daddyharderpleade

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chained up to he used by whoever or whatever felt like filling up your holes ♡

If your truly wanted to kept just like a diary cow then you wouldn't technically be bred by fucking. You'd be restrained and then get a hand shove up your ass and a little metal tube ful of semen chosen to be the best suited for your looks and it would be shoved into you through your cervix guided by the hand in your ass, where the cum would be dumped directly into your ovaries... Unless you like this idea too?

thinking about my owner’s hands and arms inside of me working and guiding and pumping cum directly into my womb with no way of knowing what or where it’s from, only that it’s inside me now and me on all fours with my massive, aching, swelling breasts hanging down and swinging with the slightest movement jarring me, docile and receptive and stupid and happy

That’s it

Transphobes please interact !!

I need transphobes in my dms telling me I'll always be a stupid woman, that I'm just a delusional girl who will never be a man. I got political advertising from Donald Trump's campaign today and I'm rubbing my pussy so hard to it. I love how much Republicans hate me. I need a transphobic man to fuck my pussy so hard and good it reminds me I'm just a stupid girl with a cunt made for taking real mens' cocks

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by Redd-66

Been using a wand on the tip and along the shaft, wanted to share how it sounds like. Hope you enjoy it!

by supramundi

Have been edging all day long before this...

by supramundi

Have been edging all day long before this...

i need someone twice my age to hold me down and whisper all the disgusting things they wanna do to my young little body while stretching open my tight cunt enough to make me cry

He is hurting me and I don't want him to stop

source

Creampie o’ clock

trying to get groped tbh

I want to fuck you until the condom breaks

I need to wonder why your cunt suddenly feels so good until I can't help it but cum inside. Mistakingly thinking we're protected so I make sure I force myself as deep as i can into you until I pull out to see my cum flooding out of your cunt and dripping down your thighs pooling into a little white puddleunderneath you.

The Farm VI

Read Part I here.

Read Part II here.

Read Part III here.

Read Part IV here.

Read Part V here.

It takes you and the farmer a while to get back to your stall. Everyone you pass wants to stop and coo over the pretty cow, showering both you and the farmer with compliments. Some of your bolder admirers even reach out to gently caress your cheeks and your tits.

You're unused to so much attention from strangers but you soak up all the praise like a sponge. Aside from keeping a close eye on you to make sure you're not feeling overwhelmed, the farmer stands patiently at your side and answers people's questions.

Yes, it's your first time competing.

Yes, it sure is impressive that you won the blue ribbon on your first go round.

No, you can't have a taste, are you crazy?

It's blissfully quiet as you step inside your stall, and you let out a relieved breath. All the compliments are lovely, but you're eager for some time alone with the farmer and Sable.

Only... where is Sable? You glance around the room although there's hardly anything in it to hide Sable's hulking form.

"I've had Sable taken to a separate stall," the farmer tells you, answering your unasked question. "Their event isn't til tomorrow. The last thing I need is him fucking you overnight til neither of you can stand."

That doesn't sound so bad to you. You hop up on the bench and watch as the farmer bustles around the room. He carefully places those hateful—wonderful—clamps back in the case.

A few minutes pass. You find yourself getting a little bored; you really had been hoping that Sable would be here. Even if he couldn't fuck you, maybe you could've just snuggled? And played with his big, thick cock a little?

Maybe sucked on it, taking it as far back down your throat as you could?

You wriggle slightly, eyes wide and vacant as the mental image disrupts your thoughts.

The farmer straightens up, closing their case with a loud snap. You startle at the sound, gaze jumping over to them.

"Alright, sweetheart, I've got a couple errands to run. I'll see you in the morning."

"In the morning?" Oh, no, that won't do at all. "You're leaving me here all by myself?"

The farmer sees your distressed expression and immediately comes over to soothe you. He cups your cheeks in big, strong hands and presses a kiss to your forehead.

"You'll be just fine, honey, don't worry. I've asked for someone to bring in a trough so you can take a bath. Plus..." He smiles down at you, eyes crinkling at the corners. "I've left you some toys to play with so you can keep yourself busy."

Your curiosity is piqued at that, you sneak a glance over his shoulder. One of the other cases the farmer had brought along is open wide, and you catch a glimpse of what appears to be your favourite bullcock dildo. And while it's certainly no substitute for Sable's dick, you're sure you can think of something to do with it.

