IsabellaRose

Evelyn bit her lip to suppress a cry of pain and pleasure as the woman pinched and tugged at her nipple, the slap to her breast sending a wave of sensation through her body, making it bounce and jiggle. "Yes, Mistress," she panted, her body already aching with need. As she was dragged by her nipples to the bench, she complied, displaying herself, her legs spreading wide, her body on full display. "Please," she begged, her voice breathy and desperate. "Your cock is the best thing I've ever seen. I need it. I need you to fuck me with it." Her body trembled with anticipation, her pussy wet and ready, her breasts heaving with each desperate breath.

Guilty. High school. Everyone said it was gross lol The next person considers themselves religious or spiritual.

Invite her under the covers for a good snuggle.

Evelyn gasped, her back arching as the woman grabbed her breasts by the nipples, pain and pleasure mixing in a way that left her breathless. "I'm sorry," she panted, trying to comply and lie back on the bench, but the firm tug on her nipples made it difficult to move. "I'll do better," she promised, her voice a mix of fear and arousal.

Evelyn's body trembled with anticipation as she was led by the fingers hooked inside her, her breath hitching with each step. As the woman stripped, revealing her large, perky breasts, Evelyn's eyes widened in awe and desire. She's so hot, Evelyn thought, embarrassed to be thinking that of another woman, but at the sight of her thick, girldick, she thought, I can't wait to feel that cock inside me, then, realizing what she thought, wondered, did I really just think that? What's come over me?

Evelyn gasped as the woman pinched her nipples, the sensation sharp and intense, sending a jolt of pleasure and pain through her body, and then the woman's other hand plunged into her pussy. She bit her lip, trying to suppress a moan, her body already responding to the woman's touch. Her eyes widened in surprise and she felt herself clench involuntarily around those intruding fingers, her body trembling.

"I've never had... that is to say... no one has ever..." Evelyn trailed off, uncomfortable with the words she needed to say to answer fully. Her voice was barely above a whisper". But I... I gave my husband road head on the way here." She felt a flush creep up her cheeks, embarrassed by her admission, but also aroused by the memory. Evelyn hesitated for a moment when she was told to disrobe. Her hands trembling as she reached for her dress. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come, and kicked her shoes off, then slowly slid the dress down her body. Her panties followed, leaving her completely exposed, on full display for the woman to see. Her body was a vision of beauty, with ample breasts that were full and perky. Her waist was slim, her hips flaring out slightly, giving her an hourglass figure that was accentuated by her round, firm ass. Her pussy was tiny and virginal-looking, shaved clean. She stood there, naked and vulnerable, her embarrassment palpable. I hope I can please her, Evelyn thought, and with that, she left her clothes in a heap on the floor, and followed the woman into the dimly lit room, her mind a whirl of nervous energy and desire.

Evelyn's eyes widened in surprise as she felt the hard length pressing against her hand, a thick cock growing steadily beneath the woman's suit trousers. She looked up at the woman, shock and arousal evident in her eyes. A woman with a cock, she thought, her mind racing. I've never seen anything like it. But at least I know how to please a cock. I was so worried about pleasing a woman, but this... this I can handle. The woman's hand on her ass was firm and possessive, and her ass was still warm from the spank she had received. She could feel the eyes of the other couples on her as they walked toward the servants stairs leading down. Her embarrassment was palpable, her face a deep shade of red, but she also felt a thrill of excitement. Why are we going downstairs? Evelyn wondered, her trepidation growing as they descended the servant stairs. I was expecting a room, a bed. Not... whatever is down there. Evelyn couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. What does she have planned for me down there? And why does she keep calling me names, like 'Jugs' and 'Miss Toy'? It's humiliating... Her breasts bounced with each step down, the movement drawing her attention to her exposed state. She could feel the woman's eyes on her, taking in the sight of her body, and she shivered despite the warmth of the room. Anyone could see me like this, she thought, her embarrassment growing. Anyone could see my breasts. Evelyn's hand on the woman's thigh, or rather, on her cock, was a constant reminder of what was to come. She could feel the woman's desire, the thickness of her cock, and she knew that whatever she was in for was like nothing she'd ever experienced before. I can do this, she thought, I have to do this. My husband will... I don't even know what he'll do if I don't please her. I can take whatever she wants to give me. I'm sure of it. And with that, she followed the woman down into the basement, her body alive with anticipation, her mind a whirl of nervous energy and trepidation.

