ThroatSlut4HungStuds
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As the headline reads I'm a shameless size queen and cock worshiping whore, looking to craft a scene with an equally descriptive and articulate partner.
The backstory and specifics of the how and why are not particularly important to me, and I'm highly flexible with potential partners. What I'm very intent on is the physical acts and dynamics involved in this scene and between our characters.
By day I'm a professional, intelligent, articulate and well mannered woman. A petite and slender runner with an athletic build, I'm a bit plain but otherwise pleasant looking and unassuming girl.
Generally respected and estimated to be quite vanilla in most regards, I secretly harbor an intense oral fixation and yearning for a level of degradation, humiliation, and abuse that would shock and dissuade all but the most hyper dominant and sadistic men.
In this scenario I'd be submitting myself to a man who is in all respects my superior. He'd be wealthy, intelligent, articulate, clever, athletic, and blessed with a phallus that most women simply cannot accommodate due to it's length and girth.
Whatever the underlying reason for my submission, his control would be absolute. I would quickly be stripped of my clothing and personhood, leashed, collared, and ordered onto all fours for the remainder of our time together.
As a pleasure pet I'd wear a jangly, bone shaped name tag with something obscene inscribed such as "Gutter-Skank" or "Stupid Whore". Id be conditioned to respond to single word commands and gestures like a true pet. The derision of my intelligence and the physical and verbal degradation and humiliation would be a constant through this hours long marathon.
This would be a slow and methodical session. I'd have prepared days before, fasting for no less than 36 hours and restricting myself to a diet of only water and white Gatorade. My digestive tract would be cleaned and emptied from end to end, and I'd be so intentionally well hydrated that a massive dog bowl will be necessary to catch and collect the obscene amount of cloudy, viscous, mucous laced expulsions that will erupt as a result of the rough and extensive throat sex.
This would be a slow burn play, however. Id require a man with even more impressive sexual stamina than myself to take his time overwhelming and utterly conquering my holes and psyche. Ideally he'd arrive fresh from a hard workout, his heavy shaft and massive scrotum damp with sweat and shrouded in a scent of thick masculine musk.
He'd recline in a large vinyl sofa and start by having me sniff his manhood through his gym shorts, then lap at his crotch and the impressive mound of his flaccid bulge until he's fully erect and can feel the saliva seething through the fabric against his meat.
From there he'd place a large piece of tape over my mouth as he disrobes and gets my face acquainted with his groin, where It'll be spending most of its time while in his presence. There would be nearly a half hour of me inspecting his whore conquering mast and scrotum with my nostrils as he guides my face with his grip on my braided ponytail and his precise commands.
I'd be snuffling and snorting deep, chest filling breaths as my nose scrapes along the circumference of his shaft and buries into the folded, wrinkled skin of his damp sack. I'd be dizzied from the unnatural breathing and the flood of masculine scent saturating my sinuses.
From there I'd climb onto the sofa and dangle my head at his command, as he straddles my face and roughly drags his scrotum from my forehead to my chin. I'd get my first taste of breath play here as he parks his massive testicles over my nostrils and uses a firm grip on the base of my skull to nestle my face into his pelvis so hard that his balls settle over the sockets of my eyes and his scrotal skin clogs my nostrils. Small displays like this would non-verbally communicate that I won't be breathing without his permission from here on out.
This would all just be foreplay, followed by a deep and thorough tongue bath of his sack, perineum and groin, and eventually graduating to his pole which Id lap clean with hundreds of flat, wide tongue strokes from every angle.
What would then ensue would be a multi-hour, gullet reaming, stomach emptying, ultra degrading marathon of hole destruction.
There are far too many details to include in this prompt, but there would be ample time spent on just shallow mouth fucking and painting my face with my own saliva as he slides his slick pole across my features roughly. We'd then move on to abusing and eventually popping the throat barrier, working the resistant and trembling sphincter guarding my throat canal open and stretching to to accommodate the enormous length of cock that intends to sheath itself in my esophagus.
Eventually we'd work up to deep, lips to root throat fucking from every variety of angle and position, the suctioned plunging of his manhood wrapped in the seal of my mucous membrane tugging at my lungs and stomach each time he withdraws, dredging up a steady river of bubbly mess that splatters into the massive metal dog bowl below us.
My partner should be absolutely obsessed with creating the biggest mess possible, making my face look like a disaster area and masked in a glaze of slobber, snot, and watery bile. There should be a promise and warning that the throat stuffing, gullet busting skull fuck will not conclude until every last ounce of mess has been extracted from my throat, stomach, and sinuses. Ill be constantly coaxed to retch, cough, sputter and blow hard from my nostrils to surrender a fresh offering of mess down the towering pole invading my face.
Suffocating on relentless cock for hours on end, my only reprieve should be to beg to have my asshole subjected to an equally punishing assault. Ideally I'd have to convince my partner through intense self humiliation and shameless pleading before being ordered onto all fours, strangled by my lead and choker collar expertly as I lap at the soupy lake of whore slobber pooled in my metal dog bowl, all the while having my anus stretched hard and insides rearranged by the monster cock still sopped in the mucous lining of my throat walls.
This is just a very small preview, and I require a highly creative and inventive partner for this scene. I have ideas and designs for all manner of degrading and humiliating obedience games and predicaments. I also need a parter who is VERY verbal and attuned to what variety of humiliation and degradation provoke the most genuine shame and resentment from me. Experts in gaslighting and sadistic teasing are the very best.You should want me to hate, fear, respect, and lust you in equal measure.
