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I've gotten some anons for royal setting stuff and I'm making this separate because it doesn't really fit the ones I received but I've been thinking a lot about this.

Being a princess with the tiara, big pretty dress, jewelry, and make up. Always being spoiled but not actually being liked by everyone in the kingdom. The people's precious pearl, too dumb to think in their eyes. Your heart is full of love, joy and care. They don't see your potential because of that.

Smiling and waving at workers until I get to a secluded hall. Getting yanked into it by one of the more...rough...workers. He's obviously had a tough day as he pushes me against the stained glass windows. Kissing me roughly and grabbing my tits as I gasp. Squirming at his touch but he keeps going. There's no one around us but there is the risk of someone suddenly showing up. His hands travel down and he's hiking the dress up. So many ruffles and layers but he makes it work. Nothing is stopping him from getting to my royal cunt.

Pushing his pants down enough to free his cock. Then going back to shuffling with my dress and picking me up. Pinning me to the glass and yanking my panties to the side. I gasp and blush when he spits on my cunt. Dragging his cock through it before sinking in. Both of us let out low moans as he pants fixing our position. Making sure his cock doesn't leave my cunt as he does. I look around all flustered as he starts to fuck me. A princess getting fucked by a commoner, a nobody. I cover my mouth to make sure I don't get too loud. It's not like I can escape this, my feet aren't even close to touching the ground. He's so strong, all I have to do is hope no one notices.

That no one happens to glance up and look a little too close to the glass. That they aren't able to tell that's the princess who's getting her cunt filled. It's not the first time he's done this to me either. He's just a sad man tho...I can't help but feel bad for him. Look at me, he growls and I quickly snap my eyes towards him. Pretty princess getting fucked like a common whore, he scuffs before kissing me. What if the king knew? What if the kingdom knew that their precious princess let herself get used by me? Huh? He taunts then moans as I tear up and shake my head. Got tighter at the thought... didn't think that was possible.

Sir, please... I moan softly as my hands now grab his shoulders. Admit it, princess... You like this, you like the commoner. I...I like everyone, I do not look at anyone in disgust- don't give me that. He slams into me a couple times rougher than before and I gasp. Digging my nails into him, you know that's not what I meant. You like my cock inside you, like how I take you whenever. For fuck sakes you probably anticipate it now, he looks me in the eyes and I whimper. There it is...taken you enough times I can tell when you are about to cum. He pushes me against the glass even more. Folding me more which I could barely believe, hitting me so deep. My eyes roll back, c-cumming... i whimper and wrap my arms around his neck.

Aw, the princess wants to be held close as she makes a mess. He laughs softly but lets me pull him in, my thighs shake in his hands as my cum squirts onto the floor. Poor maid that has to clean that up later, he moans. Not caring for how stimulated I am as he keeps fucking me. I feel him bite and kiss my neck as I had my face in his. He ignores how my tiara pokes his face. Going to cum in you, princess...ruin you for any prince. This cunt is mine, he growls as he slams in me a couple more times. Too risky, I whine but it's useless. We go through this every single time. Shut up, he's panting and filling me. I'm so hazy as I pull away to look at him as we both come down.

Something about a doctor taking advantage of me is so yummy! It really shouldn't be but the idea of going to the doctor and getting fucked is insane. Especially as someone who actually doesn't really like doctors. I wanna walk all shy and nervous into the room. I'm just crazy to get it over with, he tells me to strip but doesn't leave the room. I'm your doctor sweetheart, it's okay but his eyes glance at me like I'm prey.

I always have a hard time getting on the examination table. Having him press his body against me and manhandle me onto it. Me squeaking at how strong he is also because he was just between my legs. His bulge against my bare cunt and the moment he pulls away in squeezing my thighs closed. Him doing regular check up stuff until he starts groping my tits. Telling me I'm being so good as I try not to squirm. Telling myself that this is all normal doctor things.

Lay back for me, spread your legs, and place them right here. He guides me and I try to cover up as I listen. This isn't that kind of appointment why could he be doing this? But I don't dare to question him since he is a doctor, he knows best. We both tug on my gown and he smiles at me, sweetheart... I need you to let go so I can do my job. He says in a sweet tone but his grip is tight as he yanks the gown away. You look all healthy! But I need a more...hands on approach to make sure. This might feel weird, he says as he starts to play with my clit.

Sir! I try to close my legs but he's strapping them down quickly then going back to what he was doing. I know sweetie but it will be over soon, all girls need to go through this exam. I'm panting and trying to behave. Acting like it's not feeling so good as he mutters some fancy medical terminology to say I'm wet. Him forcing an orgasm out of me as I cover my mouth and tear up embarrassed. Everything seems good outside but I need an internal look and then we are all good! I feel his fingers push into me and whimper. He fingers me for a couple seconds before playing concerned.

Looks like I'll need a deeper feel, he sighs and pulls his fingers out. Quickly undoing his belt and pushing them down enough to free his cock. There will be some discomfort but just for a second, okay sweetheart? Wait...sir I don't think I need this part, I try to reason but he's already pushing in. I gasp and grab the table tightly. I hear him moan softly, just right... As he starts slowly thrusting into me. I can feel how healthy you are! You are such a good girl taking care of your body, he praises. Since this is your first check up like this you'll need a special medicine. Special medicine? I whimper as another orgasm is forced out of me.

