Fantasies & other writings

I’m obsessed with the way you breathe, the way your voice sounds when you’re teasing me, the way your eyes flicker when you’re trying to hide how much you want me. You can’t hide it, baby. Not from me.

And I don’t want to share you. Not your time, not your smile, not the little gasps you make when my hands find your skin. You belong to me—your body, your thoughts, your every secret desire. The world can look at you, admire you, but they don’t get what’s mine. Only I get to hear the way you beg, the way you whisper my name, the way your body arches when I touch you just right.

You’re mine. Every inch of you. Every thought. Every breath. And I’ll prove it every time I pull you closer, every time my lips trace over your skin, marking you as my own.

you nodding shyly. hands gripping the sheets.

not stopping. not even close to stopping.

“that’s so sweet.” tilting my head. watching another one fall. catching it with my thumb before it reaches your jaw. “you’re so pretty when you cry. did you know that?”

you shaking your head. fresh tears coming.

“you are.” fingers curling inside of you. feeling you clench hard around them. watching your face crumple further. “every time.” thumb circling your clit slow. rhythmically. “i almost feel bad.”

you looking up at me. hopeful.

“almost.” pressing in deeper. watching hope dissolve into overstimulation. “not quite though.”

you making a broken sound. hips betraying you. rolling forward despite everything.

“see.” cooed at you. “that’s what i mean. you’re crying and your hips are still moving.” curling deeper. watching you gasp through the tears. “your body just… doesn’t care that you’re overstimulated does it?”

you whimpering at my words.

“poor thing.” said with so much tenderness. wiping another tear. thumb working steadier now. “having your body give you away like that while you’re already crying.” pressing deeper. “that’s so embarrassing for you.”

you sobbing softly. from feeling everything all at once and having nowhere to put it.

“i know.” kissing your wet cheek. your temple. mouth moving to your jaw. “i know it’s a lot, sweetheart.” fingers not slowing. thumb not lifting. “you’re taking it so beautifully though. do you know that? crying and still being so good for me.”

you gripping my wrist. holding onto me.

“that’s it.” covering your hand with mine for a moment. squeezing. then going back. “just feel it. just cry and feel it.”

“it’s too much— mommy please..i can’t—”

“you can.” curling deep and holding there. feeling you clench more. “i know it feels like too much.” thumb pressing more. watching your back arch. “but look at you. still taking everything i give you. still soaking my fingers.” pulling my fingers back slightly. showing you. “crying your eyes out and still this wet for me.”

you hiding your face.

“no no.” catching your chin. turning you back. “i want to see you. i want to look at you while you cry.”

you looking at me. shy at first. giving in after being encouraged.

“there she is.” resuming. taking my time. “my beautiful girl. so overstimulated.” wiping both cheeks with my thumbs. attentive. gentle. “it’s a lot isn’t it..?feeling this much all at once.”

you nodding. another sob.

“i know.” kissing your forehead. your wet cheek. tasting salt. “that’s okay. you’re allowed to feel all of it.” fingers going back in between your legs. working faster now. thumb circling. building you back up. “cry as much as you need to. i’m not stopping.”

“why—” barely a word. “why won’t you stop—”

“because you don’t actually want me to.” watching your hips roll forward again. “see? your body knows. even when you’re crying. even when it’s too much.” curling hard. feeling you gasp through the tears. “especially then actually.”

you sobbing harder. and still. still chasing my hand.

“aww.” the fondness in my words completely genuine. thumb pressing more. “poor baby. crying and desperate and still so close.” leaning down. mouth at your ear. “cum for me. right now. cry and cum at the same time and show me how overstimulated you are.”

your body obeying before you can think about it. clenching hard. back arching. whimpering. moaning. tears still falling through all of it. hips grinding forward.

working you through every second. fingers slow. thumb gentle. mouth pressing kisses to your wet face. your cheeks. under your eyes. catching every tear.

then stilling. finally.

pulling you close. your face against my neck. your tears warm against my skin.

“you did so so good for me.” stroking your hair. your back. holding you so close. “my good girl. so beautiful when you cry.” pressing a kiss to your hair. “so beautiful all the time.”

you hiccuping softly against my neck.

