#stemming-cheat

Jesus... you're her best friend. She fucking loves you like a sister, and you're letting me slap my cock across your tongue? Really? And for what reason? Because you found out I beat her up?

Did finding out that I was the one who gave her that black eye turn your dumb fucking cunt so wet that you had to run over and thank me for it? For putting that cunt in her place? God, you fucking gender traitor. You worthless, cheap little cunt. Go on. You were so keen to thank me. Show me how you fucking throat my cock or I'll give you a matching black eye.

Yeah, fuck, that's a good toy. Look at you, you pathetic piece of fuckmeat. Desperately gagging yourself on your bestie's boyfriend's cock. Thanking me for hurting another woman. Do you like it that much? That I hurt her? I can't even remember — FUCK —... I can't even remember why I hurt her.

I guess it just makes my cock hard watching her cry like that.

You moaned? God, you're fucking pathetic. Sisterhood doesn't mean shit to you, does it? Or maybe it means worshipping your best friend's abusive, cheating boyfriend, huh? You care more about my cock than her, don't you? That's okay. She can't fuck your throat, can she? She can't threaten to beat you like I can.

God, I'm gonna cum. Is that what you wanted, you temptress? You disgusting little slut. You did this, you know. I told myself I wouldn't cheat anymore, and then you come prancing in here with that tiny skirt on and batting those pretty eyes at me. Seducing a taken fucking man. You're so fucked up for this, you know.

Oh fuck. Fuck. I'm going to cum soon. I'm going to cum in your mouth, and you're going to swallow every last fucking drop. No, actually, gargle that shit for me. I want see you drink it down, and if there's even a fucking fleck of jizz left, I swear to god I'm going to make my girlfriend's bruises look like light compared to yours. Fuck.

Stupid fucking bitch. This is what the two of you need. Broken, worthless fucking cunts that just need a strong, fucked up man to keep you in line. Shit. I'm gonna cum. Fuck, you worthless cunt. Take my cum. Fuck, fuck, fuckkkk. Oh fuck... show me what it looks like. Go on. God, you're a terrible fucking friend. You know that, right? Now drink it all down.

I'm awful for getting off to this, but... sometimes I think about a girl who's jealous that I'm some loser's dad and not her dad. A girl who finds herself imagining me with my kind eyes and firm hands, fucking her into an orgasm or picking her up from school. A hot dad for a hot daughter. Not that pathetic loser.

I'm terrible for getting off to the thought of her bullying my daughter, aren't I? My kid coming home every day with tears in her eyes as my frustration and helplessness grow. This girl, driven by her own frustration, would take it out on my baby girl. Making her life a misery because she's jealous.

Until one day, my daughter and wife are gone for the afternoon, and I realise I finally need to address this. So I call her bully around. I call this evil, manipulative bitch around to my house, and she shows up in the tightest tank top and the tiniest skirt. And she'd deflect and giggle, and dance away from the issues.

"She's such a fucking loser, Mister. She's got no friends. The teachers hate her. She's so fucking pathetic. And honestly? She doesn't even deserve you, does she? Taking all your time and energy to focus on yourself. That's just terrible, isn't it?" She'd say in that sultry tone, her hands spread across my lap.

And god, I'd fight and struggle internally. But I'd find my eyes drawn to her tits and her ass. And suddenly her words would start to make a little more sense. My daughter is a loser, right? And I should be allowed to focus on myself sometimes...

But that doesn't make what she did right. She shouldn't have bullied my daughter, and I'd show her a lesson with my cock crammed down her throat. Pounding into that sloppy, teenage throat as I berate her. Kind eyes turned stern. Gentle hands turned firm.

I'd pull her and spin her around to slam myself into her soaking cunt, barely catching a flash of her smug, lewd, evil grin. She'd thrust back against me, asking me how it felt. Whether this is what I needed from a girl my daughter's age. Not incessant yammering. Not whining or pitiful moaning. Just a good fuck.

And then she'd start calling me daddy. She'd ask me if I'm her favourite daughter, and I'd... fuck, I'd say she is. I'd tell her she's my favourite little girl. That she's my real daughter. And maybe she'd tell me exactly why she'd started bullying my kid. And I'd tell her... fuck, I'd tell her that she could keep going. That I don't really care.

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Aww, I think I have a good idea I know who this is.

Looking at all the nasty, icky posts you liked, I can tell you need it. You need to be edged and broken into my pathetic, personal little fuckdoll, don't you? I would do it, sweetie. I would strip you of your identity. I would turn you into something less than girl. Just a broken, brainless little bitch that needs her owner to turn her into a toy built solely for his pleasure.

And it's so cute how despite being so utterly worthless, you still want to be other woman. It's cute that you'd want to be less than a fleshlight to me, but still more than my girlfriend. I think it'd be hot. Just turning you into this submissive, disgusting set of holes that does anything I say, no matter how gross, how icky, how utterly fucked up. But then still jerking off to the sight of you slapping and spitting on her face. Telling her that you ride my cock better than she ever could. Telling her that she should clean my cum out of you after I'm done fucking you. After all, you're pathetic.

- the anon who keeps sending cucky asks ☁️

Aww, I'm glad I can help you get off :) thank you for your kind words.