I want someone to send me their most sick and deranged fantasies. I won’t be creeped out, I promise <3 and if I ever am, then I guess I’ll just have to adjust quickly for your sake, won’t I~?
Can just imagine me and our girlfriend waiting in bed for Daddy to finish his skin care and nighttime routine to come out and find me and her like this. Just enjoying touching and kissing each other.
Daddy stands with a towel around him by the bed just watching his favorite girls. I grab the toy and hold it against her clit because I know how sensitive she is. She starts giggling and moaning into my mouth as we kiss.
Daddy drops his towel and starts pleasuring himself. When she’s about to cum I take away the toy. She pouts and looks at me with puppy eyes. I didn’t say a word, I just pointed to Daddy standing behind her.
She moves off the bed onto her knees in front of Daddy and takes him into her mouth. I’m holding her hair for her while I slowly kiss Daddy. After a long time of kissing Daddy, he grabs my hair in one hand pushes me down gently next to our girlfriend.
She makes a joke “Come here often?”, we all have a laugh. I let go of her hair and grab her face with both hands and pull her in for a kiss too while one hand leaves her face and makes it’s way between her legs.
I stop kissing her and position her to take Daddy back into her mouth. I move next to her. Daddy is smiling down at us as we take turns sucking his cock and kissing each other.
As he gets close, he grabs both of by our hair and turns us into each other. He cums in her mouth first and then into mine. Daddy always cums so much for us.
He tells us we were his favorite girls and that we did so good for him, we both blush and stand up. He throws me onto the bed first and then her and gets in between us.
The rest of the night we spent watching our show and lazily playing with each other. Just talking about tomorrows plan of TPE night and the expectation for us both.
After an hour or so Daddy’s ready for more of us so he rolls over to me and grabs my neck while he slides into me. When He’s done with me, he rolls over to our girlfriend who’s been patiently watching and waiting for her turn.
Daddy plays with her until He finishes inside of her. She goes to get cleaned up. When she comes out she finds me and Daddy almost the way He found us.
Daddy’s holding the vibe to me and holding my neck. Looking straight into my soul which is making its way out of my body as I’m about to cum. Right at the climax Daddy puts me out by squeezing my neck.
Our girlfriend is looking anxiously at Daddy as He laid me back down carefully, she knows it’s her turn to meet me in dreamland.
Once she found me in dreamland He turns off the TV and lays between us playing with our hair as we sleep satisfied and peacefully.
I really like your daddy themed posts and that you combine that with rimming, that's something I haven't seen often before! I wanted to ask you if you'd like to write a story like that again but with a very sweet and loving dad in which he treats his curious girl gently and let's get explore.
Id love to see what you make out of it and I hope you have a great day
C/W: Incest-adjacent, Rimming, Praise (sorry, I know this one triggers a lot of girls 😔)
"Ughh, fuuuck, baby," I groan as my girl's tiny hands palm my stiff cock. "Holy shit, sorry... I just didn't expect my little girl to make daddy's cock so hard. Just keep exploring, sweetheart. You wanted to explore a man's body, didn't you?"
She picks up my cock and strokes it, kneading my dick with more confidence with each fucking pump. "Oh fuck, kid... You're doing such a good job. But if you want daddy to feel even better... I can show you what to do."
A hum in happy agreement. My cock twitches in her hand. Fuck, it looks so lewd. Such a big cock in the hands in the hands of such a little girl. It's going to look so obscene buried inside her cunt one day.
"Your lips... kiss daddy's balls for a bit. OH FUCK... Fuck, sorry, I—." a guttaral groan takes over the words I want to say as goes from kissing my balls to sucking them. My slutty little fleshlight in the making... with her dad's balls stuffed in her mouth.
"Oh, you're doing such a good fucking job, baby. You're doing so well. It's like you were made for this, sweetheart. You were made to suck your dad's obscene, filthy nutsack."
After a while, she takes my balls out of her mouth and plasters tiny kisses around my cock. I look down at her, eyes melting into mine, as she rubs her face with my dick. Just grinding against my cock like she's in her happy place. She lowers her head down again and I tilt mine up in anticipation.