“i know.” rocking you slightly. “i know, baby. you did so well.” thumb stroking slow circles on your back. “so so well.”

you relaxing in my arms.

And you take a breath to correct him and say that, yes, it did, you remember that it did, but the words don’t come.

Because when you reach for the memory, it simply isn’t there. It’s just fluff. Pretty pink fluff and nothing else. No memory, no nothing. It’s gone. Maybe it was never there.

“Trying to remember?” He asks.

You close your mouth and you nod. You feel so small and stupid.

He puts a hand onto your waist and pulls you in against him. You give in so easily. You’re already melting.

“Silly girl, you should know that wasn’t going to work. Remembering is hard, it’s like thinking, and you can’t do that, can you?”

You shake your head this time. No. You can’t think. He thinks for you.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you. You can’t remember it because it didn’t happen like that, okay?”

There’s a flicker, a moment of doubt, but then that melts too. He’s right. He’s always right. He knows best and you’re just a dummy. He looks after you. You’re his. You press your head to his chest and feel safe, so safe.

“It didn’t happen like that. Say it for me,” he says.

“It didn’t happen like that,” you repeat, so quietly, but you know it’s true.

He’s stroking your hair.

“What’s that on your face, baby?” I look at him, questioningly. He traces around my eye, gentle enough to not hurt me. “How did you get such a nasty black eye?”

I stare at him, confused. “You gave it to me because I came home late…”

He shakes his head. His thumb presses into the bruise and I flinch in pain. “Don’t lie. No one would ever believe such a ridiculous lie. Tell me how it happened.”

“But Daddy it’s true, you hit me yesterd–” A short, hard smack to the face ends my sentence. He grabs my throat. He holds his arm back, ready to strike.

“Last chance to tell the truth.”

A tear escapes and rolls down my cheek. I hate these games. I never win his games. I don’t even know when we’re playing anymore. “I opened the cupboard door and… it hit my face?”

He slaps my face, hard. My ears are ringing and my face is throbbing in pain. He gets ready to strike me again. “I’m not convinced, are you lying to me?”

“No, Daddy, please… I opened the door and hit myself in the face. Please don’t hurt me Daddy, please.” He slaps me again, almost his full strength. I taste blood. I struggle against him and try to talk between sobs. “I opened… the… door and–” he backhands my face and I moan in pain. He glares at me, and curls his hand into a fist.

I force myself to stop crying, managing to form a sentence before the sobs return. “I opened the cupboard door and hit myself in the face. That’s why I have a black eye. Please believe me, please, please.” I beg him, my eyes swimming with tears, my head aching from his blows.

Tags: somnophilia, daddy/daughter, incest, non-con, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, impregnation WARNING: Non-con, aka drunk daughter

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For every father there is that inevitable moment when you realize your little darling angel has lost her wings. In Stephen’s case, this happens tonight. Right now. His teen daughter has just come home. Or to be more exact, has been dumped on his doorstep. She’s been out partying with her friends, who he guesses have been the ones bringing her here and ringing the bell before they dashed, too scared to face him. „I can’t believe this“, his wife says, looking at the passed out girl, just as shocked as he is. „She’s always been such a clever girl. I never would have suspected…“ „Yeah“, Stephen interrupts her, still having a hard time processing this image of his fallen angel. „I’ll carry her upstairs.“ The strong scent of liquor fills his nose when he lifts her on his arms, mixed with the scent of smoke and her. „Please be careful. And undress her, will you. I need a cigarette.“

