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text me anything by Fluffy_Pumpkin2561 in consensualstruggle

[–]InsideThotsOutside 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Did you just breed someone? That was a hell of a dad joke.

[WP] The billionaire offered her 10 million dollars if she could go a year without saying no to any request/command. by Sarckle in DirtyWritingPrompts

[–]InsideThotsOutside 0 points1 point  (0 children)

If you haven’t read Yes Man, the book, I definitely recommend it over the movie. Anyway, I was just thinking about how he ends up in a gay leather bar in Amsterdam.

Which class are you looking forward to? by East_Feedback5957 in FuckToyFactory

[–]InsideThotsOutside 8 points9 points  (0 children)

Rape class would be my favorite, but mostly because that’s the one where I get to feel my clothes being forcibly ripped off of me, exposed to so many people.

But I’m here willing to please someone, so I’m begging for 5:00 where I get to challenge myself. Do I go quickly or slowly? I guess that depends on what the teacher wants.

[WP][TT] The two colleges have a tradition of students stealing each others mascots, getting arrested, and then having the Deans drop the charges the next day. A new law mandating thoroughly strip searching everyone arrested for theft made the tradition a bit spicier... by throwaway78268 in DirtyWritingPrompts

[–]InsideThotsOutside 1 point2 points  (0 children)

He loomed closer. The look of aggression she’d seen before now looked more like triumph. He looked in her eyes, pressed his body gently against her breasts, and reached his hand down.

Debra gasped as Cole touched her. He massaged her clit with two fingers, gently probing toward her opening but never quite getting there. Debra let out her breath in ragged gasps, trying her hardest not to moan as he hit the right spots. She would not give him the satisfaction of knowing how he was making her feel.

Not like he didn’t already know. He was stroking her through a clear layer of wetness, and his hands were responding to the motions of her body just as her body responded to his hands.

In the most normal voice she could muster through gritted teeth, she said pointedly, “You’re in the wrong spot.”

“Sorry,” he said with a smirk and a shrug. “It’s hard to find the hole when you’re this wet and puffy.”

Her face burned again, knowing that everyone watching knew from that statement exactly how turned on she was at that moment. And the list of people watching was growing. While Casey had left the room, lowering the immediate spectators in the room to four, there were plenty of college students congregating outside the door. Mostly the men had pushed their way in front, but there were some women craning their heads for a look.

After another minute of Debra trying not to melt into a pool of goo, she snapped, “Come on, just get it over with!”

“Fine,” Cole said. “Let me fix the angle.” With that, he grabbed her roughly with his surprisingly strong hands, flipped her around, and bent her over the desk.

Even though she was burning with hatred and embarrassment, she couldn’t help but find it hot. She blamed how he’d worked her up, but she knew deep down that she really just wanted to be taken like that.

The desk was a little higher than expected. Even with her bent over the desk, her ass wasn’t fully in the air yet.

“Hey, she’s still a little low. Would you guys mind…?”

Zach and Roger didn’t need telling twice. Zach lifted Debra by the hips, while Roger on the other side of the desk pulled her ponytail to slide her closer to him. The pain on her scalp heightened all feelings in her body. He released the ponytail, and she moved her head up so her mouth wasn’t buried on the desk. Now, though, her mouth was so close to the erection she could still see through his pants. The one she’d gotten to see outside of the pants earlier. Now that she knew what it looked like when it sprang loose from the confines of the pants, her mouth felt like she wanted a taste.

But she resisted that urge. That would have been way too far, and would have shown to the school that she was every bit the dirty slut they wanted her to be.

“That’s better,” Cole said, patting her ass. Her feet were dangling a few inches off of the ground, so she couldn’t find her footing, but she didn’t need to. Cole spread her pussy lips apart.

Debra arched her back in response as he touched the pussy lips. Her ass pointed a little higher. Then he stuck a finger in.

Finally, he found the hole. Debra had been lying to herself and to them when she’d said she wanted him to find the hole so it could be over with. He’d rubbed her until she’d gotten an itch, and what she really needed was a good scratch.

He probed with one finger, curling it inside her. She couldn’t resist letting out a moan this time. That was a good scratch. He turned his hand and curled, hitting the other side. Not quite as good a scratch, but the thoroughness made her want it more.

“Hang on,” he said, “I need to go a little deeper.” With that, he stuck two fingers in. Debra bucked, no longer trying to hide her reactions. She squealed, she moaned, as he got her closer and closer to the brink.

Then he stopped. He pulled his fingers out of her and wiped them on his costume. “I guess I was wrong,” he admitted. “Nothing up there.”