And then I feel it. My kid's tongue... flickering around my asshole. "Woah, sweetie, you don't have to do that, you know? Of course I like it but... You want to rim me? You want to shove your pretty little tongue up your dad's asshole? God, I didn't realise you were such a lewd kid."
She attacks my asshole again, dick firmly in her hands, occasionally stroking it as it pulses and throbs, drooling precum. I moan again, but more intensely than before. The thought of my innocent little angel choosing to tongue fuck her dad's asshole brings me close.
"God, FUCK, Fuck... Oh my fucking god, you nasty fucking... girl. You perfect little asswipe. You're so good, baby. I think this is what you were born to do, holy shit. I—I'm going to cum, sweetheart."
Tongue still in my ass, her hands pick up speed, lubed by my precum and squelching with each stroke. I buckle, pushing her face further into my ass as I spurt ropes of cum over my belly.
"Oh... oh... fuck... you're still eating my ass, sweetie? You like it that much?"
"This is me," his girlfriend says, smiling at him as she brushes back a strand of hair. "I'll miss you," he replies, his arms wrapping around her. "And I'll think of you all night."
"You better," she giggles, before giving him a quick peck on the lips and dashing off the train before the doors slam close.
As the train picks up speed, they wave at each other through the window before they're separated for then night. It's been a long night but he's enjoyed every moment of it. Dinner, a moonlit river-side walk, and an intense bit of making out on a bench somewhere.
He licks his lips slightly, savouring the memory of her soft touch. His cock throbs in anticipation.
Minutes later, he's walking home, shoulders hunched, coat pulled tightly around him as he fights the bitter wind. A quick battle with his pockets and fingers, and he unlocks the door. He throws his coat onto a peg, kicks off his shoes and walks to his sister's door, barging in without so much as a knock.
The room is dark, lit up only by three flashing screens filled with extreme, rough pornography. Sat in a chair in front of them is his sister, her panties long discarded, her fat, pierced tits lewdly overflowing out of her top. Between her legs is a vibrator, grinding against her cunt. She takes her thumb out of her mouth, turning to him and grinning at him. The sight of her braces makes his dick pulse.
"Hi Daddy, how did your date go?" She asks, pinching one of her nipples as she humps her vibrator.
"I'm not your fucking dad, kid. I'm your brother. And it went well. She says hi."
She giggles, her tits jiggling with each sway. "You may as well be my dad with all the nasty, icky things you've been teaching me. Things you've kept from your pretty little girlfriend. What would she say if she found out you'd groomed your own little sister into your sex toy, Daddy?"
Weeks ago, he may have hesitated. He no longer had such compunction. He pulls down his trousters, fishing out his cock as he slams it into down his teenage sister's throat. His hands finds her pigtails as he begins fucking her mouth, lewdly stirring up her fleshlight mouth just to get off.
He speaks over the sounds of whores moaning onscreen, their holes being stretched out and broken for the world to jerk off to. "If she found out... if she found out... I'd have you help me break her too. I'd have my two cunts side-by-side, making out as I fill your holes up with cum."
With each thrust, she loudly chokes on him. He feels her throat convulse around his cock and begins to feel her tears stream down her face. Feeling his own, barely legal kid sister being reduced to a cocksleeve has him forcing his cock deeper down her throat. He holds her there for a while before letting her go.
She falls back, coughing and spluttering, her face a sticky mess of her own throat drool. He rummages through her drawers as she catches her breath. Finding a bottle of oil, he turns back to her, pouring a generous amount over her chest, uncaring about her top.
She grins lewdly as his hands grope her huge tits, oiling them up wantonly. "You're going to break her? The same girlfriend you still haven't fucked yet? After all these months? You've been dating her since before you could even put your cock in me."
He's not listening. Not anymore. His bratty little sister is barely a person anymore. She's just three holes and a pair of tits for him to vent out his frustration. Done oiling up her tits, he places the bottle down. He snaps his fingers.