„You quit 2 years ago, darling.“ „And now I start.“ His wife leaves, shook to the core, so Stephens does as he said and carries his daughter to her bedroom. Anger and disappoinment are making his grip tight and his steps fast. Some hustling with the damned door – which he sort of kicks open in the end – then he’s in her room, kicking the door shut again, not bothering to be silent. It’s obvious she won’t wake up tonight. Which makes the next task oh so more difficult and bothersome. Stephen sits her down on the bed, struggling to keep her limp body uright as he pulls off her jacket. As soon as he manages he lets go of her, her body falling back on the mattress, bouncing. It would have been funny if he wasn’t so angry. He kneels down in front of her and pulls off her high heels. The naked foot is hot in his hand, the skin soft and sweaty, some red spots on the delicate, pale skin. Being the caring father he is he forgets that he’s angry and gently strokes the bruises. Then he does the same to the other. He sighs. „I knew this was a mistake. I knew your friends would seduce you to drink. But no, your mum said you’re old enough, you’re cleverer than that…and now here we are.“ He keeps rambling like this as he pushes up her top, his eyes catching sight of the creamy skin of her belly and her cute little belly button, which he has kissed millions of times when she was a baby. A sweet, happy, innocent girl. Not this stinking drunk…woman, he thinks when he pushes the red top over her breasts, uncovering a turquoise push-up bra. Her favorite color. He spots a little mole on top of her small but brimming right mound. That’s new. He hasn’t seen that before. Without thinking he reaches out and rubs over the dark spot with his thumb. The warm, soft skin makes him do it again. And a third time. Then he clears his throat and averts his eyes, refocusing on the job. „Up we go!“ He pulls at her arms and she’s up again, her face resting on his shoulder as he fumbles her arms through the straps of her shirt and bra. Biting his bottom lip he pulls the shirt off his sleeping daughter. Then he opens her bra with one hand. He pulls that off, too. Not looking, of course. Instead he lays her back on the bed – more gently now – and gets up to look for her nighty.

He tells himself he doesn’t look at the perky teen tits with its almost pink little nipples when he pulls her arms up so he can redress her. He pretends to not notice the silken texture of said nipples when he accidentally grazes one of them with his knuckle as he pulls the shirt down. Yet he feels warmer than before as he opens the bottom of her too tight black jeans. How did she even get in there, he wonders and gets to stand over her, her legs between his, and pulls roughly. The fabric obeys and shifts over her full ass…taking the panties with them. Paul is met with the full sight of his daughter’s vulva. Her waxed vulva, that is. The beginning of the slit staring back at him, whispering of velvety, puffy lips. As he stares, his mouth fills with water. Her scent has reached his nose, doing its job. Stephen’s swallows down his spit as he guiltily averts his eyes and pulls the jeans down to her ankles, the panties freeing themselves on her knees. Once again Stephen is pretending. Desperately pretending that his cock is not swelling in his grey sweat pants. He tries to not see the bulge growing as he pulls the blasted jeans off his daughter and tosses it away. He also doesn’t try to look at that - admittedly – beautiful little slit again as he pulls the silken turquoise panties up her creamy thighs. „Jesus.“ Obviously, he failed. Due to his kneeling position he has excellent view. The panties wander down again. Stephen swallows hard – and spreads his daughter’s legs. This. This is without a doubt the most beautiful pussy he has ever seen. Those lips, good lord, they’re perfection. Pink and puffy, the slit itself small, hiding the inner lips and the clit completely. Even if he…yeah, even if he spreads the legs some more.

„You’ll make a man very happy one day, baby…“ he can’t help but say, his own voice sounding strange to him. „That is, if you learn to behave yourself…such a naughty, naughty girl you are. Your mom and I are so disappointed in you.“ While he speaks, his hands wander up and down her thighs. Without noticing he leans further and futher down, his fingers wandering up the insides of her thighs. His heart is drumming against his chest. His eyes dart to her face, then behind him to the door – still closed – and back to the slit.

Chewing at the inside of his cheek, he watches his fingertips sliding higher and higher, right to the top of the thighs, into the dip… Stephen can’t help it. He pulls. Opens his daughter’s pussy up like a flower. His mouth runs dry. Inner lips like rose petals. A prominent clit, begging for attention. And a tight, tight hole. Before he knows, his fingertip is in it. He grunts against his tightly shut mouth as he pushes the digit in all the way. God, she’s tight. He can hardly move. And yet he does, in and out, in and out. All the way in. Staying there. Checking if she’s still sleeping. If the door’s still closed. „God, baby…you naughty girl…letting your dad do this…let him finger you like this…“ Stephen’s blood is boiling. He feels light headed. Most of his blood is pumping through his cock. It bounces when he roughly pulls down his sweatpants, freeing the damned thing and taking it into his free hand, pressing it hard in a weak attempt to get it down. While his other finger is still inside his daughter, rubbing her walls, exploring her cave like he has any right to do so. Which he doesn’t. He knows that. Yet, he can’t blame anyone but her for this terrible turn of events. „You’re the one who got drunk“, he whispers sternly, pushing his finger in and out of his daughter. „You’re the irresponsible one…passed out…not stopping your dad from stuffing your slit with his finger…“

He grunts and bites into her knee.

