and had to focus really hard on the beats. The other rounds had other hot things going on and were edited to some really good music IMO. The 2nd round was really good. Replayed it a couple times after
I love Bukkake so this was a fitting round to lose on.
A little disappointed i didn't make it further probably going to give the challenge a shot on my own another time.
good luck to the rest of you.
HighFreeman wrote: ↑Wed Nov 08, 2023 4:18 pm
I've done up to and including white hot and sticky. Yesterday was quite hard. I edged later on in the video when I hadn't expected to but could still keep on going (just). What are the rules with that anyway? Are you allowed to take a break if you edge? Today's was um well not really my thing actually but it is kind of hot when you are really turned on to see what you want to do, but for me personally overall no. So I was watching the girls getting cum on with the bowls and thought about how you could make that more interesting so I was imagining a girl tied to the end of a low table in the middle of my city as a punishment for being wanton, ready to be used in any way and naked from the waist down with her legs tied by her ankles up and open. Around her neck would the kind of collar that dogs have after an operation. And around her signs saying "This woman has been convicted of wantonness and her punishment will be chosen by the good people of this city. Should you be able to resist her charms she may be allowed free after this night, but should you touch her even once you must finish on her face. Finish anywhere else or stop and you will be arrested by the police and punished in the same way as her" The group of teenage boys gathered round. "I could finish on her face 10 times easy. She's hot as fuck.", said one. "No bro. You're sick. She'd fucking die if you did that.", said another. "Fuck you. If you're doing it so am I", said another. Actually it wasn't as fleshed out as that and then they started that thing with the bowls and I leaned over the side of the couch and nearly puked. Anyway not my thing really but I know it's really popular with a lot of people on this site. And yeah was talking with someone recently about how imagination is the most erotic thing, and yeah even with that watching something that I really wasn't into led to idea that for me were quite hot (and actually the idea I had in my mind wasn't exactly what I'd written, it was something else again which led to what I've written now which is again different. It is actually the idea of crowds of people standing around not daring to touch but you know once one starts a lot will that turns me on.)
a' loooiick ih', yupp! 'doin' tha' meself. no really, nice fantasy; do you have a little scene or story around that somewhere?
as for the bowls: there are sluts who like it, and i especially enjoy those: eager and submissive. it's not harmful, so far so ok, and in such a way ordinarily disgusting and weirdly publicly intimate as to tickle that deviant areola on my kinkiness...
princesses who make faces during their receiving are also fun — while it's consensual non-consent.
but... i'm out.
gooned and weak as i was, anika fall got a full orgasm from me ... and it was glorious ... and i was at peace with NNN being over.
...but now i must not watch any more porn this month ... that's the real challenge starting for me now. so even though i don't have to "endure" the oftentimes weary rounds of not-very-sexy-at-all-ladies, i envy you guys getting to fend in the nicer challenge
09.11.23 - I completed day 17 - If it wasn't for Abella Anderson, the round would have been boring for me. 10.11.23 - I completed day 18 - A good round for fantasies
This challenge just got interesting! Today was great and challenging. 1-3 did it for me. That first round has always got me going by the time the NUTS footage is up.
HighFreeman wrote: ↑Wed Nov 08, 2023 4:18 pm
I've done up to and including white hot and sticky. Yesterday was quite hard. I edged later on in the video when I hadn't expected to but could still keep on going (just). What are the rules with that anyway? Are you allowed to take a break if you edge? Today's was um well not really my thing actually but it is kind of hot when you are really turned on to see what you want to do, but for me personally overall no. So I was watching the girls getting cum on with the bowls and thought about how you could make that more interesting so I was imagining a girl tied to the end of a low table in the middle of my city as a punishment for being wanton, ready to be used in any way and naked from the waist down with her legs tied by her ankles up and open. Around her neck would the kind of collar that dogs have after an operation. And around her signs saying "This woman has been convicted of wantonness and her punishment will be chosen by the good people of this city. Should you be able to resist her charms she may be allowed free after this night, but should you touch her even once you must finish on her face. Finish anywhere else or stop and you will be arrested by the police and punished in the same way as her" The group of teenage boys gathered round. "I could finish on her face 10 times easy. She's hot as fuck.", said one. "No bro. You're sick. She'd fucking die if you did that.", said another. "Fuck you. If you're doing it so am I", said another. Actually it wasn't as fleshed out as that and then they started that thing with the bowls and I leaned over the side of the couch and nearly puked. Anyway not my thing really but I know it's really popular with a lot of people on this site. And yeah was talking with someone recently about how imagination is the most erotic thing, and yeah even with that watching something that I really wasn't into led to idea that for me were quite hot (and actually the idea I had in my mind wasn't exactly what I'd written, it was something else again which led to what I've written now which is again different. It is actually the idea of crowds of people standing around not daring to touch but you know once one starts a lot will that turns me on.)