You beam up at the farmer.

"That's what I thought," he chuckles. There's a soft knock at the door then, and the farmer pats your cheek before pulling away.

"Right on time," he says approvingly as two workers come in carrying an enormous trough. The water threatens to slosh over the sides with their movements, and you bounce on the balls of your feet as they approach.

"I don't want you staying up all night," the farmer says once the workers have left. You've already sunk into the trough, moooooing happily as you splash in the warm water. "You did a really good job this afternoon so you've earned some play time. But I want you in bed at a reasonable hour." He gives you a stern look over the top of his glasses.

"Is that understood?"

It's a reasonable request and you nod your agreement, even though you'd like nothing better than to spend the whole night bouncing on your dildo while you play with the other toys the farmer left you. Speaking of which...

Your eyes stray past the farmer to the open case; you're already itching to get started.

The farmer chuckles again, and you don't even have to ask before he's handing you the dildo.

"You're not even gonna notice I'm gone," he predicts.

He's right.

-0-0-0-

The trip to the venue is much the same as the previous day. True to your word to the farmer, you'd gotten an early night, going to bed with an egg vibrator buried deep in your pussy and only waking up a half-dozen times to sleepily strum your clit.

But all your play time seemed to have been for naught. As soon as the farmer had rubbed that sweet smelling oil into your skin and clamped your nipples, you'd swear that you hadn't cum in weeks.

Unlike the last time you entered the pen, now you seem to be the centre of attention. The admiring glances only serve to make you even needier, and you wish that someone would just come over and mount you while they tell you how pretty your tits are.

The farmer keeps anyone from coming too close.

"Wanna fuck," you whimper as the farmer escorts you to a small, sectioned off area to wait. Your hand sneaks down to your aching clit, but the farmer stops you by gently capturing your wrist.

"I know, sweetheart, but I just need you to be a little patient," he says. "We're not going last this time. You won't have to wait as long as yesterday."

Memories of the day before—not the wait, that you can barely recall—flood your mind and you can feel some of your wetness leaking down your thigh.

Fuck, you just need something to distract you from the throbbing between your legs and the ache of your neglected nipples. Incredibly, you can feel tears threatening and you turn to give the farmer a beseeching look.

"Please... p-p-please..."

"Alright, alright," he sighs, smiling warmly. He pats his knee. "C'mere."

You immediately do as you're told, allowing him to move you so that you're straddling his left leg. Big hands settle on your hips as he guides you to start humping his thigh. You whimper pitifully as you grind your clit against soft, worn denim.

"There, now," the farmer soothes. "Does that help?"

It doesn't, not really. Because the farmer won't let you pick up speed, won't let you grind down against his muscled thigh as hard as you need to. His pace is agonisingly slow, offering more of a tease than any real relief, and there's a glorious agony in your chest as your nipples throb with pent up milk.

"Excuse me," a voice says from what feels like very far away.

The farmer forces you to still, and a heartbroken little mooo escapes you even as you wriggle against his hold to keep things going. The only thing worse than the slow pace he'd started was not being allowed to move at all.

"Yes?" the farmer says. His tone is polite, even as he delivers a stinging slap to your ass that makes your pussy clench.

"The bull will be brought into the pen in the next few minutes. It's time to set up the cow."

"Did you hear that, sweetheart?" the farmer croons. "Sable's on their way. They're gonna take such good care of you."

You barely pay any attention as you're taken into the pen. Once again, stands have been set up around the pen, with spectators already seated. You hear a people whispering as you enter the vast space, but pay them no mind. There's a padded bench right in the middle of the pen, and the farmer guides you down onto your hands and knees, spreading your legs wide. You're panting now, arching your back in the hopes that someone—anyone—would just stuff you full of cock.

Blinking open heavy-lidded eyes, you meet the farmer's gaze. He's moved to stand in front of you, and in each hand he has what appears to be a suction cup. You lean forward; you'd liked those the time you'd used them with Bluebell and Milk Dud. Attached to each cup is a long, clear tube that leads to a couple of stainless steel milk tanks.

"These are to capture the milk you produce while Sable's fucking you," the farmer tells you. "They don't work quite the same as the ones we've got at home."