Wetness. On the tip of his finger. He watches it fucking her hole, panting hotly against her flesh. His face is too close, he knows that. He knows very well what he’s doing. The thing is, though…she’s getting wet. So, so wet. Soon, her little pussy is smacking happily. Loudly. His finger is slick and covered in her juice. He pulls it out and pushes it into his mouth, sucking hard. The taste explodes on his tongue. He’s a lost man from here. He’s a pussy eater. His record is four hours straight, licking the pussy this pussy came out of. Fuck, this thought is so hot.

Almost hastily now he straightens to get her in position, throws her pale thighs over his shoulders and pulls his meal right in front of him. „You’re a very bad girl, making me do this“, he pants. And then he buries his face in his daughter’s pussy. He devours her with long strokes with the flat of his tongue, spreading his spit all over that beautiful slit, sucking first on her outer lips, then on her inner. As her juices flow, so does his saliva. He’s not holding back, soils the pink flesh with it before he licks and sucks it off again, Stephen’s eyes dart up when his lips clamp around her clit and start sucking, the sight of his sleeping girl’s face only fueling his arousal. She has no clue what he’s doing. Her body is all his. The cock between his legs bobs excitedly.

Stephen pushes her nighty over her breasts and cups them, squeezing firmly and twisting her nipples. If she’s anything like her mother, this should-

Ah, there. With a maniac snicker does suck the juices out of her convulsing hole. Hmmm, his daughter has a lot to give. Stephen doesn’t give her body rest. He thrusts his tongue into that clenching hole and twists her nipples, rubbing her clit with his nose. He groans when she comes again almost instantly. „Oh, you dirty girl“, he grunts into her flesh, rubbing his face through that delicious slit. „Begging me to fuck you, to put my cock into that heavenly wet slit. His entire body is trembling as he stands up and rips off his clothes. He needs to be naked for this.

„If your mom wasn’t there I’d fuck you all night long, dirty girl.“ He climbs on top of her, licking her body here and there, sucking on each, now red nipple, before he  licks her lips.

„My drunk little whore. With that needy wet pussy.“ Speaking of which, he looks down and grabs his throbbing meat, guides it to the hot wet hole and pushes into it. „Fuck, you’re so tight. You’re not a virgin, are you?“

The thought makes him even hornier. „Let’s see, shall we?“ With a rough, mattress squeaking thrust, he slams his dick into that tight cunt. A hot shiver runs up his spine, the weight of this moment settling on his mind and soul. No shame. Just pure, incestuous lust for the girl he made. He kisses her forehead and her lips, then he looks down as he pulls out. „Nope, not a virgin. Such a dirty, dirty girl.“ He pushes back into the wet heat of his daughter, closing his eyes. He loses himself almost instantly, forgetting everything around him, moaning and grunting as he fucks his unconscious child as he pleases, fast and slow, always deep. Every inch he can reach he either licks, bites or sucks into his mouth. Her nipples are raw by the time he lets them plop out of his mouth, the red so pretty on top of her pale little mounds. And he kisses her. A lot. With his full weight on her, his hips pushing his cock into her tight hole, he opens her mouth and licks her tongue with devlish pleasure. It’s wonderful. So is looking into her serene face when he pushes in all the way.

„I’m almost there, baby. In a few minutes I’ll fill up your hungry little womb with my daddy sperm, maybe give you a child of your own…would you like that, baby? Would you like to carry your daddy’s baby?“

He grunts at the thought of her belly swollen with his child and buries his face in her neck, grabbing her hair and thrusting into his favorite girl as hard and fast as he needs to go. Not long and she comes again, milking him hard. With pure bliss on his face Stephen lets go, shooting his load into that thirsty womb. „There you go“, he pants when he’s back from incest heaven and lifts his head, looking down at her.

