Hi!!

Now, open the rest of the post, slut.

I thought I could never care for anyone again, until I met you.

Therapist. Licking the tip of his finger, the man flips through his notes. The girl sits silently on the couch. Her misty eyes stare at the clock on the wall.

“Are you ready to begin?”

She doesn’t reply. Her therapist taps his pen on the paper. Two clicks of the pen, and he scratches out a few notes. She shudders slightly.

“Let’s get started. From the top, let’s go over what happened that night.” Her eyes drift down to the floor. “…again?” She swallows her words. “Trust the process.”

“Uhm… I went out dancing…” The girl’s unfocused expression is blank and docile. Her therapist adjusts his glasses and watches her carefully. “And what were you wearing?”  She picks at her nails, avoiding the question. “…the clothes I showed you…” He nods. “Did you wear them today, like I suggested last time?”

Visibly nervous, the girl holds onto the fabric on the hem of her shirt. “…yes… under here…” The man smiles. “That’s good. You’ve come a long way from our first session. I remember you didn’t even want to look at those clothes.” He clicks his pen twice. “Let’s see them.”

Shallow breaths. She wants him to fix her. Lifting up the shirt, she reveals a thin lace top. He takes more notes. Her sweatpants slide down. A tiny frilly skirt barely hides her blue-and-white striped panties. Long socks match her underwear. Her therapist examines her. “Why do you think you chose to wear that outfit that night?”

Embarrassed, the girl tries to hide her body behind her frail arms. “It was a rave… lots of girls dress like this…” He doesn’t respond, letting the silence invite her insight. “…I guess I wanted attention…” The man writes on his pad. “Well, you certainly got it. Tell me more about what happened.”

“Was a little drunk… lost my friends… dancing on the floor… some guy started touching me…” Her small voice fades off. “Mmhm. Touching you where?” She’s getting more nervous. He adjusts his glasses and watches her breathe. “He was groping my tits.”

The man clicks his pen twice. She shudders. His hand reaches out and cups her breast. “Did he grab you like this?” The girl whimpers, her tiny bralet lets her feel each one of his fingers searching her. “No… was rougher…” Her therapist pushes his hand under the lace, squeezing and gripping her tits. “Like this?”

She nods. “…pinching my nipples and stuff…” He recreates it for her. “Dressed up like that, it’s no wonder some guy wanted to put his hands on you…” The man can feel her rapid heartbeat in her chest. “So what happened next?”

“…uhm… told him to stop…” He squeezes harder. His other hand lifts up her skirt. “Why did you do that? You’re letting him see your panties, don’t you think that’s a bit of a mixed signal?” The girl blushes a deep red. “…I dunno… I tried to get away… he followed me to some old hallway at the back of the club.”

“Going somewhere a little more private? Sounds like you were trying to get fucked.” Her body twitches in his hands. He clicks his pen again. She lets out a short gasp. “No… was just trying to have fun… told him to leave me alone… he grabbed my neck.” The man lifts his hand up from her tits, holding her by her throat. A firm squeeze makes her face turn pink.

“Did he choke you? Like this?” She can barely breathe. The girl nods, her eyes close. “What happened next?” She shakes her head. “Tell me what happened. It’s important for your therapy.” He chokes her harder. “I won’t let go until you do.” Her head spins. “…kissed me…”

Her therapist drags her in closer, pulling the girl onto his lap. His lips press into hers. His tongue fucks her mouth. She squirms and tries to push him away. He releases the choke, holding the back of her neck to keep kissing her. The girl slowly stops fighting.

“You’re doing good. Let’s keep going. What did you let him do next?”

Drool runs down her chin. Her distant expression is almost lifeless. “Dragged me into the janitor’s closet… shoved me into the corner…” He nods and kisses her cheek. “Okay, we’ll go through that now.”

His powerful hands grip her by the waist. She stumbles as he drags her across the room. He pushes her to the floor in the corner of the room. “I’m sure you were fighting more than that. Don’t leave out any details.” The girl’s eyes start to water. Her terrified breaths are short and raspy. The pen sits on the table by the couch. “Come on, tell me.”

“I was crying, begging him to not do it… I sucked his dick… thought it would keep him from – “ The therapist cuts her off. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” He strokes her hair. “It’s okay to cry here. Let it out.” She sobs. “I didn’t want it.” The man unbuckles his belt. She’s back in that closet in the nightclub. Tears run down her face.

