Uhhh

Do you want to lick my asshole?

Do you want to stick your tongue up my ass?

Do you want to make out with my hairy, soft, masculine butt?

Do you want to wriggle your little tongue as deep as it goes up my shithole and tongue it while my balls rest on your face?

Do you want to slobber and moan like a horny bitch in heat while I smother you with your pretty little face buried deep inside my asscrack?

My doctor enters the room again, then locks the door behind her. Offering me a warm smile, she sits down onto the rotating chair and slides on over, positioning herself between my spread legs. I swallow thickly, watching her guide the rolling tray of tools beside her.

I curl my toes as she pushes up my gown, exposing my wet pussy even more. I’m too embarrassed to look, but a thick silence fills the air.

“Hmmm... how interesting,” she hums.

I turn my head, meeting her eyes.

“You’re quite wet right now.”

I gape, my face turning bright right. She meets my eyes and chuckles softly, shaking her head.

“Nothing to be embarrassed of. It’s normal. But... I’ve never seen one as wet as yours.”

I gasp softly as her gloved fingertips part my lips, massaging my vulva. As she parts them, her eyes flicker with desire. I can hardly control myself and grip onto the sides of the chair. My eyes slip shut and my mind begins to go cloudy. I’m already unbareably horny, unable to comprehend any thoughts drifting through my hollow mind.

“I might... have to do a more in depth examinination,” she says clinically. “Just to ensure that nothing negative is the cause for all of this secretion.”

All I can think is that I know exactly why I’m sopping wet.

My breaths tremble as she presses her hands against my inner thighs, and I can feel my hole clenching. She reaches to the table and takes a speculum—I can feel my back arch as the cold metal touches my warm cunt, and I jolt at the sensation of my pussy being stretched open. My legs come up from the stirrups and my doctor mumbles something, pulling the speculum away.

“Please try not to move. It makes it difficult to position the speculum properly.”

When she tries again, I fail. I whisper an apology, licking my lips. She shakes her head.

“Well, there is another way,” she says. I watch as she gets up and moves to her desk. When she sits back down my eyes fall upon the leather straps and padlocks. My clit throbs hard at the sight and I can feel myself grow more aroused by the second. “I can secure your legs into the stirrups. That way we don’t need to concern ourselves with any movement that may interfere with this examination.”

“O-Okay,” I stutter.

I can only think about my pulsating pussy and the sensation of leather kissing my skin. She maneuvers straps around both of my ankles, fastening them to the stirrups, then padlocks them into place. I’m surprised when she continues up my legs, next securing both knees, and then finally my thighs. I attempt to pull my legs from the stirrups to no avail—it’s like I’m glued to the device. And there is absolutely nothing I can do now to free myself. My doctor has the keys to the padlocks. It’s her choice to free me or not—I could be stuck here the rest of my life if she decided.

Those thoughts continue to pour into my mind. I squirm, my fingers curling around the sides of the chair. I want nothing more than to reach between my thighs and rub my clit to an explosive orgasm. I want to grip my tits and pull my nipples and moan louder than ever before. But I can’t. Unless I want to embarrass myself more than I already have.

Her gloved hands return to my thighs, and I feel goosebumps raising on my skin. I breathe heavily as she inserts the speculum, my hole being stretched wide. My doctor continues to work with a blank face—her professionalism is uncanny, but then again, she’s a doctor. That’s her job.

“Your vulva appears perfectly healthy. I’m going to examine your vagina and cervix now. I’m going to push your gown up further so I can see your abdomen.”

I watch with parted lips as she pushes my gown up, revealing my lower stomach. Her eyes skim over the rest of my body, stopping level with my tits. I know she can see my hard nipples pressing against that damn fabric. I subconsciously try to pull my legs free, and instantly move my arms to cover myself.

“Try to keep your arms by your side. I’m going to insert my fingers inside of your cunt.”

My eyes widen at the crude language she uses, but before I can say anything (not that I really even wanted too—I found that her language only heightened my arousal) I feel her fingers enter my dripping hole. I can’t help the moans that escape my lips. Her fingers move in circles inside of me, and she only pushes them deeper. Her other hand is pressing down on my abdomen. For a moment I swear she touched my g-spot, because my toes are curling and my back is arching. I immediately go to reach for her hands, wanting to pushing them deeper—make her fingers move faster. I’m right about to cum, leaking pathetically and making a mess all over my thighs and the tissue paper that sits beneath my bottom.

But she retracts her fingers. It only takes a moment for me to realize what I have just done, and my face is beet red. Holy fuck, I almost just came at the gynocologist. On her fingers. And I was moaning. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m beyond humiliated, angry at myself for letting my horniness get the best of me. What am I, a teenage boy? I should be able to control myself, not act like some slut during the middle of a medical examination!

“I’m—“

“I told you to hold your arms by your side. I also can’t have you making so much noise. What would the people outside my office think? Are you trying to get me in trouble?” she asks. Her tone is even and firm, yet still slightly degrading.

I’m flabbergasted. “No-no, of course I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble, ma’am.”

