Okay I need to see something… if I made an OF would any of you subscribe 🥹
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Thinking of a man fucking me and putting his jockstrap on my head so every single breath, moan, or cry I make I’m inhaling fully the scent of his cock. I want to taste it in my mouth and start associating it to pleasure every time
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Thinking of a woman fucking me and putting her lacy panties over my head so every single breath, moan, or cry I make I’m inhaling fully the scent of her gock. I want to taste it in my mouth and start associating it to pleasure every time
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Saw someone on here who looked like a guy I went to highschool with (it’s not) but it got me thinking about him finding this blog and sharing it with the other guys we went to tech with too, them making me wear cowkinis under my work clothes and the time they kinda bullied me into eating a whole pizza becomes a lot more erotic
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mngnhhh omg thank u~ I hope so too! I’ve been so busy it’s been hard to have time to try to lose it ;-;
so far so good though heh… 🫠
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Taking Dictation
The ad was simple, running in such a nondescript fashion that she almost missed it, down at the bottom of the screen - plain black text on a gray background, so bland it was almost painful.
Help Wanted: Skilled Secretary.
Seeking an experienced secretary proficient in dictation and transcription. Must adhere to a strict dress code based on long-term function; excellent communication skills required. Submit a resume online or text ‘SUBMIT’ to 67678.
She thought about it for a moment.
Everyone at Hamilton & Greene was amazing - except, of course, for Ms Hamilton and Mr Greene - and she liked the fact that it was a short ten-minute drive from her apartment.
But….
The pay was terrible, the transition to the new ‘paperless’ system was a nightmare, and Eric still stunk so bad it was hard to go past his cubicle, even after Linda had a private conference with him. Everyone was overstressed and overworked, and with the lease coming due in two months there’d still been no word on whether they were moving offices, again.
Maybe it was time for a change, or at least time to scare everyone into thinking they’d have to go without her.
She glanced back, but the ad and the link were gone - so, she picked up her phone, and texted
“Submit”
to 67678, just like the ad said, and in seconds a reply popped up - a link, and she tapped it.
The page was similarly subdued, but it had all the information she wanted. The posting was as thorough and painstakingly specific as the job was straightforward - a freelance IT professional and technical writer needed a secretary that could help him run both his businesses. The only item that wasn’t extensively clarified was the dress code, but if it meant she’d be expected to be professional in front of clients, she wasn’t worried.
She opened her resume, and skimmed it to make sure that it was current before she uploaded it; the next page simply read, “Thank you for your application”, and she stared at the phone for a moment in disbelief that it’d been that easy.
~ ~ ~
By Tuesday, she’d forgotten about it, not least because of the fight that Mr Greene and Ms Hamilton were in over the Friemann case, and hearing that it meant bonuses were delayed had her trying not to cry in her car on her lunch break
The phone dinged - a text, from 67678, letting her know that her resume had been accepted.
And, seconds later, a text from a number she didn’t recognize. For an interview: 10AM or 11AM Thursday, or 10AM Friday?
She took a deep breath and steadied her hands. 10 on Friday would be perfect! she texted back, and got ready to head back into the office.
~ ~ ~
The interview, and everything leading up to it, was a blur in her mind.
She had taken Friday off, calling in sick late the night before, and had spent a good hour longer than usual getting ready so that she looked sharp for her interview.
It was at his residence, about a half hour’s drive away; she was on her way with plenty of time, and as much as she’d hate the commute, it was a nice upscale neighborhood, and on the map it looked like it was next to a park that she could walk to on breaks.
When she arrived, though, all she could focus on was him. She didn’t remember walking in, taking off her jacket, or even what his name was - she was lost in those eyes, and in the sound of his voice.
He was busy, he explained, too busy to keep up without assistance. He was employed and was about to be over-employed twice over, and there was just no time - his hands were too full. His previous assistant had gotten pregnant, and was looking for a change. She had all the right qualifications to replace her, and to perform even better in her role; she was an expert in taking dictation.
