Menrulecuntsgrool

Kink warning- Nothing extreme in this chapter. Public, free use, spanking, cnc and breeding.

Enjoy!

So how fast can we do this?

I'm thinking something like two minutes.

Maybe three if I'm feeling generous.

Walking through the door, pushing you face down into the couch, shoving your skirt up just far enough and driving straight in. That wet sound of me forcing my cock into you while you're still adjusting to the stretch. Pulling you back onto me while I hold on tight and keep you steady. Hard fast strokes that serve exactly one purpose. My hips slamming against your ass while I use you the way I always do. Me climbing to the peak, and you just barely managing to hold on.

And you love this. That's what makes you so special. You love that I walked through the door and had my cock inside you before you finished your sentence. You love feeling how hard I am, how much I leaked just thinking about you. You love being fucked feral, like you're just a warm little rag doll that has to take it while you get thrown around. Because both of us know that the less I care about your pleasure the wetter you get. Every selfish thrust is doing more for you than an hour of foreplay ever could.

You're whining into the cushion and I'm not even listening because a minute has gone by and I know I'm running out of time. I bury myself as deep as I can and that's when you know I'm cumming. Groaning through every pulse while I hold your hips flush against mine. A few heavy ropes and then the rest leaking out around my cock, but I keep grinding through it, spreading the mess around because I want every last drop inside you.

Pulling out. Breathing hard. Giving your ass a little slap.

Thanks baby. Fuck, I needed that.

From skipping panties once in a while to all the time...

Then its bras.

Shorter skirts came next and lower cut tops that both accentuated its natural form.

Masturbation at work came next... once a week... to once a day to several times a day....

Then at its desk.

Then in its car to and from work.... finally naked at all times in the car.

Over that time, it had grown more and more sexual.

He'd denied it the right to cum since they'd met which kept its cunt a sloppy wet mess without its panties to absorb the wetness or hide the smell of its arousal.

By now, it got horny at even the slightest thing and it stayed that way.

I want to lay in bed with her and take her hands and teach her how to massage my balls just right, teach her how to trail her fingernails on my inner thighs, how to slowly rub her palm on the side of my cock, how to dance her fingertips lightly across my skin. All the while discussing our day.

Any time she stops I guide her hands with mine while we keep talking. I remind her to keep her eyes on mine. If she takes her hands off of me, I calmly but firmly place them back on my cock and balls. The power disparity becomes clear over time. I can move my hands freely, but she'll keep her hands busy on me. Not too busy, but just right.

Just teaching her to lazily tease and casually fondle me when we cuddle and conversate day after day until it starts to become second nature to her. So much so that I can unzip and take my cock and balls out while we talk on the couch and she instinctively reaches out to caress me while she doesn't miss a beat and makes her next point in the conversation.

I want that flavor of casual sexual devotion. That nonchalant worship. Because I don't need to cum every time my cock is stimulated, but I enjoy reminding her that it's in charge of her all of the time.

when i'm doing my edging practice i remember Daddy cumming. he's so hot, remembering happens automatically. i remember the sounds. the way he moves. the shift in his body. it makes me dumbly horny. a lot of the time it drops me too and i find myself waking up from a minutes-long edge, still wanting to help him cum.

when i'm allowed to cum on my own, i'm always thinking about pleasing. and when i'm lucky enough to be allowed to cum in front of Daddy, he times my orgasm with his more often than not.

one day i woke up after daydreaming about helping Daddy cum and realized i was almost edging, without touching. i wondered if i could be trained to cum like this, hands-free, as a response to his orgasms. and that thought made a weight drop down into my cunt. i told him of course, and he sort of teased me about it. but he let it keep slowly building by itself, in my head. it's been weeks and weeks. maybe months. it's hard to remember when i daydream.

today i got to see him, and he told me to touch. and then he told me how much i wanted to cum with Daddy. i felt all the conditioning line up in my head and sort of click. it felt so good to feel him directly pulling on the thing that i'd been self-training into for so long. it felt so good to have this link confirmed.

i wonder if it's cemented now. i wonder if he could make me cum with his own pleasure. i wonder if Daddy's sunk into my brain so deeply now that his pleasure is all i ever need.

put into law in a world where it is illegal to be a lesbian, any confused woman expressing behaviours attributed to dykeness are arrested, charged with public indecency, and distributed to godly homes with strong father figures.

it was quickly determined that most if not all women who confuse themselves into thinking theyre "lesbians" lacked a strong, guiding male role model growing up or misinterpreted the efforts of a man correcting them as something wrong. putting them back into stable homes with good family values until they are made whole and heterosexual as intended will not only ensure their own health and wellbeing, but contribute to a healthier society also.

in these homes the male members of the family are responsible for the re-education of these presumed dykes, reminding them as often as they are able what their body's purpose is: male sexual pleasure and reproduction. day and night, whether idle or in another task, the foster fathers and brothers and uncles are required to fill every improperly used orifice of the misguided woman for the men's own pleasure and until the woman is returned to a malleable submissive state in which she is begging to be nothing more than cockwarmers and cumsleeves for the men in her new family.

once the corrected dyke is the one initiating these encounters by grinding her dripping aching cunt on the cocks and crotches and legs of the men in her foster family, once she is the one grabbing their manly hands and pushing them into her pussy or mouth or onto her ass and breasts, once she is the one waiting on all fours naked to be used by anyone, there is the option for her to remain in the family as a communal possession or rehomed elsewhere to please another man and his home.