There could be some side effects of this medicine, okay? He moans softly and tightens his grip on my hips. Morning sickness, cravings, and more... His thrusts become a little more desperate. Before I can get another word out he's fucking his cum into me. I whimper and lay tired on the exam table as he pulls out. He fixed my gown and makes me sit up to look at him. You did such a good job! One of the best girls for her first appointment here. I expect to see you again in a couple months. He's fixing his pants and walking towards the door. The nurse will be in shortly to help you finish up.

This was inspired by these videos that have been my obsession this weekend.

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Hypnosis Tags: Jasmin x Jafar, non-con (for the largest part), sex under hypnosis, vaginal sex, impregnation

At a low call from Iago, he enters the chambers. The light from the candles on the wall behind him casts his shadow on the carpet. A quick movement of his snake staff and her bodyguard, this obnoxious tiger, his hypnotized into a deep sleep. Another wave of his staff and so is she. Silently he closes the door and the warm orange light is gone. Left is the cool moonlight illuminating the spacious room with the larg bed…and her. The jewel of the kingdom. His prize. The soles of his elegant shoes make hardly a sound as he comes to her, lifting the emerald veil surrounding the bed with his staff. Saliva fills his mouth and his member swells rapidly when he discovers that her gorgeous breasts are already exposed. Greedily he takes in this delicious sight. He’s standing right in front of the bed, the hunger for the jewel increases with every breath that makes her brimming breasts rise and fall. A side-glance to Iago orders him to leave. Sometimes he allows the bird to watch as he defiles her. But not tonight. Seeing that she will be willing tonight, he wants her all to himself. After the bird is gone, the royal advisor places the staff on the bed, next to her head, and sheds his clothes, his greedy dark eyes never leaving her body. He kneels on the bed, his cock swollen and throbbing. Almost tenderly he reaches out, lets his fingers run through that beautiful raven hair, enjoying the silken texture. Then he curls his hand around the back of her head. “Open your mouth, princess. Swallow my rod”, he lowly whispers. He knows his voice reaches through the mist of sleep inside her head, so he is not surprised when she actually does part her lips. Neither is he surprised when she starts sucking his old cock when it’s inside that sweet mouth. He has programmed her well. A year ago, he started to hypnotize her, program her to submit. She surely was a hard nut to crack, but so worth it. There is still some resistance in her, though. It only shows how strong-minded the princess is. Some nights she doesn’t do as he comands, doesn’t spread her legs for him. Then he has to force them open and hold her down while he fucks her. During one of those occasions she even opened her eyes and glared up at him as he had his way with her, thrusted roughly into her wet cave. And wet it was. It always is. He never had to train her body to react to his touches. Jamine might be a princess, but she is also a slut, her body always willing, that cunt always begging to get fucked. She comes every time he takes her and he greatly enjoys watching her writhe, feeling her greedily milk his cock for his seed. How mandy times he has filled her up he doesn’t even know anymore. All he knows is that his visits are becoming more and more frequent, and that her delicious resistance is melting away. Soon he might not even need hyptnosis anymore. This thought sends a jolt of arousal through his body and he groans. In and out of that sweet mouth does he push his cock, watching her cheeks getting hollow when she sucks on it. There is an expression of serene pleasure on her face which he only ever sees here, at night, fucking her. During the day she is a spoilt, angry brat who is making his attempts at ruling this country more and more difficult. Only here, with his cock in one of her holes, she seems not to despise him. If she would only remember how much pleasure he gives her at night, he muses and cups one of those beautiful breasts with his free hand. She sucks him harder and he gives her more of his cock. Slowly he fills her throat as he rolls the brown little nipple between his fingers, causing a little moan from the young woman. He likes how it vibrates through her slender throat and repeats the action. How well he knows her body by now, he muses as he fondles and squeezes her breasts. He would recognize them in a thousand pairs just by taking them in his large hands. “Undress, princess”, he orders her and pulls his cock out of her mouth, climbing off the bed and helping her stand. Spreading her saliva on his cock and balls he watches her. The moolight dances on her tender skin. “Lay down and spread your legs. Open your eyes and look at me, jewel of the desert.” He only calls her that when he feels like now, his heart full of tenderness for the girl. When her dark eyes meet his he kneels down in front of her - something he would never do outside this chamber - and curls his hands around her thighs. Her lips part as he pulls her arse to the edge of the bed. He smiles. She knows what is coming. Countless of times has he devoured her puffy little plum, had mader her cum on his long tongue. A whiff of her scent reaches his nose and he breathes in deeply, his cock throbbing more and more. But he’s in a giving mood tonight, so he ignores his own cravings and pushes his head between her thighs. A gasp falls from her full lips as he pushes his tongue into her cave. Before he does anything else he drinks two mouthfulls of her intoxicating juice, the little pussy eagerly producing more and more for him. Only for him. Letting out a long, satisfied breath, he licks his wet lips, meeting her eyes. Kissing her juice-coated labia in between his words, he whispers to her: “Your arms are yours, jewel of the desert. Do with them what you want. The rest of your body is still mine.” A light flickers in he reyes. His heart is beating stronger. Still, he keeps kissing that delicious little cunt, let’s his long tongue dive through her flesh and circle around her swollen clit. How much he wants to set her free right now. He wants her to be fully awake and concious, wants her to see what he is doing, wants her to feel the power he has over her beautiful young body. But he knows he mustn’t. Not while she is still fighting him. Even though it is hard to believe when she reaches out for him like she does right now, letting her fingers wander into his short black hair and pull his face against her wet little cunt. He sucks on her clit once. “Say my name, princess. Beg me.” There it is. That spark of defiance and hatred in her eyes. He closes his lips around her swollen cherry stone once more and sucks hard. “Jafar!” does it burst out of her and she writhes. “Please, Jafar.” With a satisfied growl he presses his face against her cunt and devours her like she deserves. He knows her pussy inside and out. Within a minute Jasmin is a moaning, writhing mess. He sends her into the abyss with his longe tongue fucking her hole. This cunt is all about getting stuffed. Hungrily he drinks the juice she offers him, his fingers clawed into her tender skin. His own needs and desires are pulling on his rationality now. As soon as she has stopped buckling he climbs onto the bed. Without further ado he pushes his cock into that hot, tight hole that is only his - for now. She stares up at him, her hands next to her head, as he fucks her with slow, relishing pushes. Her eyes are so big and beautiful… “Tell me you love me.” “I love you.” His eyes fall close. “Yes…” He pushes his cock in to the hilt. “Again.” “I love you.” He moves his hips, lets her feel his girth and length. Then he retreats, slides out of that slick tight