Public Cumdump (Gangbang, creampie)

[Senshi]

She is led to an open area, blindfolded by the last guy who used her. The man guides her onto an old mattress and pulls her arms above her head, cuffing them to a fence. Her slim body is positioned in the middle as her legs are spread and bent at the knees over a pole to keep them open.

Her smooth pussy is fully exposed to any and all who walk by, already leaking loads of cum from being used. She feels a marker glide across her skin before being left on her stomach. Left to be used non stop.

[Gangsta Moll Deactivated]

I didn't know this would happen.

That's a lie.

I knew full well, went there knowing: wanted it, needed it - the erotic thrill, the real fear, the uncertainty - I knew what went on here.

I tell myself I didn't: didn't think it would go this far, didn't think they would use me do hard, fill me so full of creamy cum.

I didn't think they would leave me like this: helpless, exposed - pornographic, a whore, a slut to be used.

When they have finished with me they will let me go: I know that too.

And I know I will come back...

[NixNox]

I saw her there, bound, open, ready to be used by anyone who felt like it. Did I feel like it? Could I really do this? I mean, she's a human being, right?

Although... she does look to be in there of her own accord, and it has been quite a while since I... Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to do this.

I approach her, silencing the doubts running through my mind. I open up my pants to reveal my throbbing erection, but she's too zoned out to notice. I place my hands firmly on her hips, an action which causes her to perk up and stare at me, wide-eyed. Her mouth is gagged but the desire in her eyes is all the signal I need. I thrust deep into her soaking snatch and she throws her head back, moaning loudly. I continue slamming into her, using her to vent my pent-up frustrations. I feel myself getting close and increase my pace, thrusting with all my might.

I came harder than I ever had before, filling her up with my cum. After a brief time basking in the afterglow of that powerful orgasm, I redress myself, thank her, and carry on with my day, wondering if she'll still be there when I come this way again tomorrow.

[IsabellaRose]

I can still feel the warmth of his cum dripping out of me, a reminder of the raw, animalistic encounter I just had. My body is alive with a mix of embarrassment and desire, a cocktail that leaves me feeling both vulnerable and incredibly aroused. I wish I could reach down and touch myself, ease the ache that's building up inside me. My fingers twitch with the need to explore my swollen folds, to tease my clit and bring myself to the edge. But I'm trapped here, spread open and exposed, my arms pulled taut above me, my legs splayed wide for anyone to see and use.

The thought of it—of being so openly available, so wantonly needy—should embarrass me, and it does, but it also fuels the fire burning within. I can feel the cool air on my exposed pussy, the remnants of his release mixing with my own wetness, creating a sticky, messy evidence of our encounter. I'm a mess, a dirty, used mess, and I love it. My body craves more, hungers for the next man to come along and take what he wants. I'm a slut, a whore, and I embrace it. The uncertainty of who will be next, the unknown of what they'll do to me, it all adds to the erotic thrill.

I can already feel the anticipation building, the eager need for more cock, more filling, more use. My pussy clenches at the thought, begging for attention, for release. But I have to wait, have to endure this delicious torture until the next man decides to take advantage of my exposed, willing body. It's a game of sorts, a power dynamic that leaves me feeling both dominated and empowered. I am their plaything, their fuck toy, and I wouldn't have it any other way. So I wait, my body throbbing with need, my mind racing with dirty thoughts, ready for whatever comes next.

[WritesNaughtyStories]

He approached from behind initially torn between revulsion - whether at himself or her, he did not know - and raw, animal power. Her arms raised above her, her inner thighs glistening with need and use. He moved quietly, eyes devouring the lurid sight - her shapely ass, accentuated by her elongated pose: toes touching the floor just enough to take the weight off her wrists.

He grinned to himself and smacked her ass hard. Just once,. A sudden sharp snap and sting that fades into the maddening warmth.

Anal's not his usual thing, but in the sudden awareness that he is the one who is nameless and faceless - the sight of her, hands clamped above her head, graceful, feminine form stretched out used and marked, are already forever burned in his brain, Hers is a strange position of power in this. He unbuckles his belt, opens his trousers and lifts his cock free of his underwear.

He takes the last half step and presses the spongy head to the seam of her firm, shapely bottom and caresses its length. He says nothing and pushes firmly between her shoulder blades, coaxing her pretty rear end out slightly. Satisfied, he uses both hands to spread those luscious orbs to expose the pink rosette, He presses his cock head against the tight orifice without ceremony and pushes in with an audible grunt.

Her anus is impossibly tight and neither had prepared for this. Perhaps he could lift himself from anonymity. Perhaps not.

He jerked her backwards roughly, exhaling against her neck as he forced himself deeper. the sensation was magnificent, heightened by her being unable to see him, by the freedom to use her to serve himself, heedless of her pleasure. Her rested for a moment with his taut balls pressed to her slick, well used cuntlips. He memorized the sensation of her firm ass cheeks pressed against his hips, how her cum soaked lower lips felt against the prickly skin of his scrotum, the way she breathed and the scent of rut.

He began to piston in and out of her, greedily, rocking her back and forth, his thumbs pressed into the small of her back as he drove his hips. He let himself go, attacking her butt with a ravenous need, happy to concentrate on how good the smooth walls of her rubbery ass felt on his aching member. He continued to plow into her from behind until he felt the inevitable pressure build behind his balls. He let go and drove forward with abandon, skewering her with as much of his length as he could. Thick geysers of cum poured into the stranger's bowels as he grunted wordlessly. The waves of pleasure were intense and his hips bucked and jerked as the world collapsed to were her tight sphincter clasped his manhood. His back arched and he could again fell the slick contact of her wet labia on the sensitive flesh of his balsack.

When a degree of clarity returned, he pulled is cock out of her with a soft, moist slurpop. As unceremoniously as he'd entered her, he wiped his cum-slick prick on first one ass cheek, then the other and fixed his pants. He gave her bottom a playful pinch and left, without word but her bored eternally into his consciousness.

[IsabellaRose]

The sudden, sharp sting of his hand on my ass catches me off guard, a jolt of pain that quickly morphs into a warm, throbbing ache. I gasp as the vulnerability of my position hits me all over again. And then, without warning, I feel the pressure at my most intimate entrance, a place rarely explored, and it sends a shiver of anticipation and fear down my spine.

He pushes in, and I can't help but let out a loud moan, a mix of pain and pleasure that escapes my lips. My body clenches around him, trying to adjust to the intrusion, the unfamiliar sensation of being filled in this way. I can feel every inch of him, the heat of his skin, the hardness of his cock, as he moves deeper. My mind races, a whirlwind of thoughts and sensations. I'm a plaything, a toy for his pleasure, and the realization sends a rush of humiliation and desire coursing through my veins. I squeeze him, my muscles clenching and unclenching, trying to draw him deeper, to feel more of him. I'm desperate, needy, my body craving the friction, the fullness, the raw, primal connection.

His thrusts are relentless as he pushes closer to a place where my pain and his pleasure blur into one. I moan loudly, the sound echoing around us, a song of my surrender. I can feel his hands on me, guiding me, controlling me, and I love it. I love the way he uses me, the way he takes what he wants without hesitation. When he finishes, the warmth of his release fills me and I feel a strange mix of satisfaction and emptiness.

And then, the final humiliation, as he wipes his cock on my ass, marking me as a cum dumpster, a whore good only for one thing. I'm an object, a tool for his pleasure, for the pleasure of whoever happens by next, and the thought sends a shiver of delight through me. I'm a slut, a whore, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm left here, exposed, used, ready and hungry for more, my body throbbing with need. My mind races with imagined scenarios, wondering what comes next.