a' loooiick ih', yupp! 'doin' tha' meself. no really, nice fantasy; do you have a little scene or story around that somewhere?
as for the bowls: there are sluts who like it, and i especially enjoy those: eager and submissive. it's not harmful, so far so ok, and in such a way ordinarily disgusting and weirdly publicly intimate as to tickle that deviant areola on my kinkiness...
princesses who make faces during their receiving are also fun — while it's consensual non-consent.
but... i'm out.
gooned and weak as i was, anika fall got a full orgasm from me ... and it was glorious ... and i was at peace with NNN being over.
...but now i must not watch any more porn this month ... that's the real challenge starting for me now. so even though i don't have to "endure" the oftentimes weary rounds of not-very-sexy-at-all-ladies, i envy you guys getting to fend in the nicer challenge
"It had been almost a month since the WAPs had come for me and my online boyfriend... ("and what about my girlfriend", I thought, "I hadn't even thought they might go for her as well, but now?")
The music suddenly stopped and the carnival in the city square ground to a halt, the cars of the Ferris wheel far above swinging slowly as the occupants pressed their faces to the glass for a glimpse of my naked body. They didn't need to: the huge screens all around the square meant you couldn't look anywhere and avoid seeing it, and anyone anywhere in the world could stream it if they wished, and many did. They wanted to see it for real though.
"Present yourself for penitence", rang out the voice of the priest above me, and was returned distorted, louder and from all sides by the loudspeakers installed throughout the city square. The voices of the crowd roared out, repeating it as soon as the echoes from the loudspeakers started to fade. The businesswomen with their husbands were here, mostly top sportsmen and fighters dressed in the finest tailored suits and for the most part with impeccable manners. Their manners were strained now and there was a look of pain in their eyes as they struggled to avoid the unavoidable. There were also dishwashers on a break from their shift, shoppers looking for some excitement and to tease their partners before they returned home, and those who came into town just to see the 'event', as well as everyone else.
It was the long line of men to the tent marked '£5 a ride' that had most of my attention though. Some on their own, pain and shame in their eyes as they tried to turn their faces from me, but every so often I would catch their involuntary gaze and it said 'I'm going to fuck you.' It was true. We both knew it was true. Only the 2 lions carved from stone to either side of me could keep their gaze from me, guarding, but able to avoid looking at what they were guarding. The massive screens showed someone else, or so it seemed to me then, my body a symbol of desire, basic, pornographic, and ridiculously oversexed. "It's the perverted way they are filming it", I thought. "And almost a month of torture. And those drugs."
It was fucking milovana, I thought. That had been the start of it anyway. I had joined long ago before it had gone underground and before the WAPs had taken control. It had even been legal then. It had been fun as well: an seemingly endless supply of horny men to tease and be teased by, although in truth only some of them really got me going. And how I had met David.
It all seemed so unreal now, fantasies of words, pornography sex and edging, until it had become more real, ties that bind in different directions, a tension and a struggle, a need leading to a moan, leading to an expression of love and a voice call, a video call and to many and more until it wasn't only sex but also curiosity and love that led to a train ticket. A train journey to Scotland from platform 9 or 10 from King's Cross, London.
And it had been magical and so far away now, a laugh and a smile, castles and mountains in the snow, a fast-flowing stream and endless fucking on the edge until the sun sets. I don't know if it makes it better or worse that I can remember that now. I can barely remember his face now, only the feeling of him inside and around me. They have taken the best parts of me.