cave to the tip, only to fill it up again. “Say it every time I push my cock into your needy little cunt, jewel of the desert.” He bends down to suck at her nipple, gets the words stuck in her throat as he pushes into her again. He can’t deny that he loves hearing her say those words, her sweet voice, a husky, shaky whisper. A few more slow pushes, then he feels her hands on his back, wandering down, down, to cup his arse and pull him against her. “I love you.” A shudder runs through him. He pulls out again, and waits. Only one seconds, then jasmin pulls him to her, pushing his cock into her cunt. “I love you.” Jafar looks up, meets her eyes. He pulls out again, staring down at her. She pushes him back in immediately. Whispers those words. His cock gets even harder and his heart is suddenly beating in his throat. These eyes… “Your arms are mine now, princess. I want them stretched out above your head. Now.” She does as he commands. “Your limbs are all mine. Pull your legs up to your chest…yes.” He pushes in all the way, reaching even deeper now. “I love you”, she says and gasped. In the far back of his head, he knows how dangerous this is. It’s just…those eyes…they cast a spell on him, as well. “Your body is mine…but your mind is yours. Wake up, princess jasmin.” She squeezes her eyes shut. Her head twitches to the side. Then she opens those dark eyes again, slowly, like waking from a long slumber. A few blinks until she gets fully aware of her surroundings…and herself. When her eyes meet his, the hatred he knows so fell flares up in those dark orbs and her head jerks up. “Jafar! What are you doing?!” “I’m fucking you, your highness.” “Wha-?! Oh Allah! No! Stop! Get off me!” Obviously she wants to push him off and Jafar can’t help the sly smile when she realizes that her body is not under her control. Her head spins around as she searches for ropes or any sort of ties. She chokes when she realizes there are none. “What have you done to me?!” “I claimed you, jewel of the desert. A long time ago. Your body is mine. But I desire all of you.” “NEVER! HELP! HE-AH!” He thrusts into her cunt roughly and a violent shudder makes her body jerk up. With wide eyes she looks down their bodies and gasped when he sees his hips pressed against hers. “No! No! You’ve deflowered me!” “Yes. That was seven months ago, though. You haven’t been a virgin for a very long time now.” Desperately she shakes her head, tries to reclaim control over her body. He gives her another hard thrust to show her that it is still very much his. When she begins to scream for help again, he only starts fucking her in a slow, relishing rhythm. “I would stop that if I were you”, he casually says while he moves his hips back and forth, “no one will believe you.” She yells again. “There are no bindings, your position is mostly submissive and willing…and your little cunt is so wet she is drooling onto the linen.” That shuts her up. It looks like she is feeling her own body now, and Jafar proves his point by picking up the pace enough so she can hear the wet sounds of her smacking pussy. “See? No one will think that I came here univited.” With another sly, humiliating smile Jafar bends down and - still looking at her - captures her right nipple with his mouth. jasmin gasps and when he lets his tongue swirl around the hard little nub her pussy grabs him greedily. “I’m going to kill you for this”, she hisses, trying to sound steady and firm, but Jafar hears the shake in her voice. “No you won’t”, he replies as he switches to the other breast to suck on that nipple, too. “You will beg me to fuck you again.” “Never. Never!” Oh, he has to admit, it is most enjoyable to argue with and simultaneously fuck her. The fire of her spirit is something that attracted him in the first place. Jafar leans back on his knees and fills her to the hilt. She gasps at this, her mouth falling open. “How does my cock feel, your highness? I confess I have always wondered how it feels for women.” “Set my body free and I’ll shove that staff up your arse so you’ll know.” Jafar chuckles and pulls out completely, only to fill her up again, teasingly slow, all the way. Her head falls back and her eyelids flutter close for a moment. “Actually”, he lectures her as his large hands cup her breasts and tease her nipples with his thumbs, “the anus is a lot tighter than the vagina, so it’s hardly comparable. But I shall prove it to you another time. Right now I’m quite content in your heavenly wet cunt.” In tiny movements does his hips move now, teasing that spot he has found months ago, while he keeps rubbing the flat tip of her nipples. The sight of her is as amusing at it is thrilling, jasmin desperately trying to fight the pleasure he showers her in. “Do you want me to make you come again, princess? It would be the second time tonight.” “No!” she screams glaring up at him, but he ignores her protest. “In the first night, when I took your virginity, I had to make you come three times until your cave was slick and widened enough to take me. You were so very tight, squeezed my cock so hard…I instantly came, without even fucking you.” He chuckles at the fond memory. “You came inside?!” she shouts in disbelief. “Of course. I always do.” Pure horror is written on her face. “You would have long been with child if I had wanted you to, my dear.” She squeezes her eyes shut in disgust. It amuses him greatly. “Although”, he muses aloud as he looks down at her tight young body, “the image of your belly swollen with my child and your breasts leaking milk as I fuck you is quite enticing, too.” With one hand pressed onto her flat belly, he bends forward and licks imaginary drops of milk off her nipples. Deciding to stay a bit longer, he licks, sucks and nibbles at her breasts until her cunt clenches around his cock. He looks up at her and finds her staring at the ceiling. That will not do. Her being passive…no, he can’t have that. “I think it’s time for another climax, my dear.” Her head jerks up. “Don’t come inside!” He grins and lets his snakelike tongue slide past his lips and around over her nipple, letting her watch. Her cunt clenches again. Needy little thing. “I meant you, princess.” With that he clasp his mouth over her nipple and begins penetrating her g-spot with quick little thrusts. She only has enough time to widen her eyes and open her mouth, then she comes, groaning loudly, her cunt milking him so hard he has to stay perfectly still to not follow suit. Pressing his hips against her to steady her he leans over her and buries his hands in her hair. Her eyes are wide open as she experiences her first fully conscious orgasm with him. “Yes, my jewel, like that. Enjoy it”, he breathes against her parted lips huskily and she squeezes her eyes shut. A tear rolls down her temple and falls onto his wrist. A shiver runs through him and he simply must rut into her with these fast, tiny thrusts against her g-spot, sending her into another orgasm right away, making her scream into his mouth. Their lips are brushing against each other and Jafar wants to kiss her so urgently it scares him. He bites into her neck instead, tearing another moan from those soft lips. Her pussy is milking him so hard he can’t help but shoot a load of pre-cum into her convulsing cave. But, with a bit of magic help he had used in advance, he can prevent orgasm. “There”, he whispers into her ear when she finally lays stil, panting hard. “That’s what you’re denying yourself. I can give you as many orgasms as you could wish for, your highness..All you have to do is beg.” She can only protest with a moan and a weak shake of her head. He sighs. “Foolish girl”, is his reply. Graciously, he gives her some time to recover, his body’s full weight on top of her. It’s rather enjoyable like this, he finds. Jasmin is warm, soft, petite, her pussy hot, slick, and tight. He could spend an entire night like this, on top of her, inside of her, just the feel and scent of her around him.