The pay he was offering was almost double what she was making - and, she would be free to use one of the bedroom suites downstairs, whenever she wanted - and she was so excited that she almost forgot to ask about the uniform requirement.
Almost.
She’d asked, and he’d chuckled, and she felt herself get wet. He’d said something - she couldn’t remember exactly what - and she’d flushed further. She’d followed him downstairs to one of the bedrooms - to her bedroom - and showed her the corset and stockings that were carefully laid out.
The mix of arousal and astonishment and disbelief must’ve shown on her face. She didn’t have time to protest or ask questions before he was talking again, and she couldn’t help but melt into his voice.
He wasn’t just a technical writer, he explained. He also wrote erotica, very successfully, and it was crucial to his process to have inspiration on hand, and reference material available. He was sure that she’d be a perfect fit for her role, all she needed to do was embrace it…
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Six weeks in, and she was adapting extremely well to her role.
She rolled lazily out of bed - out of his bed - and quietly made her way downstairs to her room, where she stripped out of yesterday’s uniform and got ready for a quick shower. After last week’s shopping trip, she had everything here that she needed.
That was another reason she hadn’t been to her apartment since last month. Drying her hair, she emerged from her on-suite bathroom in a cloud of steam and immediately set to getting ready.
By the time he was coming downstairs to the office, she was dressed - in black today, the set she’d decided she liked the most - she was already there, their coffees in hand, ready to start the day.
Today he had meetings all through the morning - so she sat at her desk and started working through the notes from the previous day. He was midway through a support call when he hit a button and his desk raised up so he could stand. As soon as he was comfortably standing, she knelt on the cushion in front of him and unzipped his fly, pulling out his cock.
She loved his cock. She got lost in his eyes, and his voice made her melt, but after the first time she saw his cock - on her fifth day, the first time he’d fingered her for reference, while dictating to her - she was in love. She’d been dizzy, between the sensations of him ruthlessly stimulating her g-spot and trying to keep up with the rapid pace of his words, and didn’t notice he was jacking off until he grunted softly.
She’d looked back, then - into his eyes, first, those hypnotic pools of gray, and only when he glanced down had her haze followed and - it was perfect, long, thick, throbbing, a drop of precum dripping from the tip as he gently stroked it. She’d begged him to fuck her, and he had, later that afternoon, and that was the first night she’d spent at the office, working late.
And the best part - or the worst part, or the hardest part - was that he did expect her to work, despite it all. The uniform, she found, not only kept her on display and accessible, but she felt sexier in it, and even the heels were comfortable too, somehow - but it didn’t make it any easier to be bent over his desk, cockwarming him while he rattled off erotica to her to transcribe. She had to make sure his notes and files got organized, even if she was asked to bounce on a dildo for reference. She had to balance his schedules and make sure his emails were dealt with, even if she chose to spend the morning on her knees trying to distract him while he was on a call.
~ ~ ~
Four months in, and she was starting to put a few things together.
Sir kept assigning her more hypnosis to review, and no matter how good it felt to spend hours on his desk, fulfilling her role, she was only barely keeping up with the notes, and the scheduling, and taking his dick-tation - she giggled, now, whenever she thought of it like that - was even more intense now that he’d started writing a lot of breeding stories.
She also barely ever slept in her own bed anymore. He liked having her close - for inspiration, he said - but he also liked picking a hole to use to satisfy himself in the middle of the night, and filling her up with another load.
She wasn’t complaining, of course - she would do it even if she wasn’t getting paid - but her birth control pills had vanished from the cabinet, and she couldn’t help but notice that over the next few months the scheduled titles were starting to shift from breeding into pregnancy stories.
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A year into her employment and six months into her pregnancy, deskpet was starting to worry.
