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Intimidation is hard to distinguish from excitement, especially when the two so often come hand in hand. The whip yields a similar reaction — and the canetoo. Alarm or arousal.

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Panic or pleasure. That dark night when you threatened to leave me standing topless and exposed at the edge of Brutal dildo stories loch — that did it too. You carefully peeled up my shirt, yanked down my bra, then pinched my nipples, ordering me to stay like that for what felt like half the evening. I revelled in the chilly prickles and humiliation rising in my face, as I panicked about who might bear witness to my shame… my excitement… no, my shame.

Those colourful, silicone dicks lined up on the coffee table give me that exact same feeling: they made my mouth dry and my heart race, as my body tried to decide whether to be terrified or thrilled. I chose at least two of these because — alongside the girth and the length and the texture and all the things I wanted — I knew that you would love to fuck me with something truly huge. Something that will make me look up at you with big, wide eyes, biting my lip to keep from squealing.

The first thing we do is put on porn. Gang bang porn, naturally. He strips me naked and orders me to lie back on the sofa, legs spread and bum resting just on the edge of the cushions for ease of access. He starts off naked too, with one of his big arms wrapped around my shoulders — either to get the feeling of my skin on his or to restrain me slightly as I wriggle under his touch.

Probably both. He rubs my clit and whispers in my ear.

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Something about being a slut and needing cock, and wanting desperately to be fucked. The first one he tries is the pink : satisfyingly squishy and just right for a warm-up. When the men on the screen speed up, so does he, and when one leans in to suck the nipples of the woman in the centre of the gang bang, so my partner leans his head down to do the same.

The next he picks up is the Helios : textured with spirals around the shaft, heavy and pretty and oh so fucking thick. I look up from the porn to watch him smear lube onto it, catching his face breaking into Brutal dildo stories evil and promising grin. He likes it when I squeal and wriggle. Likes to watch me ride that line between pleasure and pain. I do this a lot, this pleading. Give me release. Just stops. For no more than a second he holds the dildo perfectly still in my cunt, and I howl with delighted agony.

He passes me a clit vibe and puts it in my hand, the better to let him focus on more thoroughly hand-fucking my cunt. He drops to his knees on the floor for a better angle, and grips the base of the dildo tightly in his right. I come. So quickly — too quickly — I come.

The next one is the Night King : longer than the last, this is the dildo I picked for no better reason than greed. But when it comes to picking dildos, there are far worse reasons to choose one than greed. First he slides the dildo into the strap-on harness, and slips his feet through the straps. Use his hands to grip my hips and pull me back further — deeper — onto this brand new cock. He slides his own erection out of the harness, so it sits just beneath the dildo — thick as fuck, hard, and ready to fuck me too.

I want to see your face on the carpet and your hands spreading your cunt. Nerves, excitement, terror, arousal: all of the Brutal dildo stories. And I am. I bite my lip and feel each bump and ridge and curve as he slowly pushes it into me.

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And I feel the moment of resistance when it hits the back of my cervix, nudging the bruises that are already blooming from before. Faster and harder than he would with his own dick. He can bang me as hard as he likes, for as long as he likes, with nothing but safewords to stop him. I press my face hard into the carpet, and use my now-twitching hands to grip and scratch at the fabric — using nervous energy to distract me from the pain the way I sometimes pull my hair if I stub a toe.

This is painful, but good, but painful, but good, until I forget which Brutal dildo stories hurts and which makes me happy. For a finale, he orders me up. And I haul my weeping, trembling, post-and-pre-orgasmic body over to the sofa so I can bend over the arm of it. Presenting my ravaged cunt for him to inspect and croon over:. Because I really want to get my cock inside and feel just how wet you are. And I am rendered incapable of communicating in anything other than gestures and breathless sounds, so I nod and whimper one more time. He pulls the strap on dildo to one side, and slides his own dick into the twitching wetness of my cunt.

And it feels so good and warm and perfect. The hardness of it. The texture. The smoothness of the skin and the way it twitches. I wriggle back onto it with pleasure, letting out a sigh that comes right from the pit of my stomach — after the relentless, oversized perfection of the silicone dildos his own cock feels so refreshingly alive.

Then just as I am starting to relax into the familiar, homecoming sensation of his own cock inside me, he pulls back and slips the Night King in again — shoving good and hard so I can feel it smacking the back of my cervix. I yelp. I squirm. Then the other. Starting slowly, just giving me enough time to get used to one of them before he switches out — practically begging me to try and guess which is which.

So he decides to change tactic and take back the power he was so enjoying wielding over me. Hungry for it. Begging him for it. So he gives it to me: each cock for three or four strokes, slamming as hard as he can shove it into my cunt. Then back in with the next one: thick, squishy, textured, smooth… I can barely tell any more which is which.

Then more cock. Then a different cock. As he fucks me with his dick, a strap on, two dildos and a relentless drive to give me everything I want and more. Over and over. Big thanks to Peepshow Toys for sending me these amazing toys — this will certainly not be my last massive dildo orgy. Also, when I read the bit about you licking your lips, I realised I was doing exactly the same thing! The very first thing you pop Brutal dildo stories to ask me is whether I have a very specific kind of personality disorder characterised by extreme difficulties maintaining close relationships.

Why do you think I do? Why do you assume that this particular sexual preference — i. And to whom else have you directed this question? Or is it just me?

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