#free use cnc

[wastedspacexx]

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[rforshort]

the bulge in your pants to bulge in my throat pipeline

[strawberrypuppy123]

Mm I wanna be laying on my stomach watching my show and have someone come up behind me and start playing with my ass. Place their hand on my back when I try to roll over and tell me to stay. Yank my hands behind my back and tie them in place. Wrap a blindfold around my eyes and push my head into the bed before pulling my pants down and lifting my ass up into the air. Want them to spread my legs and thrust their cock inside me without any kind of warning. Put their hand on the back of my head and push it into the bed. Want them to fuck me so hard I'm practically screaming and shaking. Need them to fuck me until it hurts and I'm begging, telling them I cant take it anymore just for them to slap my ass and tell me to "Stop lying, you're so wet for me. You can clearly keep taking it". I need somebody to use me and fuck me until it hurts.

[everydaythesame69]

Portal pussies are so fucking hottt 😖 imagine you can't make rent one month, so in a desperate attempt you decide to sell your holes online. $20 and any man, anywhere can use your holes whenever he wants. It felt like easy money, you could just delete the account after you made enough.

But it got a little out of hand, hundreds of men using you, all day everyday. You can barely make it out of bed. Brushing your teeth in the morning while your ass is being stretched. Trying to eat breakfast but men won't stop fucking your throat long enough. You Definitely can't leave the house. You've tried.

You didn't trust yourself to drive so you took the bus. Big mistake. Somehow you made it to the bus stop with minimal interruptions, only one subscriber, fucking your dripping cunt, hard and fast. Making you grab onto a nearby tree for support as your legs shook. That should have been your first sign to just go him. But you're too stubborn for that.

Thankfully he came quick, leaving you to collect yourself and finish your walk. The bus, however, was another story. You were just sitting down when you felt a massive cock pushing into your ass, stretching you more than you've ever been stretched before. Making you tense and cry out before quickly covering your mouth, the other passengers turning to look at you. Your face turns bright red from the embarrassment of being used like this in front of all these strangers, even if they have no idea whats happening. The cock in your ass picks up the pace, the pain almost unbearable. Making you regret selecting anal as on option in the first place. You hated anal, but the site said it would boost sales. Anyway its far too late to take it back now.

You're shaking uncontrollably at his unrelenting pace, doing your best to stay silent, trying not to attract more attention, unsuccessfully. You turn towards the window, still feeling eyes on you as the bus starts moving. Trapping you here, completely helpless to stop it, or hide yourself. Suddenly another cock enters your neglected pussy, shorter but equally thick. Making your eyes roll back as his fat head rubs against your g spot. The humiliation of it all is enough to make you cry. You can't help but moan through your fingers under the assault, feeling that pressure build as the torture goes on, and desperately trying to fight it. Hoping maybe they'll be fast like the last one. Of course you wouldn't be that lucky, though. Cock number 2 speeds up, chasing his release while the one in your ass fucks you at his steady, rhythmic pace. This goes on for what feels like an eternity. You can't hold it back anymore, you feel yourself tense, squinting all over yourself with a sob. Soiling your light blue jeans with a large, noticeable wet spot. Utterly humiliated, and it's not even over. Cock #2 cums almost immediately after you, just to be replaced by another. You don't get a break for over an hour, missing your stop and forgetting why you even left in the first place.

Good luck getting home

[studymaterialsstuff]

Tbh i beat you because it makes you wet instead of hurting you.

[enchantingfantazies]

Made a 31 minute long video for him of me masturbating in the dress I bought ♡

I love getting his attention by being a desperate slut. I crave his attention so much, finally getting it, makes me so horny.

Might beg him to let me masturbate again today.

(He likes the video ♡)

[mellowruinspirate]

[everydaythesame69]

Portal pussy that let's you cream pie them 💗

Imagine all the ruined panties , you'd eventually just have to stop wearing them

Cum randomly running down your thigh wherever you are

[subbabes]

Free use Fridays

One of my favorite fantasies for free use is that you can have me whenever you want, even during regular activities. I’d love cockwarming you while you go about yourself. I wanna sit in your lap with your dick inside me as you play games, watch a movie, stream, or even take a phone call. I’d be pressed against your chest to make sure you can still see the screen and use your hands. Every once in a while you’d twitch or thrust into me, maybe even spank me, but I’d still be a good girl and keep still so you can feel my cunt wrapped around you.

