I can’t stop thinking about a sick perverted doctor. I didn’t even come in for a physical, I came in for anxiety yet he’s making me put on the gown. Doesn’t even leave the room, he watches me strip. He can tell I’m nervous and shy. Take everything off, I did… even your panties sweetheart. I look at him and nod as I reach under the gown and pull them off. As I go to put them with the rest of my clothes he stops me, pass them over here. What? I need to check that everything is good, that includes your panties. With shaky hands I give them to him, he smells them.
I look at him in shock, Sir- they smell nice, your taking good care? Y-yeah I think so? I’m so confused, I didn’t like doctors. Barely came unless I needed to, was this normal? Sit on the table, I listen but have trouble getup. I always do, my gown opens and I squeal as a gust of cold air hits my cunt. Then I feel his gloved hands help me up and he stands between my legs. I look up at him, what are we here for? Anxiety… Anxiety? Whats wrong with my pretty patient? He grabs my face and exams it. I don’t know I just…been having a hard time. He shines a light in my eyes and then opens my mouth. You don’t like the stick, correct? He remembers that? I nod it’s fine I’ll just use my fingers, before I can react he’s shoving his fingers down my throat.
I gag surprised but then settle into place. Look at that…you react much better to my fingers than the stick. He keeps pushing deeper, I can go much deeper than usual… he mumbled to himself. It almost feels like he’s playing with my throat until he finally pulls them back. I don’t like the stick, I gag at just the thought. But you took my finger perfectly, good girl. He smiles and pats my head, what else about anxiety? It’s gotten harder, he nods along and pushes my gown up. Lay back, I listen and I’m confused as I keep talking.
He spreads my legs and I gasp covering my cunt with the gown. I’m your doctor sweetheart…I need to see everything. He gently pulls my hands away and lifts the gown again. This could be it, could be what? She looks lonely, he runs his fingers up and down my thighs that are already shaking nervously. Lonely? But…I take care of myself… he let’s put a low moan, do you now? That’s good…but looks like she needs something else. I feel his thumb find my clit and I squeal again. One hand holds my thigh while the other rubs my clit.
Yeah this is what she needs, he starts to undo his belt. Doc- easy now, I'm just trying to help you with that anxiety. He taps my cunt, making my hips jolt. Hold your legs back for me, I need to get a better view. He grabs my hands and makes me hold my legs back. He sinks two fingers inside me and I whine, she's gushing. I don't think you've been properly taken care of, I try. He shakes his head as he fingers me, I bite my lip. I bet all you do is abuse that poor clit, are you scared to go deeper? I don't respond as I whimper, I'm your doctor you can trust me.
...I don't think my fingers are enough. I admit weakly, I've tried but it just doesn't feel right. It doesn't feel like this? He curls his fingers and I drop my head back, no... Doctor I don't think you should continue that, I could feel myself getting closer. It's fine, this is between us. A doctor and his patient, he lays his hand on my stomach and keeps fingering me until I cum. I let out a small shamed moan as I fall back on the table and drop my legs. This is what your body needs, he runs his hand up and down my stomach almost in a calming manner.
You can let go of all that anxiety like this, but I understand it doesn't work that way when you do it. I feel something running up and down my cunt, I glance at him and gasp. I try to pull away, doctor- before I can even get my words out he's sinking his cock into me. I choke up, he covers my mouth before I can let out a loud cry. He's pushed all the way to the hilt, there's no space between us. Easy now...let your doctor take care of you. He mumbles and starts fucking me slowly. I shake my head as my eyes roll back. I make weak attempts to push him off but I can't. His cock is too distracting, it's turning my brain into mush.
Just give into it, dumb girls that don't think can't have anxiety. He keeps fucking into me, fixing his position only to get a better angle inside me. The exam table clashes against the wall with each thrust. He moans in my ear, you just need someone to touch you. You'll be a good sweetie to the therapist I'm recommending you to, he'll do what I do but frequently. That will keep you at bay, I can't help but cum over his cock. Wow you get tight and soaking wet... He moans but doesn't stop his advances.
A nurse knocks on the door, doctor? In a minute! They never know when to leave me alone with a patient, he grunts. I need to take my sweet time with you girls, you deserve the proper treatment. He throws his head back and cums deep inside my cunt. I don't even think about the consequences as I moan into his gloved hand. He finally lets me go, pulling away panting. Admiring the mess he's made between my thighs, he fixes his pants. That therapist will do you good sweetheart, he rubs my thigh. I'll see you in 3 months to see the progress, the nurse will help you out.
My parents were out of town and my sister had decided to invite some friends over. I guess she forgot I was still coming home though since when I arrived I found all the girls passed out randomly throughout the house, all in nothing but their underwear.
I walked around and eventually found my sister. She was wearing white panties and a black bra. She was passed out, and looking so cute. Well best not to let this go to waste.
I stripped down naked and came up next to her. I held her head as I pulled my cock to her mouth and gently pushed it in. I let it get hard inside her mouth and felt her beginning to stir.
I smiled as I began to thrust, letting my cock push to the back of her throat as she began to open up her eyes. She looked up at me as I held her head in place and kept on thrusting. "Forget I was still here?" I smiled as I kept going and then began to cum.
I shot my load down her throat and like a good little girl, my sister swallowed it all. I pulled out and she smiled up at me while licking her lips "delicious" she said with a gentle moan.
"Keep that up and I might just end up fucking you right here with all your little friends around" I said as I took the time to look at her lovely body.
"Oh please, like you would ever do anything like that" she laughed at me and I frowned. So that's how she wanted to play it then? So be it. I held her down with one hand and with the other I tore off her panties while she yelped and protested.
I held her by the throat and stared into her eyes as I then pushed my entire cock up her pussy. "Wait! I was kidding! I... Aaahhh... Fuck" she moaned out as I plunged into her. She rolled her head back and smiled as I stayed in place.
"That's better" I said as she smiled. I began to do some heavy thrusts, making her bounce with each thrust as she moaned out in pleasure. I started going faster and faster until her boobs were bouncing for me. I grabbed her bra and yanked it off her while she yelped out.
She blushed as her bare tits bounced for me. I leaned down and bite down on them while fucking her nice and deep. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, moaning as we fucked.
She felt so good, I began to cum in her while sucking on her tits and she moaned out as I felt her body shaking. I held her in place and once I was done cumming I kissed her deeply. "Good little girl" I pulled her out and let her go.
She was panting and smiling. "Shame I am the only one getting such treatment" she said as she looked at her friend passed out close to her. I frowned, as I looked at the girl deep asleep.
My sister went over to her and undid her bra, then began to play with her tits. Fuck that was hot. I finally shrugged as I went over and pulled off her panties. I positioned myself and held her legs. Then I began to fuck her.
She woke up and seemed startled. I didn't have to do anything though as my sister held her down. She was squeezing down on the girl's boobs and began to kiss her, using her tongue to silence the girl as I fucked her hard and deep. It was all so hot I couldn't even last very long. I just began to pump my cum into her.
I stayed inside her as my sister stopped kissing her. She was panting and moaning gently. I leaned down and kissed her, and she kissed me back. "Good girl" I pulled out of her and she smiled at me.
I turned and looked for the next girl. My sister stayed with me the entire time, helping me fuck each of her friends. Waking them all up with my dick and stuffing them with my cum. At the end they all watched as I fucked my sister one more time. Pumping my seed into her while they all cheered.
From that night on, every time our parent's weren't home she would invite all her friends to a sleepover. Clothing not required...
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.
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tw: noncon, sibcest
Thinking about sharing my little sis on family vacation. Like on a cruise with my family. My parents tell us to go make some friends while they sit at the bar or in the adults pool while I have to babysit my little sis at the kids pool.
One day the kids pool area is super quiet, only us and another brother and his older sis. After I'm bored of baby-sitting enough and nobody new has come to the pool I might start teasing my sis, pulling her bra down so her tits show. Pushing my knee in between her legs and grinding her hips on it. She begs me to stop and complains were in public but I reassure her nobody else minds that were a sibling couple.
To prove it to her I pull off her panties under the water and then swim out of the pool and tease her at the edge trying to get her to get her waist above the water to grab it but she doesn't. This makes me mad so naturally I find another boy her age in the pool and give him her panties. He looks at me shocked and then looks over to my sister wide eyed. That's when I notice this boys big sister taking to my little sis. She hands my sis something and thats when I try to look below the water. This boy isn't wearing any shorts either. He's completely naked in the pool.
It hits me the thing this boys older sis just handed to my sis is the same thing I just gave her little brother. I lock eyes with the older sister and we both grin as we have the same idea. She climbs into the pool and dives her hand under my little sisters legs grabbing her by her little cunny. I can make out my sisters look of shock and pleasure and she slips a finger into her and begins to drag her by her pussy across the pool.
I do the same, climbing into the pool with her little brother and plunging my hand between his legs to find his cock already throbbing. She must've been teasing her bro while I was teasing my sis. I begin to pull her little brother by his cock over towards her and my sis.
