling it down to cover your ass.

“Thank you, daddy.” You said as you pushed yourself away from the counter.

“Go upstairs and put on some underwear. We have to leave now. You don’t want daddy to be late, do you?” Jack said as he walked with you out of the kitchen. You felt him rub your arm as he took you by the staircase.

“Hurry up! I’m gonna check when you come down.” Jack yelled out as he walked back to the kitchen, picking the plates off the table to soak in the sink.

[fetischist]

Noch ein Glas du geile Hure...

[macholuvr]

„Brav schwuchtel. Schön auf den Knien vor mir. Und jetzt kriech her und leck meine Nikes sauber du Hure!“

[drmarune]

Varg and Johan Faust

Varg is @loosesodamarble oc

Summary

Don’t mess with a 18 year’s old Johan Varg leaning it the hardest way

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It’s began as Varg didn’t like the smell of Johan’s weed plus he may be a ass and but he is concerned because Johan take out of nowhere drugs and get’s darker and lost he’s innocent‘s???

So he did find he’s weed and trow it away in a river and after this he eats the last strawberry cake

And now is Johan Mad because he did find out what Varg did

Johan:Varg come here now!!! Du hure€ Sohn!!!!!!

Varg just goes to him because he can’t hide from Johan

Varg:what is?

Johan:you pis€ und f shi€ dared to trow my weed away and eat my strawberry cake!!!!!

Varg:and? You smell like shi€ whit all the weed

Johan growling at him and show he’s sharp teeth :dare you as I say something whit you bulshi€!!!!

Varg: year year…..“getting concerned because Johan begins to Conor him like a wild animal

Johan:he he he….sure you may be Family but this it…..“goes to him slowly

Varg goes back :Johan……what are you? „He felling a sickness because of Johan‘s mana pressure

Johan use then he’s bacteria magic on him whit a black smoke

Varg felling extremely sick now and falling to ground

Johan smile:well have fun you will be like this if you healing out or your parents say something but as long have fun „smile evil

Varg looking at Johan whit a mix out of overwhelming and fear is this Johan? he wouldn’t dare to harm family

He crawled back

Johan‘s mana pressure goes back and Johan goes too him and take him up

Johan:well you luckily I’m not evil I will take you to your room and help you a little but much…next time you don’t dare to take my weed……“smile mad

Varg:…….

End

(((Johan didn’t punish Varg just this bad because he take the stuff but because he is scared Varg disposed it in a way this would harm Varg like burning it or so plus Johan will heal him after some hours because he is not evil he just wanted to scare him)))

[mamilena]

Schwester Sissy gesucht

Du bist eine Sissy? Eine Schlampe oder willst eine werden? Du bist sehr feminin und idealerweise auch noch jung? Du kommst aus der Nähe von Koblenz und bist gewillt eine richtige Schlampe und Hure zu werden? Dann solltest Du weiterlesen. Für meine langjährige Schlampe und Hure SissyJana suche ich eine Schwester Sissy. Für alle die Sissyjana noch nicht kennen, ihr findet alles über Sie auf ihrem…

[elezdi]

Mislq da upolzotvorq znaniqta si na nqkoi dumi na chujd ezik, taka che, na koito mu e hrumnalo, che da pochvash rabota v 6 e dobra ideq, ananin amina koyim orospu cocugu chorapto mosta du bist eine dumme hure la fils de pute putangina mo chupa pau no cu mamador, ako nanai sotekergqs - beshmo kereste.

Moment na slabost, prostete mi

[konigsblog]

i’m such a sadist i absolutely live for misogynist könig, do you have any more thoughts on him?

oh, i have a LOT of thots about sexist!könig :3 🌷

tw: dub-con/non-con/rape, drugging (intoxcation), sexism, misogyny.

sexist!könig would most definitely slip the condom off before sliding inside. you're all drugged up, all loopy and fuzzy when he slides inside. usually, you'd scream at him to get off of you -- that he shouldn't have tried to take the condom off. don't you want him to enjoy himself? it's not all about you, it feels better without it..

könig pins your wrists beside your head, watching your facial expressions for any signs of discomfort or anger. yet, you seemed to have not noticed, giving könig a perfect opportunity to fuck you all nice and raw! :3