Evelyn's face flushed a deep crimson as the woman's hand gripped her ass, possessive and firm. She could feel her eyes rake over her body, taking in the view down her dress, and she shivered despite the warmth of the room. The woman's touch was electric, sending a jolt of desire and nervousness through her body. She was acutely aware of the others in the room, their eyes on her, watching the exchange with a mix of curiosity and arousal. Oh god, she's going to make me do it right here, Evelyn thought, her heart pounding in her chest. In front of everyone. I'm so embarrassed, but also... she was surprised to realize that the other feeling welling inside of her was arousal. She could feel the woman's breath on her ear, hot and inviting, as she led her towards the door, a tight handful of her ass keeping her close. I've never done this before, never been so exposed. But I have to please her or my husband will.... She let her husband drop from her thoughts. He didn't matter right now. She wanted to see where this would take her. Evelyn hesitated for a moment, her hands trembling as she reached for the straps of her dress. She could feel the eyes of the other couples on her, their gazes a physical force that sent a shiver down her spine. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come, and slowly began to pull the straps down, exposing her shoulders, her collarbone, and finally, her breasts. Her breasts were full and perky, with rosy nipples that hardened in the cool air of the room. They bounced slightly as she lowered the dress, the movement drawing the eyes of every person in the room. Evelyn's face was a deep shade of red, her embarrassment palpable, but she could also feel a thrill of excitement. She had never been exposed like this is front of so many people. She left the dress down, pinning he arms to her sides, her breasts fully exposed, and she stood there, trembling, her eyes downcast, waiting for whatever came next.

Guilty to both - when I was a kid I as told that gum would stay in my stomach for 7 years, so I got scared it would back up. AND I kissed a few strangers in some strange settings. The next person has been kissed by a stranger.

Oh God, no. Not guilty. I despise the phone. Text is where it's at. Short, sweet, to the point, waste no time. I had a temp job in a call center and have hated answering phones ever since. The next person is extra nice to call center folks even when they're angry because they know.

Evelyn's heart pounded in her chest as she watched the woman draw her key from the bowl. The room seemed to spin, and her breath hitched in her throat as the reality of the situation set in. She was to spend the night with this stranger, a woman in a purple blouse and hat with eyes that held a kind of power she had only ever seen from in her husbands' eyes. Evelyn felt a flush creep up her cheeks, a blush that spread across her chest, betraying her nervousness. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come, and walked toward her. Her steps were measured. She made sure to sway her hips to draw the eyes of anyone in the room who appreciated the female figure, the result of years of practice and an innate sense of her own allure. She kept her eyes downcast, a submissive gesture that always pleased her husband and seemed to please the woman holding her key. As Evelyn drew near, she could feel the woman's gaze rake over her body, taking in every curve, every line, and she shivered despite the warmth of the room. Here goes nothing, Evelyn thought, her mind a whirl of nervous energy and anticipation. She offered her hand to the woman. It trembled slightly as she extended it, her nerves on edge, her body alive with a mix of fear and excitement. Her gaze flicked up to meet the woman's eyes before darting back to the ground. Her uncertainty and nervousness were palpable.

The sun beat down mercilessly on the quiet, suburban neighborhood, but for 18-year-old Blair, it was pure bliss. She lay by her pool, her lounge chair tilted back just enough to catch the sun's rays, and her body glistening with sunscreen. She was a vision of youthful beauty, with her golden blonde hair cascading down her back, her blue eyes sparkling, and her tanned, toned body on full display. She knew the power she held over men, the allure of her youth and beauty, and she wasn't afraid to use it. Blair was well aware of the neighborhood guys, old and young alike, their eyes on her as they pretended to mow lawns or wash cars. She could feel their gazes, hot and heavy, and she reveled in it. Today, she had decided to give them a show, to let them see what they were missing. She flattened out the chair and lay on her stomach, her ass cheeks firm and round, her back arched slightly to accentuate her curves. She knew they were watching. She could see Old Man Thompson perving on her as he ran a hedge trimmer in the general direction of the bushes separating his yard from hers. Jake was inexplicably washing his car around the side of his garage where he could see and be seen. The mailman had paused between every house along the street behind hers, peering trough backyards and directly at her. She knew they wanted her, but she wanted more. She wanted one of them to act on their desires, to come over and take her, to fuck her hard and fast. Come on, boys, she thought, a wicked smile playing on her lips. I know you want to. I can feel your eyes on me. She shifted slightly, her hips lifting off the chair, giving them a better view of her perfectly round ass, and a peek at her most intimate areas. Just come over here and fuck me already, she thought. God, I want it so bad. I need it. Her body ached with anticipation, her nipples hard and sensitive, her pussy wet and ready. She imagined strong hands gripping her hips, a thick cock slamming into her, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the quiet neighborhood. Please, she begged silently, her eyes scanning the houses, hoping to see one of them making a move. Just come over here and give it to me. I won't say no. I won't hold back. I want it rough, I want it hard, I want it now. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps as she imagined the scenario playing out. She was ready, more than willing, and she hoped that one of her neighbors would be brave enough to take what she was offering.

decadently chocolatey

Not guilty... but when I was a teenager I wanted a pet monkey which my father told me was illegal. I never checked, but I guess that makes me... previously guilty? The next person is avoiding a task they should be taking care of...

Not guilty. I quit drinking soft drinks years ago. I have a whole snake oil rant about soda and soft drinks in general that I won't launch into now, but the only non-alcoholic things I drink now are water, unsweetened iced tea, and black coffee. The next person owns more of something than any one person ought to own.

