ohh my god I texted her again today and within an hour my cock was buried in her and she was worshipping me like a goddess. I was talking about having her service me every day til I graduate and having her pinned down and railing her and saying stuff like "I could get used to this" and calling her my on-call cocksleeve.. She really is so desperate for girlcock and I've got her saying it too. She acts like nothing matters more than making me cum and its everything I've fucking deserved
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Sometimes daddy just needs to take her virginity in a sweet yet condescending way
Does it hurt that much, angel? I know it’s so much, baby, my poor little girl, I know. Dad is here, okay? I’m only doing this because I love you so much, kiddo. So much. This is what adults do when they love each other. Look how daddy is moving inside, baby. In….and out, in and out….Just like this, bunny. Keep listening to Dad’s voice, you can be brave for me, right? My poor baby, don’t cry angel, I promise it will start to feel good real soon. Daddy just needed to show you how badly I needed this
daddy taught you the rubbies game. he taught you to drink the white stuff that comes out of his cock after he rubs it on your special parts. but today was different. he kept rubbing even when you knew it was going to come out. he then pushed you down and inserted his cock in your little cunnie and came inside you. you screamed the moment he entered your hole because you are so tiny and tight and you have never had anything go in. you start crying and pushing him away because it hurts but he keeps thrusting even after he unloaded in you. he loves that he is fucking his little one while you're crying and before you know it, his big body falls on you and he cums again. he slowly removes his cock and wipes your tears and apologises for raping you. he tells you that he wanted to express how much he loves you so he had to rape you. as a reward, he goes down on you and gives little kisses on your cum filled cunnie to help with the pain
imagining someone teasing me and talking down to me until i get all hot and bothered, then sticking their hand up my skirt to see how wet i am. particularly imagine them fingering me as they make me apologize for being such an easy slut...
Our heater is broken at home. It could be worse with the snow storm, since it’s stuck ON instead of OFF, but it’s super hot in the apartment, even with the windows open. I’m wearing as few clothes as possible, just a crop top and a little skirt. I can feel my pussy getting wet in the outfit before I even leave my room. I look hot, and secretly, I love showing off for my roommate.
My roommate has been brushing close by me all morning, eye fucking me from across the room, watching me constantly. So I’ve been bending over at the waist for him and shaking my braless tits more than necessary.
He finally, boldly came up behind me as I was bent over in the kitchen and stuck his fingers in me. He rubbed his two middle fingers over my clit once, twice, firmly, before pushing inside me. I gasped and moaned for him but didn’t push him away.
“Wow, Casey, I knew we were both getting turned on by teasing each other, but your pussy is fucking soaked right now. What do you have to say for yourself?”
“Mmmm, oh my gosh, ohhhh… what, mmm, what do you mean?” I rubbed myself onto his fingers as he moved his fingers in me.
“Don’t you feel ashamed of yourself for being such a wanton, easy slut for me? The temperature gets hot in here and your underwear just came right off… and now you’re just opening up this pussy for my fingers. Hmm, have you let all your roommates do this to you? You’re such an easy fucking slut… I bet that you have.”
“N-no, no, I never…ohhh, fuhck, fuhck! Mmmm!” I moaned as he pulled his fingers out of me to rub and slap my clit a few times before returning his fingers inside me, three this time.
“I bet all your roommates have gotten to sink their cocks into your slutty pussy. No? Are you sure? I can feel that you’re about to cum on my fingers right now, just remembering their cocks in you.”
“Mmm! No-ohhh! I can’t! Fuuucckk. Ohhh I can’t help it! It’stoo - goood, ohh. Oh shit ohmygosh yessss!”
“Wow, you just gushed all over my hand… lick it off me, you dirty fucking girl. That’s it. You’re such a fucking whore for me, huh? I’m going to punish you for being such a nasty little slut, teasing your roommate to get your clit played with, to get your pussy fucked.”
