Unlearn Shame

Crumpled on the laundry room floor, the girl hugs her legs. Face buried in her knees, leggings around her ankles, ripped panties barely hanging on to her waist. “Did you hear me?” Her best friend’s dad’s voice sounds so far away. Looming over the trembling girl, he pulls up his pants and buckles his belt.

“You don’t tell anybody what happened.” A few tears drip down between her legs, splotching on the small puddle of his cum that had leaked out onto the cold tile. “Answer me.” His gruff voice is tinted with his normal soft cadence. “yes…” The girl’s red eyes flicker at him, peering up from her curled limbs. “Yes what?” Her friend’s dad tucks in his shirt. “Won’t tell anyone what happened.”

“Good. Now clean yourself up and go back to bed.”

She never used to touch herself much. Once a week at the most. Now she frantically rubs at her clit for the third time that day. The girl’s phone rattles in her hand as her fingers work on her pussy. The screen is so close, her ragged breathing fogs the image. “ah… ah… ah…” Her phone slips and falls to the mattress. Curling her body, she whimpers to herself as she brings herself to orgasm.

“Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.”

Alone in her room, the girl stares blankly at the video. Her heart pounds. Porn like this was something new to her. The middle-aged man brutishly forces himself into the younger woman. A cheerful chime sound notifies her of a text from her best friend. “Wanna come over and study tomorrow?” She reacts with a thumbs up. Rewinding the video, her hand dips back between her thighs.

The two friends procrastinate. A few half-hearted attempts at comparing notes in between painting their nails. The girl chooses a soft pink. Late into the evening, the pair snack on some cereal. The girl stretches and yawns. “It’s getting late, I should probably go…” She packs up her schoolwork. “…do you think your dad can give me a ride?”

Her best friend’s dad grabs his keys. They hug goodbye. Dropping her bag in the back seat, she climbs silently into the car. A quick text to her mom. I should be home in an hour or two. He starts the engine. Her house is only a few minutes down the road. “Didn’t tell anybody.” The girl mumbles to him. The man turns the wheel and pulls off onto a side road.

She stares out into the night as he drives to the woods. Darkness envelops them. Gravel crunches under the tires as he stops alongside the old road. Her eyes closed, she listens to the silence.

He grips her hair. “Stop! You don’t need to-“ Holding the back of her hair, the powerful man drags her face to his lap. “I’ll do it! You don’t have to make me…” His belt slaps across her face as he unbuckles it. She squirms and fights as he pulls his hard cock from his pants. “I’ll just suck it! Don’t!”

Forcing her head down, he pushes his cock deep into her throat. The girl gags. Both hands on the back of her neck, he grinds her face down until her nose touches his hip. She smacks at his thighs. Holding onto a fistful of her hair the man pumps his cock into her mouth. The girl can barely breathe. Every gasp for air is interrupted by a sob.

He gropes her mercilessly. One handful of her tits, one hand on the back of her skull. Her best friend’s dad groans and leans back. He facefucks the young girl in the family SUV. The pace increases. Droplets of her tears run down her cheeks and across her lips. She tastes the salty tears on his cock. His cock throbs in her throat.

The girl’s lips pull off his dick with a wet pop. He shoves her back into the passenger seat and climbs on top of her. “No. Please. No...” Her fresh pink nails claw at his chest as he forces her legs open. Pulling up her skirt, the man finds her fresh pink pussy. “No panties? Fucking slut.” She covers her face in shame. Rubbing the head of his cock against her hole, he grips her by the throat. “Wet too. Little whore.”

She shrieks as he thrusts his cock into her. Alone in the woods, nobody hears her scream. The girl shudders as he starts to rut inside. Cramped and awkward in the small space, he’s rougher than he needs to be. She twitches every time her friend’s dad’s cock thumps against her cervix. Gripping her wrists, he pulls her fingers away from her face and pins her arms to the headrest.

Holding both of her slender arms in one hand, his other hand takes advantage of her. Pulling up her shirt, he grabs her bare tits. A push on her knee opens her legs more and lets him get deeper. He squeezes her wet cheeks. Struggling in the seat, she can’t get away. “I would have done it…” The girl begs. “…I would have let you… stop… please…”

Her pathetic whining only makes him push harder. Grabbing the back of her head again, he tilts her head down. “Look at it.” She can see her tits bounce with each smack of his hips. “Look at what you made me do.” His thick cock stretches her out. Watching him thrust so carelessly into her, the girl falls silent.