Not guilty. The next person has a favorite flavor of ice cream.

Eden's Retreat was an exclusive resort, a playground for the rich and kinky, nestled in a secluded valley, far from prying eyes. The air was thick with anticipation as Evelyn stood nervously by the grand fireplace, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. Her husband, a man she barely knew thanks to their arranged marriage, had commanded her to attend this key party with him, assuring her that it would be an experience they both would enjoy. She wasn't so sure. Evelyn's hands trembled slightly as she smoothed out the fabric of her silky, deep red dress, a color chosen by her husband to accentuate her fair skin and blonde hair. She felt like a lamb being led to slaughter. Her nerves were on edge, her mind a whirl of anxiety and excitement. She watched as the men mingled, their eyes gleaming with a mix of power and lust. They were the hunters, and their submissive spouses were the prey. The bowl sat on a pedestal in the center of the room, a shiny, silver monstrosity that seemed to taunt Evelyn. She watched as keys were dropped in, the clink of metal on metal echoing through the room like a death knell. One by one, the men dropped their keys. Evelyn's husband had been clear: she was to do whatever the man who drew her key wanted, no questions asked. She felt a shiver run down her spine, a mix of fear and arousal that left her breathless with anticipation. What have I gotten myself into? she thought, her eyes fixed on the bowl. I can't believe I let him talk me into this. I'm just a... a... toy to be passed around, shared with his friends. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. Look for the silver lining, she reminded herself. Maybe this will be exciting. Maybe I'll discover something new about myself. She hoped that the man who drew her key would be kind and gentle, but knowing her luck, he would be a brutal, demanding lover who would leave her sore and spent, like her husband did. The drawing began, and Evelyn's heart leapt into her throat as she watched the first few keys being drawn, each one a potential lover for the night. She felt a pang of jealousy as she saw the wives being led away, their eyes shining with the same mixture of fear and excitement that she felt. Her husband drew a key and led a tiny Asian woman away without even a glance back at Evelyn. When will it be my turn? she wondered, her body tense with anticipation. Who will I be with tonight? The room seemed to spin around her, the faces of the men blurring into a kaleidoscope of desire and dominance. She was about to find out who her master for the night would be...

Unbelievably gorgeous

on purpose

game on!

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.

As Drusilla watched with a wicked grin, her fingers slipping into her own wetness, the zombies surrounded the stone table, their hungry eyes fixed on their prey. They moved with a sense of hunger and purpose. The stench of decay and something sweeter, more pungent, filled the air as they leaned over him, their mouths watering. One zombie, her face a mask of rotting flesh with hollow eye sockets and a nearly full head of matted, blonde hair, leaned down and took him into her mouth. Her lips, though cracked, were still capable of forming a tight seal around him. Her tongue, black and swollen, flicked out, tasting and exploring with a fervor that was almost violent. Her yellow, chipped teeth occasionally scraped against his skin, drawing out a mix of pain and arousal. She sucked and licked like she would pull sustenance from his cock, head bobbing fervently, a flap of skin flapping obscenely every time she moved up or down. Another zombie, her body more intact but with holes through flesh and muscle that revealed bone below, joined in. She licked up his shaft with a tongue that protruded too far, as if it had been detached at the base, and then licked up over his waist, across his stomach, onto his pecs, teasing a nipple between blackened, rotted teeth. The blonde zombie continued sucking his cock and took him even deeper, her throat working as she swallowed him down. The wet sounds of her mouth grew louder, more obscene, as she sucked and licked, her head moving in a frenzied rhythm, the flap of skin slapping audibly against her own face. A third zombie climbed up onto the table and moved to straddle him. The blonde zombie pulled up off of his cock and moved to his face, her cracked lips pressing against his. She leaned in, her mouth finding his in a kiss that was both hungry and grotesque. Her tongue invaded his mouth, tasting and exploring, her breath hot and putrid against his face. The zombie straddling him lowered herself onto him, her decaying pussy pressing against his cock. She ground against him, her movements jerky and unnatural, but filled with a hungry intent. She leaned forward, her hands gripping his chest, nails digging into his flesh as she rode him, her movements growing more frenzied, more desperate. The second zombie, moved away from his nipple and back downward. She leaned down, her tongue flicking out to lick and suck at his balls beneath the zombie insatiably riding him. Her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue working in a frenzied rhythm as she took first one, and then the other into her mouth, sucking and licking with a hunger that was almost feral. The combined efforts of the three zombies were a symphony of wet, sucking, slurping sounds, their mouths and tongues working in a frenzy of unnatural hunger. Their bodies pressed against him, their cold, decaying flesh a stark contrast to the heat building within him. Drusilla let out a moan, her fingers moving faster as she watched the horrifying, arousing scene unfold. She continued touching herself as she watched the zombies continue their hungry feast, their movements growing more wild and desperate.

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.

40 ended. I have to come up with something for 41... hmm...