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Can I request a ghost x curvy fem reader that performs some stealth exhibitionism on her in public?
Here you go, I hope this works for you anon -
NSFW 18+, MDNI
Ghost x Curvy Fem Reader
CW: dub con, stealth exhibitionism, semi public sex, dirty talk.
Title: Tourist Trap
You’re talking to some other tourists in the drawing room of the stately home when you feel it. Hands settling on your hips and then gliding down over the rounded curve of your stomach. Nothing is visible when you look down. The man and his wife in front of you prattle on, unaware.
“They say his appetite for sex was monstrous!” The woman titters, " There were rumours that the galas he held were nothing more than orgies in disguise.”
You nod distractedly: the hands are now squeezing at your thighs approvingly and inching them apart.
It does my confidence wonders to be remembered, a voice whispers in your ear with a chuckle.
Then there’s pressure against your clit over your underwear and you feel it being stroked. Your cunt becomes hot at the attention and when you widen your stance a little to give better access, the pressure moves down and in, breaching your pussy lips and sliding across the wetness it finds there. You feel your cheeks begin to flush.
The couple point out the picture of the previous owner of the manor. You smile and agree he looks devilish, with his high arched nose and deep eyes. All whilst that man’s ghost is teasing his fingers across your folds and sending small shocks of desire through your body.
Take a good look at the spirit that going to fuck you, the ghost says and you feel him slide into your cunt.
You bite your lip, sure the couple must be able to tell something is going on. You wait for them to call you out with disgust in their voices. You're sure they must be able to hear the slick sounds of the ghost’s fingers crooking and scissoring in your tight hole, your underwear pulled aside.
Finally the couple, bored by your short responses, leave. You listen to their footsteps fade as they walk down the hall and huff out a breath you’ve been holding.
The pressure withdraws then and you wonder if it's all over, but the touch transfers to your soft breasts and doubles, so both of your nipples are plucked and rolled between ghostly fingers.
Bend over the table. Now, the ghost commands in his velvety voice.
You obey.
The skirt of your dress is yanked up, your head pushed down and hair gripped. When you remove your underwear and tilt up your ass, you hear a deep throaty laugh, from behind you. Desperate for me already? the ghost says.
The way you spread your legs seems to serve as an answer. Your ass is squeezed and you feel the fat blunt head of something press against you and stop after parting your cunt lips. You buck your hips back and feel the intrusion against your hole slide home. A groan spills from your mouth at the sudden feeling of fullness, the ghost’s cock snug and seated deep. Encouraged by your reaction, the ghost begins to thrust in and out of you with deep punishing shoves that make the table rattle rhythmically.
You grip the edge of the table and cant your hips up. The change in angle makes the ghost’s cock hit a spot that make your legs shake and as it is hit again and again, your pants become whines.
A hand graps behind your knee, pushing it up to the table and exposing your cunt further. You think about how many tourists must be wandering around the stately home. Anyone could come in and see you, splayed over a table, your pussy stretched wide by an invisible cock, gaping and swollen.
Like a desperate little whore, the voice says.
“Yes,” you say, “yes.”
I should hold you down after. On display and ready for anyone to fuck into after I’m finished with you.
It’s that image that makes you come: cunt clenching around the ghost’s cock and your muscles tensing as a wave of pleasure washes over you.
The ghost fucks you through and beyond your orgasm: pumping into you fast and ragged now. Your head is tugged back and your hands scrabble to hold you up on the table. Your spine arches. There’s a final slam and grind and then coolness spills inside you.
You drop back to the table then, your body limp as an abandoned doll. A hand strokes across your hair.
You'll get up in a minute.
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You’re tied to a bench and gagged and being slowly fucked by a sex machine as several tall alien creatures surround you to watch. Then one of them turns the knob on the machine to make it go a little faster, making you moan and wiggle.
“As you can see, this particular human quite enjoys our machine. One similar to a machine on earth except I’ve brandished it with genitalia more shaped like ours. I’ve tested a few different shapes but this human seems to prefer ours.”
“You abducted it, correct?”
“Yes.”
“Have you administered the aphrodisiac? It seems… panicked?”