She again gets up and goes to her desk. When she returns, there are more straps and padlocks, some of them longer than others.

“My only option is to further restrain you. If not, this will be the end of your examination. You can return home, however this visit will still be charged.”

Deep down I knew I didn’t want to leave. And I had already payed for the visit. I felt bad, too. I didn’t want to get her in trouble.

“Yes... yes that’s fine. Of course.”

My clit has a heart beat of its own. And as I watch her fasten my wrists to the sides of the chair, padlocking them into place, the heart beat gets louder and louder. I’m shocked when she continues to fasten the straps around my chest, one of them above my breasts and the other below. It’s humiliating—they look magnified and huge from being squeezed together, and my nipples are even more noticeable. Another strap is fed along my abdomen, until I’m compeltely secured to the chair, my legs spread wide and my slick, puffy pussy on display to my doctor. The gown hardly offers much coverage anymore.

“I will also ask that you consent to this being placed into your mouth.” She shows me the device, and my eyes widen. It appears to be a gag. The strap is black, but the center is a silver ring, and there are several metallic appendages that are fixed off the ring. It looks as if it can be screwed in a certain manner.

Still, I nod, opening my mouth for her. Her heels click as she walks around my restrained body, and she settles the ring behind my teeth. I groan at the uncomfortable feeling of my mouth being stretched wide open, coughing gently when she strictly fastens it. I don’t notice that she pulls the strap as tight as possible, buckling the gag into place.

When she walks back around to face me, she reaches forward, gripping the screws on either side of the gag. I’m surprised when she starts to twist, the gag only stretching wider and wider until I can’t possibly expand my jaw open any further. I’ve never been more uncomfortable in my life, and I begin to shake my head, my incoherent pleas for release and relief going unnoticed.

I realized now what I’ve done. I’ve compeltely given up control to my doctor—a woman I hardly even know. And now I’m restrained entirely to this chair, hardly able to move an inch, strictly gagged and already drooling all over my chest. I can’t fathom how utterly pathetic I must look right now, but all I can do is wait for the examination is over to be released.

When she sits back down in the chair between my thighs, I watch her eyes scan over my bound form. She removes her gloves, only to replace them with a fresh pair, then returns to focusing on my exposed cunt. I groan again as her fingers penetrate me, pumping away slowly, milking me towards the edge. I squirm freely in my bonds, grunting as I tug against the iron-like restrains. All I can do is curl my toes and my fingers and shake my head from side to side.

I can hear the squelching of my juices, and she increases her pace, curling her fingers inside of me. My clit is throbbing, desperate for attention I wonder if it will ever receive. As soon as I’m about to cum, she again withdraws her fingers. I’m panting and sweating, drool seeping down my chin and neck.

“I think I know exactly why you’re so wet,” she says. “A couple other patients of mine participate in orgasm denial with their partners as well. It’s quite easy to tell a denied pussy from a satisfied one. Yours is... quite denied. I hope you don’t mind if I see for myself how far you can be pushed.”

I begin to thrash in my bonds, making every attempt in the book to free myself or at least hide myself from her. But there’s nothing I can do. I watch helplessly as she picks up the pair of scissors on the tray and takes them to my gown. She cuts away at the fabric, eventually managing to slip the remainder of the material out from beneath the straps binding my chest to the chair. Now, I’m truly on display. My tits and pussy are both out, and my nipples are completely hard.

I groan as she massages my tits, tweaking my nipples between her fingertips. She slaps at them, prodding them with her fingers.

“Incredible,” she hums in approval.

She gets up and when she returns, there’s a series of toys in her hands. The medical equipment once on the tray was now replaced with a plethora of toys she intended to use for my torture. A vibrator, a dildo, nipple clamps, weights, a makeup brush, and a feather all sit in a nice line.

I whimper when the clamps are fastened onto my nipples. There’s no hesitation when the weights are added, pulling down on my tits. The burning sensation coaxes me to the edge, and I watch in horror as she picks up the dildo. My moans fill the room as she fills me entirely with the toy, pushing it to the hold then using a strip of tape to hold it in place. Her fingers ghost along my lips, and my entire body tenses with pleasure when she takes to fingers to my clit, applying plenty of pressure to the aching spot.

“I have never seen a cunt as soaked as yours in my life. Seeing as you’re a slut for denial, I hope you won’t mind if coax a few edges out of you myself, dear.”

My body is on fire as I approach the edge, whimpering in defeat when those fingers leave me hanging once more.

“Now for the brush.”

She grabs the delicate brush and drags it through my folds, soaking the bristles and drawing circles around my clit. She paints my pussy with my own wetness, and I’m trembling all over. I pull at my wrists, my tits heaving with every breath I take. My jaw aches terribly, but the feeling of an incoming orgasm cancels out any sliver of discomfort I might feel—maybe the discomfort even adds.

I lose track of the amount of edges performed with the brush. All I know is that by the end of it, I had made a mess of the tissue paper beneath me.