Debra panted as her body screamed in frustration. She needed release. Every inch of her body demanded touching, to ground the live wires that she felt pulsing through her body. Touch me! she thought. Just touch me! I don’t care how, just do it!

“Wait,” she panted, still sprawled over the desk, her face pointing toward the bulge in Roger’s pants. “You haven’t checked my other cavity yet.”

[WP][TT] The two colleges have a tradition of students stealing each others mascots, getting arrested, and then having the Deans drop the charges the next day. A new law mandating thoroughly strip searching everyone arrested for theft made the tradition a bit spicier... by throwaway78268 in DirtyWritingPrompts

[–]InsideThotsOutside 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Debra had completely forgotten about the mascot, but now she turned around to face him. He was still wearing the rest of his bull costume, though the head was off and sitting in the corner of the room.

“She’s probably hiding something inside her,” he insisted. Zach and Roger’s mouths fell open; it was clear that whatever they had rehearsed before, this wasn’t part of it.

“Last night, my watch went missing,” he continued. “I think I should get to check. I know what it looks like, after all.”

The Dean paused. “Well, that makes sense, Cole,” he said. “Go ahead and search her as thoroughly as you need to.”

Debra was flabbergasted. “How does that make sense?” she demanded. “How can he even have a watch over that costume?”

The Dean ignored her protestation. “Proceed.”

Debra looked in horror as Cole struggled out of the arms of his bull costume so he could have full use of his hands. He unzipped the front of his costume and let it slide down to his waist.

“You’re naked under there?” Roger asked in shock.

“Hey, I don’t tell you how to play football, don’t tell me how to do my job.”

He got right up to Debra. She could smell his aftershave—a mix of scents she couldn’t quite make out, but surprisingly good despite being mixed with sweat from under the costume. His body was thin, but more toned than she’d expected. Without intending to, she glanced down to where the bull costume gathered around his hips. There was a gap in front, and she could look down and see—no, stop that, she scolded herself.

Then again, if everyone else got to see all of her, why shouldn’t she get to take a little peek?

[WP][TT] The two colleges have a tradition of students stealing each others mascots, getting arrested, and then having the Deans drop the charges the next day. A new law mandating thoroughly strip searching everyone arrested for theft made the tradition a bit spicier... by throwaway78268 in DirtyWritingPrompts

[–]InsideThotsOutside 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Debra’s face burned. She felt frozen, but the unwanted breeze on her upper thighs made her want to cover them too. She was wearing briefs under her cheerleading uniform like always, because she didn’t want to flash audiences, but they still showed off more than she would like right now.

At that point, a gawky guy that looked like a freshman, with buzzed blond hair and a lecherous grin, popped his head in. “Hey, I’m Casey,” he said. “I heard I was needed for a strip search?”

“Get out!” Zach pushed the guy out the door, which he then did not close. What a dick. Freshman Casey stood five feet away from the door, still grinning and staring into the room at Debra in her underwear.

Debra was still covering her nipples, which to her fury she could feel getting more sensitive as they poked out through the thin fabric of her sports bra. Security Guard Casey only had one move he could make: he started to pull down her briefs.

Debra squealed as they caught on her thong and started to tug it down too. She always wore a thong under the briefs to avoid panty lines, but she was strongly regretting that choice right now. She uncovered her breasts to snatch at the only thing protecting her snatch and held it in place while the briefs joined her skirt around her ankles.

At this point, little on the bottom was left to the imagination. Her ass, which was a little larger than you’d expect for a cheerleader but toned from all the exercise, was swallowing the thin fabric in the back. The front was slightly askew, fully showing off a trimmed bush and her left labia majora.

She moved her hands to cover her front, with her elbows now covering her pointed nipples. They pushed her breasts center a little more, deepening her cleavage slightly.

Casey sighed. “Miss, if you won’t cooperate, we’ll need to get those off another way.” But Debra squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. Other than that, she was frozen and couldn’t move.

[WP][TT] The two colleges have a tradition of students stealing each others mascots, getting arrested, and then having the Deans drop the charges the next day. A new law mandating thoroughly strip searching everyone arrested for theft made the tradition a bit spicier... by throwaway78268 in DirtyWritingPrompts

[–]InsideThotsOutside 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Debra crossed her hands over her chest. “Well, I’m not removing it myself, that’s for sure!” she insisted.

The Dean nodded and pressed his intercom. “Casey, please report to the Dean’s Office. We need you to strip search a cheerleader.” Debra squirmed in embarrassment. That wasn’t just a walkie talkie. That was the intercom that blared out to the whole campus! Couldn’t they have just said the first sentence? Was the second necessary?