“No, I wasn’t -!” My words cut off abruptly as he shoved his wet fingers into my mouth, back into my throat.
“Oh yes, you were. You knew exactly what you were doing walking around with practically nothing on. You want me to punish you, to fuck you. So I’m going to do it. I’m going to spank you until your pretty little ass is on fire. And then I’m going to use every one of your holes for my pleasure, until you tell me you’re sorry for being such a slut for all your roommates.”
I’m on my knees for him in the kitchen, topless, saliva dripping onto my chest as he fucks his cock into my mouth and holds my head in place.
“Oh, God, yes, you fucking cocksucker. Yeah, you are - you can’t even deny it, my dick is in your fucking throat right now. You’re. Gagging. On it” he said, slamming himself into me with every word.
And I can’t deny it, because I’m moaning and staring up at him, fingering myself under my skirt as I spread my knees out on the floor.
“Yeahh, take that dick, you’re such a good cocksucking slut. How many dicks have you sucked right here? Hmm? Did you finger yourself every time or is it just with me?”
Embarrassed, I pull my hand away. I can’t believe I’m getting off so much on his degrading words, even though I have been fantasizing about his body for months.
“Oh, you’re embarrassed now? Then you must be ready for your punishment - you know you’ve been a naughty, slutty fucking roommate. Crawl over to the couch. I’m going to spank the shit out of your ass, and you’re going to thank me for it.”
Their secret code. The student knocks at the door of her teacher’s classroom. They speak with hidden meanings to keep their filthy secret.
“Can I check my grades?” – I want to fuck.
“Yes, you can.” – Nobody’s here, we won’t get caught.
He locks the door behind her. Pushing the girl up against the wall he kisses and gropes her. Needy hips grind in the air. The teacher pulls her shirt open and squeezes her breasts. She strokes his hard cock through his pants while she lifts up her skirt. Grabbing a handful of her ass he spits in her open mouth.
His saliva on her tongue is another coded gesture. I’m going to use your mouth. She slides downwards, pulling out his cock. Gripping her pigtails, the teacher thrusts past her lips. Even with his firm hold the student’s head bumps against the wall. She gags. His cock slips from her mouth. Smacking it on her face is another sign. I’m ready to fuck you.
Still holding her pigtail, he walks her across the classroom floor. She crawls and whimpers as he yanks her along. Bringing her to his desk he pulls her upright and bends her over
“Did you do your homework?” – Have you been rubbing your cunt?
“Yes, I hope I did good.” – I’ve been edging to make myself wet for you.
The teacher pulls open her thighs and inspects her work. Her cum trickles down her leg. Fingering her pussy, he stretches out her hole. The student jolts when he smacks her ass. Another whimper follows another hard slap.
“You’re a fucking slut.” – There’s no secret message. The educator states a fact.
“Yes, dad!” – A sudden silence. Fingers still deep in her hole, she realizes what she said.
She blushes and bites her tongue. Embarrassment rushes through her. More cum runs down his hand from her leaky pussy. “I’m your teacher, not your dad.” Another spank across her bum. “I’m sorry! It was a stupid mistake…” The girl kicks her feet, humiliated and horny.
“Don’t lie to me.” Her teacher rubs the head of his cock against her bare pussy. “You got turned on calling me your dad.” The student gasps and pushes her hips back, desperately burying him inside her. She’s still in denial. “No! I was just a dumb little girl! It was an accident!”
The man spanks her hard, turning each asscheek pink. The girl bounces her pussy on his cock. “Is it because I give you so much attention? Because I’m older than you? That’s why you see me as a father figure?” Whimpering, she starts to crack.
“Or is it because I treat you like a whore? Because I spank you? Face-fuck you? Cum inside you?” The teacher grabs his student by the throat, choking her and pulling her close. “Is that what you want from a daddy, you little slut?”