My doctor takes a moment to pause, allowing me a break. But not much longer goes by before she continues on with the edges using the vibrator. She drags the buzzing toy all around my cunt on its lowest seething, teasing my inner thighs and pussy lips. I gasp as she places the toy against my tortured nipples, which she eventually removed the clamps from.

When she stops, it’s to look at her phone.

“Excuse me for a moment. I’m being requested at the front desk. I will return shortly, please remain where you are and try to not make any noise.”

I try to beg her to not leave—or to at least let me cum before she disappears, but there’s nothing I can say or do.

But my heart drops into my stomach as she opens the door, swinging it wide open. She kicks a door stopper in, fixing it in place so that the room is completely open to anyone who may walk back. I watch her, unable to comprehend my own shock. There’s no way she would just leave it open like that, not when I look like this—

I thrash in my bonds, crying out for her. This is utterly humiliating. I can’t believe this. There are tears in my eyes, but nothing I can do as she heads down the hallway.

I don’t know how to act as doctors and nurses pass the door. Some of them simply ignore my pathetic form while others will stop at the doorway, stare, and laugh and my predicament. I can only watch with pleading eyes, my cheeks hot pink at the thought of them being able to see my pussy spread open all for them.

One doctor even entered, walking circles around me, their gloves hands examining every inch of my skin. Their fingers prodded at my tits and flicked my nipples, chuckling when they managed to stirr a reaction out of me.

“Very nice tits,” they said. “And a pretty pussy too.”

After a few gentle pats on my cunt and stroking my inner thighs, they left.

A few nurses had gathered in front of the door not long after. They pointed and snickered at me, pulling out their phones to snap a few pictures of the new office slut.

“What a whore.”

“Yeah, she’s a slut. Look at how wet she is.”

“Pathetic.”

My doctor returns a few moments later with a clipboard, closes the door, then sits down.

“I’ve decided to schedule you for a follow up visit next week. There are a few more tests I would like to run; however, I don’t have the exact equipment needed to properly run these certain tests today.”

I can only imagine what she has planned.

“I’m going to have you sit tight while I fill out the rest of your chart. Also, you are absolutely not allowed to touch yourself under any circumstances until the next visit. At that point I will decide what your body requires—or, more specially, your cunt. If you think you will have trouble obeying these rules, nod now and I will have one of the nurses bring in a device to assist you through the week.”

I pondered for a moment. I had already planned on rubbing my cunt raw as soon as I got into my car... but I was intruiged. And still ridiculously horny. I moaned.

“Very well.”

A nurse entered the room moments later with a box, and my doctor finally released me from my restraints and my gag. However, I was not allowed to interrupt her as she fixed me into the contraption I would wear for the next week.

“Stand up straight, dear. Legs apart. Please place your hand on the back of your head and thrust out your tits. That’s a good girl.”

She slipped her hand down between my thighs, fingers rubbing at my clit. I moan, closing my eyes, my brows knitting together as I felt another orgasm ready to rack my body. Of course, she pulled away, leaving me aching and dripping.

Moments later, I felt metal encircle my waist, and she had me suck in comfortably. Once the belt was fixed into place, a similar metal strap was fed between my leg and pushed up against my throbbing and sopping wet pussy. I moaned, my clit twitching. She slipped the key into place and locked on the contraption. Her gloved hands pressed against the plate, and I whimpered in defeat, unable to feel any sensations against my denied clit.

“But... but—“

“No,” she said simply. “Now, you will be emailed instructions on how to clean and function every day with the device. You will also be required every day to do something that will ensure peak arousal. When you return for you next visit, I can only move forward if you have reached maximum arousal. Understand, dear?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The homework typically involves different edging techniques and different ways of touching yourself. This can include edging with your fingers, with toys, through humping, watching/listening to porn without touching, and/or only touching your nipples

Class time involves a discussion group where you talk about how effective the technique was and to what extent it increased your arousal

Because of this, discussion participation is a large part of your grade

The final exam, however, involves the professor calling up each student one by one and having them pull up their skirt/pull down their pants and inspecting their cock/pussy to evaluate the extent of their arousal, and the hornier you are, the higher your exam grade is

and then, you have to stay there with your cock/pussy exposed while the professor calculates your grade

If you end the class with a failing grade, the professor shaves your pubic hair before fitting you with a chastity device that you have to wear until the next semester, wherein you will be forced to retake the class

Although, sometimes, if the professor thinks a student's desperation is particularly pretty or pathetic, the professor will lie about the student failing the class just so they can continue the student's orgasm denial

A warm, heavy body draped over your back, settled between your legs. A thick, meaty cock settled deep inside you, twitching occasionally.

Panic overwhelms your poor sleepy brain, but before you can make a noise, a big hand clamps over your mouth. To your horror, you realize the cock inside you is soft, and the space between you two is sticky. “Shhh baby, daddy’s got you, it’s okay.”

The soreness in your lower back and cunt was starting to become obvious as he started to move, his cock hardening, growing inside you as he humped you.