[hannahvioletfoxx]

Snap: gothontumblr

Add me on snap dm fee $20

[babygirl63]

every interaction is 5 mins with dildo in 😘

if i get 100 interactions im going to buy a bigger dildo for next time

[bktempted]

Times Up. The room is dim, minimalist. Stark walls, expensive looking furniture existing as mere shapes in the gloom. The only prominent sound, besides your own ragged breathing, is a quiet, steady hum from a digital timer mounted on the wall opposite the bed. It glows with bright red numerals, currently reading: 00:59:57. Just under one hour.

"Ah, you're awake." The voice is smooth, measured. You crane your neck, heart hammering against your ribs, and see him emerge from the darker corners near the door. You don’t recognize his face, but you do recognize the calculated intent simmering in his eyes as they roam over your restrained form. He holds several objects in his hands, the glint of metal catching the faint light. "Good, we can prepare for the game."

He approaches the bed, his movements precise, almost clinical. Cold metal touches your skin, and you gasp as he expertly fastens clamps to your already peaked nipples. The bite is sharp, sending tremors straight down to your core. You instinctively arch your back, straining against the restraints.

"Patience," he murmurs, his fingers brushing against the side of your breast. "Anticipation is part of the fun." He produces a sleek vibrator next. You watch, mesmerized and terrified, as he lowers it between your legs. The silicone presses against your folds, nudging them apart, before settling directly onto your clit. He turns it on.

A low, powerful buzz vibrates through your entire pelvis. It’s not overwhelming, not yet, but it’s there — a relentless thrumming against your most sensitive point, amplifying the sting from the clamps.

"The rules are quite simple," he says, stepping back slightly to admire his handiwork, his eyes tracking the slight tremor in your thighs. "The timer counts down. When it hits zero, I undo the restraints, the door opens, and you’re free to leave." He pauses, letting that sink in. It sounds too easy. "There's just one small addendum."

His gaze shifts meaningfully towards the vibrator humming between your legs, then back to your face. "Every time you orgasm... an hour gets added to the clock."

You look down at the state of yourself as despair wars with a sudden, treacherous excitement. This isn't just about endurance; it's about control. Your control. All you have to do is not cum. One hour doesn't sound insurmountable. You can do this. You have to do this.

He must see the determination in your eyes because a slow, knowing smile touches his lips. "Let the games begin."

He doesn't touch you again, not immediately. He just watches. The vibrator continues its steady assault, the clamps pull with agonizing sweetness. You clench your teeth, focusing on the glowing red numerals, trying to meditate, trying to think of anything else — taxes, grocery lists, the pattern of the ceiling tiles. But the sensations are insidious. The thrumming deepens, spreading warmth through your belly, making your cunt clench. The nipple clamps send sharp signals that translate directly into a throb between your legs. You can feel the wetness building, smoothing a path for the vibrator, increasing the intensity with every passing second.

Sweat beads on your forehead. You bite your lip hard, tasting blood. Don't cum, don't cum, don't cum. The mantra pounds in your head, almost in time with the vibration. But your body isn’t listening. It remembers pleasure, craves it, builds towards it with terrifying efficiency. The pressure mounts, lower, tighter, a knot of pure sensation demanding release. Your breathing grows shallow, ragged gasps escaping your lips.

You see his eyes darken, tracking the flush rising on your cheeks, the way your hips begin to jerk involuntarily against the bed. He knows. He knows you're close.

And then, it happens. A strangled cry tears from your throat as the knot ruptures. Your back arches violently off the bed, straining against the leather, your toes curl, and pure sensation whites out your vision. It goes on and on, a helpless, shuddering release that leaves you trembling and gasping for air.

As the last tremors subside, leaving you limp and panting, your gaze darts towards the clock. The numbers flicker for a second, then reset: 01:45:58.

No. A sob catches in your throat. An hour added. Just like that.

He chuckles softly, a low, resonant sound that feels like a physical blow. "A valiant effort," he says, finally moving closer again. "But your body doesn't seem to share your resolve." He picks up a remote you hadn't noticed before. "Shall we try a different setting?"

The steady hum changes, becoming a frantic pulse, mimicking the flutter of your own heart. It’s deeper, hitting you in a way that bypasses thought entirely. You whine, already feeling the tendrils of arousal tightening their grip, building heat once again.