If this preview and very rough, shallow outline sound appealing to you, please say hello and let me know why you'd be a good candidate and what what aspects of this prompt you enjoy most.
The backstory and specifics of the how and why are not particularly important to me, and I'm highly flexible with potential partners. What I'm very intent on is the physical acts and dynamics involved in this scene and between our characters.
By day I'm a professional, intelligent, articulate and well mannered woman. A petite and slender runner with an athletic build, I'm a bit plain but otherwise pleasant looking and unassuming girl.
Generally respected and estimated to be quite vanilla in most regards, I secretly harbor an intense oral fixation and yearning for a level of degradation, humiliation, and abuse that would shock and dissuade all but the most hyper dominant and sadistic men.
In this scenario I'd be submitting myself to a man who is in all respects my superior. He'd be wealthy, intelligent, articulate, clever, athletic, and blessed with a phallus that most women simply cannot accommodate due to it's length and girth.
Whatever the underlying reason for my submission, his control would be absolute. I would quickly be stripped of my clothing and personhood, leashed, collared, and ordered onto all fours for the remainder of our time together.
As a pleasure pet I'd wear a jangly, bone shaped name tag with something obscene inscribed such as "Gutter-Skank" or "Stupid Whore". Id be conditioned to respond to single word commands and gestures like a true pet. The derision of my intelligence and the physical and verbal degradation and humiliation would be a constant through this hours long marathon.
This would be a slow and methodical session. I'd have prepared days before, fasting for no less than 36 hours and restricting myself to a diet of only water and white Gatorade. My digestive tract would be cleaned and emptied from end to end, and I'd be so intentionally well hydrated that a massive dog bowl will be necessary to catch and collect the obscene amount of cloudy, viscous, mucous laced expulsions that will erupt as a result of the rough and extensive throat sex.
This would be a slow burn play, however. Id require a man with even more impressive sexual stamina than myself to take his time overwhelming and utterly conquering my holes and psyche. Ideally he'd arrive fresh from a hard workout, his heavy shaft and massive scrotum damp with sweat and shrouded in a scent of thick masculine musk.
He'd recline in a large vinyl sofa and start by having me sniff his manhood through his gym shorts, then lap at his crotch and the impressive mound of his flaccid bulge until he's fully erect and can feel the saliva seething through the fabric against his meat.
From there he'd place a large piece of tape over my mouth as he disrobes and gets my face acquainted with his groin, where It'll be spending most of its time while in his presence. There would be nearly a half hour of me inspecting his whore conquering mast and scrotum with my nostrils as he guides my face with his grip on my braided ponytail and his precise commands.
I'd be snuffling and snorting deep, chest filling breaths as my nose scrapes along the circumference of his shaft and buries into the folded, wrinkled skin of his damp sack. I'd be dizzied from the unnatural breathing and the flood of masculine scent saturating my sinuses.
From there I'd climb onto the sofa and dangle my head at his command, as he straddles my face and roughly drags his scrotum from my forehead to my chin. I'd get my first taste of breath play here as he parks his massive testicles over my nostrils and uses a firm grip on the base of my skull to nestle my face into his pelvis so hard that his balls settle over the sockets of my eyes and his scrotal skin clogs my nostrils. Small displays like this would non-verbally communicate that I won't be breathing without his permission from here on out.
This would all just be foreplay, followed by a deep and thorough tongue bath of his sack, perineum and groin, and eventually graduating to his pole which Id lap clean with hundreds of flat, wide tongue strokes from every angle.
What would then ensue would be a multi-hour, gullet reaming, stomach emptying, ultra degrading marathon of hole destruction.
There are far too many details to include in this prompt, but there would be ample time spent on just shallow mouth fucking and painting my face with my own saliva as he slides his slick pole across my features roughly. We'd then move on to abusing and eventually popping the throat barrier, working the resistant and trembling sphincter guarding my throat canal open and stretching to to accommodate the enormous length of cock that intends to sheath itself in my esophagus.
Eventually we'd work up to deep, lips to root throat fucking from every variety of angle and position, the suctioned plunging of his manhood wrapped in the seal of my mucous membrane tugging at my lungs and stomach each time he withdraws, dredging up a steady river of bubbly mess that splatters into the massive metal dog bowl below us.
My partner should be absolutely obsessed with creating the biggest mess possible, making my face look like a disaster area and masked in a glaze of slobber, snot, and watery bile. There should be a promise and warning that the throat stuffing, gullet busting skull fuck will not conclude until every last ounce of mess has been extracted from my throat, stomach, and sinuses. Ill be constantly coaxed to retch, cough, sputter and blow hard from my nostrils to surrender a fresh offering of mess down the towering pole invading my face.
Suffocating on relentless cock for hours on end, my only reprieve should be to beg to have my asshole subjected to an equally punishing assault. Ideally I'd have to convince my partner through intense self humiliation and shameless pleading before being ordered onto all fours, strangled by my lead and choker collar expertly as I lap at the soupy lake of whore slobber pooled in my metal dog bowl, all the while having my anus stretched hard and insides rearranged by the monster cock still sopped in the mucous lining of my throat walls.
This is just a very small preview, and I require a highly creative and inventive partner for this scene. I have ideas and designs for all manner of degrading and humiliating obedience games and predicaments. I also need a parter who is VERY verbal and attuned to what variety of humiliation and degradation provoke the most genuine shame and resentment from me. Experts in gaslighting and sadistic teasing are the very best.You should want me to hate, fear, respect, and lust you in equal measure.
If this preview and very rough, shallow outline sound appealing to you, please say hello and let me know why you'd be a good candidate and what what aspects of this prompt you enjoy most.