“meine güte, meine prinzessin... du bist sicher das egoistische mädchen, ja? dreckiges ding... entspann dich einfach für mich, du dummes mädchen.” he teases, looking into your half closed, teary eyes, covered with your heavy eyelids. you're always so sensitive when you're drunk...

you arch your back, moaning out when he pounds into you cruelly. god, he feels so free, so good -- until you notice. of course, even whilst drugged and drunk, you're still the stupid feminist that you are.

you whimper, bucking and thrashing against him while he degrades you with a harsh tone. he slaps you brutally, not holding back, and watching as you breathe out breathlessly, eyes wide before you pass out,. allowing könig to take full control over your unconscious body. :((

“gott, du weißt wirklich, wie du mich aufregen kannst, oder? du bist so eine eklige hure, mein kleines spielzeug, lass uns nicht so tun, als hättest du irgendwelche rechte verdient.” könig bites your neck, using and abusing your limp body until he cums deep inside your swollen, raw cunt!

translation: (1) “meine güte, meine prinzessin... du bist sicher das egoistische mädchen, ja? dreckiges ding... entspann dich einfach für mich, du dummes mädchen.” “my goodness, my princess... you are certainly are the selfish girl, yes? dirty thing... just relax for me, you stupid girl.”

(2) “gott, du weißt wirklich, wie du mich aufregen kannst, oder? du bist so eine eklige hure, mein kleines spielzeug, lass uns nicht so tun, als hättest du irgendwelche rechte verdient.” “god, you really know how to upset me, don’t you? you’re such a disgusting whore, my little toy, let’s not act like you deserve any rights.”

[allblackeverithing]

könntest du dir vorstellen Gewagte Bilder von dir hier hoch zuladen?

Ja hab ich auch schon

Werde aber ständig dafür verurteilt oder nur noch objektisiert - die Leute denken ich bin ein Pornosternchen oder ne Hure keine Ahnung und man redet mit mir keinen normalen Satz mehr es geht nur noch um Sex oder kinks und das nervt mich sehr. Ne eigentlich machts mich sogar sehr traurig…

Ich bin ein ganz normaler Mensch mit einem Blog nicht mehr und nicht weniger. Aber bei den meisten Männern und auch einigen Frauen schaltet sich das Gehirn halt komplett ab sobald sie nackte Haut sehen - und das ist für mich ein Armutszeugnis.

Klar ich bin ne offene und auch recht sexuelle Person - natürlich - aber ich verstehe nicht warum man das immer gleich als Einladung verstehen muss sich so dermaßen daneben zu verhalten… makes me sick

[khamishassan]

Der Traum.

Ich mag es wenn du mich ansiehst...

Atem verlangsamt, Zittern entstehen und ich benutze meine Hände als wären sie deine, mein Herz rast auf dem Takt brennenden Rhythmus. Ich zeichne die Zeichnung, die du zeichnen würdest... Weil ich weiß, was du magst... Ich weiß, wie du mich willst.

Ich spiegele mich in deinen Augen, sie reden mit mir, sie befehlen mir und ich gehorche und sehe mich selbst, wie ich mich selbst noch nie gesehen habe... Wunderschön. Ein bisschen Kind... das lässt Platz für die Frau... das bringt das Weibchen zum Vorschein... wer bringt das La hervor

DEINE Hure. Und es ist Liebe, weil es keine Scham, keine Vorurteile, keine Sünde, keine Grenzen gibt... Ich folge deinem Blick und sie verlassen mich. Du kommst näher und ich kann nur meinem Instinkt folgen... Ich lasse dich den intimsten Teil von mir schmecken, den, der nur dir antwortet, denn du musst dich für immer an diesen Geschmack erinnern. Ich in dir... wie du in mir.

Das ist die Antwort, auf die ich gewartet habe.

- ALT... Nur DEINE, für immer.

