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Dared into Her (TG Story) - Part 13
🕑 Added 2025-09-11 11:26:53 +0000 UTCDared into Her (TG Story)
By FemmeForge
It was supposed to be a stupid late-night joke — a drunk, mean-spirited dare to humiliate the shy virgin of the group.
One ritual. A mirror. A copper bowl. A “lust offering.”
Shy, dick-starved virgin Ethan never stood a chance once his friends found that shady “summon a succubus” ritual online.
They pin him in the spotlight, ripping into him with filthy jokes about how he’d look as a woman — huge, soft tits spilling over his hands, a fat jiggling ass you could bounce coins off, and a dripping little pussy just begging for the first cock that got near it.
Ethan knew it was fake. His friends knew it was fake. That didn’t stop them from pinning him down in the filthiest way possible — teasing him, taunting him, painting vivid pictures of what he’d look like with fat tits, a perfect ass, and a dripping little pussy. They laughed, they dared, they pushed… until he said yes.
By the time it’s over, Ethan’s gone — replaced by a wide-eyed, soaking-wet slut who can barely stand without rubbing her thighs together.
Now Ethan is about to find out just how far a silly dare can go… and how hot, humiliating, and irreversible becoming the perfect fuckable plaything can really be.
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Part 13
Eliza’s lips were still slick with Mason’s release when she turned back toward him, eyes heavy, pupils blown wide with hunger. Her chest rose and fell in frantic little heaves, tits jiggling obscenely with each breath as cum trickled down her cleavage.
She licked her lips slowly, deliberately, tasting herself and him at once, before her gaze dropped to his still-hard cock twitching just inches from her face.
“Mmmhnnn… Masonnn” she purred, voice dripping like syrup, “your cock’s still sooo big… still sooo hard… I need it on my tongue.”
Before he could answer, she leaned in and dragged her tongue along the fat shaft, smearing spit and leftover cum in one wet stripe. The taste made her moan outright — a lewd, shuddering sound that vibrated against his cock.
Mason’s eyes rolled back, a groan tearing out of him. “Fffuuuck, Eliza—what the hell are you doing to me? I just came and I’m still—fuck—you’re making me harder.”
She wrapped both hands around his base, tits pressed tight to his thighs, and flicked her tongue teasingly at the swollen head before kissing it softly, sweetly — then sucking it into her mouth with a wet schhlp.
Her moan echoed around him as she slurped, sloppy and eager, spit running down her chin and onto her tits.
Cass let out a sharp laugh, crossing her arms. “Oh my god. Look at her. Friend one night, cockslut the next. You’re not Ethan anymore — you’re Mason’s personal cock polisher.”
Eliza gagged once on the thick head, tears shining at the corners of her eyes, but moaned louder through it, pulling back with a pop. Strings of spit hung from her lips, glistening. “Mmmh, I love it, Masonnn. Gimme more, let me suck you clean… pleaaaseee.”
Mason’s hands shook as they buried themselves in her hair, voice a low growl. “Goddamn it, Eliza… you’re perfect. Keep sucking. Don’t you dare stop.”
Mason’s restraint snapped. The second Eliza’s pouty lips closed around his shaft again, he grabbed two fistfuls of her hair and yanked her head back just enough to look her in the eyes.
“You wanted my cock, slut? You begged for it. Now you’re gonna fucking take it.”
Before she could moan a reply, he shoved forward. His fat cockhead slammed past her lips, stretching her mouth wide, and his hips drove in hard until the tip hit the back of her throat with a wet glk.
Eliza gagged, eyes flying wide — but instead of pulling away, the curse twisted her moans into a hungry purr that vibrated around his cock. Her mascara-slick lashes fluttered, tears spilling down her cheeks as she tried to breathe through her nose.
“Yesss,” Mason growled, rutting his hips, his cock pistoning into her wet mouth. “Take it, Eliza. Gag on it. You’re not my buddy anymore — you’re my cocksleeve.”
Her muffled cries bubbled around his shaft, sloppy and wet. Spit poured down her chin, strings connecting her lips to the veiny meat splitting them apart. Each thrust made her fat tits bounce wildly where they pressed against his thighs, obscene weight jiggling with every slam.
Cass barked a laugh from the couch, her voice sharp, merciless. “Holy shit! He’s using your throat like a pussy, Eliza. Listen to you gag — you sound like a pornstar already!”
Mason hissed through clenched teeth, sweat dripping down his temple as his pace quickened. He slammed into her face again and again, each thrust pulling ragged glkkk and slchhh sounds from her stretched lips.