“What do you say, princess? Shall we do it again? My cock is still able to satisfy you, as you can feel. I rather enjoy fucking you while you’re awake.” Without waiting for her permission - when has he ever? - he begins a slow, deep rhythm. jasmin moans at the first push. Her juices are still flowing, he still is amazed by the wetness of this sweet little cunt. “Wrap your legs around me”, he purrs into her ear and she gasps when her body acts without her permission. “What witchcraft is this?” she whispers huskily. Jafar lets his hand wander underneath her body to grab her arse. Instead of replying he sucks and licks her neck, all the way up to her jaw and mouth. Staring into her eyes, he licks over her lips and darts his tip past them in a teasing manner. He could order her. But that glint in her eyes suggests that he might not need to. “You know you need it, jewel of the desert. A bit of tenderness, comfort…love…before I take you once more. I’m only offering once.”

He plants the sweetest, softest kiss on her lips and pushes into her deep. He doesn’t stop while he answers her stare, reminding her of the pleasure he is able to make her feel. He sees the conflict in her, the protest, the last bit of resolve. His thrusts slowly melts it all away. The moment she parts her lips is a taste of triumph which he will never forget. That the jewel is not only permitting his tongue to enter her mouth but meeting it with her own is a thrill beyond compare. Quite overwhelmed by it he closes his eyes and kisses her long and deep, every stroke of her tongue waking the hunger for more, to posess her completely. Moaning into her mouth he stems his knees into the mattress and begins fucking her properly. Every thrust deeper, faster, claiming more of her. “Oh, Allah!” she groans against his lips and writhes against him, her head falling back. Jafar stems his hands into the mattress as well and fucks her even harder as he stares down at her. God, she is so beautiful with her face lost in pleasure and her young tits bouncing up and down. The sounds of her moans and gasps mix with the sounds of their skins slapping together and her pussy’s smacking. Though Jafar has taken her countless of times before, it has never been like this - so fucking fantastic. His hips are falling hard and fast now and he feels his balls tightening, the friction driving him quickly. He is almost there when all of a sudden, jasmin unfolds her legs and spreads them wide - on her own account. A flash of red across her body, coming from the eyes of his snake staff. The spell…she has broken it. Panting hard she looks down at her, losing his rhythm. A jolt rushes through him when her hands dart down and grab his arse, pulling his hips against hers almost desperately. She is free. jasmin’s free…and she wants him. Desperately. The realization almost drives him mad. It definitely makes him hornier than he’s ever been in his life. “Yes, yes!” he pants and fucks her as hard and fast as he can, bending down and kissing her hard - and her answering eagerly - before kissing and biting his way down her throat to her breasts where he licks, sucks and nips at her nipples until she is a moaning, writhing mess. “Yes, my girl”, he pants against her flesh when he feels her pussy tightening, and he quickly grabs her legs and pushes them to her chest so her ass lifts off the mattress, allowing him to fuck even deeper into that tight hole. “Come. Come. Milk my old cock. Take that seed. I know you want it. Oh, yes! Yes! Jewel of my heart!” Their eyes meet as they come simultaneously, and they keep staring at each other the entire time as they ride their highs. Jafar shoots load after load into her pussy and she drinks it all greedily. Having completely lost his head and being overwhelmed with the love for this young woman he has buried deep within him, he presses a hand on her belly, the magic sizzling beneath his skin. “Take my child.” “Yes!” Another shot of cum deep into her womb seals their fate. Jafar only realizes when it’s too late. The spell is unreversable…