I can feel his cock throbbing as I lazily stroke it underwater and we get to our respective sisters in the middle of the pool. His big sis and I are grinning at each other greedily as she continues to wriggle her finger inside of my little sis. My sis is looking at me with wide eyes as she writhes on this girls fingers.
Don't worry baby we're just making some new friends that's all. Why don't you introduce yourself to this cute boy here, he's already very excited to meet you.
I say as I give the boy a few quick strokes around the head of his cock which makes him let out a little moan. I guide the little brother over to my sis until there so close they're almost touching.
Ohh little bro didn't I teach you any manners? It's polite to give a girl a hug when you meet her.
And with that she gives my sis a little shove and she takes a step forward pressing her tits against the little brother's chest. They both let out a gasp as his hard cock slides right between her little slit and his arms wrap around her in a tight hug.
See guys I think we're going to become good friends. Get acquainted while your sister and I get to know each other.
With that I switch attention to the big sister as she moves her hands around my waist and I press my growing bulge into her swimmers. We lock lips and our tongues start greedily swapping saliva while I grope her perky tits with both hands.
Meanwhile we both steal glances at our little siblings following our lead and kissing each other. My cock throbs and hardens even more in my swimming trunks when I notice my little sis grinding her hips back and forth on the boys cock.
While we make out in the pool we decide that we should go back to one of our rooms before things go too far so we tell our little siblings to stop for a second and put on their swimming bottoms. Before they can exchange their stolen bottoms the little boys big sis speaks up.
No no guys not your swimming bottoms. The ones we gave you silly.
She smiles at her little brother as she helps him lift his legs to put on my little sisters bikini bottoms. I do the same for my little sis putting on the boys swimming trunks but not before rubbing my sis's clit just enough to have her humping the water looking for something to grind against.
As we get out of the water and dry off the older sister and I can't help but admire our siblings as they dry off. My little sister has a trail down her legs where the boys trunks do nothing to stop her pussy juices flowing down her legs. The boy's older sis giggles a little when she sees how his throbbing cock sticks out the top of my sister's panties, a little drop of precum dribbling down its head.
Once back at our room the older sister and I lock the door and immediately start stripping our siblings out of their swimmers. I take my little sister's tiny tits into my mouth as I pull down the trunks and she lets out a moan she's been holding in. We turn around and find the little brother's cock being greedily swallowed by his older sis and I can't help looking forward to that being my cock she's swallowing. She takes him out of her mouth to turn around to my sister and call her over.
Juuust like that. You're such a good girl.
As she puts her hand on the back of her head and pushes her brother's cock into my sister's mouth. Sliding her head up and down, up and down while her brother let's out little whimpers and moans.
Taking the opportunity I come up behind his older sister and slide her panties down to her knees while she continues helping my little sis.
I brush my hand along the inside of her thighs and feel how thoroughly soaked she is under her bikini. I climb down and lie on my back, positioning my head between her calves while she kneels and before she can brace herself, I grab her hips and pull her ass down onto my face. She lets out a yelp as my tongue caresses her clit before plunging into her depths to taste her. She lets out a much lower groan as my tongue licks and laps at her gushing cunt distracting her from what she was doing. I hear her little brother moaning and panting even more and his distracted big sis forgets when to stop and pushes my little sister's head all the way down to the base of her brother's cock. I can hear little sis choking and gagging on her new friends cock.
The older sis is so absorbed in the feeling of my tongue in her cunt she doesn't even let my sister up to breath before her little brother starts bucking his hips with pleasure, his moans and groans turn desperate as he begins to pump his thick sticky cum deep down my sister's throat.
Mmmnn ah baby bro nooo yo...you didn't even get to try her pussy yet I'm so sorry I got ah... A little carried away.
His big sis gasps as her brother pulls out of my sister's mouth and collapses drained on one of the beds.
Mmmfuck princess come here you were such a good girl.
She says as she pulls my sister's lips up to hers as she begins to lick up the cum that drooled down my sister's lips and then making out with her to taste what didn't go down her throat. She pulls back from my sisters lips and tells her to lie down on the bed which my little sis does obediently.
She stands up off my face covered in her cum and I get up to rip her top off and let her big perky tits out groping her rough and twisting her nipples making her moan as she spreads my little sister's legs.
Lay back and enjoy this sis. She's going to take the best care of you.
My sister's tits and tummy are covered in cum and her own spit from the facefucking she received and she's got the remnants of tears running down her face but she lets out the most beautiful little gasp as this girls tongue flicks her clit over and over. With my sister laying on the bed and my new friend bent over the bed eating her I line up my cock that's made a puddle out of my trunks and in one quick thrust plunge it balls deep into her cunt. My tip pushing on her cervix I'm a perfect fit inside her as she screams into my sister's pussy.
I take no time warning up as I start fucking her into my sister's pussy. My thrusts push her tongue deeper into my sister and before we know it my little sis squirts all over the big sisters face. She licks up every drop off my sister and she begins squirming to get away but she grabs her hips and won't let her. Her tongue is flicking her overstimmed clit as fast as it can until another orgasm rips through my sis. I'm still pounding her ass as she devours my sister and I can feel her pussy start twitching around my cock. I smack her ass harder and harder and her pussy clenches around my cock with every spank. Right as my sister is approaching her third orgasm and I can feel mine and the older sisters building so quickly I rub my thumb around her twitching asshole before forcing my thumb deep into her ass.
fuck Fuck FUUUUCK OMG YESYESYES DADDY BREED MY CUNT!
NGHHHHH FUCKKKK OMG PLEASE
We both scream loud enough for our families to hear us on the other decks as her pussy gushes cumming all over my cock and I ram her cervix with my cock and breed her pretty pussy. Her her legs give out and her pussy spasms on my cock, squeezing out every last drop as rope after rope of hot cum fills her cunt and starts overflowing dripping down our legs onto the floor. My little sister screams as her third orgasm makes her squirt all over us and herself.
Little brother passed out on the bed, cock limp and drained of cum. Little sis with her legs spread covered in cum, spit and tear. Her tummy filled with cum. Big sister passed out on the floor cockwarming big bro as they hold each other, his cock holding all the cum inside big sister's pussy keeping her nice and full. Her pussy twitching and her ass red and raw. Big bros balls empty and drained. His face, covered in big sis's cum.
She’s been my roommate for over three months now and I’m nearing the end of my patience. Everything about her drives me insane, from the smell of her shampoo permeating through the bathroom after her long showers to the way she prances around the living room and kitchen wearing her tiny little pajamas. I’ve learned every single detail about her since she moved in and every day I fall in love with her a little more but she has no idea. She’s been etched into every atom of my soul and I need her to be mine.
She’d moved into my place after responding to an ad I’d placed about needing a roommate. She told me she’d broken up with her boyfriend and moved out of their shared apartment so it never felt right for me to make a move. I didn’t want her to treat me like a rebound, not when I have every intention of making her mine forever. But, last week, she’d put on a fucking red dress and heels fully done up to go on a date with some loser. I almost lost my mind when I saw her on her way out the door. How dare she go spend time with some loser guy when I’m right here for her?
That night, while I waited up all night for her to come home (she didn’t and I almost left the house to hunt her down and drag her back here), I made up my mind. If she can’t see what’s right in front of her, I’ll make her see. I’ll force her to. Plus, she deserves a punishment for whoring herself out to some random guy and I plan to teach her a hard-earned lesson.
It wasn’t very difficult to get my hands on what I needed, the internet really does provide all. A few searches, a couple hundred dollars, and a week’s wait for expedited shipping later, I was equipped with a fast-acting roofie and a powerful aphrodisiac, both of which dissolved nicely and undetectably into any beverage of choice.
It’s Friday night now and I’m jittery with a combination of nerves, excitement, and a feeling of finality. I’m finally getting a taste of what I want. She’ll wake up the next morning, maybe a little sore and tired but none the wiser of the events of tonight. And once I clear my head a little, I’ll figure out a long term plan to make her mine forever.
Really, I’m doing her a favor. I could be rough, be violent, hold a knife to her throat and force her to take my cock. Make her cry and scream and traumatize her to really punish her. But no, I’m too good to her to put her through that. Instead, she gets the easy way out, the nice drugs that make her pliant, relaxed, and needy. She gets to wake up the next morning and still feel safe around me, because she is. And eventually, she’ll learn to love me.
She’s curled up on the couch when I come out of my room, dressed in another one of her tiny pajama sets, her eyes leaving her Kindle to meet mine before she shoots me a beautiful smile. “Hey you! Where’ve you been? I feel like I’ve hardly seen you all week?”
I flash her a grin, “Been busy with work, I took on a new project and there’s been a lot of prep work involved.”
She nods, “Well I hope it goes well, I can’t imagine it not, you seem really good at your job!” If only she knew.
I smile at her before heading into the kitchen, calling out behind me, “You want something to drink?”
“Yes please! Can you grab me a can of seltzer, please?”
My smile widens when I hear that and I grab a can of her favorite flavor from the fridge before cracking it open and pouring the fizzy water into a cup. Both drugs dissolve immediately into the drink and I smirk before grabbing a can for myself.