She leans over to him, her heavy tits wrapping around his cock as she presses them against his dick. She begins to jerk him off, strings of oil and spit hanging between her tits and cock. He groans in pleasure. "Fuck... fuck, holy fuck, baby. Just like that. Jerk off Daddy's cock like that, you stupid little goonette bitch."
She picks up speed, her pink tongue flicking down to meet the tip of his bulging cock. She can feel him now, threatning to explode. Almost close... So... close.
She stops.
The man's hand flies up, striking her across the face, before he attempts to continue getting off between her tits. She lets them go, one hand idly reaching down to her dripping cunt. She loves being hit. Her big brother raised her so well.
"I didn't tell you to fucking stop, cunt, did I?"
She grasps his cock in both hands, slowly milking his cock as her eyes meet his. "You could cum between my tits or to my hands, or maybe even to my mouth... but don't you want to cum properly tonight? Don't you want to feel a teenage asshole wrapped around your cock? Don't you want to flood my ass with your icky, cheating cum, Daddy?"
He glares at her for a moment, the dim light casting shadows across his face. Silence. Then the sound of moaning as whores and cunts in her porn videos come alive. He moves. He pushes her to her bed belly down, facing her screens. He spreads her fat, jiggling ass and forces his cock into her ass. His dick's oiled up and her asshole's abused enough to take his cock easily.
He feels her stretch around him. She feel him fill her bowels with his thick, pervy cock. He's buried to the hilt inside a teenage slut's asshole while his girlfriend's probably squealing at home thinking about their kiss tonight.
"H-have you been studying recently?" He asks casually, as if he isn't firmly pounding into his little sister's butt.
"Fuck, FUCK, Daddy, YES I HAVE. I love... LOVE—watching anal. Threesome. Rimjobs. I love it when men fuck teens like me. I love it. Thank you so much for—ughh—for introducing it to me and... holy shit, you're so big.. and teaching me!"
His hips slam into her ass, breaking her, stretching her sloppy butt with his cock. In and out, he frantically fucks her into her mattress as she loses herself, half a mind on her brother's cock, another half on the sick, disgusting porn she's been watching lately. She's in heaven.
He grunts furiously, his mind swirling with thoughts of his pretty girlfriend and his bratty, obscenely built sister. He's so fucking close again.
His hands reach for her lewd tits. Those barely legal cock pillows. She belongs to him. And he loves it. His knees buckle as he's sent over the edge. Her ass clenches around him as she milks hiṁ of every drop of cum.
They spend the next few minutes panting, occasionally kissing. He feels his tongue run over the metal in her mouth which causes him to grind in her ass slightly.
Finally her rolls off her and lays in the darkness with his sister as she fingers herself to an orgasm.
"Sleeping here tonight?" She asks.
His eyes flick between her and her porn before he closes them.
You stare at the symbols on the page, but all you see is a mess of x’s and y’s. Your brain is overheating the longer you look. You’re just not getting it.
"You’re lost again?"
You don’t look up. You can’t. The heat crawling up your neck is already unbearable. You just nod, your hair falling over your face.
"It’s the chain rule. We’ve gone over this three times." His voice is sharp. "Are you even listening or is your head just full of air?"
Your thighs press together under the table. This is the problem. Not the math problem, but the problem. The reason you keep flunking calc and scheduling these tutoring sessions.
He taps an impatient finger on the textbook. "The derivative of the outside function, times the derivative of the inside function. That’s it. Why is that so hard? Being a dumb little girl isn’t an excuse."
Dumb little girl.
Your brain stops working every time you hear that annoyed edge in his voice. The numbers blur. All you can think about is the wetness pooling between your legs. Your panties were dry an hour ago; now they’re sticking to you. Soaked.
"I… I don’t know," you manage to get out. Your voice is a pathetic little squeak.
"I don’t know." He repeats it, mocking you. "Of course you don’t know. You can barely stay focused."
His shadow falls over you as he leans forward. He’s so close. His scent makes your head swim.
"Look at me."
You lift your head slowly. His eyes are dark, narrowed with frustration. You think he might just grab you and shake you.