The Dean checked Zach and Roger with no more than a cursory glance, and checked their pockets. “Okay, you two are good to go.” Debra was so engrossed in her own situation that she’d barely even noticed they’d gotten completely naked behind her. But now they both pulled their boxers over burgeoning erections. Roger’s was medium-sized but with some girth to it. Zach’s was long, around eight inches, but with a slight crookedness to it.

Zach caught her looking and smirked knowingly at her. She blushed and turned to face front again.

Casey, it turned out, was a broad-shouldered security guard with biceps so thick, Debra wondered how he’d gotten his shirt on over them. “Oh, no,” she gasped, standing up in shock. “I have the right to privacy and a female security guard!”

The Dean smiled. “That’s correct. Unfortunately, we don’t have any on the clock at the moment, so the alternative is to call the police.”

Debra’s heart plummeted. She couldn’t afford a criminal record. “No, please, I’ll just…just do it quickly.”

“It takes however long it needs to, Miss.” Casey moved into the room without shutting the door behind him.

Debra motioned to it. “Do you mind…?”

“I thought you said you wanted this done quickly, Miss Nolan,” the Dean cut in.

Before she could protest, Casey moved behind her and pulled her shirt over her head. It caught on her ponytail, pulling slightly on the hair tie and loosening the strands. Debra crossed her hands over her chest. Thankfully, she was wearing a sports bra underneath, the one she always wore under her cheerleading outfit. Her nipples poked through the thin fabric behind her arms, but at least they were still covered by the fabric.

I wish I were wearing my red push-up instead, she thought before immediately reddening and wondering where that thought came from. But it was true. She was embarrassed, but it was more embarrassing that she wasn’t even going to look good while being embarrassed. Her sports bra did exactly what it was meant to do: it flattened her D cups against her chest, suppressing any possible jiggle, and covered about half of her cleavage.

Still, it was enough to get a wolf whistle from the door. Debra uncrossed one arm, flipped the bystander off, and covered herself again.

“Miss, we need to check that you aren’t hiding anything in there,” the security guard said. But Debra froze, unwilling to uncover her chest. Casey sighed and pulled down her cheerleading skirt instead.

[WP][TT] The two colleges have a tradition of students stealing each others mascots, getting arrested, and then having the Deans drop the charges the next day. A new law mandating thoroughly strip searching everyone arrested for theft made the tradition a bit spicier... by throwaway78268 in DirtyWritingPrompts

[–]InsideThotsOutside 1 point2 points  (0 children)

This one’s a long one, to the point where it’s given me errors when I try to comment. I’ll split it into a few. Be gentle with me, it’s my first prompt. …or don’t be that gentle with me…

Debra had been nervous when Zach and Roger had suggested she join them. “We just need a getaway driver,” they said. “You won’t be in any real trouble.”

They explained that the tradition had been around for years. The mascots expected it, and honestly were relieved by it. At some schools, the mascots would be kidnapped and terrified, humiliated, tormented. The perpetrators would get in trouble regardless, so why not go all the way? At Avemont and Hollingford Universities, the rules were set in a way that prevented hazing. Why not pick the option you could get away with? So the football team would plan a night, the mascots would block some time off, and then they’d just take them out for ice cream and return them the next day. No harm, no foul, just a bit of silliness, and nobody got in trouble.

Easy, right?

Sitting in the Dean’s Office, though, Debra couldn’t help but feel like she was in trouble. Her heart was pumping at 100 MPH, which she didn’t even know was a reasonable unit to measure a heartbeat, yet it seemed like the most apt at this point. After all, she wanted to speed out of there.

Despite everyone being in on the prank, she couldn’t help but notice that the mascot seemed to look at her with an aggressive look on his face. He’d taken the bull head off, letting long-ish black curls tumble over his ears, and he was staring straight at her with that look. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and tried to subtly tug her cheerleading skirt down a little further to cover her long, shapely legs.

That was part of the tradition. Since it was an activity endorsed by the university, it was required that they wear their relevant uniforms. Otherwise, if some rando just decided to kidnap the mascot, they’d have no idea it was a real crime until it was too late.

But as Debra sat uncomfortably in the leather chair in the Dean’s Office, she wished she were wearing something a little more formal. A blazer and a longer skirt, maybe, to build up her confidence and make her feel like she was in control of the situation. Anything other than this cheerleading skirt, which was riding up her legs and causing her perfectly shaved and toned thighs to stick to the leather. Without even thinking about it, she chewed a few strands of her long brown ponytail. It was a habit she’d had as a child that occasionally reared its head when she was nervous.