She was falling behind now, everything was taking more and more time. The hypnos had made deskpet much, much happier, and now she barely had thoughts at all besides the ones that Sir put in her brain for her to use - but it meant that typing was harder, and now when she was cockwarming or taking dick-tation - she giggled - all she wanted to do was go blank and fulfill her role of serving his cock.
But he worked so hard, and he deserved help - more help than she could give.
She thought about it for a while, and set about posting an ad.
‘Help Wanted: Skilled Secretary’ the ad began….
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Idk how I’m supposed to live my life and do grown up stuff when all I want is to serve, to please, to be kept and to be used
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Need to be a couple’s slave. Them dressing me up in little outfits for the day. Using toys on me whenever they want. Corrupting me to become their pleasure toy.
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I want to hurt you. To see you cry
I want to hurt you. To make me smile
I want to love you.
I want to slap you.
I want to hit you.
I want to use you.
I want…..you
Yet, you’re nowhere to be found.
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The only kind of math I understand:
2 hours of edging 🤤
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2 roller balls in my butt plug 🥰
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4 5mg gummies 😵
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½ can of monster energy 😈
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1 packet strawberry lemonade THC+energy drink mix 😍
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1 hell of a good night ✨
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Tumblr warned me that I have this account for two years… two years trying to escape from here and coming back every few months with more desire and need. I have tried to make myself understand that I am not a needy bitch, but whenever I have a relapse I notice that I am a bitch and I need more and more.
I want to spend hours masturbating and watching videos and gifs about it, I want to feel needed and light, even with a voice in the back of my mind telling me to stop it, delete the account and leave, I can never delete it and I always come back like a puppy
I got tired of being the good girl that everyone wants me to be, I want to touch my teats and moan loudly. all the bitches I see seem so happy to do that.
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Julie’s heart fluttered as the photographer shot a few pictures. “Like this?”
“Perfect. You look beautiful.”
Julie blushed. “I’m….. happy my boyfriend talked me into this.”
“See? Not as scary as you first thought.”
“I guess…… I’m almost excited to pop now.”
[[MORE]]“That’s the spirit. Trust us, your tiny sacrifice will make millions of men happy all across the world.”
Julie bit her lip. “That’s what my bf said…. we were only dating a month and he showed me the website. To burst on purpose. He knew how much I loved to help people and make them happy. I was a social worker helping needy families…. now I have a much, much bigger calling.” She giggled.
“A lot of people underestimate how much joy adult material brings folks. Especially when you devote yourself to it this much.”
Julie used to only dress conservatively, now she happily walked around outside wearing barely anything. No panties, no bottoms to speak of, parting the long draping sides of her ‘maternity dress’ to flaunt her sex, barely visible under her enormous, yet only four-month-pregnant belly. “I was so inspired by how many girls volunteered, documenting their journeys like this, getting to meet all the lovely guys and girls pleasing themselves to our naughty decision to pop for their gratification. When my bf showed me all those testimonials…. it felt like I could really help more people doing this than anything else. So many people are just addicted to content like this and it makes them soooo happy. I love watching them jerk off and fist their pussies in group video calls to my content updates. I lean back, rub my belly, smile and compliment their cocks or their pretty pussies…. And to see them all cum one after another when I tell them I can’t wait to pop…. mmmm….. I’m really making a difference.”
“You sure are, Julie. Your boyfriend must be very proud.” As he said this, four muscular black guys with monster cocks walked up behind Julie, stroking themselves.
Julie blushed. “Oh my…. four today…. my poor holes are going to get totally destroyed. I hope seeing my body get ravaged by these eager gentlemen will brighten your day! Only a few months until I pop. Might as well let as many men as possible enjoy my body. Please sign up on my page to be featured in the next vid tomorrow! Spots are filling quick. And I’m growing so fast there’s no telling when I’ll burst!” Julie moaned as the men began groping and feeling her up. Lifting her 'dress’ and bending her over to fuck her ass. Julie could only let go, and allow the men to fuck her as they pleased, giving in to their desires, blowing up like a blimp to get off as many people as possible.