A kinky short story by [Hardee Har har]

"Treat me like a doll"

His hands are callused. Even his finger tips. I'd asked him once before how that had happened, but he'd just smiled. “Guitar and hard living,” he'd said, as though the two were inseparable. In the early days for us, they usually weren't. We'd drink, he'd tell a joke. We'd melt into each other by the fire. Then he'd play.

But that was well over a year ago. His fingers no longer plucked, though they did play.

The metal table makes my skin break into goosebumps. I keep my back arched, but every other moment it kisses the metal. Then I shiver again, and Sir just smiles. Even with his back turned, eyes glancing over a rack of toys, I know. He stops near the end of the rack, and reaches. I close my eyes and inhale deep as my breasts meet my chin.

By the sound alone, I know which toy it is. A loud, steady whirring which could only mean the Hitachi. I hear Sir's boots turn on their heels as my cunt grows warm with anticipation.

He doesn't say a word as he brings the toy between my thighs. The soft heads throbs against my clit, and I gasp. My eyes jerk open as I quiver and shake, my restraints tapping out a steady rhythm against the table. I try to meet Sir's eyes, but my eyes roll as I buck into the toy.

Yet still he smiles. The toy falls silent, pulled from me in an instant. My ass falls against the table as he bends forward. His hand meets my brow, and he pulls it back. He strokes my hair, and smiles.

“How's my sweet doll today? Feeling good?”

My tongue lolls in my mouth, words beyond it. The small of my back twitches, and Sir leans even closer. His lips meet my head as the Hitachi hums to life against my cunt. M spine spasms as he rises, watching the toy. Watching me.

“You're such a good girl,” he says as he cups his cock. He gives the growing tent a squeeze, eyes flicking between the Hitachi and my face. I bite my lip and try to contain the welling moan in my throat, but my mouth opens wide as I cry out. With a flick of his wrist the Hitachi hums louder still, my body convulsing beneath it's touch.

“That's it. Don't be afraid dear,” says Sir. “I just want to play. Let it all go,”

So I do. With a shudder and a grit of my jaw, my cunt floods the table. It coats it, spreading past the edges as it drips to the floor. Laughter fills the room as Sir throws back his head. I try to smile, eyes twitching as I look up at him. With a bulb behind his head, his feature's are bathed in a halo's light.

High cheeks. A scruff of a beard. Green eyes, edged with slight wrinkles. The grey at his temples makes him look handsome rather than aged. I'd joked with him before that he was “vintage”, but the truth was, he was beautiful.

He looked down at me, grin wide as he turned back to the toy rack. He laid the Hitachi down, and finger extended, glanced at it's peers. He dismissed them all with a wave, and put his hands at his belt buckle.

“What are you, dear?” he says. The belt comes loose, and he tosses it in a corner.

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The Pet - [Hardee Har har]

Cynthia waited by the window, her gaze never leaving the street. She sat on the couch, as she had for several hours, waiting for the midnight sheen of his car to pull up. She checked the phone he bought for her-still no messages. It was 4:59 Pm. Almost five. He'd be home any moment now, but those seconds stretched into the longest of hours.

Her thoughts wandered, as they often did, to his commitment. To loyalty. Cynthia had certainly been loyal. She'd fallen for Jericho a month after meeting him. He was a warm, happy man that seemed almost like a caricature of what they showed “real men” were on TV. He was a contrast to her in almost every way-Tall, almost so skinny that the autumn winds would blow him away. Cynthia most certainly had hips and a bust, but they felt too close on her small frame.. She had to look up just to speak to him. She felt so lacking compared to Jericho, so unfulfilled.

That's why she had agreed, with a blush in her cheeks, when Jericho told her what he was like behind closed doors.

She checked her phone again. 5 PM. Her heart lept, and she jumped off the couch. She ran to the kitchen, reaching for a black dog collar that lay there. She quickly tore off her top, freeing her G cups as her legs wrestled to get out of her pants. Her panties were an after thought as she ran to the door, snapping the collar around her neck. She sat on her knees again, ignoring their ache as she stood staring at the door handle.


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"The Farm" - [Hardee Har har]

Themes: fem dom, lactation, monster girl, size difference

Percy sighed with relief as he saw a fence. He picked up his feet, praying to whatever gods were listening there was more to the place than just a fence. He gasped when he saw a barn, and a small cabin that chugged smoke from the chimeny.

Praise the high kingdom, people! And maybe they were nice!

Percy reached the fence, and almost tore it off the hinges before he caught himself. This wasn’t his house-these people, if they were around, might not take too kindly to travelers. Much less young men.



Percy gulped as he thought about the last farm he stopped at, over a hundred miles away. The farmer and his three daughters had been half-orcs, hideously misshapen and cruel. The girls had tried to assault him, all under the eyes of their old man. He had barely escaped in one piece, and had scraped by with his virtue in tact. His thoughts trailed a moment towards the girls, their laughs as they tore his clothes from him…

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by [Deleted user]

 
This is a fanstasy of mine... there are no real events or people in here

I walk into the club with trepidation... I hate these events, large groups of people scare me but my friends had twisted my arm and persuaded me to come to the leaving do of a friend who was moving to America. I walk in and look around, when I realise they aren’t here yet I ask the bartender to tell them where I am sitting when they arrive and head over to a set of sofa’s in the corner where I can watch most of the club without it being obvious I am alone. I sit sipping my drink as I wait for the girls to arrive... getting tenser and tenser as I realise they are running half an hour late by this point. Then I receive a text from one of the girls... they have had a “crisis” and the night out had been cancelled. My shoulder drop, I had wound myself up for a night out only to find there was no point.

I start to get up to head towards the exit as a guy walks over to me. “Hey, I hope you’re not leaving?” he asks, “Yes of course I am... my friends have cancelled our evening out so I’m going home” I sound abrupt but then I am rather tense.

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