“I haven’t yet. I was observing its raw reactions to our particular genital shape. But we can administer some now. If you would just remove its gag.”
A large hand reached around your head and unbuckled the strap, lifting the gag from your face. You moaned and begged.
“P-please… no more… I c-can’t take anymore.” You begged as the machine continued to pump into your abused hole.
“Is it okay?” You heard one ask.
“Yes. It’s just been having orgasms for a few hours. It’s very sensitive is all. But after the aphrodisiac is administered it should calm down a bit more.“
The tall creature brought a tentacle shaped tube to your mouth and slipped it slowly down the back of your throat. You gagged a little then tasted a sugary liquid and couldn’t stop yourself from swallowing a couple mouthful, and then the tube was taken away.
“It shouldn’t take long before we see the effects. It will start to struggle a bit more but that’s just because it’s getting eager to climax.”
“It doesn’t need a break?”
“It does occasionally. But with this one I’m testing its boundaries.”
After a few more seconds you started panting and pulling at your restraints.
“It’s turning a bit red. I heard that means they’re sick.”
“That’s the aphrodisiac. It’s getting flustered. If you look at its vital signs you’ll see its heart rate is increasing and its arousal at the same rate. Here.” The creature handed another alien dildo to their friend. “Touch the tip of this to its lips.”
As the dildo reached your lips your touch acted on its own and poked out of your mouth to lick the toy. Your mouth opened wider and you saw the one holding it look up to the experimenter for permission and they nodded. The toy was slowly pushed into your mouth and you eagerly sucked it down until you couldn’t anymore.
The experimenter turned the machine knob and watched as it fucked into you faster and your body writhed and arched and you moaned around the toy. Your moans got louder and longer and you felt another orgasm approaching. You noticed an “X-ray” cross section of your hole on a screen and saw it tightening.
“Interesting…”
“Isn’t it?”
“Is it going to climax soon? I’ve never seen a human orgasm.”
“It should in a few seconds.”
And they were right. You soon came and couldn’t help how your body jerked and twitched. The moans from your mouth were muffled by the alien toy. It was removed slowly, your saliva dripping from it.
“… m-more. Please…”
“Fascinating how easily the aphrodisiac can change its mind. Will you keep this one? It’s not as frightened or hostile as some other humans we’ve abducted.”
“I might have to. It’s a wonderful test subject.”
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Okay but consider: pussy with tentacles that hold onto you and lock you in once you're inside. You're not pulling out until they're satisfied
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Date Night Distractions
“Stop squirming or I’m going to pull out,” he growls into my ear. I whine softly, feeling my pussy clench down around his cock inside of me as I reluctantly keep still. He huffs softly against my neck and grabs the TV remote off the couch, turning up the volume on whatever inane movie is playing.
When he’d suggested we stream a movie for date night, I did not think I’d end up naked, seated on his lap, locked in his arms, and cockwarming him for the entire two hour long film. I checked out of the movie an hour ago, focusing only on the feeling of his long, hard cock filling my pussy so perfectly. But no matter how much I squirmed, begged, and wriggled around on his lap, he refused to fuck me or do anything other than lightly kiss my shoulder and stroke my arms.
Not even a few minutes later, I’m impatiently rocking my hips against him, feeling his hard cock brush up against my g-spot with every move. Small, breathless moans are escaping between my parted lips as I melt against him, eyes closing in pleasure and leaning the back of my head on his shoulder, letting my legs splay open on either side.
“You really can’t follow directions tonight, huh, darling?” He murmurs.
“Please, daddy, please I want you to fuck me,” I whimper, turning my neck to stare up at him beggingly.
“Nope, not until the movie is over,” he says mockingly, “Be good and maybe I’ll give you something to tide you over.” His fingers trail down my stomach, brushing softly against my pussy before retracting again. I whine and beg him, “Please, please, please touch me, daddy.”
He laughs softly in my ear, “You are such a perfect little whore. Can’t even keep your composure throughout a movie with daddy’s cock in your desperate little pussy.”
I can feel my pussy clenching around him at his words, and I know I’m dripping. His fingers brush lightly against my stomach again and he runs them down towards my pussy. I’m gasping and panting in anticipation, wanting him to do something, do anything to make the burning need inside of me go away for a little.