You don't know what that means, and you don't really care. The farmer reaches out to cup one of your heavy tits, quickly releasing the torturous clamp and fitting the cup. Ecstasy flares for one breathtaking moment before something new clamps down on your nipple.

"No, no, why?" you whine, even as he does it again to your other tit. The pleasure of the clamp releasing is almost enough to make you cum, but it's too brief to send you over the edge.

But before the farmer can answer or offer any assurances, you hear something that makes you gasp and your cunt clench.

Because a bull, clearly in desperate need, is bellowing from somewhere close by. You're barely aware of the farmer hurrying out of the pen. Even the combined agony of your clamped nipples and empty pussy fades into background noise as you scent the air, desperate for a whiff of the musk you know will be coming from the bull's pores.

The gate to the pen swings open after what feels like an eternity. You glance over your shoulder as Sable is led into the pen, the workers clearly nervous as they make sure to keep out of arm's reach. But Sable doesn't pay them any mind as those big brown eyes lock onto yours.

This time, Sable's roar of lust is enough to make the ground beneath you shake. The workers scurry out of the pen, shutting it hastily behind them as Sable stomps their way towards you. Their massive cock is already hard, swaying with each step they take. Your fantasy from last night resurfaces—of taking the entirety of that length down your throat—but you discard it almost immediately.

You turn back around, presenting your dripping cunt to your bull, pretty pink folds on full display.

Sable doesn't hesitate once they've reached you. Huge hands grip your hips hard enough to bruise and they shove their cock in to the hilt on the first thrust. And then, with almost perfect timing, the clamps on the suction cups release, sending pleasure rocketing through you once your nipples are finally free.

"Moooooooooooooooo! Mmmmmooooooooo!"

Your cunt spasms as your orgasm careens through your body. Thick milk is spurting from your tits, and the cups suck it all up like greedy mouths. Sable is fucking you mercilessly now, no buildup, pistoning their thick cock in and out of your soaked pussy. Their balls slap against your clit each time they bottom out, adding to the symphony of noises the two of you are making.

The wet sound of your pussy being fucked. Their rough grunts and groans as they snap their hips forward. Your ceaseless moooooooos filling the pen you cum around the throbbing cock inside you.

Sable's hands are hurting you now, a delicious counterpoint to the almost dizzying pleasure. Their ecstatic bellows seem to vibrate through you as they cum buried deep inside you, their flared tip kissing your cervix as they flood your womb with their thick seed.

You feel your eyes rolling back in your head as each spurt inside you fills you up. Impossibly, Sable doesn't let up. They fuck their cum deeper inside you, their pace relentless. One big hand reaches out to grab your hair, adding another bite of pain as they use their grip to pull your head back so you can meet their gaze.

Their wide brown eyes are glazed with lust and their skin glistens with sweat. All the while, they keep fucking you, painting your insides with their cum.

All the while, the suction cups at your tits keep collecting the milk that continues to flow.

In the tiny, breathless corner of your mind still capable of rational thought, you can't help but marvel at the beautiful symbiosis of it all. Sable cums inside you, flooding you with their seed. In turn, your tits swell up and produce milk. Milk that, once Sable drinks it, will make them virile and strong so they can fuck you again.

Sable cums again; helplessly, you fall over the edge with them.

You lose track of your orgasms; time loses meaning. Sable's hunger for you continues unabated. By now, your tummy is round from all the loads you've taken and the backs of your thighs are sticky from the trickles of cum that have escaped Sable's desperate attempts to plug you up.

Your arms are trembling beneath you now. You're not sure how much longer they'll be able to hold you up. Almost as though they could read your mind, Sable hooks one strong arm beneath your chest, using their hold to pull your back against their front. Through your blissed out state, you manage to find the farmer's gaze on the outside of the pen.

The pride in that warm stare gives you the strength you need to buck against Sable, bouncing back against them to meet their every thrust. You're distantly aware of the murmurs of shock coming from the spectators as the sound of flesh meeting flesh, of dripping cunt giving way to throbbing cock, fills the air.

"E-everything," you gasp. "I want... mooooooooooo... all y-your cum... inside... moooooooooooooooo!"

Your words seem to do to Sable what meeting the farmer's gaze did for you. Abruptly energised, Sable fucks up into you even harder, forcing themselves impossibly deeper as their cum continues to flood your insides. They're moving too fast, too hard, for you to do anything more than simply spread your legs wider and take it, every drop of their potent seed.