I step back into the living room and settle onto the other side of the couch, handing over her drink. She smiles in thanks before taking a long sip. I hide my smile behind a drink of my own.
“Whatcha up to?” I ask, nodding towards her Kindle.
She shrugs, tossing her hair over her shoulder, the smell of her shampoo wafting into my face. My fist clenches. Fuck, she smells so good. “I’m just reading, nothing exciting,” she says. “What about you? Any fun plans tonight?”
I can’t hold back the smirk that lights up my face, “Nah, just spending a night in.”
She takes another sip of her drink and blinks her eyes tiredly. “Mhm, that sounds nice, getting to bed early sounds like a good plan.”
I nod, eyes fixed on her drink as she takes another swallow. My heart is beating hard in my chest as I try to restrain myself from showing my dark excitement for where tonight is headed.
I watch as she sets her Kindle down on the coffee table and rubs her eyes. “I think I’m going to head into my room…” her voice is softer now, slower as the drugs start to take effect. I nod at her drink, “You should finish that before you head in.”
She nods a little and drinks the last little bit, setting her cup onto the table and moving to stand. She barely manages to get herself up before she stumbles and her knees buckle, her body folding like a puppet.
I’m ready for her and I pull her into my lap, making sure she doesn’t hurt herself.
“Hey, hey, what’s wrong, you okay?” My voice betrays my excitement but she’s too far gone to notice. Her body melts into mine as she lets out a soft whine, “Mm really tired… and everything feels so hot…”
She leans her head against my shoulder and I let out a groan, the feeling of her soft body in my lap is almost enough to make me lose control. I laugh incredulously, “Fuck, those drugs really do work fast.”
I tap her cheek gently and look into her dazed eyes, “Hey. Hey, focus on me. You still with me?”
Her eyes blink slowly at me but she’s too delirious to respond. I’m so fucking hard now, the reality of what’s going to happen fully hitting me. I cup her cheek and lean my forehead against hers, groaning with desire.
“You’re all mine now, huh? Drugged out of your mind and completely vulnerable. You look so pretty like this, not a single thought in that gorgeous head of yours, isn’t that right?”
My lips meet hers and I moan into her mouth as I claim our first kiss. First of many. She’s soft and pliant underneath me, her lips clumsily moving against mine. I run my hand through her soft hair as my lips work feverishly against hers. My breath comes out in harsh pants when I finally pull away, the taste of her lips making my head spin.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect like this. So obedient, so good for me. Not like last week, when you whored yourself out to some fucking guy, huh?” My voice turns mean as I recall the red hot fury that governed my every thought the night she went out. My hands get rougher as I move her around in my lap, pulling her back to my chest and spreading her legs so they splayed open for me.
“If you’d just been a good girl, tonight wouldn’t have needed to happen like this. But no, you betrayed me. You went and fucked some other guy and now I need to cleanse him from you before I can make you mine. Because that’s what you are, my perfect girl, isn’t that right?”
Her eyes have fluttered shut now but it doesn’t matter to me because when my hand trails down her stomach to her clothed pussy, I can feel the burning heat. The aphrodisiac’s doing its job too.
I chuckle and grab a fistful of her pathetically tiny shorts and jerk them hard off her legs. She lets out a soft whimper from my harsh treatment and I coo softly at her, “It’s okay, darling, this is what you want.”
My fingers press against her bare cunt and she’s soaked.
“Fuck, you’re fucking dripping. Look at you, drugged out of your mind and this pretty pussy is weeping for me.”
I run my fingers gently across her pulsing clit and her legs twitch, a soft whine escaping from her lips. I start to rub her sensitive little clit in circles, spreading her own wetness all over her pussy.
“So messy for me, huh? I know you like this, I can feel your cunt pulsing. Only I can make you feel this way, you’ll learn that soon.”
She’s letting out little desperate whimpers and a glance at her face tells me she’s so out of it that I have nothing to worry about. I slide a finger into her pussy and groan at how tight she is.
“Fuck, you’re pretty pussy feels so good wrapped around my finger. God, you’re so nasty, getting all drugged up and turned into a little mindless toy. You’re leaking all over my lap and I’ve barely done anything. What a filthy little whore.”
I thrust my fingers into her and curl them upwards, letting my thumb keep rubbing her little clit. I almost wish she were more lucid so she could hear all the dirty things I’m telling her.
“Fuck, I can tell you’re close, huh? You gonna cum for me, all drugged up and making a mess all over my fingers?”
Her soft whimpers have turned into louder moans and I can tell by her little hip thrusts that she’s close. My fingers don’t stop and I feel her shudder in my arms, a soft mewling cry erupting from her as she cums for me. I groan softly and work her through her orgasm, my fingers rubbing mercilessly against her little clit as she trembles.
“That’s it, baby, feel good for you. I’m the only one who can make you feel like this, isn’t that right? You’re fucking mine.” I pull my fingers away from her and taste her wetness, moaning at how good she is.
I scoop her up and carry her into my room, laying her gently down on my bed, her head lolling in her drugged state of semi-consciousness. I brush her hair away from her pretty face, admiring her.
“I love you, pretty girl, do you know that? I love you so much and I’ll prove that to you. You won’t remember any of this tomorrow, but I promise you’ll never doubt how much I love you for the rest of our lives.”
I crawl over her, pining her body down onto the bed with my own, my hands running everywhere over her body. I trail soft kisses over her skin, licking gently down her neck and into the valley of her pretty, pretty tits. Her nipples are so hard and a gently flick from my fingers makes her let out a soft, sleepy whine.
I draw a hard peak into my mouth and let my tongue play with her sensitive flesh, scrapping my teeth gently against her. Another whimper from her. I want nothing more than to leave love bites and marks all over her skin, proving that she belongs to me for anyone to see but I control myself. Leaving marks would mean leaving evidence and I can’t have that, not yet.
I spend another few moments gently playing with her sensitive tits before I get too impatient to wait any longer. My cock has been straining against my sweatpants since I saw her take her first sip of her drugged drink and I can’t hold back anymore. I make quick work on my own clothes before I finally press my naked body against hers, every single bit of her form fitting perfectly against mine, like we were made for each other.
Her pretty cunt is still weeping, making a mess all over my bed. “I wish you were awake for this so you could see how fucking perfect we are for each other. But it’s okay, your mind might not remember this but your body well. Your body will know it belongs to me.” I groan as I swipe a finger through her wetness, making sure to nudge her little clit, savoring the hitch in her breathing that follows.
I smirk as I grip my throbbing cock and run the head gently across her dripping folds, moaning at the feel of her. “Fuck, such a desperate little cunt for me. You like this, huh? Like the feeling of my cock rubbing your cunt? Fuck, you’re so good like this.”
I slowly start to press into her, the tight, wet heat of her pussy making my head spin from pleasure. She lets out tiny little moans as I bottom out inside of her, her cunt clenching around me so tightly I would’ve thought she was awake if I didn’t know better.
“Fuck, that’s right. I own this pussy, this tight fucking cunt gripping my cock. Fuck, you’re all mine.” I’m panting as I start to thrust into her, every single movement making her limp body jerk.
She’s so good for me, so obedient as I take exactly what I want from her. Her eyes are still shut but the sounds she makes while unconscious are almost enough to make me worry she’s actually awake. I thrust deep and she lets out a delicious little whine.
“Fuck yes, you’re so sensitive like this, huh? The drugs making you so needy for me and my cock. Is that little clitty feeling neglected?” I groan as my fingers rub harshly against her clit, the movement making her cunt tighten even further around me. It doesn’t take long before I hear her little whimpers escalate and her hips jerk. Her soft, relaxed body is driving me insane and I start to loose my rhythm as she milks me.
“You getting close again, love? All drugged up, stuffed full, and about to cum again for me? There you go, you like that huh? I know you can’t answer me but your body tells me enough.” I rub her clit faster and shudder when I feel her orgasm hit her hard. Her pussy milks me hard and it pushes me over the edge.
I fuck her through both our orgasms and I collapse onto the bed next to her, taking care not to crush her underneath me. My heart is pounding as the pleasure ebbs out of my body, leaving me satiated and content. I pull her into my arms and press my lips to her temple, my eyes taking in her flushed face, closed eyes, and trembling body. My pretty girl is all tired out from tonight’s activities.
“You did so good, love. I’m so fucking good to you, aren’t I? I made sure you’d enjoy this, made sure you would cum over and over again. I treated you so well, I didn’t leave a single bruise on your soft skin. You should be so grateful, baby. I made sure to be gentle, to be so good to you. Made sure to buy you the good drugs so you wake up tomorrow nice and easy. You won’t remember any of this but it’s okay. I’ll remember and I’ll know that our first time together was perfect.”
I press my lips to her skin again and pull her tighter into my grasp, my own eyes closing as I drift off to sleep with her.
I wake up several hours later, her body still tucked into my own, her soft breaths tickling my skin. I take in the vision of her curled up in my bed and it almost makes me want to fuck her again. But I can’t, her drugs are going to wear off soon and I need to make sure she opens her eyes in her own room, dressed in her pajamas so she has no clue what happened.