She breaks. Cumming on her teacher’s cock, the girl begs. “Yes yes yes daddy daddy daddy…” He grips her pussy, sliding in two fingers alongside his thick cock. “Please be my daddy… please please please…” He agrees by filling her up with his cum.
The girl lies on the desk, their mess splattered all over the inside of her skirt. A new secret code for them to share.
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Years of searching. Standing before the beautiful old house she checks the address one more time. The girl can’t bring herself to walk up the steps. A lifetime of waiting, and still no idea of what to say. She stares blankly at the elegant face of the home.
“From another time, isn’t it?” Lost in thought, she didn’t hear the man approach her. “Most of these houses have been torn down now.” The girl slowly turns her head to look at him. Their eyes meet for the first time. “You… live here…?” She can barely speak.
“No, I live in the house. This is the sidewalk.” He chuckles at his own joke. The girl tries not to laugh. She tries not to cry. She tries to keep herself from screaming in joy, anger, excitement, pain. Finding the middle of her emotions, she remains stoic. The man is friendly, despite her cold demeanour. “I can give you a tour, if you’d like.”
They drink coffee in the kitchen. The girl doesn’t know how to express herself. Every time she finds the words, something else comes out. I’ve been looking for you for years. She takes a sip of her coffee. “Why did you let me in?”
“You seemed like trouble, probably planning to rob my home. I just wanted to get it over with.” He looks over his shoulder as he washes the carafe. “…actually, you look a lot like someone from my past.” The girl can’t take her eyes off him. “Who’s that?” The man sits down next to her. “Oh, an ex of mine. This was forever ago, probably before you were born.”
“What happened? Why did you break up?” Her voice cracks slightly. “I don’t know, to be honest with you. One day she just disappeared from my life. I would call her once in a while after that, but she never explained herself.” The man doesn’t sound sad. He’s had time to heal. She hasn’t.
“She sounds like a fucking bitch.” A barbed emotion slips through her walls. The man is slightly taken aback. “…She had her share of emotional issues. Maybe she’s different now.” The girl tries to regain her composure. “Or maybe she’s exactly the same.”
He changes the topic. The man asks the girl about her life. She deftly feeds him half-truths and lies by omission; learned skills from a complicated childhood. The girl can’t bring herself to admit why she ended up here. What if he gets angry? He’ll throw me out, that’s what happens. What if I make him sad? Then he won’t talk to me, I don’t want that. What if I don’t meet his expectations? He would insult me. I can’t, I would die.
“You’re so mysterious.” He gives her a paternal smile. “I don’t mean that as a criticism – I was the same when I was your age.” Her cold heart melts a little from his empathy. The girl refuses to let it show. More questions come – she’ll run out of misdirection eventually. Her mind races through her damaged toolkit and finds the obvious solution to all her problems. She knows how to make him want her around. She knows how to stop uncomfortable questions.
Skirt and panties drop to the floor. The young girl steps out of the ring of clothes as she pulls off her shirt. She presses her warm pussy into his stunned hand. Their first touch is his rough fingers on her soft cunt. “What are you… I’m old enough to be your-“ She presses her tongue into his mouth to shut him up. As they make out, he slowly starts to give in. His hand rubs her clit. He slips a finger in. The girl feels a moment of hollow pride. Works every time.
They lead each other to the bedroom. He strips while she sprawls on the bed. As the older man is climbing between her legs, she runs through the order of operations in her head. Put up with it, let him do whatever he wants to you, shut your mouth if it hurts, tell him he has a big dick, pretend to cum. His thick cock gently starts to push into her. She whimpers as he fills her up. A moment of panic when she looks down to see he’s only halfway inside. At least I don’t have to lie about that.
Steady, strong thrusts. He doesn’t force himself inside her. The young girl quivers as he confidently strokes his cock in and out of her pussy. The man wraps his arms around her and lays soft kisses on her cheeks and lips. Keeping the rhythm, she feels her body start to glow. She’s uncomfortable with the feeling. It’s not supposed to feel good. If it is, it’s not supposed to feel that good.