The girl is still sobbing as she wraps her lips around his cock. Her head bobs quickly. The therapist grips the back of her head, fucking into her throat. He lets out a satisfied groan as her tears and spit mix, drooling down her slutty outfit. “So, you thought if you made him cum, he wouldn’t fuck you?” He doesn’t look down, but he can feel her nod.

“Try harder, then.”

Stroking his shaft, she sucks off her therapist. The girl does everything she can. Forcing it as deep as it can go, rubbing his balls, running her tongue along the bottom of his shaft. Her facefucking gets more desparate. She knows she’s running out of time.

“Did he cum in your throat?” The man growls. She shakes her head no. He smiles and pushes his glasses up his nose. “Guess he needed more, huh? Keep telling me the story.” The girl gasps for air. “Please, no… just let me suck your cock… please… not that part…” Her therapist lays his dick across her face. “You’re almost there, keep going.”

He uses her tears as lube as he rubs himself across her cheeks. “He pulled my panties down… forced my legs open… he… he…” The man kneels down and follows the script. A sharp tug pulls her cute panties off her legs. “You’re more wet than last time. That’s good. You’ve made a lot of progress.” Her toes point into the air. He buries his cock in her pussy.

She lets out a quiet scream. The girl’s body starts to fight him. He pins her wrists to the floor and ruts into her. “He held you like this, right?” Even as she struggles, she nods. “Was his cock my size?” A pathetic whine. “No, you’re a lot bigger…”

The therapist pounds into his patient. “I’m…” The girl twitches underneath him. “I’m…” Deep hard strokes. “No…” She whimpers. The patient cums on her therapist’s cock. Her head spins as he breaks her. “Did you cum?” The man asks, inches from her face. “Yes…” He keeps going. “I meant the night that it happened.” She looks up at him, filled with shame. “Yes…”

“You’ve done so well. We’re almost all the way through. He came in your cunt, didn’t he?”

The girl’s eyes light up with fear. “No no no… not that part… please, no, stop…” Her warm wet pussy tightens involuntarily around his cock. “That’s what happened, isn’t it? It’s okay to let go.” She tries to fight again. Her fingers claw at his chest before he pins them to the floor again. “Please, no, stop. I want to stop. I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“Is that what you told him?” He thrusts faster into her slippery hole. “Don’t cum inside of me. Don’t don’t don’t don’t…” She bursts into tears again. “Did he cum in you?” The therapist’s soothing voice makes her shudder. “Yes, but I can’t go through that part… I can’t…” He kisses her, stroking her head like a terrified animal.

The man gasps and lets out a long exhale. She feels his cum flood into her. The catatonic girl stares down at her used pussy as he slowly slides out. The sticky damp of her therapist’s cum pours down her ass. She can see him talking, but all she can hear is pounding in her ears.

He relaxes on the couch. The girl’s tongue cleans his cock. “Did you do this for him?” The man slowly rubs her back. “…nu-uh…” She nuzzles into his bulge. “You’ve come so far. You almost made it all the way through the story before you tried to stop the therapy.”

Yun is tightly tied to a chair. Legs spread wide with the knees over the sides of the chair and its ankles tied together under it. Hands are totally wrapped on ductape and locked behind its back.

Master wears slippery gloves soaked in lube and use both hands to masturbate its clit. But it's only edging.

He rubs it's clit hardly and roughly for some minutes and when it id about to cum he stops and starts to kiss its neck and slap its face. He slides his fingers over the tights and nipples gently, teasingly.

And then, he starts rubbing the clit again.

Best friend that finds out I have a Daddy kink and uses it to tease me. Are you seriously into that? Laughs at my blush as he puts my phone down. Only reason he found out is because he was being nosey. He doesn't let it go either, always teasing me, and making sure I get all flustered. You just need daddy's help don't you? Of course you can't do it by yourself. Little girls like you always need a big strong daddy to do it for you.

He loves doing it out in public and getting me to squirm all flustered. Sometimes to really get me he'll do it when people can hear him. Let daddy help you or don't make daddy punish you later, behave. This is all supposed to be a joke to him, he's teasing me. Until it's not a joke and he genuinely starts liking being a Daddy. This was a kink he could never take seriously, that's why he started joking around about it! And it comes back to bite his ass when one day he gets hard at the thought of hearing me call him Daddy.