His fingers come to where we’re joined, collecting some of my wetness before he pulls them away and licks my essence off his fingers. “Fuck, darling, you always taste so sweet,” his voice is growly and I feel his cock jerk inside of me slightly. I whimper, the praise making me even hotter and wetter.
He fingers come back down to the apex of my thighs and he flicks my clit with the lightest touch. My back arches and I let out a broken moan and rock against him. The sharp pleasure shocks my system, making my head spin and lights flash in my vision.
“Good girl, you like that huh?” He murmurs softly as his fingers rub my clit softly without stopping. “Ah, fuck, yes, please daddy, it feels so good,” my voice is breathless and pitchy with pleasure. His doesn’t stop moving his fingers, stroking my clit in tight circles with varying speed and pressure, pushing my body closer and closer toward orgasm.
“Such a pretty girl, I can feel your tight pussy clenching around my cock. Fuck, you’re perfect, darling,” his praise is delivered with soft groans and growls as he plays with my body. I whine wordlessly, feeling my body moments away from shattering in a breathtaking orgasm.
“Come on, darling, cum all over my cock and on my fingers,” he murmurs, moving his fingers faster and harder against my pulsing clit. I moan as I feel the orgasm burning through my body, my pussy bearing down on his cock and pulsing rhythmically. I ride the wave of pleasure and hear his whispered praise in my ear, the combination of everything making me feel so warm and so loved.
“Good girl, just like that, cumming for me. So, so pretty when you fall apart, that’s it, that feels good huh?” He hums softly in my ear in approval, “Look at how drippy you are, darling, all that’s for me.”
My mind is spinning, thoughts floating away as the orgasm fades, leaving the most delicious, bone-settling haze and fullness. But he doesn’t stop playing with my clit, and slowly, the warmth fades and is replaced with a burning overstimulation that makes me cry out and squirm, my legs closing to protect my clit.
“Please, daddy, please it’s too much! I need a break!”
He laughs darkly in my ear. “Oh no, darling, no you don’t. You can take it, I know you can. Such a drippy little mess for me, your perfect pussy is so good around my cock.” His rips my legs apart, one hand holding me down while the other continues its assault on my clit.
I squeeze my eyes shut, my legs shaking as a second orgasm starts to build despite the overstimulation wracking my body. He’s merciless as he strums my clit effortlessly, the fullness of his cock combined with the relentless pleasure forcing my orgasm out of me. Stars light up in my vision and tears well up in my eyes as the painful pleasure makes my body go rigid and my pussy clench.
“Fuck, you’re so lovely when you fall apart like this. Good girl, keep cumming for daddy,” his voice seems to float around me, wrapping me up in an all-encompassing cloud of unbearable pleasure. I’m keening softly, letting out whimpering sobs as my body is pushed to its capacity.
“No more, please, no more,” my voice is small and desperate, my legs shaking and trying to close. I’m too cum-drunk to fight back properly and his fingers continue to brutalize me, pushing me toward another peak.
“One more, darling. I know you can do it, pretty girl, come on, let me feel your perfect little pussy fall apart one more time,” he coaxes me, the gentle words a shocking juxtaposition to his rough fingers and hard cock inside of me. He rolls my clit between his fingers and I whine.
Before long, a third orgasm crests inside of me, and I feel my pussy tighten around him again. This time, the pleasure is overwhelming and nerve-fraying. I’m incoherent as I moan and beg, babbling from overstimulation. He plays my body like an instrument and I feel my orgasm erupt, my pussy gushing around his cock, squirting my release.
“Good girl, perfect girl, squirt for daddy. That’s it, baby,” he kisses my neck as his fingers finally slow and stop their assault on my pulsing jewel. He pulls my boneless body off his cock, the feeling of it leaving my body making me whine softly with loss despite how thoroughly decimated I feel. My pussy is achingly empty as he wraps me up in his arms, pulling me close into his chest.
“You did so well, darling. So perfect for me,” he says, kissing the top of my head. I whimper softly and look up at his with bleary eyes, feeling his praise and love surround me. We sit together like this for a few moments, the room aglow with the TV screen still playing whatever stupid movie he’d put on to begin with. I’d almost drifted off in his arms when I feel him shift.
