Ughh I Need Someone To Really Rub My Dysphoria In My Face. Jiggle My Tits And Push Them Together And

I love getting to the point when you're bent over being fucked and your no longer in control of the noises coming out of your mouth. when it's going so deep and hitting that spot over and over again, your eyes rolling all the way back as you let out strangled cry’s and whimpers. Begging over and over even though you have no idea what you’re begging for, it feels too good to want it to stop but oh god is it also too much.

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I love transboy pussy.

This inescapable, gaping, weeping hole tucked up and hidden between a boys thighs. And just above it a jutting throbbing clit, all puffed up and swollen from testosterone and too much attention. The way it twitches and flicks above that pulsing gash.

All I want is to tie up that clit for hours. Leashing it and pulling that up past his pants. Always controlling him, no matter where we are, by his stupid clit that jutts out pathetically between his legs, his pussy lips swollen and tingling.

I want him grinding against everything he sits down on, acutely aware of that gaping, messy cunt.

sending nudes? hot.

asking for consent before sending nudes? very hot.

asserting your personal boundaries by declining to send nudes? so fucking hot.

assuring someone that they should never feel pressured to send nudes if they're not entirely comfortable? hot hot HOT!

Fakeboy story time!

You and your male friend are hanging out in his basement, smoking, playing video games, talking about girls. Just doing stuff for the boys, like you always do. But today, you felt a little bit different, more comfortable around him. Safe. So you finally decided to come out and tell him that you're trans.

"Wait, so like... you want to be a girl? That's fuckin weird dude..." he responds. Not the response you were looking for.

"No I mean, I was born a girl! And then I transitioned, before I even met you..." you say back, struggling with the words, not thinking it would need this much explanation. You'd assumed he suspected you were trans, but apparently not. "I wear a binder to keep my chest down, and I usually wear boy clothes, so i guess it might not be as obvious as i thought..." you whisper back at him, a little sad at how this is going.

"Wait, so you have fucking tits?" He lunges forwards and touches your chest. You yelp and try to pull away from him, but his hand stays on you. "Oh yeah, fuck dude... I feel something here blocking them..." he reaches down and grabs your shirt, starting to pull it off.

"W-wait, what are you doing?!?" You shout as your shirt flies up over your head, revealing your binder.

"Relax dude..." he responds, looking at your chest inquisitively. "Two guys seeing each other's chests is normal. What the hell is this bra you're wearing, looks uncomfortable as hell." He grabs at it and literally tears it off your chest, as you feel the sting of it snapping against your breasts. Your tits spring out immediately, showing just how large your chest really is. "Fuck dude..." he whispers in amazement. "Why the hell were you hiding these away from me?" He reaches down and grabs one of your tits, squeezing it in his hand.

"S-stop dude, that's not funny!" You shout, grabbing his hand and trying to pull it away. But he doesn't budge an inch. You'd wrestled together before and knew he was stronger than you, but he must've been holding back before, because now, he felt stronger than ever. "Please... don't..." you try to stammer out, struggling not to moan as he squeezes here, brushing your nipples with his fingers.

"Can't believe you were hiding this from me all this time... I could've been having so much fun! You could've been my tomboy girlfriend..." he says shoving you down and getting on top of you, squeezing your tits harder and causing an involuntary moan to come out of you, getting a small smirk out of him.

"I'm not a girl though!" You shout back at him, trying to shove him off. But he just smiles back.

"If you're not a girl, then what are these?" He says, squeezing your tits harder. You moan, louder than before, impossible to ignore. "And what's this?" He says, tearing a hole in the front of your sweats, revealing your nicely shaved pussy. You stare down, fear beginning to build up in your body as you realize that he's not stopping.

"And if you're a 'real man' than why don't you have one of these?" He asks, pulling out his cock. It's massive, as big as the ones you see in porn all the time. His dick is throbbing, just inches from your face, a pearly drop of precum dripping down and resting on your chin.

"Please... don't do this..." you whimper out, struggling not to cry, but also not to moan just at the sight of his dick.

"Don't worry..." he leans down, whispering into your ear. "You're going to love it." And with that, he shoves his dick straight into your pussy, no lube, no preparation. Surprisingly, it doesn't hurt at all, probably because you're already soaked just from thinking about what he's doing to you. You cry out, half a scream for help, half a moan as he thrusts in and out of you, making you feel things you never have when you've masturbated.