I groan softly as I extricate myself from the bed, my body already missing hers. It’s easy enough to redress her in her pajamas and carry her into her room. I tuck her into bed and press a soft kiss to her forehead before heading out of her bedroom.
I’m too restless to go back to sleep so I throw on a pair of sweatpants and go to sit out in the living room, replaying the events of last night in my head. As time passes, there’s a sinking feeling of dread building in my stomach. What if the drugs didn’t work as expected and she wakes up remembering everything that happened? If that happens, everything falls apart. I’m wracking my brain to come up with a contingency plan and wanting to punch myself for not thinking this through earlier when I hear the door of her bedroom open.
My eyes immediately find hers and part of my relaxes when I see no anger, fear, or revulsion in her face. Just sleepiness and a look of contentment.
“Hey, how’d you sleep?” My voice sounds thick and croaky and I cough awkwardly to cover it up. She smiles at me and walks in my direction.
“Good, really good.”
She comes to the couch and settles next to me. Closer than normal. A lot closer, she’s basically pressed right up against me. I blink at her.
She smirks and her hand comes to rest against my chest. My bare chest. My breath stutters and I look at her with wide eyes. “What- what are you doing?”
She giggles, “What? You spend all night doing unspeakable things to me and now a little hand on your chest has you freaking out?”
My mind short-circuits as my stomach drops. “What?” My voice comes out in a croak and panic seizes my entire body.
I hear her laugh again but everything feels like a haze. I watch, frozen, as she tucks herself against me and leans into my chest.
I clear my throat and stutter a little when I speak again, “What- what do you think happened last night?”
She smiles at me. “You mean before or after you drugged me?”
Fuck, I’m screwed. I fucked up. It’s over. My heart is pounding as I struggle to process what’s happening. “What?” If I had higher brain capacity right now, I’d be desperately coming up with some excuse but nothing comes to mind. She laughs again and cups my cheek in one hand.
“Stop freaking out, you didn’t do anything that I didn’t already want,” her voice punches through the confusion in my head and I stare at her.
“What?” That seems to be my favorite word right now.
She pats my cheek. “Okay, fine, I’ll explain, I’m done messing with you. I’ve been into you since I moved in. And I know you’ve been into me too. It’s really hard to miss all the signs, you’re always doing little things for me, buying me the snacks I like, making excuses to spend weekends together, staring at me when you think I’m not paying attention.”
I blush a little at that, I guess I haven’t been subtle.
“I kept waiting for you to do something about it but you never did. So I ‘went on a date’ last week to try to provoke something out of you.” I blink dumbly at her air quotes.
“What? It wasn’t a real date?” There’s so much for my brain to work through right now and I can’t focus properly because she keeps stroking my chest.
She laughs and rolls her eyes good-naturedly, “No, it wasn’t a real date, I got dressed up and went to a friend’s place to stay over to make you jealous so you’d do something. And you did. Only I thought you’d ask me out finally, not concoct this insane plan of yours.”
I blink slowly at her, she continues, seeing that I’m incapable of stringing together coherent words right now.
“You left your laptop out last week and I saw the shipping confirmation of the drugs in your email. It wasn’t hard to put together what you intended to do. I didn’t think you had it in you,” she teased. I’m still dumbfounded.
“It wasn’t that hard to get to the packages before you when they came in,” she shrugs. “The roofie I swapped for a sugar pill but I kept the aphrodisiac intact because it sounded fun. And when you drugged me last night, I just pretended that the roofie worked. Honestly, it was so much harder than I thought it would be to stay still through everything but so fucking worth it.” She smiles at me before kissing my cheek.
My mind is racing as I put all the pieces together and all the panic and fear from earlier is replaced with awe. I let out a choked, incredulous laugh. “What the fuck? You’re fucking crazy,” my voice is reverential as I grab her and pull her onto my lap. My lips find hers and I feel her melt into the kiss, every single fiber of my being relaxing with her.
I pull away and look into her eyes, “I love you, you’re perfect.”
She smiles, “I love you too.” She winks at me, “I can match your freak.”
Note: Hi friends, I'm baaack! I'm so into the "crazy obsessed lover x willing recipient" dynamic so hope y'all enjoyed this one!
Ugh! I can't believe them! My friends and I all started a band, and it's been going good. Except for the rather significant detail that they kept skipping out on practice! I needed to figure out a way to get them all to show up to practice! Luckily, I had an idea.
First I headed to Josh's house, he's our electric guitarist. I knocked on his door but got no response, I rang the doorbell and heard him loudly call out that the door was open. Rolling my eyes I walked on in and headed for where I knew he'd be. Just as I suspected, he was on the couch playing a game.
I stood by him, placing my hands on my hips "Josh! You haven't been to practice!" I snapped at him.
"Oh um yea, sorry about that babe. Been a little busy" he responded, not even bothering to look in my direction. I gave a loud dramatic sigh "well you're going to start showing up for practice from now understood?"
"Yea, yea sure thing babe" he replied casually. I knew he was lying, but I came prepared with some incentive. I walked right up to him which caused him to try and look around me "hey you're in the way!"
I shrugged and got down on my knees, granting him the full view of the tv he needed to keep playing. I had my hair in a ponytail as I figured it might come to this. "Thanks babe" Josh said not realizing what was going on. I rolled my eyes, what an idiot. I swear if he wasn't so good on the guitar I'd kick him out of the band!
I reached into his baggy pants and pulled out his cock, stroking it in my hand to get it hard. "Hey what are you doing?" Josh asked, trying to focus on his game as I stroked him. "Oh shut up" I snapped before putting his cock in my mouth, getting the entire thing in me as Josh let out a loud groan.
"Fuck babe!" I could feel his cock growing to full length in my mouth. I started bobbing my head up and down, twirling my tongue around the length of his cock as he started groaning out in pleasure. "Shit, I didn't know you gave such good head babe" Josh commented. I'd be offended but in Josh's case, I didn't care.
I pulled out to suck on his balls before spitting on his cock and swallowing it once again. "Fuck that feels so good" Josh placed one hand on the back of my head as I started deepthroating him. I knew Josh well enough to bet he wouldn't last long.
Josh put the controller down and put both hands on the back of my head as he shoved my head down. Gagging me as he leaned forward and grunted as he started to shoot cum down my throat. I had to admit, he didn't taste too bad. I stayed put as he shot his load in me. Once he was done he pulled away and I got up, standing in front of him.
"You want more? Start coming to fucking practice. Understood!?"
He quickly nodded his head like and obedient little puppy "you know it babe! I'll be there first thing tomorrow morning! Promise."
I rolled my eyes, fucking finally. I walked out of Josh's house and made my way to Ethan's place. Ethan was our bass player. I knocked on Ethan's door and he opened up wearing a white tank top and some baggy basketball shorts. "Oh hey Jane" he sounded half asleep. Ugh, this is what I'm working with here?
"Hey, wanted to talk you about coming to practice" I said with a sweet smile. "Oh that" Ethan rolled his eyes. I could smack a bitch, but patience would suit me better right now.
Ethan walked inside and I followed along. "Come on Ethan, you need to show up to practice." I insisted. "I'm already a good bass player, what else you need? Not like I'll get any better at practice." Ethan was a really good bass player, he was also rather lazy.
"But we all need to be synch" I retorted. "So I need to show up just so you don't all mess up?" I sighed and looked around the kitchen. The place was as messy as ever.
"Ethan, when was the last time you got laid?" I asked getting straight to it.
"I don't know, I guess since that last time I hooked up with that drunk girl at the bar." Yea, that had been years ago now. I took a deep breath, building up my patience.
I spun to face Ethan a wide smile as I lifted up my skirt so he could see I wasn't wearing panties. "How about we make a deal Ethan. You come to practice, and you get laid. You don't come to practice, you have to wait around for the next girl who's drunk off her tits and desperate enough to fuck you."
Ethan looked me up and down, a glimmer in his eyes. "Harsh Jane... But I mean... You being serious right now?" I walked up to Ethan and placed my hand on his crotch. "You get one freebie" I smirked, I had him hook line and sinker, I knew it.
"Fine then, I want that freebie right now. Bend over on the counter" Ethan said, likely thinking he was calling me out on my bluff. But no, I was fully prepared to make this shit work. "Like this?" I asked as I bend over the counter, my tits against the fake granite, my ass facing him.
"Fuck, you really are serious huh..." Ethan pulled up my skirt and groped my ass with one hand as he got his cock out with the other. "I have to admit, I've wanted to fuck you since the day we met" he said. Yea, that was exactly what spurred this idea.
I was taking a shower the other day and thought how obvious each of my band mates had made it that they wanted to sleep with me. I figured if I gave them that option I could get them to do whatever I wanted. Namely, go to freaking practice!
Ethan pushed his cock into, his hands on my waist as he grunted. "Fuck your body feels as good as it looks." I had to admit, that made me blush a little. Can't blame a girl for enjoying a compliment after all.
Without another second to waste, Ethan started thrusting into me. His long cock reaching in deep. Ethan went slowly, likely wanting to savoir the moment, though his thrusts were heavy. Causing me to bounce in place.