Warnings: Non con, sex toys, gag, bondage, a little bit of humiliation, oral sex (female receiving), forced orgasms

Summary: Intruder alert! In your house and in your unwilling hole.

Reminder: Don’t like it? Don’t read it.

I’ve never lived an honest life. Stealing and robbing was my way of surviving. I’ve become very good at it too - it’s always easier to choose people weaker and more vulnerable, rather than the richest person of the bunch. And always carry a knife if things go downhill.

When I dropped by your house, I thought you had already gone to bed. It was late at night, and I had been observing you for the past few weeks, becoming well acquainted with your schedule. On Mondays and Wednesdays, you work from nine to five. On Fridays you work from nine to noon. Every Saturday you had lunch with your parents at one in the afternoon and left the house at twelve thirty to meet them. Sunday was your grocery day. Every other day was dedicated to vigorously studying to earn your doctorate. Like the rest of your days, your sleep schedule was consistent, always off to bed by eleven in the evening. It was logical to assume you were in dream land by three in the morning.

The first time Emily met Sarah's father her only thought was how bad she wanted to get on her knees and worship him as a man should be worshiped. Emily had always had a thing for older men and until she turned 21 the only thing she had were fantasies of some silver fox that she would let use and ruin her. That was until she met Mr. Davis. Tall, handsome and the perfect amount of gray in his beard to make her knees weak thinking about how it would feel to scratch against her thighs as her legs wrapped around his head.

Sarah had kindly invited Emily over to swim in the pool at her fathers house. Thinking it would be just the two girls she thought nothing of wearing her tiniest bikini to get the best tan. So when she knocked on the door and was met with Mr.Davis' stare Emily could barely restrain herself from fidgeting in her see through cover up while she asked about Sarah.

"You must be Emily. Sarah called and said she's stuck at work for a while. Why don't you come on inside and you can wait for her by the pool if you like?" He opened the door just enough to let her slide past him, still looking up at him as she thanked him for allowing her to come in.

It felt weird sitting there on the lounger with barely anything to cover her body as her position was so that she faced the house to get the most sun. Her skin felt hot and her breasts felt heavy as she stripped the little cover off, wondering if Mr.Davis was watching her. If he looked out the window as she adjusted the straps of her bathing suit as an excuse to skim her hands along her body. What she really wanted was to spread her legs, pull her bottoms to the side and finger her wet pussy, moaning and look into the window to see Mr. Davis staring down at her as she begged him to fuck her tight young pussy.

Instead she kept the fantasy to just that, but let her thoughts wander, going to the school girl uniform she had deep in her closet and the metal ruler she would use on herself while wearing it. So deep in thought was she that Emily failed to hear the object of her desires walk outside and right to her chair where she was pressing her thighs together to feel some pleasure for her needy little pussy.

"I saw you didn't have any sunscreen, you might want to put some on." His deep voice startled her out of her daydreaming. Looking up and seeing him without a shirt, towering over her in his swim trunks, it was a struggle to maintain eye contact when all she wanted to do was let her eyes roam over his body and settle at his waist which was level with her eyes. It would be so easy to reach out and feel the muscles on his stomach and let her fingers glide down until touching the fabric that she desperately wanted to grip and pull down revealing what she ached for.

Emily hastily accepted the bottle, her cheeks reddening in desire and shame for her dirty mind. Quickly rubbing some on her hands, she started working the lotion into her skin, trying to calm her thoughts and distract herself. Mr. Davis sat down in the chair next to her after she assured him he could join her. Even if he was just taking advantage of the nice weather it made Emily strive not to think about climbing into his lap, straddling him and seeing just how hard she could make his cock by grinding her pussy on him.

Her legs and arms now coated completely she turned to her stomach, going so far as to slip slightly under her top and graze the bottom of her breasts. Telling herself it was to prevent sunburns, she lathered her shoulders,neck, and most importantly her chest. What Emily would admit was the act of having her hands stroke her breasts around the two tiny pieces of fabric covering her nipples while Mr. Davis was barely a foot away, turned her on even more than her fantasies. She hadn't looked at him since applying the lotion and was longing to know if he was watching as she rubbed her body.

"Turn over" Her hands stopped completely when she heard the command. Emily looked up and saw his dark eyes and hard face, the intensity of his stare had her in a trance. She couldn't think of a reason to deny him, and so, turned her body over until she was laying face down with her head on her arms and her breasts squished against the chair. Her breath hitched as she felt him pull both bikini straps slowly, untying them. Teasing her until she felt nothing holding her top to her body.