And then, after what seems like hours, you feel something change. Sable is breathing hard now, each gust of breath loud in your ears. Somehow, you know that this is what you've all been waiting for.

You won't be able to walk after this.

Without warning, Sable shoves you down onto your front. You're lying face down on the padded bench, your ass up as the dam in Sable seemingly breaks. Their entire body is wracked with shudders as they cum inside you, their hips flush with your ass as endless ropes of seed fill you up.

For long moment, there's a hushed silence around the pen, broken only by your hungry little mooos as Sable empties themselves inside you.

Finally, Sable's hips still. Their cock is still twitching inside you, releasing dribbles of cum into your cunt rather than the torrent of earlier. Exhaustion makes your eyelids heavy, and you feel sleep beginning to tug at you.

There's nothing left for you to do now, is there? Surely there'd be no harm in dozing off? Just for a few minutes?

Your eyes drift shut. And just before sleep pulls you under, you could swear you hear the sound of applause.

I didn’t know how big my intoxication k!nk was until I’m (legally) drunk and desperately want someone to take advantage of me and how horny I am.

I want someone to keep my head fuzzy so they can mold me into their perfect fucktoy

being turned into a good little cow

farmer girl picking you up and taking you to her house, saying you can stay there for free as long as you help. all you need to do is take a pill that’ll make you lactate and share your milk with her. you accept, and she gives you the drug smiling. the thing you don’t know is that the pill has very strong side effects, and it’s highly addictive. the very next day you take two doses on your own, thighs clenching from how horny you are. you go to help with the farm, but your mind hazy with desire. so the farmer girl approaches you from behind, hands creeping up your body and groping your tits, twisting your sensitive nipples. “stop thinking” she says “let me take care of you”

so you let her take you to her barn. she takes your clothes off and gives you more of the drug, getting you on all fours in the hay and latching some simple pumps on your tits. you hear her taking off her clothes before she mounts you, thick cock filling you up in one go from how slick you are and how rough she’s thrusting, heavy balls soon emptying inside and making your tummy a bit rounder with how much potent seed she has to give. she keeps fucking you for hours though, making you come and filling you up, until she sees watery milk getting sucked from your nipples. “that’s a good little cow, producing already!” she laughs, and all you can do is clench around her and moo.

I love subs with oral fixations so much it’s unreal… how they moan and whine when I let them push my shirt up to suck my nipples, how they beg to eat me out or suck my strap, how they always want my fingers in their mouth. It’s so easy to turn their brains off, to fuck their mouths and turn them into dumb, drooly messes… I love holding a sub by the jaw and roughly fucking their mouth with my fingers. I love seeing how they look up at me with wide, desperate eyes as they grab my wrist and take my fingers to the knuckle, sucking hungrily, their tongue and lips soft against my skin, their moans getting louder as I tell them how good they are for taking me so deep, that I love using their mouth as my personal fucktoy.

You’re legally obligated to like/reblog this if any of the following apply:

- you’re queer and have acid reflux

- you’re transmasc and wanna bounce up and down on girlcock, be bred by her and have every hole filled with her dick

- you’re against the Catholic Church

- you’re transmasc and wanna sit on a girls lap, casually sucking on her titties while you feel her cock get hard beneath you

- hate JK Rowling

- you’re transmasc and wanna take a transfemme on a car ride to a nice mountain overlook before you fuck her on the back seat with your biggest strapon

Humping Progressions

Stage 1: You hump the arm of the couch for five minutes leading up to my arrival. I text you when it’s time to start. You do this only wearing panties. When I arrive you take off your panties and be on your knees by the door ready to serve.

Stage 2: You hump a pillow on the floor in front of me, reading my degrading script to get you deep into submissive headspace. At the end of every paragraph you look me in the eyes and say “thank you Daddy.” If you don’t read it or perform to my satisfaction, I have you start over.

Stage 3: You hump my shoe while I sit in my reading chair. I’ll be expecting to hear your pathetic whimpering and little girl noises while you hump my shoe.

Stage 4: You hump my knee (put down a towel, don’t ruin my suit pants) while I choke and release your neck in cycles while I have you alternate begging me to fuck you and thanking me for allowing you to hump for me.