“Stay quiet for daddy, I’m not nearly done with you yet.” Pulling out fully, he pushed his fat tip against your gaping hole, pushing back in slowly. Groaning the whole way. Giving you no time to adjust— why would he? You’ve already taken at least two of his loads. You can take another.

That’s it. Good girl.

Just like that— moaning, dripping, trying so hard to be good.

You think you’ve earned it, don’t you?

Yes… please… please can I cum? I’ve been good— I listened— I didn’t touch myself, I swear—

You have been good.

So obedient. So desperate.

So wet with that needy little pussy… almost cute, really.

Please… please let me finish, I’m so close— it’s right there—

No.

W-what?

I said no.

Did you really think good girls cum with their little cunt?

I— I didn’t mean— I thought—

That’s your mistake. Thinking.

I told you already, that hole’s not special anymore.

It’s soft, sure. Warm. But it’s not yours to enjoy.

Please… please don’t stop… I’m begging—

Then beg properly.

Because if you really want to cum, you’ll do it the right way.

The way dumb little bimbos do.

…my ass?

There you go.

Your real hole.

The one that proves you’ve given up everything.

You want release?

Then you’ll take it there.

Stretched. Exposed. Corrected.

Yes, Sir…

That’s what I thought.

Now roll over.

This time, you’ll cum like what you are—

She gets so fuzzy when I talk in my low lazy voice, I can see her struggling not to let it take her under everytime. But, everytime she just can't help it. She wants to be good and listen but she also knows what comes next and she can't help but whimper in anticipation as I pull her panties to her ankles. They're ones I picked out for her this morning, just like I do almost every morning, little girl style cotton panties with childish petterns. She's still embarrassed by the childish panties even though she's been wearing them almost every day for a year, so I leave them around her ankles as a little reminder that she doesn't even get to pick her panties. I see the blush creep in when she realizes they're staying around her ankles resting above her frilly socks that I also make her wear sometimes.

"Such a good girl, it looks like you've kept your big girl panties all clean so far today baby, Daddy's so proud of you!"

That really drives it home and she's now beat red probably remembering all the times I've checked and they haven't been completely clean and how humiliating it was for her. Anytime she doesn't have clean panties, it means she doesn't get to potty on her own or wipe herself for a few days. It may just be her least favorite thing.. aside from my no touching rule.

"Look how pretty Daddy's pussy is today. So soft, pink and drooly." I start parting her lips and inspecting it, feeling her start to squirm.

"I know, I know. Daddy made you wait much longer this time, didn't he? It's okay though, you're going to get used to going longer in between orgasms sweetie."

I'm smiling down at her as I tell her and my cock starts straining at my zipper when I see the scared look on her face.

"Daddy, please, I can't wait so long in between, please don't make me!" She gasps, and she almost has tears in her eyes. It's so pathetic but hot, knowing I'm the one who controls almost every aspect of her life more and more each day.

"Shh babydoll, that's enough fussing, it's quiet time for you" I had a pair of her old sexy lace panties from this morning that I came on, made her wear and then made her piss in them so they would be ruined and she would beg for her silly childish panties back. Poor thing couldn't stop crying, apparently they used to be her favorite pair. She didn't know I saved them. Now she doesn't have to say goodbye to them just yet.

I pull them from where I had them stashed

"Open wide sweetie."

Her eyes go wide, she closes her mouth and tries to turn her head.

"We don't hide from Daddy sweetie, look at me and open real big. I thought you'd be so excited to see your favorite panties again!"

I grab her jaw to turn her face towards me, but she won't open her mouth. So I hold her nose so she'll open when she needs a breath. She tries to be quick but I'm quicker, I shove them right in all the way. Next comes the tape, because I know she would try to spit them out.

"There we go, isn't that nice baby? Now you've got something yummy to suck on and keep you occupied while Daddy takes care of you."

She's got tears forming now and it's so adorable.

"Now we don't have to listen to your silly baby babble anymore. Let's just get your hands out of the way."

I secure her hands to the bed posts, so now she'll stay put.

"Beautiful. Are you still feeling the tingles baby?"

She nods and a tear slips down her cheek.

"I'm sure it was hard going a month with only edges, I wonder how you'll do when I make it two months. Would you like to find out"?

She's frantically shaking her head no with a pleading look and I chuckle.

It started with a little edging “no cumming tonight but of course you can cum tomorrow.” Then it becomes “if you’re a good girl you can cum next week.”

A few weeks later it’s “you’ve been so good during edging sessions this week, let me finger your ass while you cum tonight.”

Next week “If I can fuck your tight ass once this week, I’ll let you cum, if you aren’t ready for that then I guess you aren’t ready to cum.” eventually the desperation forces you to give in.

Then the rule changes to “I’ll only allow you to cum if I’m fucking your ass. Fucking your ass will be a special occasion, it will be for your pleasure, you can cum any way you want to, but I will be balls deep in your hole when you do.”

From there it isn’t so hard to progress to the next stage. “I’m tired of using your pussy, it’s boring and loose. Maybe if we stop using it, you’ll become a virgin again. From now on I’m just going to use your ass. We can edge you with your clit until you learn how to cum from your ass.”