"So... Fuck.... I... I can do this... Mmmm.... More often..." Ethan struggled to speak as he fucked me with such glee. "Yes Ethan, you go to get to fuck me once per practice you attend." I finished for him. The poor guy really hadn't been laid in so long, he was struggling trying not to burst with every thrust.
Which might be a good thing, I'd need some practice before I had him genuinely railing me like a mad dog with that long cock of his. I didn't want to turn into a mess every time he fucked me.
Ethan leaned down, putting his head by mine so he was completely mounting me. Damn, I forget how tall he is sometimes. Then he started going a little faster, panting by my ear as his cock made itself at home in my pussy.
I let out a soft moan which seemed to push him to the brink. He gave one final thrust and started pumping his cum into me. "Fuck Jane!" He grunted loudly.
"Feels good huh" I smiled as Ethan nodded. "So, can I expect you at the next practice?" I asked, Ethan was still in me. His cock throbbing, and pulsing against my walls. Honestly if Ethan just had more stamina he'd be a beast.
"I'll be there, promise" Ethan finally got up and pulled out of me. I stood back up, straightening out my skirt. "Good boy" I smiled at him. "See you at practice" I gave him a wink and spun around to head on out.
Already, just had Brad left. He was our drummer. I went over to his place and knocked on the door. "Oh hey beautiful" Brad said as he opened the door. He was shirtless at the moment, just wearing some comfy pants. Brad was a heavy guy, with a round belly and thick arms that were great for drumming. Honestly he was pretty cute, easily my favorite out of my 3 band mates.
"Hey Brad, was hoping I could get you to come to practice. I've got Ethan and Josh on board already. Brad motioned for me to follow him into his house as he led me to his room. "Sorry beautiful but I tend to get pretty busy. Been panting the walls here recently."
Yea Brad tended to get unfocused and distracted by random tasks. He was a great drummer, but routine just wasn't in his typical vocabulary.
"I think practice is more important" I quickly pointed out. Brad and I sat down on his bed as he sighed. "I know it's important to you. I just... I like being in the band, but going to practice so regularly is such a hassle."
"What if we made it more enjoyable?" I asked him. He turned to face me as I moved further onto his bed. "I thought offering a sort of... Reward might make things easier for you." Brad raised his eyebrow as I continued. "You go to practice, and afterwards... You can have me. Once per practice."
Brad stood up and scratched his chin. I lifted my skirt and could see him visibly getting hard. "Well fuck me" he mouthed. "Oh I intend to, to seal the deal, and after every practice" I smiled with absolute confidence.
"Fine, it's a deal" Brad smiled back as he started taking off his pants. I sat up as he stripped down. His long heavy cock hanging low. Shit, I hadn't realized Brad was that big! His cock was thick and meaty, and it wasn't even fully erect yet! I bit my lips, well I already made the deal. Besides it was the best way to get him to attend practice.
Brad climbed onto the bed and climbed over me, resting his cock on my body first. Fuck it was heavy...
"You ready beautiful?" He asked as he gently caressed my cheek. "Fuck me" I replied back with a grin. "Oh I intend to" Brad chuckled.
He pushed his cock into me, causing me legs to spread out wide as I rolled my head back and let out a loud moan. Fuck! He was stretching me out, his cocks pushing against my walls!
"Such a lovely voice, no wonder your the singer" Brad chuckled as he laid down. His body resting over mine as he fully enveloped me. Suddenly and without warning he started thrusting hard, like a piledriver gone crazy.
I started screaming, my hands clawing at the sheets as he fucked me. His body on mine keeping me completely pinned as my legs kicked out while he ravaged me. "Fuck, the small ones are always the best" Brad groaned as the bed started creaking.
I rolled my head back and screamed, my eyes rolling back as Brad used me. His heavy cock forcing it's way through me. Fuck Brad was fucking me like this might be his last time having sex! Was he like this all the time?
Brad wrapped his arms around my body, bending me inwards slightly as my nails began to claw at his back and shoulders. "Fuck yes, that's it. Keep struggling" he grunted as he went even harder, the bed now screaming underneath us. The headboard crashing against the wall.
I moaned and screamed, my body shaking as my eyes rolled over. I couldn't hold out this time. I started to orgasm under Brad. "Fuck, fuck, fuck your going to make me..." Brad grunted as he felt my body quivering against him.
He pushed in one last time and groaned out as he started to flood me with his cum. He had more cum than either Ethan or Josh! My legs were trembling as he pumped his seed into me. "This was your best idea yet" Brad chuckled as he kissed my cheek. I just moaned out in response.
Fuck! Good thing I went to Brad last! No way this would've worked as well if I had gone to him first. Brad stayed in me a while longer, making sure he finished draining his balls into me before pulled out and getting up. "I'm going to take a shower now. Feel free to let yourself out if you need to go anywhere else. I'll see you tomorrow at practice."
Brad headed for the shower as I laid there, panting and out of breath. Fuck, that was so good.
I stayed there for a couple more minutes before finally sitting up and recomposing myself. I made a mental note to always end up with Brad last and headed out. I got home and finished out my day same old same old.
The next day I went to where we had practice scheduled, and to my own joy and excitement, I found that everyone was already there ready to go. "Let's make some music" I smiled from ear to ear as I got setup.
Finally! We can start getting serious!
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ship: father charlie x fem!nun!reader
warnings: nsfw 🔞 (oral sex/f. receiving; overstimulation; coercion/dub-con?; sacrilege, heavy religious imagery)
word count: 3.6k
a/n: So, Father Charlie is out here losing all his morals and sanity on Grotesquerie and my mind couldn't help but match it, so what's a better idea other than channeling all the religious trauma/journey into a spicy one-shot? i for one feel like it's a mini-therapy, but enough rambling, enjoy 😩🫶🏾 i'm in love with a holy man, mother 😔…. second part: 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 and final part: 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
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Father Charlie Mayhew was a sick man.
Not in the manner of flesh, but of spirit. He could feel the sickness festering in the quiet corners of his heart, a sinful yearning that had taken root there, twisting itself around his thoughts like creeping ivy.
It was a sickness that, he believed, made him a grotesque parody of the holy man he was meant to be. For how could he call himself righteous, devoted, when every whisper of prayer felt stained by the way his eyes followed you, Sister ____?
You were a vision of purity, an embodiment of the kind of gentle devotion that Father Charlie envied and craved all at once.
He watched you from a distance, always careful not to draw your gaze, afraid of what you might see if you looked too deeply. How dutiful you were, sweeping the church aisle with a focus that made him forget the dust and see only the graceful motion of your hands.
The sun, filtered through stained glass, seemed to seek you out, casting colors on your habit as if to mark you as someone far beyond his grasp, almost holy in your mundane tasks.
It was in the mornings, when he heard the soft chime of your laughter in the courtyard as you fed the pigeons, that he felt the deepest sting of his wretchedness.
The world seemed simpler in those moments, your laughter echoing off the stone walls, the warmth of early sun painting the sky in soft pinks and oranges. He wondered if you knew how your kindness drew even the animals to you, their heads dipping into your palms as if receiving communion.
There was a stillness to you, a gentleness in every gesture.
The worst of it was during your services. Father Charlie had seen you on your knees before, hands folded in earnest prayer, your lips moving softly as you whispered your devotion to God.
He would stand at the back of the chapel, watching with a mixture of awe and something far darker. He told himself it was admiration, but the truth festered beneath that facade.
It was longing, a hunger that ached at the edges of his soul.
A storm raged outside the convent one evening, winds battering the church walls with a fury that mirrored the tempest building in his chest. The clouds were bloated, dark as his thoughts, and thunder rolled across the sky with a violence that shook even the faith he held so dear.
You had come to his chambers in the dead of night, your knock barely audible over the howling wind. He had been preparing for bed, freshly out of the shower, wearing only his boxers when he heard you at the door.
The creak of the old wood seemed to echo forever as he opened it, and there you stood, eyes wide, looking so impossibly fragile in the dim candlelight of the corridor. Your modest night slip clung to your form, the thin fabric shifting in the draft that sneaked in from the hallway.
Charlie's breath had caught in his throat at the sight of you, innocence incarnate, seeking refuge with him.
He hesitated for only a moment before allowing you in, quickly wrapping himself in a silk robe that hung loosely on his shoulders, barely tied. He knew he should not let you enter, but there was something in the way you looked at him—so trusting, so devoted—that made him abandon every rational thought.
You had come asking to pray with him, your soft voice trembling as you spoke. The storm outside seemed like a reflection of the turmoil within him as he let you step past the threshold, closing the door behind you.
Now, you were here, kneeling before him, your eyes upturned and wide, waiting for his command, for his instruction like the obedient servant of God that you were.
Your soft voice brought him out of his thoughts, a gentle, "Father...?"
Charlie could only lament to himself how sinfully pure you looked. He hummed softly, his eyes dark as they trailed over you, lingering on the curve of your shoulders, the delicate line of your neck.
The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across your skin, highlighting the innocence that made his hunger all the more unbearable.