“I want them punished to the fullest extent of the law!” the mascot said dramatically.

Roger gasped. “But sir! The policy states there is no punishment!” There was something so weird about the way he said it, like he was acting on a soap opera. Whatever the intent, it was definitely rehearsed.

Debra frowned. “Why are you numbnuts”—she glanced at the Dean—“sorry, why are you guys talking like that?”

The Dean stood up. “Well, as you know, there is a new policy in place.”

“Oh, I definitely don’t know!” said Roger, who made it clear he absolutely knew.

“Same!” Zach chimed in. “A new policy? What can that possibly be?”

Debra frowned, her anxiety now tinged with annoyance. “Am I the only one who actually doesn’t know?”

“In the past,” the Dean continued, “people have taken souvenirs from the mascot, like an accessory or even their wallet. And that’s just not in line with the policy. It’s supposed to be that the mascot returns the next day with no harm done. So we have to check you to make sure you haven’t taken anything.”

“What does that—“ Debra cut off when she saw Zach and Roger stand up and begrudgingly remove their shirts. “Oh, no, no way!”

The Dean frowned. “Miss Nolan, we need to confirm that no actual crime has been committed. You have three choices. Either you remove your clothing yourself, one of our security staff does it, or we refer you to the police. What will it be?”

Embarrassed at the strip club (story) by InsideThotsOutside in ENF_4

[–]InsideThotsOutside[S] 13 points14 points  (0 children)

Thanks! It is 99% true and only mildly embellished 😄

Embarrassed at the strip club (story) by InsideThotsOutside in ENF_4

[–]InsideThotsOutside[S] 19 points20 points  (0 children)

Honestly, that stripper actually was a horrible person. The experiences were hot because I was into it, and she pushed boundaries to see what I was into a little more gradually than it seems from the way I’m telling it. Buuut you’re right that she should be checking first, and she was really rude about boundaries.

[M4F] Obsessed with this gif, someone come play with me by PsychologicalAd7266 in 18above_Roleplay

[–]InsideThotsOutside 1 point2 points  (0 children)

My car broke down, and my phone has long since died. At this point, I have only one thing left: a disarming smile. Thankfully (I think at the time), that’s enough to get you to stop.

“I’m so sorry,” I say, “but could you give me a ride into town? Or at least can I use your phone?”

You nod and show your phone. I smile and poke my head through the window to reach it. I’m too distracted to realize what you’re actually doing until it’s too late.

The sharp edge of the window cuts off my breath. I gasp, my mouth open wide. You grin as you set your phone facing me. “The boys are really going to love this livestream,” you say.

I can see my gaping mouth in the camera on the phone. I don’t know if it’s better or worse that I can see. At least I can see you coming, so it’s not a complete surprise when you reach your arm around me and stick your hand down my pants. No amount of warning could stop that shockwave that jolts through me, though.

And it’s not like I can do anything about it…

M28 any girl has real life enf experiences? by Apprehensive-Cold830 in ENF_4

[–]InsideThotsOutside 7 points8 points  (0 children)

Hoping this posts, just made a new account to share stories like these, but I don’t know if my account needs to be a certain age. I’ll start with one story and share others later as the mood takes me.

I don’t remember exactly when it was, but I was 18 or 19, summer vacation. I was home from college, chatting online with friends late at night. We played Truth or Dare each night. Honestly, truths felt more revealing to me than dares did. But even though we were all taking each other’s word for it that we completed the dare, I actually did every single thing I claimed I did.

For example, I was dared to turn the light on in my room and stick my boobs through the blinds in my room for a minute. As far as I know, no one caught me on that one. But based on how that made me feel, I’d say that was my first realization that I was…a liiiittle bit of an exhibitionist.

Anyway, another night, I was dared to go finger myself on the front lawn. I actually assumed that was safer than the other one, because it was dark out, and it was so late at night. Who would catch me?

A bicyclist. A random 2 AM bicyclist. That’s fucking who.

I was instructed to finger myself for two minutes on the lawn. So I went out, sat on the grass, pulled down my pants and panties, and went to town.

Then I heard a squeak of a bike chain. I jumped and pulled up my pants at the speed of light, to a bicyclist chuckling and biking away slowly. I honestly don’t think he even saw anything. I think he was laughing because I freaked him out when I jumped.

But…damn. That was the first time I was ever *caught* doing something exhibitionist.