Her nails dug into his thighs, not to push him away — but to brace herself, her reflection in the mirror showing mascara running, drool spilling, tits bouncing as Mason fucked her face raw.
“God, yes, choke on it!” Mason snarled, shoving so deep his balls slapped against her chin. “You begged for cock — now your throat’s my pussy. You’re mine, Eliza. Fucking mine.”
Her eyes rolled back, tongue lolling as he face-fucked her harder, spit and precum splattering down her tits. Each thrust pulled louder moans out of her chest, guttural and filthy, twisting every gag into a needy whine.
Cass leaned forward, grinning like the devil. “Oh my god, she loves it. Look at her. Ethan would’ve puked. Eliza’s drooling like a bitch in heat.”
Mason snarled and held her head still, thrusting so deep she choked outright, throat bulging around him. Her nails clawed his thighs, but instead of pulling away, she moaned — a trembling, porn-star moan that rattled his cock all the way to the base.
Mason wasn’t anywhere near finished. His cock throbbed hot inside Eliza’s mouth, but instead of giving her relief, he gripped her hair tighter and yanked her face back, strings of spit snapping between her lips and his shaft.
She gasped desperately for air, chest heaving, tits wobbling with the motion. Her glossy lips were swollen, spit dripping down her chin in obscene trails.
“Look at you,” Mason growled, dragging his cock across her cheek before shoving it back between her lips with a wet shhlp. “Sloppy little cockdoll. You were a virgin loser, now you’re a drooling throat whore.”
He slammed back into her mouth, his hips snapping with brutal rhythm. Each thrust made her eyes roll back, gagging and moaning, throat bulging visibly as he used her face like a sleeve. Drool sprayed with every choke, soaking her tits, dripping onto her thighs.
Cass laughed cruelly from the side, clapping mockingly. “Fuck, she’s a mess! Look at her mascara running, spit everywhere — that’s not a man, that’s a cumrag!”
Eliza clawed weakly at Mason’s thighs, not to stop him, but to steady herself as her reflection in the mirror showed just how obscene she looked: face-fucked, tits bouncing, drool everywhere. Her tears only made it worse, streaking down flushed cheeks that looked pornstar-perfect now.
Mason groaned through clenched teeth, pounding harder. “Goddamn, listen to yourself, Eliza. Every gag, every choke — it’s just music. You love this cock. Admit it.”
She tried to speak around him, but it only came out as a garbled, gurgling moan. Spit bubbled out of the corners of her mouth, and when he yanked her head off again, she gasped, “Mmmnhhh—p-please—lemme suck it more—pleaseee~!”
Cass barked a laugh. “Begging for the cock she was choking on. Pathetic.”
Mason’s eyes darkened. He shoved back in without mercy, rutting her face raw. The room filled with wet, sloppy glk-glk-glk sounds, spit pouring down her tits until they gleamed in the candlelight.
Her body shook as she moaned helplessly around him, every gag twisting into whiny, needy whimpers. Mason ground his cock against her tongue, slapping her face with his base before plunging in again, watching her reflection as her throat swallowed him.
“Say it,” he snarled, pulling out just enough to let her sob for breath. His cock slapped her lips wetly. “Say you love being my slut. Say you want to swallow me.”
Eliza’s voice cracked, broken, slutty. “Mmmhhhnnn—yes, Mason—your slut—your cocksucker—lemme swallow it, pleaaaseee~!”
Her tits jiggled as she shook, spit still dribbling down her chin. Mason’s cock slapped against her tongue, and he growled deep in his chest, thrusting forward again, rutting her throat harder, faster.
Mason couldn’t hold back anymore. His grip on Eliza’s hair tightened until her scalp stung, his cock plunging deep into her spit-slick throat with brutal, sloppy thrusts. Her reflection in the mirror showed everything: mascara streaks, lips swollen and dripping, tits wobbling with every choke.
His hips jerked once—twice—then slammed home with a guttural growl.
“Fuuuckkk—!” Mason snarled, eyes rolling back as his cock pulsed inside her throat.
Eliza’s eyes flew wide as the first hot flood blasted straight down her gullet. Thick, salty ropes pumped deep, coating her throat before she could even react. She gagged, moaned, clutched at his thighs—but Mason held her tight, grinding his cock down her throat while his cum poured in heavy spurts.
Glrk—glrk—glrk!
She swallowed instinctively, the sound obscene, her throat working around his cock as more and more flooded in. Spunk bubbled at the corners of her lips, dripping down her chin to streak across her tits.