"Yes, forgive me, Sister. Let us now pray," he finally said, his voice low and rough, the words nearly swallowed by the sound of the wind outside. He reached out, his fingers brushing against your forehead, and you leaned into the touch without hesitation, your eyes closing as if his hand was a blessing.
He swallowed hard, his thoughts spiraling deeper into the forbidden desires he had tried so desperately to keep buried.
He began to pray, his voice low, raspy, each word a struggle against the chaos inside him. "Heavenly Father, we come before you tonight..." But the words felt hollow, their meaning slipping away as he watched you, kneeling so obediently at his feet.
His eyes darkened, wandering further down, tracing the lines of your form. The way your lashes fluttered against your cheeks, the soft rise and fall of your chest with each breath—it all seemed to pull him further from the sanctity of the moment.
He should have been thinking of God, of salvation, of the purity of the prayer—but instead, he was thinking of you, of the way the thin fabric clung to your skin, the soft curve of your breasts visible through the modest slip.
He licked his lips, his gaze fixed on the delicate line of your collarbone, the way it rose and fell with each breath you took.
The more he spoke, the less the words mattered. He could feel the heat rising in his chest, spreading through his body, his thoughts growing more erratic, each word of the prayer slipping further from its sacred meaning, twisting into something profane, something filthy. "Protect us from all evil..." he whispered as he traced the line of your jaw with his thumb, the words a bitter irony as he felt himself drawn further into the darkness of his desires.
His hand moved lower, fingers trailing down your neck, lingering at the hollow of your throat. His touch was gentle, but there was a weight behind it, a hunger that he could no longer deny.
He could almost see the curve of your bare skin beneath the thin fabric, the outline of your body that he should not be imagining. He tried to focus on the prayer, but every word felt like a lie. He let out a shaky breath, the prayer faltering on his lips. "Guide us... guide us in your light," he managed, his voice thick with the weight of his longing.
The storm outside raged on, the wind howling as if to warn him, but Father Charlie could no longer hear it. All he could hear was the pounding of his own heart, the rush of blood in his ears as he looked down at you, so trusting, so willing.
As the final words of the prayer fell from his lips—"Amen"—you echoed him, your voice soft and unwavering. You blinked open your eyes, looking up at him with such innocence and Charlie felt himself slip past the point of no return.
He knew that no amount of prayer could ever cleanse him of what he wanted, that he could no longer pretend, no longer fight against the pull that drew him to you—the sweet, precious nun who had unknowingly captured his very soul.
Father Charlie stood, his robe slipping slightly from his shoulders, exposing the toned muscle beneath. The wind howled outside, and thunder bellowed again, followed by a flash of lightning that lit the room in a brief, startling blaze of white.
You were still kneeling before him, your wide eyes following his every movement, the flickering light casting you in both shadow and radiance.
Charlie bent at the waist, his fingers reaching out to cup your jaw, thumb caressing your bottom lip as his half-lidded eyes trailed over your face. "Sister ____," he murmured, his voice dripping with a twisted kind of affection, his name for you almost reverent, as though you were something sacred, something he could worship in his own unholy way.
You blinked, shifting slightly beneath his touch, a soft stutter escaping your lips. "F-Father...?"
He grasped one of your hands, his fingers wrapping around yours, and as he stood, he gently urged you to rise with him. His gaze never left your face, his eyes dark and full of something raw. He began to speak, his voice barely more than a murmur, the words heavy with confession. "As a man of God, there are expectations placed upon me," he started, his tone wavering between remorse and something darker, something that made his grip on your hand tighten. "I am meant to guide, to protect, to remain steadfast in my faith."
His other hand moved, slowly pulling your trembling hand against his bare stomach, pressing your palm against the hard planes of his abdomen.
You gasped, your eyes wide as you looked up at him, your hand trembling beneath his. The heat of his skin burned into your palm, the muscles flexing beneath your touch.
Charlie continued, his voice lowering, growing more intense as he spoke. "But these days... these days, Sister, I find myself at war. At war with desires that threaten to consume me..." His words trailed off, and he let out a low hum as he rubbed your hand across his stomach, the movement slow, deliberate.
Your hand hesitated for a moment, the warmth of his skin making you tremble as you instinctively pulled back. But his grip was firm, guiding you back, and slowly, tentatively, your fingers splayed across his stomach, your touch feather-light.
You swallowed hard, your eyes flickering down before you took a timid step closer, as if drawn by some invisible force. Your gaze shifted to the side, your cheeks warming with embarrassment at the proximity, at the way you could feel his heart beating beneath your palm.
Father Charlie's eyes never left you, and he could see every ounce of hesitation, every flicker of uncertainty that danced across your face. He leaned in slightly, his breath brushing against your forehead as he spoke, his voice a low murmur, "There's no need to be afraid, Sister. You are safe here... with me."
You blinked, your lashes fluttering as you dared to look up at him, your eyes meeting his through the veil of uncertainty.
There was something in his gaze, something dark and magnetic that pulled at you, made your pulse race. His thumb brushed the edge of your jaw; the touch almost comforting, but there was an intensity behind it that made you shiver.
"Do you trust me?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes searching yours.
You nodded slowly, not trusting your voice to speak, your fingers trembling slightly against his skin. He smiled, a slow, almost predatory curve of his lips, and he hummed again, satisfied with your silent answer.
His other hand moved to rest against the small of your back, pulling you just a little bit closer, his robe parting further, exposing more of his chest.
Your breath hitched as you felt the distance between you closing, the way his body seemed to envelop yours. You could barely think, your mind clouded with the storm of emotions and the strange, electric pull you felt toward him.
His thumb traced along your bottom lip, his eyes darkening as he watched you. You felt your pulse quicken, your knees weakening under the intensity of his gaze.
"Good girl," he murmured, his voice a mix of praise and something darker, something that made your heart pound even harder. His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt your body react, leaning in just slightly, as if craving more of his warmth, his touch.
His fingers trailed lower, coaxing your hand along his body, and you felt the tension, the desire in every muscle. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice a husky whisper, "Let me show you, Sister ____... let me show you what devotion truly means."
He kissed you then, his lips crashing against yours like a man starved. His mouth moved hungrily, tasting, devouring, and you felt his tongue lick into your mouth, coaxing a soft, surprised whimper from your throat. His groan vibrated against your lips, the sound raw and desperate.
Your head spun, your senses overwhelmed by the taste of him, the sheer need in his kiss.
You pulled back, gasping for air, your lips tingling from the force of his kiss. He didn't give you a moment to recover; his lips moved to your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin.
He nipped at your neck, his teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp, to make your knees weaken beneath you. The heat of his mouth trailed down, his tongue flicking out to soothe each small bite, and you felt your body trembling, a warmth pooling low in your belly.
Charlie's hands were relentless, holding you steady as your body threatened to give out, your knees buckling as his mouth worked against your skin. He pulled back only long enough to whisper your name, his voice thick with something between reverence and hunger.
Before you knew it, he had scooped you up, his arms strong and sure as he carried you towards his bed. Your breath hitched, your fingers clinging to his robe as he moved, each step filled with purpose.
He set you down on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping beneath your weight. His eyes roamed over you, dark and filled with desire, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.
Father Charlie moved quickly, his hands deft as he pushed your slip off your shoulders, the fabric sliding down your skin and pooling around your waist. His lips followed the path of the falling slip, pressing soft, lingering kisses along your shoulders, his warm breath fanning across your skin.
You shivered beneath his touch, the cool air of the room prickling at your exposed skin, your nipples pebbling in response.
His eyes darkened at the sight of you, and he let out a low groan, his hands running along your bare arms, feeling the way you trembled beneath him. "You're like a goddess," he murmured, his voice thick with reverence and lust. "Perfect. Untouched. A temptation I can't resist." His lips found your collarbone, kissing, nipping, his words vibrating against your skin.
You felt heat rise in your cheeks, your heart pounding as his lips moved lower, trailing down the center of your chest, his hands spreading across your back, urging you to arch into him. His kisses were relentless, each one making your breath catch, making your body react in ways that felt both unfamiliar and thrilling.
You couldn't stop the soft whimper that escaped your lips, your hands clutching at the sheets beneath you, unsure of what to do, where to touch.
Charlie pulled back for a moment, his eyes locking onto yours, his gaze filled with hunger. He pushed you back against the bed, guiding you to lie down, his hands never leaving your body, his touch possessive, as if he couldn't bear to be without contact. He looked down at you, splayed out before him, your slip barely covering you, and he licked his lips, his eyes raking over every inch of your exposed skin.
"Look at you," he whispered, his voice dripping with a mix of adoration and hunger. "So innocent, so pure... and all mine." He leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a heated kiss, his hands working the slip further down your body, baring you completely to him.
The cool air made you shiver, your body exposed, vulnerable, and you couldn't help the way your legs shifted, instinctively trying to close.
Charlie's hands moved to your knees, gently but firmly pushing them apart, his eyes never leaving your face as he watched your reaction. His lips moved from your mouth, trailing down your jaw to your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin as he groaned against you.