“Be quiet now,” he grunted as he thrust his cock into her wet little pussy for the first time that afternoon.

“Can’t let Mommy… hear what a… dirty little girl… you’re being for Daddy,” he whispered between strokes as he got deeper and deeper inside his babygirl.

Her sweet whimpers made his gut tighten. His cock growing even harder inside the slick walls of her little cunt as it gripped him.

Sucked him.

“Daddy needs it… needs your little pussy,” he moaned into her neck as he pumped inside her faster, her small bed creaking as the strength of his thrust increased.

“Daddy,” she cried out when he reached under her body and stroked her swollen wet clit with his fingers. He captured her mouth with his, trying to silence her as they both voiced their pleasure.

Her wet little pussy was getting tighter around his cock with every circle his fingers made around her clit. Her cunt slurping at his length, tugging at him and trying to pull his cock toward her womb as his babygirl got closer to coming.

“That’s my girl… squeeze Daddy’s cock… make Daddy cum,” he forced his cock through her tightening walls, the head hitting against his babygirl’s womb. Her little pussy was driving him crazy with the need to fill her belly with his seed. The thought of her swollen with his child making his balls draw up closer to his body and his cock throb harder inside her.

“Give Daddy a baby,” he growled next to her ear as he stabbed his cock in full length strokes into her cunt.

He slapped his hand over her mouth to muffle her cries when he felt the first contraction of her cunt around his shaft. Within seconds his cock was spurting seed filled cum against the mouth of her womb as he rammed into her clenching, sucking little hole. The bed banged against the wall as he jammed every inch inside her.

“Little cunt… sucking my cum… into your belly… making a baby… fuckkkk,” he growled as his gut clinched and another spurt of cum filled his little girl’s cunt before he fell on top of her, enjoying the quivers going through the slick walls that surrounded his shaft.

He took his hand away from her mouth and kissed her deep, her tongue teasing his before they broke apart.

“Daddy’s good babygirl,” he said to her, kissing her again, unable to stop his hips from pushing against her several more times before slowly pulling out of her warm, cum filled hole.

“Don’t take it out,” she murmured, contracting around him.

“Daddy’s sorry, babygirl,” he lightly kissed her lips as he pushed two fingers into her leaking cunt hole. He pulled them out, coated in his cum and pushed them into her mouth.

“Can’t risk fucking your little cum sucking pussy anymore right now, babygirl, but once Mommy goes to sleep tonight Daddy will be back to fuck more baby seed into your little belly.”

When I woke up the next day I felt my heart pounding, wondering if Emma knew what I had done. What if she wasnt asleep? What if she had woken up by just laid there and let me molest her body? As scared as I was, I promised myself that I was not ever going to do it again. I laid in bed shaking my head. I couldnt. And couldnt believe that I had. I told myself I wasn’t allowed to even think about her in such a way ever again. No. I can’t. I told myself as the thought of me fingering her last night, how tight her pussy was, how she looked so perfect laying there fast asleep as I put my finger in her over and over, cumming all over her perfect cunt. I groaned, feeling my dick move, and reached down beneath the covers and started to stroke my dick.

I closed my eyes and imagined her. “Oh Emma..” I groaned quietly, my wife already out of bed, probably downstairs making us breakfast. 

“Ungh,..Emma..” I groaned quietly stroking my cock faster now that it was rock hard at the thought of her. “Daddys girl…” I said to myself remembering her perky tits, and those hard nipples on my tongue. “fuck….daddy wants to fuck you…” I imagined her awake , laying there, legs spread, temping me with her wet cunt. I imagined her telling me to take her, begging for my dick inside her. Imagined her telling me to fuck her virgin pussy. I groaned, jerking myself off, pushing the covers down, laying in bed on my back staring at the ceiling. I closed my eyes again and started to thrust my cock into my own hand, imagining it was her pussy, and not my hand on my cock. I squeezed a little tighter, trying to think of how tight her pussy would feel. I groaned. “Oh emma” I groaned. “Youre going to make Daddy cum..” I groaned. “Im gonna cum in that tight little pussy…that hot teenage cunt…” I groaned. “Daddys going to put his cum deep inside you Emma” I groaned again as I started to cum. I groaned out louder as my cum shot up onto my stomach and chest. “Fuuuuuuuck” I whispered to myself wishing every drop was inside of her, and not on my chest and stomach. 

I laid there, my hand falling from my cock as it throbbed.

“Shit” I said, realizing I had made a huge mistake last night. And there was no way I was going to be able to stop thinking about her. And as much as I told myself I’d never touch her like that again , I was still hoping the day would pass quickly, and she’d fall asleep early, so I could touch her again. So I could be a dirty old man, and play with her cunt again. I wondered if I’d ever get the balls to fuck her. To put my cock in her. 

I sat up and went to our bathroom and wiped my cum from my chest and stomach, cleaning myself up, and throwing on some pajama pants and a t shirt, and walked downstairs. 