Cass cackled from the side, clapping mockingly. “Look at her! Stuffed full of cum and loving it!”
Mason groaned louder, rutting through the aftershocks, each thrust forcing her to gulp another mouthful. “Take it, Eliza—take all of it—you’re my cocksucker now!”
Her own reflection betrayed her: eyes half-lidded, tears streaking her face, spit and cum drooling down her chin as she whimpered around his cock.
When Mason finally pulled back, thick strings of seed snapped across her lips and tits. She gasped desperately for air, coughing, drool and cum spraying, then licked her lips instinctively—moaning at the taste.
Mason smirked down at her, chest heaving. “Fuck… you swallowed like a natural. Born for it.”
Eliza trembled, face glazed with spit and cum, her voice a weak, breathy moan.
“Mmmhh… ohhh goddd~… I really did…”
Eliza stayed on her knees, trembling, spit and cum slick across her lips and chin. She should’ve been gagging, should’ve been shoving Mason away in disgust — but instead her tongue darted out, catching a stray bead at the corner of her mouth. The salty heat coated her taste buds, and her whole body shivered.
Her reflection in the mirror stared back at her: mascara streaks, tits glistening with drool and cum, lips swollen and glossy. She looked… fucked. Used. Degraded. And yet, her pussy clenched tight at the sight.
She swallowed again, slowly this time, savoring the thick taste that lingered at the back of her throat. Her voice came out soft, high, almost reverent.
“Ohhh… god… I… I liked it…”
Her dainty hand slid to her throat, tracing where Mason’s cock had been forcing her to gulp moments ago. The bruised, raw soreness there only made her moan. “It felt… so full… so right.”
Cass snorted, cruel grin sharp as ever. “Listen to her. Cum-drunk already. Doesn’t even need a cock inside her to moan like a pornstar.”
Eliza’s other hand moved almost without thought, sliding down her slick stomach, nails dragging across smooth skin until it hovered at the top of her swollen slit. She whispered at her reflection, voice shaky, needy.
“Ethan never got this. Ethan never swallowed anything but shame… but Eliza—Eliza’s a good little cumslut…”
She licked another streak off her lips, shuddering with a pornographic moan. “Mmmnhhh… I wanna taste more… I need more.”
Her eyes flicked up to Mason’s cock — still heavy, still wet with spit and cum. Her thighs quivered, her body betraying her again.
Eliza crawled closer to the mirror, her tits swaying heavy beneath her as strands of spit and cum swung from her chin. Her reflection stared back at her — ruined mascara, pouty cock-sucking lips, cleavage glistening with pearly streaks. She pressed her forehead to the glass, panting like a bitch in heat, every breath fogging the surface.
Her fingers trailed down her throat again, circling where Mason’s cock had bruised her voice into husky whimpers. She moaned, louder now, watching her reflection’s mouth spill filth on its own.
“Ohhh god… look at me… I swallowed it… every drop… I loved ittt~.”
Her tongue lolled, dragging against the glass where she smeared the cum still slick on her lips, licking her own reflection. “Mmmh… I taste like him… like cum… I’m not Ethan anymore… Ethan would’ve puked…” She grinned wickedly at herself, eyes glassy. “…but Eliza drinks it down like a good little whore.”
Her hands rose to her tits — fat, swollen, obscene pillows that dwarfed her dainty arms. She kneaded them hard, moaning when cum squished under her palms and oozed down her cleavage.
“Yesss… fat toys… heavy fuck-pillows… everyone’s gonna stare at me. Everyone’s gonna want me.”
Her thighs clapped together when she bucked her hips, her bare pussy grinding against the floor. Her reflection gasped right back at her, mascara running, tits smeared with spit and cum, begging for more.
Cass’s laughter cut sharp, taunting from behind. “Ohhh, she’s gone. She’s actually getting off watching herself slut it up. Look at her! Face full of jizz and she’s moaning like she’s proud.”
Eliza cried out, groping herself harder, her voice shattering into breathy porn moans. “I am proud! I’m not Ethan… Ethan was nothing. Bland. Forgettable. But Eliza—Eliza’s a dirty little cumdrunk slut. Eliza’s perfect.”
She mashed her tits against the mirror, smearing the surface with sweat and cum, then licked a trail down the glass between them, moaning at her own reflection. “Mmmmhh—Eliza’s so fucking hot. Eliza deserves cock. Eliza deserves more cum.”
Her words blurred into whimpers, her body trembling like she was already teetering on climax just from seeing herself.