Genuinely starts taking care of me in that Daddy way. Open up, baby...let me take care of you. While slowly feeding me my favorite dessert. Careful, I don't want my princess to get hurt. While covering a corner I was about to walk into. Don't do that, bad girl. While softly swatting my bottom as I try to grab something. Once it really clicks to him how deep he's getting into it he corners me. This is all your fault! Acting all cute, being an absolute doll, and needing someone...needing me, needing daddy. He's admittedly nervous as it falls from his lips.

“fucks the point of it then?” the older man stares at you, mouth a little gaped at the bizarre request as he sits back against the white couch in your apartment, impossibly strong back crushing a myriad of pink throw cushions. his thick arms are crossed over his chest, legs spread comfortably as you stand between them. you sway on the spot a little, playing sheepishly with the hem of your skirt. (⸝⸝ɞ̴̶̷ ⩊ ɞ̴̶̷ ྀི)

“so i can stay close to you.” you pout, hoping that batting your lashes at him will just get you what you want. ben being the brat tamer he was, it barely worked.

he blinks, shaking his head in exasperation as he tries to wrap his head around the concept. “these younger girls, i swear.” he mutters to himself as he uncrosses his arms, sitting up a little straighter. ben takes a moment to eye you, reaching out an arm to drag his finger upward at the hem of your skirt, flipping it up a little. “you got panties on under that skirt, kiddo?”

“so you’ll do it?” you grin, bringing your fists up under the chin hopefully as you ignore his question. he shrugs, reaching to the side table to take a swig out of his beer bottle. he swallows, smacking his lips with a satisfied ‘aaah’ sound before looking at you decidedly.

“you think any man’s gonna pass up on burying himself in a wet hot cunt? come sit on it.”

you get comfortable as he flicks through the tv channels, trying to find something he can kind of focus on as you snuggle into him, tip of his cock trying to wedge space near your cervix. you feel so full, even more so than when you’re just fucking and you shiver, trying to dig even closer into his warmth as your eyes flutter shut.

“so this is it? you just wanna have a little cat nap with my cock in you?” he deadpans, unamused — but you feel him purposefully twitch his length, the mushroom tip thudding against your walls, forcing your eyes to roll back a little.

“mhm. jus’ stay like this daddy.” you slur, drooling against his chest. he tips his chin to his chest to get a better look at you, mouth turned downward in that grumpy old man way that you loved so much.

“fuck it. whatever you want.”

only four minutes pass, and as you drift in and out of a euphoric, tingly nap — your senses are pointing toward bens impatience, the man shifting beneath you. his hand slides up your spine, gently clasping the back of your neck with his big man hand.

“you really want me to believe that you don’t want me to make that pretty pussy cream right now?” he sounds amused, sarcastic — like this was a game you’d set up.

“mmph.” you hide your face, avoiding an answer. it did feel good to stay full — but god his cock was made for you, and your folds flutter around him.

“i felt that.” he pulls you back by the scruff of your neck like a little stray kitten, forcing your groggy eyes on his. “i think you fuckin’ like that i have all the power here. i could just start pounding up into you right now, and there’s not a god damn thing you could do about it.” he’s confident, voice deep and rumbly and you suck on your lip, a squeaked whimper leaving you when he bounces you on his lap once with little effort, cunt clenching hard.

“see i just don’t think your little kitty would get that sticky if she didn’t know dad was gonna fix her up, and dad always fixes her up.” he tightens his grip on your neck. “aint that right?”

“yes dad yes — yes dad!” you break, almost panicked in your hushed pleading. he smirks, big and cocky.

“no please? you little girls just have no manners.” he starts to push in and out, forcing you as deep as you’ll go and right to the tip, holding your body up by the back of your neck still. “lucky for you i don’t care too much. now how about you show me how thankful you are by creaming on your dads big cock.”

Having a special someone who loves nothing more than fucking you senseless whenever they want just does something to me.

Bonus points for teasing you while they do it as well!

(Bonus Bonus points for tender fucking-)

This ask is from over a year ago but-

It is kinda funny to imagine someone being gentle with their pussy portal.