He feels it as well. Something special about her body intensifies his pleasure. Finally reaching the base of his cock, he gasps. A perfect fit. Somehow, this strange young girl’s pussy feels like it was made to take him. Every bit squeezes him in just the right way. He growls, unfamiliar with this new sensation, but with a primal desire for more.
They fuck like animals in heat. She cums during consensual sex for the first time in her life. The young girl’s head spins. Her aloof posturing melts away into sincere, passionate pleading for more. The man cums inside of her but can’t bring himself to stop. Despite his age, he stays hard and keeps thrusting. The couple fucks until the sun sets. Laying in each other’s arms, sweat, and cum they try to understand what just happened.
“Why was that so good…?” He asks the trembling little girl. “I have no idea.” She lies. Swallowing her secret, she offers up a truth to balance her karma. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had.” The man holds her hand. “Me too… and I’ve been around a while… why was that so good…?”
They spend a lot of time together, almost always in bed. He’s persistent and gentle about his curiosity. It’s hard to learn more about her while her defenses are so strong. Asking too many questions will make her drop to her knees. Asking anything too personal will make her bounce on his dick.
They talk about their kinks instead. The older man looks at her with an expression of concern as she rattles off the list of things she’s willing to do for him. “…yeah, so, you can go ahead and do any of that stuff whenever you want. You don’t need to ask me beforehand or anything. Oh, and if I start crying just keep going.” He takes a long pause. “Maybe we should, uh, work up to some of that stuff… start with something simple…”
Her face is blank. “Like I said, it’s up to you.” The man rubs the young girl’s back. She looks away, annoyed by how much she needs his affection. “What’s your favourite kink? If you had to pick one, what would it be?” Regaining her neutral expression, the girl states; “Daddy kink.”
“Well, I guess that makes sense, given how much older I am than you… Let’s do that tonight.” Wasting no time, she starts to strip. The girl tries to sneak in a few more options; “That or slapping – really hard. Also, degradation - but like really mean.” He gives her that warm smile she’s craved her whole life. “We’ll see.”
Returning to the bedroom, he grabs her in a bear hug. Groping her naked body, the older man hisses into her ear. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?” Instantly, she’s wetter than she’s ever been. “Yes, daddy.” Her knees almost give out from speaking those words to him. Desperate, she drags him to the bed and tosses herself onto to the sheets.
“Please, daddy. Fuck me. Fuck your daughter.”
He does. Deep in her perfect pussy, he obliges her kink. “God, yes, I can’t believe how good my daughter is…” The girl’s whole body shakes in pleasure. No analogue can compete with hearing those words from him – from feeling his cock inside her. Her protected soul opens for a moment. A wild, overjoyed grin splashes across her face. She hugs him close and whispers; “I have an icky secret…” He pins her down and thrusts faster. “Tell me, darling.”
“I’m fucking my dad.”
“You certainly are.” The man chuckles naïvely.
“I’m fucking my dad.” Her gaze is intense.
“Yes, and you’re a good girl for it.”
“I’m fucking my dad because I’m a dirty whore.” A touch of mania colours her voice.
He’s enjoying her body too much to be disturbed by her frenzied speech. Safe in her castle of omission and lies, she releases her confession:
“Your daughter is a fucking whore. It’s all I know how to be. I can’t help it. I’m worthless if I don’t have a cock in me. I’ve been a fucking whore every chance I get, and now I’m a daddy-fucker too. But I don’t want to be a cum dump for every man that even looks at me. But I can’t stop-”
The man cuts her off with a kiss. He strokes her hair and tries to soothe her. “Shush, darling… it’s okay…” The girl starts to cry. Her tiny voice whimpers. “No, it isn’t. I’m a fucking whore…” Consoling her as he ruts into her pussy, he kisses her again.