“See it? What the fuck did you think was going to happen? Baiting me for years, now you want to pretend you’ll put out?”

The girl doesn’t respond. Her body shudders. He feels her tighten on his cock. Wet and slippery and crushed underneath his weight, the girl’s sobbing turns to short, sweet gasps.

“This is your fault.”

Her back arches. The man pounds into her faster and faster. All fight has left her body. She cums on his cock for the second time. It’s not as strong as the time on the laundry room floor, but it lasts longer. Pinning the little cocktease to the car seat, he cums deep in her bare pussy. Condensation runs down the foggy glass.

Relaxing in the driver’s seat, the man turns to his daughter’s best friend. Limp, her face is dull and expressionless. “Please don’t tell anyone.” He doesn’t answer. “Please. I’m sorry I baited you. I’m sorry. I didn’t know what I was doing.” She lets out a quiet sob. “Please don’t tell anyone I’m like this. I’m sorry.” He gently rests his hand on her thigh. “Don’t worry. This is just between us.”

He drives back down the road. The girl’s tits still hang out of her shirt. His cum spills across the inside of her skirt. Her finger draws a heart in the foggy glass. The car smells like their sex. Pulling up into the driveway of her parent’s house, she looks up at the dark building. The lights are off.

“Guess they’re asleep…” She talks quietly, as if to not wake them up. “…need anything… before I go?” He seems annoyed by the question. Shoving two fingers into her mouth, he clarifies their dynamic. “Need anything? If I need something, I can just take it. Understand?” The girl nods, sucking on his fingers.

In the darkness of the driveway, he makes the girl roll on her side. Curled up in the car seat, she stays quiet for him. He lifts up his daughter’s friend’s skirt. The wet fingers from her mouth touch her ass. The girl twitches but stays still. The man pushes one finger inside. “Ever had anything up here before?” She shakes her head. “Better start practicing.” She nods.

The second finger pushes into her bum. More cum drips from her cunny, down her ass. Her cheek smears the wet heart she drew on the window. Quiet, desparate gasps. He watches her pussy leak as he works his fingers in and out of her. The man sees her hand appear between her thighs and start to rub. A few minutes of play. He slowly eases his fingers out of her.

“That’s it for tonight. You can go.” She looks a little sad as she opens the car door. “Tits.” He reminds her. The girl pulls her shirt down to cover herself up. “Thanks… and, uh, thanks for the ride…” He smiles. “You’re welcome.” Flustered again, the girl stalls for time. She fumbles to extend their time together. “And, uhm… thanks for… the other stuff… I’m sorry about… you know…”

“You’ll make it up to me.” He nods at the back seat. “Don’t forget your bag.” Dizzy, the girl collects her belongings. They wish each other a good night. The man waits until she’s safe inside before driving away. On the other side of the door, her bag drops to the floor. She pauses and bursts into nervous laughter. I’ll make it up to him.

you like to visit empty abandoned houses, often just for the aesthetics and the vibe of a forgotten place. the charm of the silence that surrounds you when you enter the deserted space, hollow and muted by dust and cobwebs, welcomes you into a different time and place.

you do not not believe in ghosts. you’ve never seen one, and you’d be careful to claim to have had supernatural experiences in the places you visit just because the aesthetics lend themselves to such imaginations. but you can’t really find any good reasons to deny the existence of old spirits in places like this, and you would be lying if you said you never wished to have something exciting like that happen somewhere sometime. who knows... maybe this place, today, could show you you’re not wishing in vain.

something feels electric here, intense. like there's a trembling energy in the air that catches on your jacket and buzzes in your ears, even in the dead silence. there's no discernible draft, but your skin still prickles. an odd chill down your neck could be mistaken for a touch of finger tips. maybe it should scare you, especially when that sensation goes on to travel down your spine and circle around your waist like hands taking a hold. but like you said, you’re just intrigued. oh, do your worst!