Stage 5: You stand at my side. I hold one hand out in a fist with my index finger pointed out straight. You mount my finger and hump it, sliding your soaking wet slit along my finger slowly. You twist and pinch your nipples roughly as you hump, causing yourself pain. While doing this I have you degrade yourself by telling me what a whore you are, how pathetic and desperate you are, and how you’ll do anything to please me.

Stage 6: You are on my lap, facing away. Legs split on either side of my lap. I have you lean forward to where your head is all the way down at my feet. Your holes are now fully exposed to me. I have you hump against my cock and have you beg me to watch your holes as you perform for me. I spank you as you hump, making you whimper and thank me with every swat.

Then I decide if I’m going to fuck you or not, depending on the quality of your performance.

Friendly reminder that allowing underage littles/pets/daddies/mommies/etc your blog if you post NSFW or kink material can get you up to 10 years in prison and can get you on the sex offenders registry for the rest of your life.

It’s called “corruption of a minor” and “pandering obscenities to a minor” and it’s a third degree felony in the US.

by Redd-66

i can't listen to this bc it makes me uncomfy 🫠✨

i wanna be treated like a farm animal, grope and milk my tits without permission ^_^ have machinery that can force me into different positions, maybe one that forces my butt up into the air for easy access while my tits dangle helplessly or one that spreads my legs out, for my owner(s) to breed me like a little cow while i moan and whimper and whine helplessly like a pathetic dumbass bimbo cumslut hehehe!!!!!

(brain fucking ahead) (haha wait, that's kind of a pun huh? not a very good one but, well anyway) imagine laying your head down on someone's lap and they get a hard on. you can feel their bulge pressing against the side of your face, they shift uncomfortably so you try to sit up but they hold you in place. you realize they're actually grinding against the side of your head, and you wonder why they don't just ask to use your mouth. your question is answer when you feel their dick poke out of their underwear to prod directly against your ear. freaked out you try to sit up again and think you can before they slam you back down forcibly inserting their cock into your skull. stunned, its easy to keep fucking you like this. plunging in again and again that eventually they're deep enough that their tip just barely pokes out your other ear. when they cum some of it ends up sloshing around inside your well fucked brain but the last of it leaves their dick as its pushed all the way through, causing the cum to dribble out over your cheek and down onto your lips <3

Ooh, yes~

My head's right there, so I half-expected them to want my mouth anyway, but the ear is a new target for me. Of course, I'm not exactly sure about this, considering that the ear isn't designed to have things like the human dick inside, but my companion here clearly isn't giving me any choice in the matter. They don't even take their pants off all the way, desperate to get into such a tight hole, and it's easy for them to seal the deal by lodging their cock inside of my brain. I don't really have the ability to resist if my gray matter is being rearranged, after all.

It's a simple matter to use my head like a fleshlight. The act itself makes me stupider and stupider by the second as my brain learns to mold around the forceful intrusion, and I lose all will and ability to resist when the opposite ear canal is spread open and the head of their cock pokes out of the other side. With cock taking up all of the space in my skull, literally and figuratively, all I can do is moan in pleasure and reach down to masturbate as it forcefully severs all of the neural connections that once made me a self-aware and thinking human being. It's just so easy to fuck all sense out of someone whose brain is right at your fingertips.

I cum over and over again around the cock inside of me, but my cunt remains empty. It's all the work of the person fucking my pleasure center directly - or maybe not. They don't even know what part of the brain they're currently turning into mush, and it doesn't matter because it feels so good for them. Plus, it looks like it might have the bonus effect of turning me into a permanent, cock-obsessed toy without even the ability to think of anything except getting more and more dick into my skull. Perfect. Maybe they can rent me out to their friends who want a mindless fuck in the most literal sense.

It doesn't take them too long after that to cum, riding out their orgasm with quick thrusts right into my brain matter. Seed floods the crevices and holes inside, dousing what little humanity remains in hot cum, and I reach another explosive climax as excess fluid fills my cranial cavity. As my companion slows down, they slide my head up and down the length of their shaft to bring themselves back to earth, allowing their slick cock to again spear all the way through into my other ear canal. The last few spurts of their orgasm slide down my cheek and towards my lips, and I immediately lick it off, grateful for the opportunity to swallow cum.

I'm perfectly happy to remain right there, but my companion pulls out, much to my disappointment. Luckily for me, they have plenty of plans to keep me satisfied.

Crab

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