Emily waited as she heard Mr. Davis set himself over her, his legs on either side of the chair and then felt as he settled himself between her legs tight against her ass. She whimpered as she felt his hard cock dig into her and if it weren't for his thighs holding her down she would have been digging her ass into that dick and making her eyes roll. Instead what she got was Mr. Davis' hand grip her hair tight as he whispered for her to be still. Only after she nodded did he brush her long hair over her shoulder, reach over and grab the forgotten bottle of sunscreen. Emily felt him drip the cold lotion up the curve of her back surprising her with the chill splashing her skin. Mr. Davis started rubbing it in, working his thumbs into her body, from the crest of her ass and up her back. It felt delicious to have his hands on her, feel his weight pressing her down and when he worked his way to the middle of her back he started thrusting his hips into her.

Emily cried out as the higher his hands moved up, the harder he would dig himself against her crotch. Her pussy was being teased as he dry humped her, moving in a way that was imitating how he might fuck her. Hard and deep.

Mr. Davis once more gripped her hair, tugging it to make her back arch as she was lifted slightly. "You fucking slut. Don't think I can't see what you've been doing this entire time. Showing off those tits and ass, grinding that pussy into this chair. You're just a bitch in heat aren't you?" His voice deep and low as he continued to shove his cock against her pussy and ass. To hear him degrade her had Emily moaning out loud confirming his question by eagerly shouting yes to him.

His hand stayed pulling on her hair as the other pulled his cock out of his pants and untied one side of her bikini bottoms. Emily felt the cool air on her ass as he exposed her and quickly the touch of his cock against her made her pussy beg to be taken. Mr. Davis dragged his hard dick against her ass, dipping it between her legs and running it along her soaked pussy. He groaned feeling how wet she was, letting his cock get coated in her juices and finally let her feel the tip nudging into her pussy.

When Emily let out the most cockteasing moan Mr.Davis didn't hesitate to finally shove as much of his cock inside her as he could. He was done with the teasing little whore and wanted to teach her a lesson, and by the sounds she let out as he forced his dick in her cunt, she got off on it.

"Fuck you're wet! I knew this pussy was gonna be tight but I didn't know this slutty cunt would make my cock so fucking soaked." He groaned in between thrusts as he fucked her, made her take every inch of his dick while he had her by her hair screaming as her pussy gripped him tight wanting him to never leave.

"You want this dick don't you Emily? Want me to stretch your tight young pussy and fuck you good don't you? You need a real man to make you feel this good, make you cum so hard you touch yourself thinking about it later" All Emily could do was keep moaning as he tore into her, pounding her into the lounge chair, making her helpless to the pleasure he was forcing on her while she gripped the top bar of the chair so tight, trying to hold onto something as she was fucked into oblivion.

Mr. Davis spread her legs wider making her take more of his big dick in her pussy. He reached around, grabbing her throat from behind, pulling her slightly more up. Her tits bounced with every hard thrust he gave to her. It was then he started to squeeze, limiting her breathing and making her drunk on pleasure. Emily's mouth was wide open but no sound was escaping as it was all too much. His cock stretching her, his hand around her throat and finally when he ordered her to cum on his cock she let go.

He never stopped moving inside her. Even as his grip on her throat lessened and his thrusts grew softer, he still kept as much of his dick in her as she milked him. He felt her young pussy grip him and knew he wasn't gonna leave it.

Her little whimpers and moans coming down from her orgasm started to grow in intensity as he ground his dick deep in her, barely letting an inch of his length out of her before grinding back in, stimulating that needy little clit as he did.

Emily's entire body was still tingling, still wired as she felt Mr. Davis' cock practically digging into her womb. Mr. Davis' bare cock, fucking her, right against her cervix. Her cock drunk brain was slow to get the words out but she managed in between his thrusts.

"Mr. Davis, please, you have to-ohhh god- please, you have to pull out. I'm not-mmm I'm not protected" he never stopped, didn't even falter as he kept his slow steady pace.

His hands grabbed her arms, pulling them behind her, he forced her up higher using them as leverage. Her tits now on full display as he fucked her mercilessly.

When the minister walked out of his office and into the sanctuary, he was momentarily shocked to see the object of his lust alone in the front pew. Amber was reading a hymn book while seemingly, casually opening and closing her legs as she sat there.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her clean white panties as they flashed between her thighs at him.

Every glimpse of those panties made his mouth fill with saliva. His tongue seem to thicken with the need to lick the plain cotton between her young thighs. Heat raced through his body as he imagined what she smelled like, what she tasted like.

The devil curled lust in his belly. Made his cock begin to lengthen behind the fly of his suit pants.

“Hi, Pastor Richmond.”

He shivered as her angelic voice flowed over him. He stepped behind the pulpit, slipping his hand into his pants pocket and rearranged his cock, unable to stop himself from stroking his growing flesh.

“Hello… hello, Amber,” he stuttered as his cock throbbed, “ what are you doing here by yourself?”

“The church bus left while I was in the bathroom, Pastor Richmond,” she said, looking up at him with the sweet blue eyes and pouty lips that he’d dream of having suckle on his cock.

“You can use the phone in my office and call someone from home to come and get you,” he told her, part of him praying that she would and remove her tempting body from his sight.

Her legs stop moving, splay open like she was almost displaying her panties for him to view. His gut clenched and his cock expanded in appreciation.

“There’s no one at home for me to call, sir, Mom and Dad both had to go into work today.”

His gaze roamed over her bare pale thighs, how they looked so soft.

They made his palms itch to touch them.

They made his lips long to kiss them.

They made him want to feel them wrapped around his hips as he pumped his cock into her little pussy.