Now when I think of him I can't stop thinking of when the WAPs came for us. I had been bound to the Sybian at the time. David had placed the Sybian on a high sturdy small table and made me stand on a chair next to it and then mount it, my legs dangling uselessly. Once mounted he had bound my hands simply behind my back, forcing my pussy forward and my clit onto the vibrator so as to maintain balance and not fall off. We had played for what seemed like hours, he standing and kissing me and my neck and my nipples and supporting me while the Sybian thrummed into my pussy, always on a low setting, I couldn't have taken much then. "Please can I cum?", I would beg in increasing desperation every time I came close to the edge. "Yes, of course you can love. If you really want it.", he would reply, before stopping the Sybian. "You know it would be cheating on your girlfriend though if you did that, and I don't want you to make any decisions you are not really sure about. Ask me again tomorrow. I think it's better if you just edge now". Then he would turn the Sybian back on again and the need to cum would be overwhelming again. "Please can I cum?"
3 sudden crashes of a battering ram and the door exploded and the WAPs came running down the corridor and into our room. "POLICE. ON THE GROUND NOW." They handcuffed David quickly and took him away and then gathered round looking at me as I struggled not to fall as the Sybian buzzed now uncontrolled against my clit and moved inside me.
"Guess she's not getting on the ground any time soon", laughed one of the women lasciviously.
"Yeah looks like she could be there some time", laughed another.
"So how does this thing work again?"
"Well there are 2 dials here. This one here controls the rotating dildo inside her"
She started to turn it up as the others watched.
"No don't do that.", I begged, "Please just let me off. I can't cum. Please. Stop watching me and just let me off please"
"Sorry what was that?", she looked at another WAP. "Did you hear something?"
"No.", replied the other. "That machine is so loud I can't hear anything"
"Yeah. You're right. We'd better just leave this alone.", she turned both of the controls up full.
"And record this for evidence purposes on our phones.", she winked at the others.
I didn't hear anything more. I was cumming immediately and it was painful: inside me and out it was just too much, far too much, painfully too much but I had to grip the Sybian so tight between my legs because I was falling or nearly falling and I was screaming "please" for as long as I could remember into half a dozen phones recording everything and all I could think of was my girlfriend back home. "I'm sorry", I told her and that was the last time I came.
The trial was bliss and didn't last long, a brief respite from the sexual crimes interrogation I had been subjected to for almost a month. The lead investigator was a small wiry and mean women. She had kept me on the edge for most of the past month, while making me recount all of my sexual encounters in detail, IRL, online, it didn't matter again and again. If she ever thought I was missing something out, or forgot to include something I had said before she would shock me with what looked and felt like a cattle prod. On and on it went and I forgot and remembered more and more but I couldn't cum and I didn't even know if I wanted to cum. I just wanted to sleep in my girlfriend's arms again and find this was all a bad dream.
David had told them everything. At least that's what they told me, I had no way of knowing if it was true or not. As a man he wasn't expected to have any control over his urges anyway, that's why all men were caged now in spiked chastity devices and could only be released by a women under their responsibility and if properly restrained using a government app installed on their phones. It was entirely my responsibility and my crime - at least according to the WAPs. The fact that I had 'seduced' him so as to be so far out of control as to tie ME up in that manner increased the severity of the crime.
"I don't think I have ever seen a case more deserving of the full penalty of law", said the judge, her ancient saggy jowls curled in disgust. "This court has found you guilty of wantonness, cheating, corruption of men and actions likely to bring feminism into disrepute. You will be taken to a place of public display and bound there so that all may see your lewdness. There you will be baptized anew in the seed of the devoted and your true self exposed to all. Should you survive the carnival week, God willing, you shall at the end of the week be put into the custody of the Sisters of Chastity for the rest of your natural life, who shall through restraint and desensitization training address your sex addiction issues."
It wasn't happening. I thought of my girlfriend. I'd wake up soon.
But I was here in the city square naked. I had thought to fight them, but that was what they wanted. They talked about 'cleansing' and 'baptising' but really they were just perverted shits. And they were saying I was when they were tying me up naked to be fucked in the city square!
I lay down on the stone slab, surrounded by the red poppy wreaths, the thick stone pillar from a different time of men rising above my head topped by a simple gold Christian cross. The inscription "Their Fame Liveth For Evermore" could barely be read at the foot of the pillar, worn, washed away and almost illegible. "It applies to me as it did to them", I thought and placed my hands and ankles against the thick steel manacles extruding from below, "Just in a different way". The security guards hammered in the pins and stepped back.