„I won’t clean you. I want my cum swirling around inside you all night. I want you to feel it stick to your lips in the morning. My sweet, naughty girl.“ He kisses her all over, taking her nighty with him as he wanders down, pulling it over his head when he buries his face in her cunt one last time, stuffing his cum into her cunt, using his tongue. Her heat and her smell drive him insane. Fucking gorgeous, this pussy.

Just when he thinks he might go again, after all, his wife calls up the stairs. He shouts back that he’ll be right down, in between kissing this perfect pussy. One more minute does he dare, then he forces himself to get up, pull up her panties and put her under the covers.

He walked into his daughter’s room to see if she was getting ready to go grocery shopping.

“Hayley, are you…?”

He found her on the bed, down on her knees and elbows playing with one of her stuff animals. That wasn’t what stopped him in his tracks, though. It was how her little dress had slid down and exposed her from the waist down with out any little girl panties on.

She was totally bare.

Totally.

As in pretty little girl pussy staring at him without one tiny hair on it. Looking all soft and so touchable.

So lickable.

So perfectly fuckable.

His hand went down to his pants, stroking his hard meat as it pulse to life behind his fly. Thoughts of grocery shopping long gone as his feet moved him closer and closer to her little girl bed.

“What are you doing, baby girl?”

“Playing with my little lamb, Daddy,” she said without turning to look at him.

He stood directly behind her now. Close enough that he could reach out and touch her little pussy.

God, it was so fresh and soft looking. He bet it was so tender to the touch.

He bet it would be so damn tight around his cock.

Heat surged through his dick and he unzipped his pants, reaching in and pulling out his dripping meat and aching balls.

Her mother wouldn’t be home for hours, he thought as he stroked his thickening shaft.

That was all the permission his throbbing hard on needed.

“Looks like you’re having a lot of fun, Hayley,” he murmured as he placed his knees on the bed behind her.

“What are you doing, Daddy?” she asked and turned her head around trying to look at him.

His cock head was just inches away from her bald little pussy and he caught his breath.

“Uh.. Uh, Daddy just wanted to see you playing with your stuff animal, sweetie.”

“Oh, okay.” She turned back and continued playing with her sheep.

When he was able to breathe he leaned down, looking over her shoulder and gently nudged his cock against her little pussy.

“You really love that stuffie, don’t you, Hayley,” he said, circling an arm around her waist to hold her still when she turned her head to quickly look at him.

“Uh, huh. I… I love all my animals.” She had a weird look on her face as she tried to stare at him over her shoulder as he continued to stroke his dick against her little pussy.

“Mm, well Daddy has something else you’re gonna learn to love, Hayley.”

He tighten his arm around her young body and guided his cock quickly to her tight virgin hole before his baby girl could try and fight, he plowed through her hymn and sank until he hit bottom.

Her screams of pain couldn’t break though the wall of pleasure he was experiencing through his cock. Her clenching little hole, trying so hard to push him out, was the tightest little cunt he’d ever had around his meat. Her wiggling body only made it better, especially when he started to fuck in and out of her.

“Daddy’s Hayley… so good… on my cock.” he moaned, working his dick in longer strokes between the vise like walls of her little cunt.

He found her clit between jarring thrusts into her body and rubbed. He moaned as each stroke over her little bud made the tightest pussy he’d ever felt feel even smaller around his throbbing meat.

Faster and faster he rubbed her clit, making it grow beneath his touch. Her little pussy grew wetter around his rutting cock, making it easier to impale her little cunt completely on his shaft until his balls popped against those soft, plump, pussy lips.

The ache in his gut to cum was burning him. His big hands went to her tiny hips and pushed and tugged her back and forth to meet the driving thrusts of his cock. He pounded into her stretched little cunt, groaned as the sound of it sucking around his shaft.

His eyes locked on to the sight of her little hole stretched around his shaft, seeing the mix of her blood and cunt juice on his cock just drove him to fuck harder, driving deeper. And then his cum exploded against his little girl’s womb.