"No... please..." you gasp out, the words weak.

"Please what?" he asks, his voice smooth as silk. "Please make you cum again?" His fingers ghost over the inside of your thigh, impossibly light. He dips a finger into the juices pooling around the vibrator and brings it up, showing you. "You're already soaking again. Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind tries to fight it."

He leans down, whispering into your ear, "Let's add another hour, shall we?"

This time, the struggle has all but left you. The combination of the vibrator, the sharp pull on your nipples, and the exquisite torment of his mouth on your ear — his fingers occasionally dipping inside you, teasing, stretching — is overwhelming. You come apart with a scream, bucking wildly, tears of frustration and sheer sensory overload streaming down your face.

The clock resets: 02:31:55.

And so it goes. He becomes a master conductor, orchestrating your unwilling ecstasy. He uses his hands, his mouth, introduces new textures, new temperatures — hot wax dripping torturously along your stomach, ice cubes traced along your inner thighs before being slipped against your swollen clit. He fucks you, long, slow strokes that build friction to an unbearable degree, then switches to hard, pounding thrusts that hammer against your cervix, each impact jarring another orgasm out of you before the last has fully faded.

He talks to you throughout, a constant stream of commentary, praise, and provocation weaving into the fabric of your pleasure. "Look at how wet you get when I just touch you here." "Fighting it only makes it sweeter when you finally break." "Another hour. We have so much time together now."

Your mind begins to fray at the edges. The clock is a mocking presence, its numbers climbing higher and higher. Five hours. Six. Seven. You lose track, even as its crimson glow burns into your vision. The desperation to escape morphs into something else, something terrifyingly seductive. You’re drunk, lost in delirium, your thoughts splintering, your reality narrowed down to the next wave of sensation, the next inevitable, time adding release. You sob, you plead, you scream, but it all gets drowned out by the sheer force of the pleasure he orchestrates. Your body is no longer yours; it's a landscape he explores and conquers, again and again.

———

At some point, through the fog, you're dimly aware of him slowing down. The pace changes. The frantic edge bleeds away, replaced by a languid exploration. The clock... you squint at it through blurred vision... 00:07:12. Seven minutes left? After all that? How? Had he… let some time run down? A sliver of unexpected mercy, or just another part of his game?

He removes the vibrator, the clamps. The sudden absence of stimulation is almost painful. Your skin tingles, hypersensitive. He leans over you, his expression unreadable in the dim light. He reaches for the restraints. You hear the distinct click as the leather falls away from your wrist. Then the other. Your ankles.

You're free. The timer is still ticking down. Six minutes now.

He steps back, gesturing towards the door. "The game is almost over. You've endured. You can leave."

But... leave? The thought sends you spiraling, pure panic, colder and sharper than the initial fear when you first woke. Leave this? Leave him? Leave the reality bending, all consuming pleasure he gives you, the only world you've known for what feels like an eternity? The silence of the outside world seems terrifyingly empty, utterly devoid of meaning now.

The haze clears just enough for a new thought to crystallize. More time. You need more time. You need him to keep touching you, keep making you come apart. The only way…

Before he can react, before logic can fully intrude, your own hand darts down between your legs, finding your still throbbing, acutely sensitive clit. You rub with frantic desperation, chasing that familiar build.

"No... don't stop..." you sob, the words thick with cum-drunk urgency. "Please... gotta... gotta cum..."

He watches you, motionless, surprise crossing his features, quickly replaced by something intensely possessive. Five minutes left.

Your fingers are clumsy, slick with your own wetness, driven by pure need. You have to beat the clock. You have to earn more time. Staying here, lost in this endless cycle of pleasure and surrender, feels like the only thing in the world worth having. All you have to do is cum.

"Let me stay," you whimper, looking up at him, eyes wide and pleading. "Please... add more time..."

Four minutes. You gasp as the pressure builds towards its peak, faster this time, spurred by sheer panic and desperate desire. All you have to do is cum. Again. And again. Forever.

[tamagotchigirlfriend]

Im going out

I'm gonna dance alone til I let you go

[everydaythesame69]

Reblog to spank 💗

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[lostin-eden]

i just wanna live in a free use house with people I trust and pay my share of the bills/rent with being there whore is that too much to ask for??

[hannahvioletfoxx]

Hey baby