"Fuck, you weren't lying last month when you said you were a virgin, you feel so fucking good around my cock, slut..." he grunts out, thrusting into you furiously, without any care for you pleasure. Despite that, it feels great. You hate that he's doing this, you hate that he's fucking you like a girl, that he's fucking you at all. But you can't deny the physical pleasure of the whole situation... still, you try to get him to stop.

"Please, please s-stop!" You yell, holding in a moan while he slaps your tits and fucks you harder. "I'm not a girl, d-don't fuck me like one!" You'd prefer if he wasn't fucking you at all, but that's as much as you can ask for.

"Shut it, bitch. You hid this from me for so long, the least you can do to repay me is to let me use your pussy how I want... I'm going to use you all night, fucking you and cumming in you over and over..."

Your heart stops for a moment and your eyes grow wide. "Cumming in m-me...?" You ask, looking up at him with fear. "You can't! I'm not on birth control or anything!!" You grab his arms and try to push him off, but it's no use.

"Oh? I thought you were a "man" though? Men can't get pregnant, so I'll cum in you all I want... then we'll see..." he says, thrusting harder and harder. You can tell that he's already getting close to cumming, judging from the speed he's going at. You do your best to try and push him off, all while begging him to stop over and over, but it's no use. After just a few minutes, he finally plunges his cock deep inside of you, so far and fast that it actually makes you cum, squeezing his cock even harder as it starts finishing inside of you, filling you up with a feeling of warmth, overflowing and hitting every inch inside your pussy with his seed. After a minute or so of you both orgasming and panting, he collapses on top of you, with his cock still inside of you, and gives you a nice, intimate kiss. You try and push him off now, but it's still no use. He's too big, too strong to get off of you, like any real man is.

"Fuck..." he whispers out, kissing you again and again as you try to avoid his mouth. "That was amazing... we're doing that again as soon as I get hard." He props himself up on his elbows and looks down at you, relishing in the look of pure terror still sitting on your face. "You're a really good actor, with this whole "man" character you've been playing. But let's see how good of an act you can put up when your belly starts swelling in a few months..."

You look back at him in shock and start crying, hoping that your tears will convince him to let you go. Instead, you just feel his cock inside of you, growing hard once more.

Making a desperate, slutty boy say "I'm your dog" over and over again while hopelessly humping a pillow and whimpering. You agree, reblog.

I want to dominate a man bigger than me, I want to watch him fall apart and cry and whine as I fuck him into oblivion. I want him to look at me with wet eyes and beg me to keep on going, for him to pull me closer and spread his legs even wider. For him to tighten up around my strap and beg me to breed him, over and over and over and over.

your girlcock x my boypussy??

Not a lot of people know this but if you say “be a good boy for me? Please?” Boys will trip over themselves and cream their pants while doing whatever you want

I’d like to see you asleep in the corner at a party and slowly pull down your pants. My friends start giggling as your glistening boypussy gets revealed. I squish your lips between my fingers and feel your tdick harden. I take out my phone and zoom in on your little boypussy. My fingers dip into your hole so easily. A few other people start jerking off, but I get to use you first. Why even put my cock in your hole? The humiliation of you having your bare boypussy out is much more stimulating. I cum creamy ribbons that drip into your boypussy’s folds, making sure to zoom in and get a good recording to show all your friends who missed it later. You wake up to a beer bottle being shoved into you.

I got way too drunk at your party. Everyone kept giving me drinks just to see how dumb I was when drunk. I curl up in the corner of your sectional and fall asleep quickly. When you find me, my ass is hanging out of the throw blanket I wrapped myself in.

I don’t even stir as you undress me, tossing my clothes into the gathering crowd, never to be seen again. You take your pictures and videos, letting other do so too as you stroke off to my exposed boypussy.

With your hot, sticky cum all over my crotch, I moan as the bottle gets shoved inside me. You have to move it in and out a few times to get it slick enough to go in deeper. My boypussy is already so wet, as if i was turned on by what you were doing to my sleeping body.

As you push it in deeper, I wake, moaning at the rigid glass bottle raping my tight little hole. I’m panicking inside, but I’m so drunk my body is too heavy to fight back. My arms flail at you, but others come to grab my arms, putting their cocks in my hand.

As if by instinct I start stroking them, and my hips move to fuck back against the bottle in no time. You’re all still videoing and taking pictures, calling me a good little whore and slut.

I cum on the bottle, my juices leaking out around it. As you finish with me, others get in line, shoving their cocks or other objects inside me to rape me over and over.

In the morning, the guys that stayed over instead of driving home wake me up by taking turns fucking me. They all pull up the videos they uploaded of me being used last night, forcing me to watch as they rape me again. And I, being the whore that I am, cum while watching it all.