He pulled the slip away entirely, tossing it aside, his hands roaming over your bare skin, mapping every inch as though he were committing you to memory. "You are... perfection," he muttered, his voice strained, filled with a hunger that made your breath hitch.
His lips moved lower, trailing down your body, leaving a heated path across your chest, your stomach, and further down. His hands were strong, keeping your legs pinned open to the bed, his fingers pressing into your thighs with a possessive hold. He kissed along your inner thighs, his warm breath fanning over your skin, making you shiver, anticipation coiling in your belly.
You instinctively tried to scoot back, to move away as you felt his breath getting closer to your core, but Charlie's grip tightened, his hands holding you firmly in place. He looked up at you, his eyes dark, almost predatory, as he whispered, "Stay still, Sister... let me worship you."
He breathed you in, a deep, satisfied groan rumbling from his chest. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, as if savoring the scent of you, and then he leaned in, his tongue licking a slow, deliberate stripe from your entrance to your clit.
A squeal, half surprise and half pleasure, escaped your lips, your back arching slightly off the bed.
Father Charlie's tongue moved with a purpose, his lips wrapping around your clit, sucking gently before flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. His hands kept your legs spread, his grip firm and unyielding as he worked his mouth against you, his groans vibrating against your core.
He was relentless, his mouth moving with a hunger that made your head spin, your fingers gripping the sheets beneath you, trying to ground yourself as waves of pleasure washed over you.
You could feel his smooth skin against your inner thighs, the sensation only adding to the overwhelming pleasure that built inside you. His tongue moved in slow, teasing circles, his lips pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against you, his eyes flicking up to watch your every reaction.
The sight of you—your flushed cheeks, your parted lips, the way your chest heaved with every ragged breath—only seemed to spur him on, his groans growing louder as he tasted you.
Your body reacted before your mind could catch up, your hips bucking against his mouth, a whimper slipping from your lips. Charlie's hands moved to hold your hips down, pinning you to the bed as he continued, his tongue delving into you, his nose brushing against your clit as he worked, utterly consumed by the taste of you.
He was lost in it, in you, his tongue moving faster, his mouth desperate as he devoured you.
You gasped, your fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer, your body trembling beneath him. The heat built inside you, coiling tighter and tighter, until you felt like you might break apart. His name fell from your lips, a breathless plea, and he groaned in response, the vibrations sending a shockwave of pleasure through you.
Your back arched off the bed, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps as you felt yourself teetering on the edge, your body ready to fall apart under his touch.
Your first orgasm washed over you without warning, a blinding wave of pleasure that left you feeling weightless, your entire body trembling as you came undone beneath him. You melted into the bed like butter, your limbs going limp as the intensity of it left you breathless.
Charlie's mouth moved against you with a fervent hunger, drinking in every bit of your release as if it were the most sacred offering.
A small whimper escaped your lips as the sensation grew overwhelming, your body growing sensitive to his touch. He didn't stop, his tongue moving lazily, drawing out every last bit of pleasure from you, his mouth still savoring you.
Your grip on his head shifted, your fingers now pushing at him, trying to get him to stop, but his hands only gripped your thighs tighter, keeping you in place. "W-Wait..." The heat in your stomach was already starting to build again, the slow, deliberate movements of his tongue igniting another fire deep within you.
Charlie groaned against you, the sound vibrating through your core, his face buried even further between your legs, his tongue relentless.
Your breath came in quick, shallow gasps, your body trembling once more as the pleasure built. You could feel another orgasm approaching, your mind spinning as you tried to form words, but all that left your throat were broken, incoherent sounds—static that filled the room as you babbled.
You tried to scoot back, to move away from the overwhelming sensation, but Charlie's strong arms wrapped around your hips, yanking you back down, his grip unyielding. His own hips pressed into the bedding below, his desperation evident as he devoured you.
You teetered on the edge once more, the pleasure too much, too intense, until it finally broke over you again, your body arching, your mind going completely blank as you came undone a second time.
The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the sensation of his mouth on you, the heat, the pressure, the overwhelming ecstasy that left you gasping for air.
As you came down from your high, your body trembling, Father Charlie finally pulled back, his lips and chin glistening. He stared up at you with dark, lidded eyes, his expression filled with hunger, with desire that seemed insatiable.
There was no hesitation, no regret—only a raw need that made it clear he no longer cared about going against his vows, no longer cared about the priesthood or what was right.
All that mattered to him was you.
A/N: i'm sorry, i just watched Grotesquerie last night and i've become obssessed.... ugh, the tension between father charlie and sister megan is just *chefs kiss* it's clear that megan is obviously meant to be y/n and the screenplay was written in the intent of it being catered to the female gaze because wheeeeww 😩...
I wanted him since day one. Ever since the first day of class and he walked up to the board and presented himself as our new science teacher I knew I would fail the class.
How could I possibly focus in class with him up there? He was slim, but muscular, and each time he turned around to write on the board all I could do was stare at his well-toned ass. A proper shirt and well pressed pants, with that huge bulge in his crotch, just further increased the strength of his aura of authority.
More than once my thoughts had just wondered away, and I hadn’t even noticed him until he stood bent over towards me, his strong musky smell filling my nostrils, and scolding me for not paying attention. And each time, without fail, it made me flustered and wet enough that it felt like it would soak through my panties.
One day, during class, I couldn’t help but stare at the huge bulge between his legs. Though this time there was no doubt about it: he had a massive boner. The outline of his cock reached up high and I was surprised the tip didn’t peek out above the waist band of his pants.
I was instantly wet, though for some stupid reason, maybe the awkwardness of the situation or maybe the thought of it peeking out, I just couldn’t help myself. I laughed out, loudly, out to the entire classroom.
“Is something wrong?” He asked in a stern voice, walking up towards me. For some reason, it just made me laugh even more.
“That’s it.” He said, slamming his hand on my desk. “I’ll see you after school in detention.”
I didn’t really know if I was to be mad that I’d miss my training, or happy that I’d get to look at him some more.
Class ended, with him reminding me to return for detention after my final class, and I went on for the day. The image of his boner through his tight pants was burned in my mind and I had to constantly run to the bathroom to make sure I hadn’t soaked all the way through my skirt.
I returned for detention, took my seat as he handed me a pile of paper to work on while he walked over to his desk and started grading the tests we did last week. I was the only student in there, and it just furthered the shame of getting put here for my first time ever.
“Is that gum you’re chewing?” He rose up and started walking toward me again. I had actually forgotten that I had one, even more that he really seemed to hate it when someone in his class were doing it.
“No.” I said, unsure why I even lied. My gaze shifted by instinct and stuck itself to his groin again. There, again, the clear silhouette of his erect cock was visible through his pants.
He looked at me, skeptical at my denial, and his stare really burned into my eyes, making my heart beat fast and my body fill with lust.
“Open your mouth.”
“What?”
“I said, open your mouth.” As ordered, my jaw opened wide, gum hidden under my tongue. He reached out his hand, took a firm grip of my jaw and held it in place.
My face went completely red and I just froze in place.
“Spit it out.” His grip was firm, but I shook my head denyingly.
“Make me.”
What the hell was I saying?!
With his grip still firm, he moved his thumb and put it right on my tongue. With slow but determined strokes he moved it up and down my tongue, as if he was inspected every inch of it.
I was going fucking crazy! My breath heavy, my pussy wet enough that I could feel it against the chair, and his sadistic smile revealed that he knew all too well how it affected me. I had become his plaything.
With his other hand he started unzipping his pants, still rubbing the inside of my mouth with his finger. He pulled it out, the thick and veiny cock of his, and held it right in front of my face as he stood before me.
I felt the smooth tip against my lips, the sweet taste of his pre-cum making me long for more. With heavy breath I felt the lovely, musky smell of his dick as he pushed it inside my mouth.
I moaned as he grabbed hold of my head and started pushing it back and forth as my mouth surrounded his shaft. Deeper and deeper with each push, I soon felt his balls bounce against my lower lips each time he reached all the way inside.
After going for quite a while, he moaned, softly, and it felt like his cock grew even bigger in my mouth. Hard, repeated throbs twitched through the entire shaft as I felt the lush and salty cum pour right into my mouth.
My head was held firmly in place as he made sure I swallowed each and every drop of it before pulling his cock out again.
“Have you learned your lesson?”
I looked deep into his eyes. I was far from done.
“No.” I said, defiantly. In an instant reaction he pulled me up on my feet, only to push me down over the desk. He lifted my skirt and pulled my soaked panties to the side.
His finger penetrated me with ease, and I felt him move it further inside, pressed again the front of my pussy, right against my g-spot. Another finger rubbed against my clitoris, and I had to fight to not scream out in pleasure.
As if that wasn’t enough, I felt his thumb rubbing against my slit, soaking in my juices before moving up against my ass. He pushed it inside, fucking both of my holes with his fingers and pushing them together as if he tried to pinch them.
His cock rubbed against my thighs, the remains of cum still on it rubbing on to me, and his fingers moved faster and faster inside of me. A moan of ecstasy left my mouth as my orgasm spread throughout my entire body, leaving me shivering from pleasure.