( der Traum )

[slave-of-fem-queen-fatale]

Taxi

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Schon lange plane ich meine sehr eifersüchtige Sklavin auf die Probe zu stellen und ihre Loyalität zu prüfen. Bisher respektierte ich ihren Wunsch, dass ich ihr treu bleibe, während ich einen uneingeschränkten Zugriff auf ihren Körper hatte. In so manchen Sessions führte ich sie vor oder gab sie als Sklavin und Dreilochhure zur freien Verfügung. Damit hatte sie meist weniger ein Problem und sie genoss diese Art der Vorführung und Benutzung. Auch an diesem Abend musst sie sich extrem nuttig anziehen. Kurzes Minikleid aus Latex, wo man mit Druckknöpfen die Brustverdeckung abnehmen konnte und so sehr schnell die Titten durch das enge Material gepresst wurden und drei hingen. Dazu noch halterlose Strümpfe und die passenden Schuhe. Darunter ein Slip aus einer Mischung Metall und Latex. Die beiden Plugs füllen ordentlich ihren Unterleib aus und vibrieren leicht aber stetig abwechselnd. Der Mund war mit einem Knebel verschlossen und darüber eine Maske wie zu Corona Zeiten. Sie wusste nicht wo die Reise hingeht. Doch vor dem Haus stand da ein VW Bus mit dunklen Scheiben. Der Fahrer übergab mir den Schlüssel, welchen ich gleich an meine Sklavin weitergab. „Du fährst heute und ich werde hinten einsteigen!“ Etwas erstaunt, aber ohne Murren stieg sie ein. Das Navi sagte auch sofort den Weg an und so ging es auch schnell durch die Stadt. Das Ende der Fahrt war auf einem sehr beliebten Straßenstrich. Die Fahrt wurde verlangsamt und ich schaute mir die Damen an. Bei zwei jungen Frauen lies ich den Wagen stoppen und verhandelt mit den zwei Nutten. Schnell stiegen diese ins Auto und noch schneller waren beide nackt. Wieder schaltete sich das Navi ein und ich wies meiner Ehesklavin an, sich an die Route zu halten. Die Fahrt ging etwas außerhalb vom Zentrum. Während der Fahrt zogen mich die beiden Nutten ebenfalls aus und brachten mich auch schnell in Erregung. Immer wieder Blickte meine Sklavin in den Rückspiegel und war völlig abgelenkt, dazu liefen inzwischen die Vibratoren mit großen Impulsen in ihren Löschern. Was die Nutten auch immer wieder zu abfälligen Bemerkungen veranlasste. Mehrfach „verreckte“ das Auto an den Kreuzungen. Inzwischen wechselten sich die beiden Nutten beim Reiten auf meinem Schwanz ab. Während die eine Nutte sehr zierlich war, war die andere Hure schon eher im Bereich Rubensdame. Die eine Nutte lies sich den Arsch ficken und die andere Nutte beide Löcher im Wechsel. Es dauerte nicht lange und ich hatte meinen ersten Höhepunkt. Die Nutten zogen mir das Kondom vom Schwanz und beugten sich nach vorn zu meiner Ehesklavin. „Mund auf!“ War der kurze Befehl von mir. Folgsam aber mit einer großen Bockigkeit öffnete meine Sklavin den Mund und die schlanke Nutte streifte mein Sperma in den geöffneten Mund der Sklavin. Das Sperma sollte sie noch nicht schlucken, sondern einfach im Mund behalten. Bei dieser Aktion merkte sie auch die Brustöffnungen und legte sogleich die Titten frei. Die geilen Titten quollen durch die Latexöffnung und die Frauen begannen nun an den Titten meiner Sklavin zu spielen. Zum Glück waren wir nun auf dem Parkplatz und  durch die Berührungen und den Vibrationen wurde trotz dieser Aktion meine Sklavin völlig heiß.

[bangerporx]

Ich liebe BangerPorn und du?

[perfectly-intoxicated]

She isn’t answering her fucking phone.

[💎: where the fuck have you been?]

[💎: antworte mir, du hure]

[💎: do you think you’re better than me?]

[💎: you’re nothing]

[💎: i fucking own you]

[💎: ANSWER ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU]

That bitch. Who the fuck does she think she is? Does she think she can just scurry off and disappear for weeks on end and not tell him about it? Where’s the courtesy?

Vincent’s hand tightens on his phone.

He calls again.

[incorrectluftwaffe]

*New recruit flirting with Walter*

Recruit: you’re quite attractive...and exotic...are you German?

Nowotny: Oida du oaschloch, schleich di hure! *approaches aggressively*

Recruit: *backs away*

Schnorrer: Sir, why aren’t you pissed he’s flirting with him?

Trauloft: He just called Nowi German. I feel sorry for the bastard now.