“Come on, darling. We have another thirty minutes left of the movie,” he purrs, smiling deviously at me. And so, I find myself seated on his cock again, my overstimulated pussy pulsing around his hardness, stuffed full, and head hazy with pleasure.
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Our third session together was a doozy! I always feel so grateul after being tied by @knottydevil . You know where to find more. :)
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sweaty orc hours!! skeb for @BW_Koops
skebs still available here!!
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I'm kinda sick that tumblr doesn't show my posts in hastags
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Can I request a ghost x curvy fem reader that performs some stealth exhibitionism on her in public?
Here you go, I hope this works for you anon -
NSFW 18+, MDNI
Ghost x Curvy Fem Reader
CW: dub con, stealth exhibitionism, semi public sex, dirty talk.
Title: Tourist Trap
You’re talking to some other tourists in the drawing room of the stately home when you feel it. Hands settling on your hips and then gliding down over the rounded curve of your stomach. Nothing is visible when you look down. The man and his wife in front of you prattle on, unaware.
“They say his appetite for sex was monstrous!” The woman titters, " There were rumours that the galas he held were nothing more than orgies in disguise.”
You nod distractedly: the hands are now squeezing at your thighs approvingly and inching them apart.
It does my confidence wonders to be remembered, a voice whispers in your ear with a chuckle.
Then there’s pressure against your clit over your underwear and you feel it being stroked. Your cunt becomes hot at the attention and when you widen your stance a little to give better access, the pressure moves down and in, breaching your pussy lips and sliding across the wetness it finds there. You feel your cheeks begin to flush.
The couple point out the picture of the previous owner of the manor. You smile and agree he looks devilish, with his high arched nose and deep eyes. All whilst that man’s ghost is teasing his fingers across your folds and sending small shocks of desire through your body.
Take a good look at the spirit that going to fuck you, the ghost says and you feel him slide into your cunt.
You bite your lip, sure the couple must be able to tell something is going on. You wait for them to call you out with disgust in their voices. You're sure they must be able to hear the slick sounds of the ghost’s fingers crooking and scissoring in your tight hole, your underwear pulled aside.
Finally the couple, bored by your short responses, leave. You listen to their footsteps fade as they walk down the hall and huff out a breath you’ve been holding.
The pressure withdraws then and you wonder if it's all over, but the touch transfers to your soft breasts and doubles, so both of your nipples are plucked and rolled between ghostly fingers.
Bend over the table. Now, the ghost commands in his velvety voice.
You obey.
The skirt of your dress is yanked up, your head pushed down and hair gripped. When you remove your underwear and tilt up your ass, you hear a deep throaty laugh, from behind you. Desperate for me already? the ghost says.
The way you spread your legs seems to serve as an answer. Your ass is squeezed and you feel the fat blunt head of something press against you and stop after parting your cunt lips. You buck your hips back and feel the intrusion against your hole slide home. A groan spills from your mouth at the sudden feeling of fullness, the ghost’s cock snug and seated deep. Encouraged by your reaction, the ghost begins to thrust in and out of you with deep punishing shoves that make the table rattle rhythmically.
You grip the edge of the table and cant your hips up. The change in angle makes the ghost’s cock hit a spot that make your legs shake and as it is hit again and again, your pants become whines.
A hand graps behind your knee, pushing it up to the table and exposing your cunt further. You think about how many tourists must be wandering around the stately home. Anyone could come in and see you, splayed over a table, your pussy stretched wide by an invisible cock, gaping and swollen.
Like a desperate little whore, the voice says.
“Yes,” you say, “yes.”
I should hold you down after. On display and ready for anyone to fuck into after I’m finished with you.
It’s that image that makes you come: cunt clenching around the ghost’s cock and your muscles tensing as a wave of pleasure washes over you.
The ghost fucks you through and beyond your orgasm: pumping into you fast and ragged now. Your head is tugged back and your hands scrabble to hold you up on the table. Your spine arches. There’s a final slam and grind and then coolness spills inside you.
You drop back to the table then, your body limp as an abandoned doll. A hand strokes across your hair.
You'll get up in a minute.
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