His hand worked on his cock with his pants pocket as sweat coated his body.

“Is… oh lord… is there anyone else you can call?” He half heartedly asked as he squeezed his cock and swallowed back a moan.

“No, sir,”

The devil that controlled his lust broke loose. It spread it’s will through his body like fire, sending a burning flame of need through his cock as months of longing was set free.

He stepped out from behind his pulpit, giving his cock another good stroke before letting it tent out the front of his pants so perversely. He walked to her, staring hard at her tightly covered little pussy as he crossed to the front pew before he sat beside her, making sure that every inch of his body pressed up against her.

“You’re such a pretty young lady, you can just stay here with me and I’ll give you a ride.” He put his arm across her shoulders and hugged her close to his body.

“Thank you, Pastor Richmond,” she murmured as her head went against his chest. He couldn’t resist flexing his cock and making the tent in his pants move, knowing she would see it.  

“You are such a pretty girl, I bet your Daddy has a time keeping the boys away from you,” he told her as he stroked his hand over her blond hair and down her side before she pulled away.

“Daddy won’t let me date, Pastor Richmond. I’ve even tried begging him to let me date and he still says no.”

A virgin!

His cock jerked and he saw her head tilt and knew she was looking at the bulging tent between his legs.

“Now don’t lie, Amber, surely a pretty young lady like you has at least kissed a boy?” He asked slowly stroking his hand up and down her thigh as she turned her blushing face up to his and shook her head no.

He reached out and rubbed his index finger across the plump surface of her bottom lip, back and forth he stroked it before he slightly pushed the tip inside and back out.

“You mean to tell me, Amber, that no boy has been smart enough to kiss your sweet red lips?”

Her eyes were wide as he continued to stroke his fingertip over her lip and pushing it inside her mouth.

Once more she shook her head no.

“I think we need to change that, Amber.”

Not giving her time to think he leaned in and kissed her. His lips were knowingly soft as they slid across her tender mouth. He toyed with her lips as she gasped, dipping his tongue in for a quick taste of her before once more playing with her lips.

“Your mouth taste so sweet, Amber,” he slid his hand into her hair, gripping it tight to angle her head the way he wanted. “I want another kiss,” he moaned before taking her mouth.

This time he kissed her like he did a woman. His lips was firm, pressing hard against hers, forcing them apart and allowing him to thrust his tongue deep inside her mouth. He licked and teased her tongue with his, tasted her and moaned into her, swallowing her sweet whimpers and moans.

And while he had her distracted with his kiss, his hand was roaming over her tender thighs, touching the flesh he’d lusted over so long. He wanted more now that he’d felt her young skin. The heat of her little pussy was drawing him in each time he drew near it.

As he drove his tongue deep in to her mouth, he palmed her little cotton covered pussy. Her heat was scorching through the thin material.

And she was getting wet.

He wiggled his finger between her covered little pussy lips, groaning as she humped her little pussy into his hand.

“You naughty little girl,” he said to her between kisses, “you like having your little pussy played with, don’t you, Amber?”

Her face was red, shining with sweat. Her whole body straining for release as he just lightly teased her with his fingers. He got down on his knees and tugged her white panties off. His cock throbbed hard at his first look of her bald little pussy.

“What… oh lord, Pastor Richmond, what are you doing?” She gasped, trying to close her legs.

He wedged his body between her thighs and stroked his fingers over her bare pussy, chuckling as she gasped and willingly spread her legs open for his touch. He played with her clit, rubbing and pinching it, taking his fingers down to her virginal hole and pressing them inside just slightly driving Amber to the edge of orgasm before he dived down and suckled her clit with his mouth.

Her cries of pleasure echo in the sanctuary as he pulled on her clit with his lips, flicking his tongue over it before suckling her with his mouth until she came on his face.

Her cream was sweeter than ambrosia. So much so that he kept up his licking and suckling of her sweet little pussy, bringing her to orgasm twice more before his aching cock had to have relief of its own.

As Amber was still gasping for her breath, he quickly pulled his pants down to his knees, freeing his thickened meat. Kneeling between her spread thighs, he placed her legs over his arms, holding her open for his invasion.

With one hand on the back of the pew, he used the other to guide the head of his cock up and down the wet, cream coated lips of Amber’s wet little virginal pussy. The sound of his cock head squishing through the wet flesh nearly made him cum.

He started pushing into her tight unused hole, moaning as it spread open for the plum head of his cock.

“Take it in, Amber, take my cock. Let the Lord take your little pussy through me, Amber.”

He grunted as he gave a shove of his hips and popped the head of his cock into her tight young pussy.

“Sweet, Sweet Lord, you’re so tight, little girl.” He gasped as her little pussy gripped his cock head. “The Lord, oh my heavens, how the Lord love a tight little pussy.”

He worked his hips, pushing a little more of his cock into her and stopped when he came up to her hymn.

“Pastor… oh god… Pastor Richmond… it… it hurts so much,” she whimpered beneath him, wiggling on the end of his cock, making his cock head rub against her hymn.

“Shhh… shhh,” he rubbed on her clit and gritted his teeth as her little pussy locked around his cock head. He stroked in and out of her pussy as he worked her clit, watching her hips lifting her toward him as he went in. He hunched on her until her orgasm took her by surprise and when it did, that’s when he broke through her hymn and impaled her with every inch of his throbbing cock.

Her cries out to Jesus filled the sanctuary as he held his cock deep up against her womb. Her clenching muscles massaging his whole shaft.