"Are you even trying? Or are you just wasting my time?"
"I’m trying," you whisper, and it’s true. You are. You’re trying not to squirm in your seat. You’re trying not to let him see how his disappointment makes you drip.
He runs a hand through his hair. "I’m starting to think this is pointless. You’re just not getting it."
The words land like little stones, and with each one, you leak a little more. It’s too much. If this goes on any longer it’s going to be impossible to hide the wet patch forming on the plastic of the library chair. You have to get out of here. You have to fix yourself.
"I need to… I need the bathroom." You push your chair back, the legs scraping loudly on the floor.
He waves a dismissive hand, already looking back at the textbook as if you’re not even there anymore. The humiliation of it is a fresh thrill. You practically run from the room.
In the bathroom, you splash water on your burning face. You lean against the sink, breathing hard. You’re a mess. Hopeless. You press a wad of toilet paper between your legs, trying to soak up the evidence of just how pathetic you are for him. After a few minutes, feeling a little less likely to fall apart, you head back.
When you walk in, he’s not looking at the book anymore. He’s staring at your empty chair.
"What the fuck is that?"
You follow his gaze. On the smooth, beige plastic of the seat is a dark, damp patch. A perfect little outline of where you were sitting. Your heart stops. Your blood runs cold, then hot.
He looks from the chair, to your face, then back to the chair.
"Did you get so scared of a little math problem that you wet yourself?"
Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out. This is so much worse than him thinking you’re stupid.
He stands up, walks around the table, and stops in front of the chair. He crouches down, inspecting the wet spot like a detective at a crime scene.
"No," He looks up at you, "you like being humiliated. I bully you a little, and you get this wet."
You can only stand there, exposed, barely able to breathe.
"Well, the least you can do is clean up your own mess."
You stare at him, confused. "I… I can get a paper towel…"
"No" He shakes his head. "You clearly need some discipline. Lap it up with your tongue, slut."
The words don’t compute at first. He can’t be serious.
"Lick it clean."
His hand shoots out and grabs the back of your neck, his fingers digging in. He forces you down to your knees in front of the chair.
"Don’t waste my time."
Your face is inches from the plastic seat. You can see the damp sheen of your own arousal. The scent is faint, but it’s there. Humiliating. You hesitate for a second too long, and his grip tightens, pushing your head forward until your nose bumps against the chair.
There’s no use fighting it. You give in.
You stick out your tongue and give a tentative lick. He grunts, the first sound of approval you’ve heard today. You close your eyes and start licking in earnest, trying to erase the spot, your tongue swiping back and forth, back and forth.
His hand slides down your back. It rests on your ass for a moment, then hooks into the waistband of your shorts. With a single, sharp tug, he yanks them down to your knees, taking your wet panties with it.
Before you can even react, two fingers shove right inside you.
You gasp, your mouth falling open against the chair. You’re so, so wet. He doesn’t need any prep. You’re a fucking fountain for him. His fingers are brutal, plunging in and out, ramming against you.
"You’re so fucking pathetic," his voice is rough, right against your ear "Leaking all over the goddamn library furniture like a stupid bitch in heat."
Every thrust of his fingers is a spark. Your hips start to buck against his hand, a mindless, needy motion. You’re on your knees, your face pressed to the chair, lapping up your own mess while he paws at your cunt. It’s the most disgusting thing that has ever happened to you.
And you’re about to cum.
"Sir I'm—I’m…" you whimper, barely even processing what’s happening.
"Get it over with." He drives his fingers in deeper, harder.
You can’t form words. Your brain just… shorts out. The pleasure is too sharp, too laced with humiliation. It builds and builds until your whole body locks up. You collapse against the chair, twitching, your inner muscles clenching violently around his fingers. He holds you there until the last aftershock fades, and then pulls his fingers out with a wet schlick.
"Get up."
You stumble to your feet, not even having the sense to pull up your shorts. You see him, already back at his side of the table, unzipping his jeans. He pulls out his cock. It’s thick and hard, jutting out from his pants. It’s everything you’ve been imagining and more.