“Fuck… it… deep.” He shouted, ramming his spurting cock again and again up against her womb, filling her with hot baby making seed. Watching as it coated his cock as he pulled back slammed forward once more as another jet of sperm shot out of his throbbing meat.

He fell on top of her, still jerking his hips because the pleasure of her sucking little hole was to good to stop. He didn’t want to stop. He wanted to keep fucking her little hole. To keep pumping his cum in her and filling her soft, bald little pussy over and over.

“Daddy loves you… loves your little pussy… make Daddy feel so good,” he said, kissing her neck, her shoulders as he hunched himself inside her, moaning as her little hole twitched around him.

“Hurts… bad… Daddy,” she moaned beneath him, her hips trying to lift against him.

“Daddy, knows, little Hayley,” he kissed her neck, still pushing himself in and out of her, feeling his cock starting to harden again inside her sucking hole.

“But…mmm, but the more… the more Daddy fucks… that little pussy,” he pumped in a long, slow stroke. “God… the more Daddy… fucks that tight, sweet little pussy… mmm, the better it feels, little Hayley.”

He reached under and rubbed her clit and heard her gasp and felt her hips jerk. He stopped and started again, once more making her gasp and her hips jerk.

“Did you like that, baby… like how Daddy rubbed your little pussy,” he asked, grabbing the edge of her tiny bed with one hand and her shoulder with his other and fucking her little cunt deeply, whimpering as he bounced off her womb.

“Please… please… touch… touch my… pussy… Daddy.”

I don't like to just launch into it so I usually have a prenegotiated "starting window" sort of thing. Like, "we will lie here and chill and watch this movie like normal and at some point during the movie I will initiate the scene". Right?

And then you're just there, trying to act normal, with that constant tension there. This is going to happen to you. You can't talk about it. Every move I make, you'll tense up, only to find I'm just reaching for water.

The second time, there'll be one screen playing the video of the last rape on loop, and you'll stare at it on your hands and knees as my cock pushes into you.

The third time, you'll have to watch yourself get raped while watching your first rape - all while the first time plays just the same in the background.

It's such a dirty thing to do. It's gross, and it seems so wrong to open your mouth for piss. But at the same time it's such a huge turn on for the both of us. And it would make me so happy to have a piss slut of my own. Just as it would make my piss slut in training so happy to be a urinal for me.

I'll start with baby steps. The nasty, nasty piss porn from online is hot and all, but the intensity and overwhelming sensation of the real thing is a whole other story. The first step is for the apprentice urinal to hold my cock when I pee. Feeling the flow of it, sensing the vibrations through my cock as it comes out. Maybe even feeling the heat coming off of the warm stream. Next step is to dip one's fingers into the stream and feeling how warm it is on the skin. It's just like hot water, but at the same time it isn't. It's my piss marking my piss whore's skin.

The obvious next step is to mark more than just my piss pet's hands and fingers. Their entire body should be my target. I'll move my hot stream around as they shower in it, encouraging them to revel in the utterly submissive feeling of letting another person's urine cascade all over their body. I'll tell them to welcome it, to take it all with eagerness, and instilling in them that it's a privilege to be marked like this. Then, once the basics of the golden shower are appreciated, when it's a pleasurable and intense act of servitude, I'll aim the stream upwards. I'll let my urinal doll know that not even their hair is sacred. Neither is their face. All of it should be properly baptized in piss before the training is complete.

When taking piss all over their body, face and hair is normalized, only the final part of training remains. A urinal is mean to flush down all of the piss its given, and not leave a mess. But for starters they should taste it while I let them know just how good they'll be if they learn to not only lap it up, but swallow and savor it as well. Keeping them edged, pleasured and horny as they taste the degrading saltiness of it on their skin. Trying my best to instill associations of lust, submissions and obedience when the taste hits their tongue. Following up the initial first tastes with small, manageable mouthfuls. Swallow after swallow, until the words piss and drink, drink and piss always come in pairs. When my bladder is full, it should be an instinct to want to serve me. To want it inside of them, to be my vessel and to serve as my relief.