Picture it [NSFW] [switch] [rough] [degrading] [worship]
Added 2024-07-19 07:25:15 +0000 UTC[we start with me holding the conch]
The glow of the [evil] artifact makes my eyes fill with lust as my voice drops "Knees. Now" and I gently slap you in the face with my cock to make it hard while telling you to beg for more.
There's a nurse outfit. It fits you. I bark at you to put it on. You look like a fucking whore. I tell you to paint my dick in your spit. I tell you to worship it. My balls are in your mouth and my cock just resting on your pretty face.
[then you take the conch]
You tell me to lay on my stomach and lick your feet. I do. You tell me to flip over so you can sit on my face. You're playing rough with my dick. It stays hard. You give me air but only when I need it. You start fucking my face like a machine.
You flip around. Every time you catch me looking at you, you call me a fucking toy who should get back to work. You tell me I'm a little bitch who needs to focus on making you cum. You're pressing your cunt on my face so hard to prove to me I'm nothing but a collection of pleasing shapes to you. Your hand is in my hair holding me there so I can't even mentally escape.
[I am in heaven. The conch explodes]
You cum. My face is a fucking wreck so we start kissing like sloppy drunks and I get behind you. You spread your cheeks and I fuck you. No poetry or frills, just hard fucking. When I'm close I get half my cock in your asshole before I cum. It's dripping out of you. I collapse, head on your stomach ready to sleep. I am so happy.
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Wake up. Again.
Comments
He’s always saying he wants to be an old lady
siesta_maven
2024-07-19 20:27:09 +0000 UTCI adore you my Queen.
QQMegs
2024-07-19 20:24:30 +0000 UTCPlease tell me I'm not the only one that immediately thought, "Picture it, Sicily 1922" when reading the post title. Well good goddamn, Doc. I'm certainly awake now. And if any of you happen to find one of these conches, let a Lady know, yeah?
LadyTheGray
2024-07-19 20:23:09 +0000 UTCUm. Past lives. Magic. Your fucking PROSE. MEG CAN WE NOT. (Never, ever, EVER stop. Please.) I want this tattooed on me so I can read it whenever I want. Fuuuuuuuuuck.
Megan (mlgreads)
2024-07-19 20:09:47 +0000 UTCWelp. I accidentally wrote a novel. Lol. For the fantasy/magic girlies. Of which I am one. Let me know what you think, it’s a little different again sort of. From the conch in your hand [where the fuck did you get that?] I hear a whisper of power, feel a stirring in the air of old gods who walked among us. The usually playful light in your eyes takes on a hard edge as you look me up and down, and I watch your cock bounce up, watch it grow as you order me to my knees, twitch erratically as I obey without question, with no hesitation. I feel my pussy throb its own slow and syrupy heartbeat, as though my blood has been weighted down with desire and now pumps from there rather than from my heart. I can smell your skin and hear your low growl telling me I’m a needy little slut who has to beg for your cock on my cheeks and lips and nose. [More baby. Please, please, please, I need you. Slap that cock on your cum slut…] A nurse outfit that I didn’t notice before has appeared on the chair beside me. You’re snarling and twitching and I’m worshipping and thumping. “Put it on, you filthy whore. Now,” and I can hear the echo of long-dead and long-forgotten masters for whom virgins were once sacrificed and get slight whiff of the coppery scent of blood in a silver chalice. A cold shiver runs down my spine while I strip. Slowly, and without breaking eye contact with those familiar, and yet suddenly venom-charged, chocolate eyes, I take my clothes off and put on the nurse’s outfit. It doesn’t close entirely over my tits and my nipples are showing, and it doesn’t go past my big ass, so my ass cheeks are hanging out the back. You spank me; 3 sharp slaps that will each leave a handprint, and I gasp and moan and shudder with lust. “Kneel, cocksleeve. Fuck me with your mouth. Paint my dick with your spit and tears. Use that pretty throat for what it was intended. Worship my cock on your knees like my cum is the life blood you need to keep living.” And I do. I suck and spit and moan and lather you, as though soaking and cleaning you with my mouth will cleanse both our souls in preparation for ritual. [What ritual?] I wonder vaguely, as I play with your balls softly with the back of my tongue and your thick hard, veiny cock sits on my face, thumping your heartbeat onto my cheek and nose. I do not know. Or care. My hand shoots up, almost of its own volition, and I take the conch. As it transfers possession, I feel a filthy, feral energy sweep into my bloodstream like a drug. An addicting and dangerous drug. My nipples tighten, my mouth pools with saliva, my pussy drips past my lips and onto my thighs, and my ass cheeks clench from the