"Sit down," he says, pointing not at your chair, but at his lap. "We’re not done until you understand the problem."
Your legs move on their own. You go to him, turn around, and slowly, carefully, lower yourself onto his cock. You gasp as he slides inside you. It’s a tight fit, stretching you, filling you up. He reaches around you, his arms caging you in, and grabs the textbook.
He holds it in front of your face. "Now. The derivative of x-squared plus one, all to the power of three. Fucking do it."
You stare at the symbols again. They’re still just squiggles. You can’t think. You can only feel him, thick and hot inside your ruined pussy.
"I… uh… three times…" you start, your voice trembling.
"Three times what? Use your words."
"Three times… x… squared…?"
"Wrong."
He slams his hips up, driving his cock deep into you. "No, you stupid slut!" he snarls, and the force of the thrust makes you cry out. "Derivative of the outside first! Three times the whole goddamn function to the power of two! How many times do I have to say it?"
You sob, a tear rolling down your cheek. "I’m sorry…"
"Don’t be sorry. Be right." He grabs your chin, forcing you to look at the page. "Now the derivative of the inside. What’s the derivative of x-squared plus one?"
You’re shaking. Every time you breathe, you can feel the head of his cock rubbing against your cervix. "Two… two-x?"
"Finally." He rewards you with a slow, grinding rotation of his hips. A moan escapes your lips. "See? You’re not completely useless."
He walks you through the rest of the problem like that. Every correct step earns you a slow, teasing grind. Every mistake, every hesitation, earns you a brutal slam of his hips and another venomous insult. He calls you dumb, a whore, a worthless cunt who’s only good for one thing. And with every insult, every punishing thrust, you get closer and closer — to the right answer — and also to cumming again. It’s a cruel form of reinforcement learning spurred on by his cock and the hateful words in your ear. "Now write the final answer," he commands.
You can’t. Your hands are gripping his arms like a vice, the pressure building and building to an unbearable peak. You’re about to cum again, just from the friction and the filth. You shake your head.
His grip tightens on your waist. "Write it."
Somehow, you obey. Your hand is trembling so badly you can barely hold the pencil. You reach over, your whole body stretched taut over his cock, and scrawl the final, correct equation on the page.
He looks down at your shaky handwriting. At the right answer.
"Good girl."
He slams his hips up into you one final time. That’s all it takes.
Your whole body rattles. You come apart, an endless orgasm that leaves you completely undone, twitching and whimpering against him. He lets you ride out the aftershocks, then he floods you, his hot cum shooting ropes deep inside.
He pulls out. Abruptly. You feel suddenly empty, hollowed out. A thick, creamy white trail drips from between your legs, running in a messy line down your inner thigh.
He pushes you off his lap and you stumble, barely catching yourself on the edge of the table. Then he glances down at the textbook, at the perfectly correct answer you wrote in your final, desperate moment.
"Looks like you’re finally getting it."
He stares back at you, a mess of sweat and cum and tears.
"But we’ll have to make sure we reinforce today’s lesson. Same time tomorrow."
Warning! This post is between fully consenting adults! This post includes Fauxcest and piss play.
Dad that thinks your attitude has been a little too much. So when he's finally had enough of his little girl being a damn brat he barges into her room. Grabs her by the ankle and manhandles her to lay on her back. Her struggles against him are weak and pathetic. He's pinning her to the bed and grabbing her neck. Giving it a tight squeeze as he makes her look into his eyes. Tells her exactly why she's getting put back into her place. You've been throwing stupid tantrums over nothing. The biggest fucking attitude when all I have been is nice to you. Overall a spoiled goddamn brat!
If she even dares to give attitude in that moment he is yanking her panties off. Ripping them in the process and getting between her legs. She can't escape him as she grabs his wrist trying to pull him away from her neck. He slaps her cunt making her squeal. He repeats this a couple times until his hand is getting wet. Little girl just needed an attitude reset. Let's her go for a second, only to go through her drawer and grab her vibrator.