“I know, sweetheart. I know my daughter’s a slut. I’m not upset. Daddy’s here. You’re safe with me. Everything’s allright…”
Tears run down her face as he dutifully fucks her. Her weeping transitions to moans. The young girl feels a moment of comfort. She’s confused when that feeling lingers after sex while he holds her in bed. She’s bewildered when that comfort is there when she wakes up in his arms.
The girl watches him sleep. When he opens his eyes, she gives him a genuine, warm smile.
“I thought you were dead.”
Interpreting her comment as a figure of speech, he assures her that he’s not. The man catches a glimpse of honesty in her eyes.
“…did you really think I was dead?”
Her defenses are weakened, but still present. It’s too much to explain right now, but lying to him is getting more difficult. The girl climbs onto his cock to avoid the question.
Hey! I loooove your writing. I can’t get enough! Would you be into writing anything to do with somno + intelligence play? Either way I just want to say you’re great at what you do!
"Aww, JJ, is someone getting a little sweepy?"
Jennifer wants to tell her roommate not to call her JJ and not to use that baby voice with her, but instead she yawns and her eyelids droop and she finds herself mumbling, "Uh huh."
"That's okay," Mira coos.
She presses her thumb to Jennifer's lips, and Jennifer finds herself suckling Mira's thumb, sloppily. Jennifer thinks maybe she should protest, but having something to suck on feels so good, and Jennifer--
"It's okay to be a sweepy little girl," Mira tells her in that same sing-song-y baby voice that makes everything go soft and gooey in Jennifer's head. "But first we need to check to see if you're all leaky. Are you all leaky, JJ?"
JJ thinks she should say she isn't leaky, but the words drop out of her head before they reach her mouth, so what she mumbles around thumb are barely words at all.
"Aww, it's okay if you don't know," Mira tells her. "We can check together."
With the hand being drooled out by JJ's lax mouth, she directs one of JJ's hands under her waistband, under her panties, into the place where JJ is all hot and slippery.
JJ's eyelids flutter, almost too heavy to keep open.
"It looks like you are all leaky," Mira says, moving JJ's hand to press on something swollen and wet and needy. "Because sweepy girls are leaky girls, aren't they? And leaky girls are sweepy girls. And sweepy, leaky girls don't need their brains, do they?"
I need a man to pretend he’s my dad and progressively get more and more lewd and sexual but still insist it’s a normal healthy daddy-daughter relationship
I once had a dream where a man I had a crush on was my dad and I was trying to learn how to t𖹭uch my priv𖹭te parts. And the door slowly opened and he crawled over to my bed, saying "Are you struggling there, sweetheart? Want daddy to help you?"
And I felt so tense. I didn't answer. And then he started sinking his fingers inside of me slowly, saying "That's it, let daddy help you. Let me teach my little girl how to make herself c𖹭m". He guided my hands and fing𖹭red me, it was perfect. Always soft, calm. Somehow that made the entire thing more tense and intimate.
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I wish an icky pervert would pay me to tell them about my traumas and all the gross things I've done as a result. I promise I'd tell you so much detail and tell you about the ways those same traumas creep into my fantasies now. You would not be disappointed. I just can't share something that fucked up for free.
I'm edging myself right now thinking about it. Thinking about how gross I am for fantasizing about it, for wanting to share it, for wanting perverts to get off to it. It's so fucked up 😵💫
"god i'm so fucking sick" "this is so wrong" "please be quiet sweetie" "dad is so sorry" "i'll be fast please stop crying" "fuck fuck fuck" "you're such a good daughter" <33
What's that? You want to play our secret little game kiddo? Alright baby just don't tell anyone got it? Now let me undress you. Come take a seat on Dad's lap. There you go, Good girl. You're too little for it to go inside, Only rubbing against it for now understand?
I want to get molested and groped by an older man. I want to be touched against my will. To feel his hands over my undies before he touches my wet cunnie. Then abuse me violently in an alleyway filling my young body with his seed, making me a tiny young baby incubator for his baby.