Emma and my wife sitting at the table eating breakfast. 

“Rise and shine” my wife said. 

I smiled. “Good morning” I looked to Emma, who looked up from her cereal and phone and smiled slightly and looked back to her phone.

“Morning Dad” she said as she normally does. I felt my heart race a little less, she didnt seem any different, she must have really been asleep. 

—-

The day had dragged and as I laid in bed with my wife, I thought about Emma. Looking over to my wife who had just fallen asleep. Wishing I was sharing our bed with Emma instead. I felt guilty. If my wife ever found out what I had done, or even if I had any of these thoughts of Emma, instead of her, she’d kill me. 

I waited patiently, watching tv in bed, with the volume low, waiting for my wife to fall asleep. And hoping that Emma was too. 

I waited an hour or so and then got out of bed, and walked to Emma’s room. My heart beating fast, seeing the light on in her bedroom, hearing the tv going. I turned the door knob and opened slowly, peeking in. 

The covers weren’t kicked off yet, but she was on her back, and her eyes were closed. I called her name quietly.

then again. a little louder. And again. 

No moving. No reply. 

I opened the door further and stepped in quietly and shut the door behind me and locked it. 

My dick was already moving in my sleep shorts, thinking about the things I said I wasnt going to do again.  She was wearing a loosely fitted grey tank top, that had the side of her breast hanging out one side. I lifted the covers carefully as I got to the bed, pulling them down and off her, and she was wearing a pair of grey cotton boy cut panties. Almost looked like tiny little shorts. I smiled seeing them cling to her just like her panties she had last night. And the thin line her pussy lips created. 

My hand automatically went to her pussy, and slid over it, cupping it, rubbing my hand over it, my middle finger sliding up between the slit of her panties, and pushing back down. 

I looked at her and moved further up, standing near her face at the side of the bed, and pulled down my shorts from my hips, taking my cock in my hand, and jerking it off near her mouth. Looking at her. Reaching down, and pulling her tank top to the side, pushing the fabric to the middle, between her breasts, letting her one breast hang out, I rubbed the nipple, then lifted my hand to my mouth, licking my fingers, leaving some of my saliva at my finger tips, and reaching down and rubbing it over her nipple. Smiling as I watched her nipple glisten, as I wet it with my saliva. I flicked my finger over her nipple watching it get a little hard. Flicking it more, jerking myself off faster near her face as I continued teasing her nipple with my finger. 

“Sexy girl…” I groaned “daddys girl” I said quietly and then stopped playing with her nipple and pushd my hips forward, and carefully placed the head of my cock and her mouth which was slightly parted, testing it…seeing if she would move, or stir in her sleep. She didnt. 

I groaned sliding the shaft of my cock along her lips, between them, feeling her soft lips on my cock.

“Oh baby….kiss daddys cock..” I groaned” ungh, yeah….kiss it baby…” I whispered.. “put that pretty mouth all over daddys dick…” I said sliding it back and forth over her mouth. I put my hand on her face and turned it slightly a little more towards me and carefully pushed the head of my cock against her lips again, nudging against her mouth, manipulating her mouth carefully, groaning as the head of my cock was past her lips. 

“Fuck” my heart raced, I couldnt believe what I was doing, couldnt believe she wasnt waking up, just laying there,  deep asleep as I started to push my cock into her mouth just a little more.

“Good girl…” I said as I slid the head of my cock back out and then back in. I spit in my hand, and reached down, getting the top half of my cock wet and putting it back against her lips, pushing it back between her lips, manipulating them again. 

“Oh yeah…” I groaned as the head of my cock slipped right past her lips this time. “Oh god emma…suck daddys cock…” I groaned, carefully, and slowly, only shoving the first inch or so of my cock into her mouth, wanting to put more of it in her…..wanting to make it touch her fucking throat.  Wanting her to wake up, choking on my cock. I groaned.  My hand on the side of her face, sliding back behind her head as I moved a little faster, still only letting the very top of my cock fuck her mouth. 

“That’s it Emma….mmmmm….let daddy fuck that pretty mouth….you gonna make daddy cum?  …is my little girl gonna drink it all up?” I groaned looking at her. I stroked my cock with the head of it pressed against her lips, and moved it back slightly as I continued to jerk myself off, aiming my cock at her mouth. 

“Daddys good girl…..ungh fuck….daddys gonna cum baby…” I groaned, wondering if the cum hitting her mouth, or the taste of it would wake her. I moved down, and aimed it at her breast instead. And started to blow my load all over her exposed breasts. Watching my cum shoot over her nipple, some getting on her shirt. I grunted as I worked the rest of it out, it felt so good to release again, release my cum all over my hot daughters tits. 

“Shit….” I cursed as I leaned over and rubbed the head of my cock over her nipple, in the mess of my cum and then moved back to her mouth, and let the head of my cock graze her lips. I grinned to myself, decorating her mouth, watching my cum coat her lips. 

“Taste it baby….taste daddys cum…” I said my dick brushing over her lip and pushing past them a little. I was sick. I was so wrong for this, all of it. But I wanted my cum in her mouth, even if it was just a hint of it. I wanted to make her taste me. 