The words of the priest finished, but I wasn't listening. Something about forgiveness and redemption I think. Her face I remember though, you could think it was religious fervour or joy, but really she was just aroused I thought. She liked the power, the position and after the New Christian Order banned all kink and sex outside marriage, well this was even better for her because it was real. Those that people think are the best are the worst mostly, I thought. But mainly I was just thinking of the men about to fuck me, let out of their cages probably for the first time in years for the carnival. The line went all the way around the square and most of them wouldn't even get to fuck me today I knew. They would come back tomorrow though or the next day or the day after...
The health care assistant lubed up my pussy as the huge screens went to a close up of it. Shit, and they say they do this to protect men and children! Lying fuckers! I thought of my girlfriend, probably watching this at home. I hadn't spoken to her for so long now. She couldn't do anything. She then moved around to my head and attached a collar like the ones they attach to dogs after an operation on their ears or head and stepped back.
"So shall those who have fallen far from the light and into temptation be purified in the holy waters of the Lord, and should He have mercy, be reborn anew in his service forever.", finished the priest. "Please let in the first of the devoted"
The first of the men exited the tent on my left and entered the 'stage'. His large hard cock jutted out bare from the gap in the simple white robe (it looked like a fucking bath towel I thought). It looked ridiculously strained and veiny, it was rumoured that they put viagra in the drink they gave the men in the tents before they showered and then unlocked them under supervision. Although they would hardly need that after months or years in chastity. In any case at past carnivals all the men had always been erect, desperate and throbbing and although they had tried hard mostly hadn't lasted long, exploding one after the other all over the unfortunate convict's face.
The crowd cheered. "Purify her. Purify her.", they chanted and his cock was inside me, the desperate need in the otherwise not unattractive man's eyes revolting.
I was so wet. Normally I would never have been turned on at all like that. Sure maybe in a different situation with someone who wasn't a creep. But like this? Exposed to everyone and a chanting revolting crowd? But they had injected me with something before the WAPs had taken me out of their van and everything turned me on so much. I felt like I wanted to fuck the sky if I could reach it and the cold stone pressing up underneath sent shivers all over my body. I even pulled up against the manacles, the hard nipples on my tits reaching for the sky although I knew it was hopeless. And the cock inside me! Oh shit it was so good. I was going to cum fully exposed on screen in less than 30 seconds after being fucked by this creep. Oh shit.
"Baptise her. Baptise her.", chanted the crowd and he pulled out of me and came all over my face, some parts running down the collar and pooling at the bottom. So much cum. It didn't stop and his groans just made the crowd more wild.
Then the next devotee was fucking me. And the next. Cumming one after the other great fountains on my face soon there was so much cum that it was all around my mouth and nose and I was starting to choke on it. I concentrated on drinking as much as I could without puking, not even noticing that I was cumming again and again as one after another the men fucked me and came on my face. I tried to drink it down faster than the men could cum on me so I wouldn't choke.
The crowds cheered more and more but then after an hour the music started again and the other rides started back up. I was still on the screens but the focus of the crowd was now elsewhere but still the men kept coming and cumming until it got dark and they stopped for the night and turned out the lights. The WAPs took me away until the next day, but it wasn't the next day I was thinking of: it was the Sisters of Chastity at the end of the week.
I wished my girlfriend could come in like a knight in shining armor, but it wasn't possible, the WAPs were too strong now. I hardly even thought of David now. He was just a man. But it was his fault. Or was it milovana? Both of them I guess. Now I thought of tomorrow. Would I even make it to the end of the week? I started to cry but my pussy was still throbbing, hurting, painful, but still I reached for it, for some relief but the chains around my wrists wouldn't let me. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cheat. It really wasn't my fault at all.", I told my girlfriend in my mind, but I couldn't stop thinking about the rest of my life with the Sisters of Chastity. And it turned me on soooo much."
Honestly the whole cum thing is just not my thing, but maybe some of you like some parts of the story
I liked this content 
Anyway not my thing really but I know it's really popular with a lot of people on this site. And yeah was talking with someone recently about how imagination is the most erotic thing, and yeah even with that watching something that I really wasn't into led to idea that for me were quite hot (and actually the idea I had in my mind wasn't exactly what I'd written, it was something else again which led to what I've written now which is again different. It is actually the idea of crowds of people standing around not daring to touch but you know once one starts a lot will that turns me on.)
