#cnc concept

little did you know that dad was waiting just for the moment you dozed off.

you’re feeling warm, way more than normal. a strange sensation stirs in your lower belly and your cheeks are burning, you can feel your hair sticking onto your sweaty temples. you finally open your eyes & the first thing you notice is that the movie is over, only the credits rolling on the television’s screen are visible. the next second your eyes drop down between your legs to make up in the glow of the television a familiar face between them, lapping at your cunt, fucking you with two thick fingers. your brain goes blank for a full minute.

you instinctively grab his hair, thighs squeezing around his cheeks, but that doesn’t stop him. “you looked so innocent, I couldn’t help myself,” he only whispers before busying his mouth between your folds once again. you’re too drowsy to resist, too overstimulated by such unexpected pleasure to say no, even if you know how wrong it is.

you give in to his attentions, beg him for more, even, and he obliges—only after basking in the feeling of power your surrender gives him. “oh, how I missed you, kiddo,” he whispers as he kisses his way up your chest, towards your neck which he kisses as well and bites, pulling out an eager sounding whine out of your throat. his large, calloused hands slide over your body to grab your waist, pushing your body into the couch’s cushions, the amount of pressure starting to become painful, enough to leave bruises.

you hear some rustling from below, a metallic sound and a zip. you know what’s about to come. “this is sick, we shouldn’t be doing this…” you sluggishly whisper, still tired. dad ignores your words and pulls his hard cock from his containment before rubbing it over your pussy, then, without asking, he starts to push it inside your damp hole, grunting loudly into your ear.

“dad, please!” you writhe in pain, squirming under his weight at the forced intrusion, pleading him to stop. no verbal response from him. what you obtain instead is your lips being forced open by his tongue, kissing you so aggressively you struggle to decide on which stimulus to focus on.

it doesn’t take you too long to give up on your fighting, letting your father roughly fucking into you and kissing him back, too. your moans muffled by the wet sounds of your mouths. your hands even reach behind his back, scratching desperately at his shoulder blades with your nails, leaving red marks on his skin to match with his bite mark, a proof of the sin you’re guilty of and that you two are now sharing.

all the fear starts fading away, shame melting with the warmth of the deed you’re consuming together, you feel all the pleasure coiling up into your lower belly, a tight thread ready to snap at any given moment. it feels so good you forgot how wrong it is, until…

“cum with me, my son.”

all your concerns start festering your mind again, and that’s what brings you to your undoing. dirty. oh, so dirty.

those words, sharp like a scissor, make that thread inside of you snap, and suddenly you’re coming around your father’s cock while he does the same thing inside of you, your releases mixing up together, filling your womb to the brim with that forbidden essence.

“I love you, kiddo,” he kisses your lips with a softness that makes your heart ache.

“I love you too, dad.”

A box that lays over your head but its a one way mirror, so youre locked in place while everyone fucks you but all you can see is your face and how stupid you look getting fucked senseless

“Please, no more.., please I can’t take it anymore!”

“If you really want to stop then use your safe word, baby.”

“…”

the worst part is, their interest in you seems to be purely platonic.

never mind how, only nine hours prior, they dosed your water with a sedative, leaving you out cold as soon as your head hit the pillow. how they slipped into your room afterwards, straddling your sleeping form and taking a moment just to admire the sight of you.