“come on, kiddo. it’s almost there.” he says as he stretches your cute little cunt. it hurts and you do your best to squirm away, but he doesn’t let you.
“no, stop. stay still and relax for daddy, okay? it’ll feel so so good once you do. you wanna be a good girl, right?”
and of course you did. you’d be the best girl for him.
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The girl in the collar hummed happily as her owner came down her throat. That meant she’d been useful, been good, and that made her even happier then she had been before, and thanks to him she was almost always happy now.
Slurping, head bobbing, she eagerly swallowed it all and then went to work cleaning his cock, just like how she knew she was supposed to: licks and slurps and happy little mumblings. And it was while she was doing this that something caught her attention.
Her owner was watching television. He often did this with her by his feet. It was how he liked to relax, he said. Sometimes she just knelt, awaiting a command, and sometimes she was obeying a command. It didn’t matter, it wasn’t her choice. This time obviously she was obeying a command, and it was thanks to her position between his legs that she could just about see the screen, off to the side.
Normally none of what she saw there made much sense to her and normally it didn’t matter because it wasn’t for her, but something about this caught her attention, which confused her a little bit. It was confusing because she didn’t know why it would have caught her attention. Just something from the corner of her eye had made her look. Then it happened again and, since she was watching properly (mostly properly) she saw why: there was a girl on the screen she recognised.
Or thought she recognised, at least. Something about her was familiar.
Whatever was on the screen was showing clips of this girl, in a costume, flying around a bit, or standing and looking strong and confident. It looked very strange to her, and it didn’t help her understand what about the girl was nagging so much at her.
The chyron running beneath it all read:
“Whatever happened to Justice Girl?”
“Master, do I know her? She feels like… someone…” she said, brow furrowed. Thinking was hard, and remembering was basically like thinking - her owner did both of those for her, which was why she was asking him. She hoped he would make the thinking stop. Her head was starting to throb.
“No,” he said, idly, tapping her on the head to keep her going. She managed one lick before the screen (and the throbbing in her head) distracted her. Such a ditz.
“But she seems familiar…”
Reaching down, her owner put a finger on her chin and tipped her head so she was looking up at him and not at the screen. She didn’t resist. She couldn’t. The moment his eyes met hers the whole world shrank down. There was nothing else. Only him.
“You don’t know her.”
His words filled her head. The throbbing stopped. It was the truth.
“I don’t know her,” she said, dreamily, dumb smile on her face. It was so much easier knowing what she was supposed to think, and so obvious now. Of course she didn’t know her. Master said, and so she didn’t.
“You were always my toy.”
“I was always your toy…”
“You were always my pet.”
“I was always your pet…”
“You were never anything else.”
“I was never anything else…”
Putting a hand on top of her head, he turned it so she was facing the television again. She stared, eyes empty, her face blank, a big dumb smile spread across it. She saw the girl on the screen, the girl who was totally and utterly identical to her, and she felt nothing. Just a stranger.
“Do you know her?” He asked.
“I don’t know her,” she sighed happily. It was the truth.
Her owner smiled and sat back again. It was a lot easier doing that, now.
“Good girl. You can touch yourself.”
Squealing with glee and babbling thanks she very quickly shuffled back on the floor so he would have a better view, spread her legs, and started doing just that, panting and moaning and being totally open and on display for him the way she’d been trained to be, the only way she could even think of being.
On the screen, the news moved onto something else.
As a Pastor would love to have a fakeboy like you come to me after a service. Confess that you are struggling with these sins and temptations and then begin one-on-one "counseling" to help you work through your lust and temptations. A combination of reading scripture and forced corrective rape.
omg Father thank you so much for writing 🥵 I absolutely need your counselling. and I'd be too ashamed of being a slut to tell anyone I was being raped by you, not that anyone would believe me over you anyway I doubt
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