next thing you know is your jacket being yanked off your shoulders in a surprisingly swift motion, and you feel a pressure encircling both your wrists and ankles, like invisible ribbons tied around them, and you’re hoisted up off the floor to hang untethered in midair. your shirt is lifted up and the hands gripping your waist snake their way up your exposed chest, shamelessly cupping your tits and rolling your fast-hardening nipples with insolent fingertips.

next to go are your shorts, unceremonously unbuttoned and pulled down and off together with your underwear, already stained with a wet spot as they drop on the floor. another pair of hands slip down your abdomen, then, and easily find their way between your spreading legs, fingers venturing to tease around your clit and brush between your folds, increasingly wet and quivering from electrified anticipation as of now.

your laboured breathing being the only sound in the hollow room, you squirm against the touches, trying to get more but being held back by your invisible restraints. the thrill of not knowing what is going to happen next makes your cunt twitch, an the invisible fingers keep working around your wet hole. you can feel them spreading your entrance open, one digit pushing in and stretching the sensitive skin. it it’s joined by a second one the moment your surprised gasp turns into a wanton moan.

the ropes around your wrist pull your arms up in front of you. the ones around your ankles pull up and outwards, making you spread wide, exposed, open to any attention coming your way. the fingers start pumping at a steady pace in your cunt, going two knuckles deep, stretching it your hole wider and curling up, making you whimper and try to clench up around them. you can't help starting to rock your hips down, embarrassing noises escaping your lips as the fingers keep pressing on just the right spot inside.

just when you think you could cum any second, the fingers pull out. you let out a cry in frustration, but the hands on your tits are not letting up for one second, grabbing impudent holds and mercilessly playing with your reddened nipples, keeping you weak and panting. you catch your breath for a split second, just enough for you to wonder if your moans could be heard by any lucky bastard passing by outside. the thought makes you squirm with vague and unexpected excitement, but it is quickly interrupted by the tip of a thick cock pushing in you with no warning or challenge. with one deep thurst it bottoms out, fills you up and starts pounding your cunt with pitiless purpose. strung up and helpless, arching your back against the force is the only motion you still have a sliver of control over, but when another cock impales your ass, your mind goes blank and the only awareness you’ve got left is zeroed to your holed stretching open as the cocks push in and out, bouncing you up and down in your restraints.

He tells me he's doing this as a chemical experiment, but it's really simple psychological. If I believe the drugs will turn me into a dog, I'll turn into one. He feeds me sugar pills and injects me with saline solution, telling me this will make me a perfect puppy for him. I believe him. I eat treats out of his hand, wiggle my hips like a tail, whine when I want attention, sleep at his feet.

Doctor care takers..... please???

!!These are porn links!! Graphic content, sex, all that good stuff :p

Re2 Leon

-Leon eating his teacher for extra credit

-Leon loves when you play with his cock

-Leon sucking his mommy’s tits

-He loves ruining your panties

Re4 Leon

-bouncing on his cock after a mission

-15 minutes into a movie

-I know he has a breeding kink.

-he likes taking his time with you

Vendetta Leon

-this one just screams vendetta leon to me

-taking care of him while he’s drunk

-drunk and needy

-I just know he’s vocal

Death island Leon

-step daddy Leon after you come home from school<3

-you love it when he chokes you

-daddy leon is such a pervert

-his precious girl

Re9 Leon

-limp dick? He’s still got his hands.

-old man leon loves when you ride his face

-you’ve been a bad girl

They’re above you, muscles taut and flexing as their hips roll into yours, stuttering and spasming with every thrust. Calling their pace sporadic would be generous – the thrusts are random, carnally snaping into you, as if he has no control over his own body. His breath is labored, deep pants that have hot breaths fanning across your lips, his eyes practically crossed as he stares heavy lidded down at you. There’s not an inch of space between your bodies – your nipples brush against his chest, pebbled and hard and driving him fucking crazy, his cock twitching inside you over and over again until you’re sure he'll come any moment. His forearms cage around your head, the heat radiating from his body making you dizzy as he picks up his pace, the feeling of your tight walls fluttering around him leaving his eyes rolling to the back of his head. It’s heaven, the coarse hairs right above his cock brushing against your sensitive bud with every thrust.