Eliza’s nails scraped down the mirror, leaving streaks of spit and sweat as she pressed her tits harder against the glass. Her own reflection mocked her — tits swollen and dripping, mascara wrecked, lips cock-glossy and begging. Every breath she saw fogging up the glass only drove her deeper.
Her hips ground against the floor, ass bouncing lewdly as she moaned. “Mmmnhhh… god, I’m so close, I’m gonna lose it—gonna cum just from looking at myself~!” Her reflection said it back, slutty lips mouthing every word, every moan, and she nearly sobbed at how hot she looked.
But then her head whipped toward Mason, pupils blown wide, drool still sliding down her chin. Her voice came out ragged, desperate, high-pitched porn-slick.
“Masonnnn… p-please—gimme more. I need it. I need another load—before I lose it completely~!”
She staggered forward on shaky legs, tits wobbling heavy, ass clapping with every step. She fell to her knees in front of him again, clutching his thighs, moaning into his bulge like it was oxygen. “I can still taste it—your cum—it’s still in my throat. I want it again, I want more, I’ll choke for you, I’ll swallow everything, pleaseee~!”
Her reflection in the mirror behind her showed it all: a girl on her knees, tits hanging, mouth open and dripping, begging for cock. Cass’s laugh cracked sharp from the side, cruel and gleeful. “Holy shit, she’s addicted already. One load and she’s cock-hungry. Look at her begging.”
Mason gritted his teeth, his cock twitching in his hand as he stared down at her. His voice came out hoarse, half-growl, half-moan. “You want it that bad, slut? You want me to paint your throat again?”
Eliza’s moan was sharp, wet, obscene. She nodded frantically, drool spilling fresh down her chin as her tits bounced with every little shake of her body. “Yesss—fuck—fill me up, Mason, cum down my throat till I can’t breathe—Eliza needs it, Eliza can’t stop—make me your cocksucker again~!”
Her pussy twitched hard just from saying it, a wet ache dripping down her thighs. She didn’t even notice she was grinding against the floor again.
Mason couldn’t take it anymore. Her begging, her drooling, the way her tits swung every time she lurched closer — it broke him. With a grunt, he grabbed her hair, yanking her face up to his cock. His voice was raw, feral.
“Fine. You want it? You’re fucking getting it.”
Eliza gasped, wide-eyed, but the sound was swallowed the instant he shoved his cock past her lips. Her throat spasmed, gag reflex flaring, spit exploding down her chin — but her moan vibrated around his length, needy, desperate.
“Fuckkkk—” Mason hissed, thrusting harder, faster, each slam of his hips forcing his cock deeper until her nose was buried in his skin. “Look at you. My best friend — now my cocksleeve.”
Her nails clawed at his thighs, not to push him away but to drag him deeper. The mirror caught it all: her mascara running, tits wobbling violently, spit strings snapping as Mason pulled out only to ram back in. She choked, gagged — and moaned louder.
Cass laughed sharp from the side, voice cruel. “Ohhh, she’s loving it. Look at that sloppy bitch face. You’re throat-fucking her like she was built for it.”
Eliza’s eyes rolled, drool pouring down her chin, her moans broken and wet. She wasn’t speaking anymore, just garbled, slutty noises that begged for more even as Mason’s cock battered her throat raw.
“Take it, Eliza,” Mason growled, sweat beading on his brow. “Take all of it. You’re mine now — my perfect little cocksucker.” He slapped her tits with his free hand, watching them bounce while her throat bulged around him.
Her moans hitched higher, her pussy dripping onto the floor as her entire body betrayed her. She was gone — consumed by the curse, by Mason’s cock, by her own filthy reflection moaning in the mirror.
Mason’s thrusts grew frantic, brutal, the slap of his hips echoing with every plunge. His voice broke into a guttural moan. “Ohhh fuck, I’m gonna—!”
And then he lost it.
His cock exploded down her throat, hot pulses firing straight into her belly. She gagged, choked, moaned — and swallowed, again and again, gulping around the mess like she couldn’t get enough. Cum splattered out of her nose, down her chin, coating her tits as Mason groaned through his orgasm, grinding deep until every last drop was buried inside her.
When he finally pulled out, gasping, Eliza collapsed forward onto her hands, coughing, drooling, cum dripping down her breasts in obscene ropes. She looked up into the mirror, face wrecked, tits glazed, lips swollen and shiny.
And she smiled.
Her voice was broken, breathless, but dripping with lust.
“I… I love swallowing you…”
To be continued...