pleasure and the sickening fury. Get the fuck on the floor and lick my feet like the penitent worshipper you now are. In my mind’s eye, I can see my feet strapped in leather sandals, then flash to moccasins, then to fur boots, then to ballroom slippers, and combat boots, and then the image fades as I lose myself in the sensation of your tongue on the arch of my foot. It shoots straight up my leg to my cunt and I suddenly need your mouth there. Deserve it. It’s my due, says the whisper from the conch. As I sit on your face and yank and twist and slam my hands down the length of your cock, and also fuck your mouth, grinding down on your nose and teeth and lips and tongue. I feel my clit swell from the pain but it feels like painful heaven and I go harder. [What are you fucking looking at fucktoy? You walking vibrator. Get back to work. Do your job. Make me scream.] The rage in my chest when I have to break rhythm to give you air feels somehow familiar but unknown. I know the fury, have felt its power in me before, but this is not mine. I glance at the conch in my hand, slip a finger inside the seam, and then two, curling and stroking fingers like when I’m playing with myself, and I hear a sigh of pleasure on the air. The conch explodes and blows waves of pleasure and pain over both of us, cutting skin and sinew without leaving a mark. I cum, screaming out the remnants of twisted ancient fury still in my body. I collapse to the side and you somehow crawl up to me, wet and sticky with my cum all over your face and beard. I can still feel the imprints of your fingers digging into my ass and the pink spots of handprints. We kiss without hesitation, with no leftover rancor, with love and affection and sweet familiarity, and you roll me over gently. I use the energy I’ve got left to spread my cheeks for you, to offer myself to you. You run a hand from my clit to my asshole, spreading the wet and admiring your mess, and then you plunge deep. My pussy doesn’t even think to resist, just opens for you, fits you like a bespoke glove. You fuck me and breathe “Yeah yeah yeah, fuck, yes. I can’t get enough. There’s. Never. Enough.” I feel you tense and quicken pace, then pull out, my sticky cum dangling off your head, and you push past the tight, squeeze of my asshole, slowly and deliberately, and feel it milking you, feel my pussy still clenching for you in the next space, and when you cum, its breathless, airless, and it takes you a few seconds to shudder air into your aching lungs. You breathe air in and I push your cock and your cum out, and roll over to cradle your precious head in my arms on my stomach. I stroke your hair and run my fingers through your messy beard and trace the lines of your head and face and shoulders with my fingers as you fall asleep. And somewhere in the ether, right as I drop off to dream, I hear a whisper of dark laughter on the air. But I’m too filled with love and joy to care. [In another room, with another pair of lovers, a conch shell appears on a bedside table, with the smell of a sacrificial flame emanating from its yearning depths.]
QQMegs
2024-07-19 19:58:15 +0000 UTCI purposely put on my earbuds and played a sleep playlist because I’m learning the dr has a different, unhinged, menacing understanding of the Hippocratic oath…. My lack of sleep, Pavlovian response to alerts, and the side effects of these posts are definitely having an effect on me. But I’m not complaining 😉
Julie Ludeman
2024-07-19 16:49:52 +0000 UTCI need a bigger white flag. I’m waving it so hard.
toastyy.design
2024-07-19 16:18:56 +0000 UTCUgh! So hot when you flip the switch and get rough and degrading. It’s because you’re usually so focused on worshipping and full of reverence.
Catherine
2024-07-19 15:03:41 +0000 UTCIm just a girl. Standing in front of a [dr.]. Asking him to make an audio recording of this smutty, switchy story.
Katie
2024-07-19 14:54:56 +0000 UTC(also, the nurse outfit seems incongruous)
Margaret Peffy Margie Maggie
2024-07-19 14:42:27 +0000 UTCUmmmmmm, yeah. You’re conjuring the whore in me too early this morning with this lascivious sorcery. Doc! I need to get ready for brunch and now all I can think of is getting a good dicking 😭😭.
Erica_Nicole23
2024-07-19 14:38:37 +0000 UTC“Nothing but a collection of pleasing shapes” drDarling those are what are in my nightstand drawer. I don’t need another mindless fucktoy, I have plenty. I need your mouth to form shapes and words to worship me like the goddess I am. I’ll wait for you to get your shit together, but my patience is running thin.
siesta_maven
2024-07-19 14:37:27 +0000 UTCI gotta get me a conch.
The Lady Is A Tramp
2024-07-19 14:36:27 +0000 UTCJFC this is what I get for going to sleep at a semi-reasonable hour last night. Don’t forget, drDarling, that you are also a pleasing voice.
The Lady Is A Tramp
2024-07-19 14:03:59 +0000 UTCI’m going back to sleep.
bkrubies
2024-07-19 13:55:28 +0000 UTC