She tries to run off again but she's getting pulled back into position. She's cursing at her dad and calling him mean names. Why can't you be normal and punish me normally? You sick pervert! You shouldn't even be seeing my cunnie right now! Only to cut herself off when he holds the vibrator to her clit. Full speed, no mercy. She tries to squirm away from it but he holds her there. She whines for him not to press down too hard, Her poor bladder is full. Dad! You sick fuck! I need to pee! Stop pushing! He just smiles, should've thought of that before catching that attitude..Keeps the vibrator pressed to her clit and every time she starts to squirm really bad he pulls it away only to put it back seconds later.
I'm not stopping until that pretty dumb brain of yours completely resets. Lose that fucking attitude and your free to go. Fuck you! He watches his daughter grab one of her stuffies for comfort as another whine leaves her lips and her eyes tear up. Fine, I'll keep going then. He drops the vibrator on the bed and she sighs. Her legs shaking and she tries to close them. Dad is undoing his belt quickly, an obvious bulge showing from them. He's pushing his pants down and his cock is free. His daughters eyes widen, Dad- Shut up! This is your attitude adjustment time, I do whatever I seem is fit. He's yanking her legs back wide open. Dragging his cock through her slits getting it nice and wet. This isn't how Da- Dad's do whatever they think is best for their daughters.
He's pushing into her completely and she gasps holding her stuffie tighter. If that means fucking the attitude out of her then so be it, he's putting his hands on her thighs. Pushing them back harshly and folding her. Soft tears escape her eyes as he fucks her, bitting down on her stuffie to not moan. A-asshole...she manages to get out before whimpering again. I'm an asshole? He lets go of her thighs and picks up the vibrator again presses it on her clit. A loud squeal leaves her again, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! She shakes her head, tears coming down quicker, and her bladder feels like its bursting. Keep saying that and maybe I'll be nicer, he grunts. Dad! I'm sorry! Please I'm sorry! Please stop! I'm gonna- she cuts herself off with a loud cry. I can't hold it!
He shakes his head, reset time little girl... Going to make sure it really gets into that head of yours. He presses the vibrator harshly on her clit while pushing down on her bladder and fucking into her. She lets out another loud cry as her bladder can take it. Being forced to let go all over them, she's holding her stuffie tights and sniffling. Doesn't have time to process anything as she's forced to cum seconds later. Look at that mess, dad throws the vibrator to the side. Grabbing her hips and lifting them while he continues to pound into her. I'm sorry, she hiccups.
Your cleaning all this fucking mess up, no daughter of mine is a spoiled attitude filled brat and gets away with it. He moans and switches positions. Now pinning her back onto the bed and climbing on her. Pushing deeper into her as she whimpers and nods. I'll be a good girl! I'm sorry dad! Just...just wanted your attention. Then be a good girl! Bad girls get treated like this, made to make embarrassing messes, aren't you embarrassed baby? She lets out a soft cry and nods, yes...dad. going to cum, dad moans loudly and sits up. Pulling out quickly and stroking his cock over her. Cumming all over her body, attitude filled brats don't get Dad's cum inside. Especially not messy ones like you, he pants as he drags the tip through her slits still. I'll be a good girl, please...I'm sorry. I'll behave, her thighs are shaking as she looks up at him.
Clean yourself and this shit up. Then maybe we can discuss a good time for a good girl but I have to see you actually earn it now. He slaps her inner thigh making her squeal as he climbs off her bed. Not bothering to put his cock away as he walks out of her room. She sniffles and sits up hugging her stuffie, asshole...I can be a good girl...She mutters but with shaky legs tries to stand up to clean everything.
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.”
“I think you’re close to a breakthrough. I’d like to bump you up to two sessions a week for the next little while.” The girl feels his half hard cock twitch in her mouth. He clicks his pen twice. She nods as his hands grope her tits.
On my bucket list is to give a really good blow job to a guy, the morning of his wedding, so he's all calm and relaxed. Maybe the best man or brother sets it up. It's not cheating, it's like cumming in a sock..a really good sock.
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