“good girl” I groaned looking down at her still asleep, she moved just slightly and sighed in her sleep , her mouth opening and closing a few times. I froze. 

she stayed asleep and I smiled, pulling my sleep shorts up, and again , not cleaning my cum off her, but pulling her tank top back over her breast. I smiled thinking of how it would make her shirt stick to her chest as it dried. 

I grabbed her blanket covering her back up, but then stopped, looking at her pussy in her panties that I had barely touched. 

“Does Daddys little girl want me to play with her pussy again?” I asked her as if she was awake. 

“Did you like when daddy had his finger inside you baby?” I asked as I pushed the covers back to the foot of the bed. 

“Mmmmm….” I said, gently sliding my fingertips up the inside of her thigh and then rubbing her panties. 

I couldnt stop. I didnt care that I had just cum, and probably couldnt get hard again. I just wanted to touch her, to play with her , to take advantage of my time with her as she slept. I wondered how long I’d stay in her room tonight. 

I pushed her legs together slowly, grabbing her panties carefully, pushing the back of them down into the bed, as I carefully removed them, pulling them down from the back, then from the front, then the back again as I slowly pulled them all the way off her legs. 

“Mmmm there we go…take these panties off for daddy…show him that sweet pussy…” I said carefully parting her legs again. 

“Such a cute little pussy baby…” I said standing on the side of the bed reaching over, rubbing it.  

I pushed my middle finger between her lips, sliding it up and down her slit, lifting my finger to my mouth, wetting a few of them, reaching down and rubbing my saliva over her pussy, allowing my fingers to slip nicely up and down her perfect slit. 

“There we go…..nice and wet….so daddys can rub his little girl….” I said. 

“You like that baby? You like when Daddy touches you down here? You like me touching your pussy sweetheart?…mmmm…daddy likes touching it….yes he does….such a pretty girl…..such a sexy girl too…..” I talked to her as if she could hear me. 

“Why dont we try two fingers tonight baby?” I suggested to my daughter, as she laid sound asleep. 

“You want Daddy to finger that tight little pussy with two fingers tonight baby?…start stretching that tight little hole out…hmm?” I said teasing at her pussy with the tip of my finger, and pushing it it slowly. Feeling in tight , so tight, around just my one finger. “Mmmm can you even take two fingers….do you put your fingers inside yourself baby? Do you masturbate this little cunt….”I groaned my finger going slightly faster, I could feel, her tight, wet, warm insides around my finger, and as I slid it out, I paired it with my pointer finger, and pushed them both against her hole, and pushed slightly in.

“Oh fuck baby….god youre so tight…” I said pushing them in slightly further. “Does that feel good?” I asked. 

“Daddy just wants to make his baby feel good”

Slowly I lick my pinky and get it drooly and slick. I pull her cute panties aside and stroke her asshole- gently pushing it in further. Sometimes she moves or murmurs and I have to hold my breath and stay oh so still.

Sometimes, she lets out a sweet little moan and rocks her hips a little. This always makes me so hard.

I love pressing my big dadcock against her puckering asshole. She's so tight still- I can't even fit the head in. But I lay next to her and press the fat head of my cock into her tight teen hole and slowly stroke myself. Pressing my face into her hair while I do.

Last night I think she woke up. I heard her little snores stop while I was pressing my cock so hard against her ass. But it felt so good I couldn't stop. She didn't move. She even pressed her ass against me more which made me cum so hard. I shot hot loads into her ass. I just left her there- her panties down and ass dripping with my cum.

I pretend to be asleep; keeping my eyes shut, trying to breathe evenly and relax my body. Praying he’ll just leave.

He pulls the cover down slowly. I feel his rough, shaky hands sliding up my shirt, groping me with almost no restraint, fingers digging in like they can’t get enough.

He climbs into my bed all the way now, leaning over me between my legs. He pries my legs open with his knees, rough and insistent. His weight pins me as he starts to grind.

I can’t help a small, sharp inhale that comes out. He notices I’m awake, and he freezes just for a moment. Then a low, mean laugh comes out of him against my ear.

His breath hits my cheek, hot, uneven, smelling strongly of beer, fanning over my lips with every exhale.

“Shhh” he whispers while grinding still, going harder now that he knows I’m awake. My words come out small and meek.

“Stop… please stop..” he doesn’t. His lips hover near my ear, panting, hot and damp against my skin.

“Quit whining,” he says. “You're lucky as fuck I got to you first. Imagine if some real creep found you.”

Such a needy, pathetic little bitch you are, pet.

I've been watching your blog for a while, because I run a blog where I write about some of the things that make you melt.

I'm just imagining you right now rubbing to My last ask. On your knees, on the floor where you belong. You know you should be ass up face down, holes on display, humiliated, with My hard, heavy leather shoe stepping on your head and pinning you down, hurting you... but also grounding you, making your heart beat oh-so fast as your desires are finally about to become a reality.