“The Lord is sorry for your suffering, Amber,” he murmured as he started to slowly fuck her. “But the next time the Lord seeks pleasure from your little pussy through my cock, it will be so much better.”

He looked down and groaned as he watched her broken hole cling to his shaft, looking like it was turning her pussy inside out as he pulled back. He tried to screw his throbbing meat into her slowly, but it was too much watching her pussy swallowing his cock over and over. Hearing the pew creaking and popping with every thrust that he pounded into her little pussy. Her tears of pain turning into cries and moans of pleasure made his gut tighten, his balls swell with cum.

And the devil road him to take Amber’s little hole as hard as he could. He placed her young legs over his shoulders, used his hands on the back of the pew as leverage to help screw his cock into her harder, faster, and, sweet Jesus, deeper into her sucking little pussy.

And when his balls finally released all the seed that they held inside them, he couldn’t stop screwing Amber’s little sucking hole even then. He kept pumping his squirting cock in and out of her little pussy over and over, using her milking muscles to pull every ounce of his breeding cream from his body into her womb.

Even when his cock stopped pumping seed into Amber’s little sucking hole, he couldn’t quit fucking her. He pulled her tight onto his cock and sat in the pew with her straddling him. He gripped her ass hard and fucked her up and down on his aching cock, watching as his seed squished out of her hole and ran down his shaft with each slide of her pussy up and down his cock.

“Ride my horse cock,” he growled, pounding her, the sound of their fleshing slapping getting louder as he slammed her down to the root of his cock.

She let out a loud scream and her little pussy contracted around him causing him to cry out as he suddenly shot a thick string of cum into Amber’s milking hole.

“Come on,” he grunted, “suck me… suck me dry.”

He held her down on the base of his cock, pumping his seed right into her womb. He’d never felt so potent as he did right then with her young little bald pussy wrapped so tight, sucking so hard, around his cock and swallowing his cream.

He lay them out on the pew seat, his cock still tucked up inside her suckling little hole. He lazily stroked his hands up and down her back, lifting his hips and grinding her clit against his body to make her moan. Reluctantly he helped her to lift off his trapped meat inside her.

He swore the sound of his cock head popping out of her pussy echoed inside the sanctuary. And watching all of his cum gush out of her freshly fucked hole was making his balls start to fill with seed once more.

He pulled his pants up, but kept his cock sticking out of the zipper, wanting her to see his meat, to see that he was still covered in their juices and still semi hard. He helped her dress, telling her that she was going to be really sore and aching in places she didn’t think would ache.

“You know you could get pregnant from all the sperm I just pumped into your little pussy don’t you, Amber?” He asked as he suddenly rubbed his hand over her belly, feeling his cock springing back to life at the thought of her being swollen with his child.

“Yes… yes, sir,” she said after a moment of silence and shock.

He couldn’t stop himself, he reached into her panties and pushed his fingers into her leaking hole, stroking them in and out of her. He took her hand and wrapped it around his thickened cock, showing her how to work him.

“Mm… what do you say to being my secret girlfriend, Amber?” He asked her just as he circled her clit with his thumb.

“I… oh Pastor Richmond, I… I would like… like that,” she moaned, her hand pumped up and down on his cock harder. He kissed her, sucking on her tongue as he fucked her hole with his fingers.

push in and out slowly and delicately to ensure i don't wake up and startle at a stranger in my bed. then, when i'm stretched out enough (or when you've gotten tired of fingering me) push me onto my stomach and pull my panties down, exposing my now slick cunt to the cold air of my room.

then, forgetting everything about keeping me asleep, thrust into my needy hole as hard as you can and watch as i startle awake with a jolt and a scream from the sudden intrusion.

but i’m so wet you can’t believe how easy it is to slowly push inside me. i stir softly, but don’t wake. and you can feel me hot around you, like im cockwarming you instead of that piece of plastic. you thrust slow and soft, watching my lips part as you start to feel good, but i don’t have a clue what you’re doing to me. with each thrust you get faster and more possessive, touching me more and more when you hear my moaning get a little bit louder with each thrust. you tell me i’m a slut for being so wet, and a good girl for being a slut. you’re using me and listening to me, feeling so good, using my body as you pleased, calling me a good wet ready slut for you.

then, you realize i’m still unconscious. my eyes are still fluttering closed, i don’t respond to your calls. i’m still asleep and drugged up - but i’m moaning even as you’re fucking me. i feel good even if i don’t know it, because your cock was inside of me and my body couldn’t help but react like this. like a slut, who’s been craving for cock all this time. it’s like i’m getting what i deserved.

and that’s when you realize i’m not going to stop you. i’m not even going to remember this happened. you could do anything you want to me, and i’d never know - but you knew, deep down even if i were to fully wake up and say no, i actually did want it. i wouldn’t be so wet and horny for you if i didn’t, right?

i don’t hear myself mewling and crying as you’re railing me, and calling me every single dirty and degrading name you’ve ever wanted to say. it’s so hard to stay awake, my mind still so high and my body so weak as you roughly force me to a better position to take your cock even deeper. i’m barely lucid, even as you twist my nipples and bend me over the bed, but you can hear my reactions and you make me moan and gasp. you could slap my ass and i’d stay delirious. my cunt pulses around you as you can feel your own orgasm building, and you’re gripping my hips and bruising me as you painfully and properly fuck me like i’m just your toy.