But oh – the sounds he makes are something sinful, downright unholy. They’re deep, starting as groans way down in his chest but slowly climbing to desperate little moans as they tumble past his lips, getting higher and thinner as he nears his end. He can’t look at you like this – he’s too embarrassed, the pleasure making his brain mush as he gasps and heaves out uneven, stuttered breaths.

But at a particularly tight clench around him, he’s suddenly falling forward, his face buried in your neck as he cries out your name, the syllables slurred and runny and god, is he chanting your name? It’s low, breathy, in time with every smack of his hips against yours, heavy balls clapping against your ass as you lick your lips and groan.

Soon your name becomes pleas, little begs that leave you scratching your nails down his back, surely leaving lines you know he’ll wear like trophies tomorrow.

F-fuck, oh fuck oh fuck, just like th-that baby, fuck!

Feels so, mmm o-oh, feels so good, ‘m gonna come s’fast baby, fuck it’s all your fault –

Please let me come, wanna come so – so fuckin’ bad, wanna come in you baby fuck please!

Let me come i-inside, wanna – wanna stuff you so fucking full, oh god ‘m so close –

He’s nearly crying, big fat tears welling in his because he needs you to give him permission to come in that tight cunt of yours, to send ropes of white spurting inside you. He needs you to tell him he’s a good boy, that he deserves to get you sticky and spent, your pussy all puffy and musky.

And when you tell him yes, he can fuck his cum into you, he’s gone.

Suddenly he’s blabbering out slurred thank you’s, his hips bucking into you as he moans and whimpers and chokes on his own gasps, the sounds ringing in your ears as he stiffens up, body going taut and every muscle contracting and oh fuck oh fuck it’s coming he’s coming here it comes –

The moan he lets out is high, almost pained, almost sounding like your name. His eyes are squeezed shut, face still tucked against your neck, and you can feel the spurts of warm, runny cum as his cock twitches, over and over as if he’s trying to get every last drop into you, wanting to make sure you’re good and properly stuffed full. Stuffed full of him.

He’s shaking, his shoulders heaving as he peppers wet, slobbery kisses against your neck, cries of thank you and I love you spilling past his lips as his hips slowly begin moving again, his cock still painfully hard.

‘m sorry, he gasps, need to give you everything…

And, twenty minutes later, the cum slowly dribbling out of your used cunt will be proof – along with the strangled, choked moan he lets out as he watches it.

They take up more than half the bed yet they wanna be babied, taken care of. Tell them how pathetic they look begging for affection, begging to suck on your tits and have their hair played with while their pants get tighter before you even get to take your bra off. Aren't they so cute when they struggle to sit on your lap? "Mommy please I know I'm heavy but I need it please please please"

Completely and utterly at your mercy. And unbelievably shameless. "Mhm please...stuff my mouth! I need to suck on something! Anything please!"

They don't leave your side. Scary dog privilege my ass. No one messes with you when they see him walking behind you on the streets but what they don't see is the way his legs are shaking, the way his ass is clenching around that vibrating butt plug. And that's not even a punishment, he begged for it! Begging to be used at all times. Can you even refuse him when he's so fucking polite? Make him beg even harder for the small pathetic ounce of stimulation he wants when he's already on the floor sobbing like it's the end of the world just because it hurts how hard he is for you at all times. He craves it. Relief, a brief touch, anything to make the tantalizing ache go away. But his mind is so messy he doesn't even know if he wants to cum till nothing comes out of his abused cock or if he wants to be edged to the point he starts speaking unintelligible nonsense.

"Mhm~ don't know! Do something pleaseee! You know I...ahh I need something please..."

"What is it, sweet thing? Use your words. How can mommy help her puppy hm?"

"Nhg~ don't knoowww mommy...need you...lots...want yes want...mommy!"

And you laugh at him. The whole situation is just so fucking funny, yet it melts your heart at the same time. Seeing how reliant he is on you. Seeing how vulnerable he allows himself to become in front of you. The level of trust that takes.

And you wipe away his tears and kiss his lips gently, taking care of your pretty boy to the best of your abilities. Making him feel so good.

And he thanks you over and over again. "Mommy thank you! I love you! Love you love you love you soo much! What can I do for you, mommy? Wanna make mommy feel good, please!"