You rub that soaking little bitch hole and pant under My foot, while I ignore you and sip on the drink you brought Me earlier to welcome Me. You try to get My attention in every pathetic way you can: shaking your whore ass, degrading yourself and telling Me what you are, begging Me to put you in your place, or at least to allow you to be My entertainment for the night.

This is what you are, slut.

You know it viscerally. Having to be your public self weights so much on you. It is so stressful, so frustrating, so anxiety-inducing. You wish you could be whisked away, made to submit and serve, collared and captive to the whims of an Owner who'd allow you to continue the silly daily charade that your life is while controlling you: what you wear, what you do, how you speak and behave and service Him, what you believe, and every part of your life, down to your job, bank account and expenses.

You know it oozes from you. One can see it in your pleading, sweet eyes, behind the friendly and warm, people-pleasing attitude.

A submissive little bitch. A worthless whore. A good girl. Whatever I'd want you to be for Me.

From time to time, while I tell you all of this, matter-of-factly, as I enjoy that drink and keep My foot on you, you whine and enthusiastically add something filthy about yourself, on top of agreeing. To reward you for your honesty, I spit in front of your mouth from above, and you stretch your tongue to lick it off the floor awkwardly, thanking Me profusely.

Imagine it. It would be so freeing to be seen, kitten. You're longing for it everyday. It would nearly make you cum on the spot under My foot, so many times. Whenever you remove your hand to ride it out, I slap your pussy harshly, swinging My arm and bringing My big strong hand on it, again and again, making you tense up and scream under Me as I screw My hard sole and heel in your head.

You'd keep apologizing so much with every slap. I'd call you a useless dumb fucking slut, lick your juices off My fingers, savor them with a swig of bourbon, before resuming telling you what I'll do to you.

You need to feel it in your flesh and insides, brutally. You need Me to rape you without a single regard for how you feel. You need Me to force My big fat throbbing cock in your tight deprived slut hole and violate it, stretch it out painfully and fast, and pound your cervix until you choke on your scream. You need Me to take you like the worthless piece of rape meat you are, hard and fast, just to get off and break you, to ascertain My total ownership of you, to make you understand that you're there for My pleasure, not yours.

It would hurt so good for such a needy, pathetic abuse whore like you that you'd never want to be taken another way. Not that what you feel matters. The mere sensation of utter service and thorough humiliation is what you were born for, My little slave.

Fuck, I bet you'd make the prettiest sounds and expressions as I claim you and rewrite your dumb little bitch brain, one rape at a time, one punishment at a time, one humiliating order at a time....one act of servitude at a time. Forcing you to squirt and confess how much you crave it, love it... until nothing else does it for you. Until I'm your God.

I'd make you every type of toy for My whims: the slave; the nasty service whore; the dumb owned ho who gets beat by her owner and apologizes for being such a stupid bitch; the strict and graceful slutty maid; the free use three-hole cumdump; the party favor; the piece of furniture; the homely devoted house pet; the painslut... I know such a humiliation slut like you has edged her addicted mind away to each of those fantasies, because a life of servitude is hardwired into your being. It's more than a need, it's your calling.

I'd make you perfect, just for Me.

Until the most romantic part of our encounters is you dolling yourself up, putting on a gorgeous dress, spending hours at a saloon, just to come to Me like tonight, welcoming Me with a drink in hand, before kneeling and passionately, devotedly, licking and kissing My shoe until I deign to step on you and let you edge for Me under My abuse, until you earn the privilege of eating My ass with gratitude and hunger...until, perhaps, I let you worship My cock so wantonly that I lose control and mount you there and then.

Aren't you such a needy, lovely toy. A cute prey begging to be feasted on in every possible way.

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Okkk ok ok ok ok... breathe... trina - breathe... breathe in... breathe out...

Fuck! What are you doing to me? Who are you anonymous? You have no idea what you are doing with your words. You literally... literally have me on my knees... licking a thick leather boot like my life and soul depended on it... aching as I thrash my needy edged hurting pussy mercilessly to your filthy filthy plans for me. You make me feel worthless, cock sleeve, a cum bucket waiting to be filled... my only purpose is to be your abvuse whore... fuckkkk!

Throughout the day, my pussy buzzes and it slowly starts to make me wet. The boys trade remotes, so I end up being played with by multiple guys.

After lunch, the vibrators come out, and when I walk into my next class, the girl's desks all have some kind of dildo on them. One of the boys drags me over to one of the bigger dildos, and he and his buddies impale me on it, ignoring me when I tell them it's too big. Class starts, and I'm forced to cock warm this huge toy the entire time.

After classes, they take us to a room where we're all stripped and strapped down to tables. I tug at my bonds, but it doesn't help. The boy from earlier comes up, dick out. It's the same size as the toy from earlier. He was warming me up.

He doesn't wait and he isn't gentle. He slams his cock into me, laughing when I cry. He tells me what a good girl I am, how sluts like me belong on his cock, how good I feel. Finally, he cums, and he leaves. Other boys take turns with me for hours, but none of them fill me up like him.