He was not done yet. With a tug he pulled my panties off completely. I had barely recovered from my orgasm as I felt him push hard against me and his thick, rock hard cock pushed deep inside of my pussy.
All the way in, his balls smacking against my pussy, he fucked me hard and raw with no mercy for me. As I started to moan, he put his hand over my mouth, letting me taste the juices of my own lust, to keep me from alerting anyone.
Just as I felt close to cumming again he suddenly pulled out. It took me a few seconds to recover enough to look back at him, but just as I did, I saw the condom he had put on just as he went inside of me again.
Harder, and harder he pushed, and I felt him smack against my ass and his balls against my folds as his fingers played around inside my mouth.
I came again, feeling the muscles in my pussy tense around his cock which, with pulsating trembles, shot out his seed as he came right after me. He only rested for a short moment before I felt him grab his dick and in a way such that the cum-filled condom stayed inside of me he pulled himself out of me.
I lied there, pantyless, on my desk, condom filled with his jizz in my pussy, and with a heavy slap on my ass he left me there and went back to his own desk.
“20 minutes left.” He said with a stern voice. “And return tomorrow. You’ll have to stay once more for talking back against me.
I couldn’t wait for tomorrow.
Mom and dad left me and my sister home alone, we had been fucking on and off for years, but 2 weeks home alone, there wasn’t a day I wasn’t filling her up with my cock and cum
The hottest day of the year when there's a blackout and my roommate and I are stuck with no ac. We're both stripped down to our underwear and through the haze of heat and sweat and booze from drinking every last cold beer in the fridge, I can't stop staring at his bulge. The way it strains against his tight boxers, twitching every so often as we talk about nothing. There's a lull in conversation and then he asks:
"You wanna see it?"
I'm not sure what he's talking about for a moment but then he reaches down and palms his cock. The look on my face must have given me away and he doesn't even wait for a reply before pulling off his boxers. His balls look full to bursting and his cock is thick and quickly getting harder as I feel something other than sweat start to drip down my legs.
"It's so thick..." I murmur.
"I haven't had time to jerk off lately," he tells me.
"Maybe you could show me how you do it?" I offer. He traces a finger down his length before grasping it and slowly beginning to stroke. I prop myself up on my elbows and inch closer to him from the spot where I'm laying on the floor. He stifles a deep groan as he squeezes the head, and then stops his movements.
"Sorry, it's more embarrassing than I thought," he tells me.
"...what if I show you how I do it too?" I suggest. I pull myself off the floor and slide off my underwear. The insides of my legs are already soaked with slick and I watch as his dick twitches particularly hard in his hand. I straddle his thighs and start to rub at my t dick. He starts his slow motions again and for a while we both watch each other, rubbing and stroking and panting like dogs. I steady myself with one hand on his shoulder and he leans into my touch. The head of his cock is dripping right under me and I just want to rub it across my pussy lips. Subconsciously my hips are lowering, and I don't even notice until I feel the heat of his cock right at my hole. I stop myself and look at him.
"It would be okay if you just rub the tip against my pussy, right? No penetration." I reason.
"Yeah... yeah that would be good," he agrees.
He slides his tip through my wetness and pushes it against my t cock, making me let out the first full real moan between the two of us. He repeats the motion and groans as I start sliding my hips into it. We rut against each other until a particularly hard roll of my hips catches his cock head at just the right angle, and it slides inside me. We both moan and pause our movements to look into each other's eyes.
"It's okay if it's just the tip right?" He asks.
"Yeah, we can always just pull it back out," I reassure him.
But we both know it feels too good. He strokes his shaft and I can feel his precum pouring into me. Every little shift has me rubbing my dick harder and faster. I'm getting close when he runs his free hand into my hair and pulls me in for a kiss. My knees give out. I moan into his mouth as his cock fills me completely, pressing right against my cervix.
"I can-- AH-- I can still pull out..." he whimpers again my lips.
"Y-- yeah..." I agree, but I'm already grinding my hips into his.
"I'll just... pull it out right now," he says, gripping my thighs and pulling me up off his cock. We make it all the way to the tip again, but he can't stop himself from rolling his hips and slamming it back into me from below. His arms wrap around me and we both moan and whine and growl into another sloppy kiss as our hips thrust against each other mindlessly. I pull away from him as I feel my climax coming on.
"Fuck... I'm gonna cum!" I moan.
"Me too... fuck, you're so tight!" He moans back.
I scream as he thrusts even harder and I squirt and cum all over his cock as it twitches and fills me with his hot seed. After we come down from our drunken, cum-brained high, we come to our senses enough to decide we need a shower. Luckily our water is still on even though the power is out.
"Hey... it's kind of dark in the bathroom. We should probably shower together just to be safe," I suggest, "and maybe you can show me how you jerk off in the shower."
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If you rubbed a dildo very well, and a genie came out and offered you three kinky wishes, what would you wish for?
Firstly, thank you for my first ask <3
Secondly, three kinky wishes are not nearly enough but I think I got three wishes that work with the concept.
Finally, I hope you enjoy this little story as a response of what they would be:
I had just gotten out of the shower, wrapped in just a towel when I remembered I didn't have my clothes. It had practically called out to me when I found it among my belongings as I searched through my boxes for something to wear. The dildo was thick, long and had little ridges that when rubbed over by my fingers made me needy to feel them inside me.
But it wasn't mine. I didn't recall purchasing it. Yet the longer I held it the more tempted I was to use it. Turning it over I tilted my head when I caught sight of the engraving along the base.
A dildo to make your wishes come true. Rub and find out.
Curious, I began to rub the cock, from the base where I twisted my hand to the tip where I rubbed my thumb over the slit. Once I started it was as though I couldn't stop. I jerked the cock desperately, a depraved part of me needing my wishes to come true. My own juices dripped down my thigh at the feel of the cock in my hand.
It was as though the more I rubbed the cock, the closer I felt the urge to cum, until my thighs shook and I fell to the floor at the intensity of the orgasm. The towel wrapped around me fell open, my body twitching from the aftershocks.
Panting, with eyes closed, I didn't notice the genie emerge from the head of the cock that still sat in my hand.
"And here I thought no one would do it," I heard the amused voice sound above me.
With a gasp my eyes flew open as I push myself up into a kneeling position, ignoring the way my vision blurred and my cum trailed down my thighs. I looked up at the tall figure, only to gawk when I noticed he was a genie. The typical tapered smokey tail instead of legs and bare chest were shockingly paired with the atypical cock that started back at me.
I couldn't help but stare, realizing that the cock looked identical to the dildo in my hand. My eyes flickered between the two as though trying to find a difference. As though catching on to my realization, he smirked, "Yes, it's a replica darling, I should thank you for the pleasure. You see genies aren't what your kind depict us as. No, we don't just grant any wishes, we only grant kinky, sexual wishes."
At my shocked expression he continues, "We're sexual beings pet, that get off on the pleasure of others. Take for example our vessels," he points to the dildo still in my hand, "I felt your depraved lust, and overwhelming pleasure. If I didn't I wouldn't have cum out."
He walks closer, cock swinging with each step, my eyes following the movement that occured just at eye level. "You won't be able to let go of the dildo until your pussy stops pulsing and you're not feeling needy anymore, but given how tasty the essence of your pleasure was," he bends at the waist to whisper in my ear, "I'm tempted to make you hold it forever."
I can't help the shudder at this words, breath leaving in pants and thighs squeezing in desire, eyes flickering to the cock that dangled right before me.
He hums in appreciation, no doubt feeling my reaction to his words. "Never tasted anything so sweet. Never met anyone as sensitive and desperate as you. Makes me want to ignore my role as genie and grant my own wishes." I almost beg him to do just that, but settle for a pitiful whimper when he moves away.
"Shh little pet, we still have a game to play," He mockingly coos. "Now why don't you be a good doll and tell me your three kinky wishes."
My mind races as I try and figure out what I could wish for, only wanting him to come back, to make me feel so deliciously owned when his heady presence consumed me.
The wishes I want hit me with sudden realization and I can't help but state them eagerly.
"For my first wish I want to be the perfect doll, constantly horny and desperate but never tired so I can fulfill my role."
He smirks, eyes roaming my flushed skin and nodding in subtle approval before he snaps his fingers, granting my wish. His smirk only widens at the instantaneous result, eyes darkening at the lust radiating off of me: my nipples bead, my pussy begins to drip and I'm a panting mess, whimpering and moaning in need.
"You didn't think this through did you. Such a stupid little doll. How are you going to make your second wish if you can barely think beyond your need?" He mocks, the words only sending me spiraling further into my haze.
I try and open my mouth but my words morph into a moan, yet I keep trying, desperately needing to make the rest of my wishes.
Finally I'm able to stutter out, "For my second wish, if you want, I want you to take me with you and keep me as your personal doll to use and reap pleasure from forever."
I don't feel the shift, only hear the snap and register the soft plushness of a bed under me, and his warm body hovering over mine, thighs on either side of my legs.
"I accept," he whispers against my lips. "Such a good wish, and so good to ask for consent darling. Now how could I not accept it? But before I can fulfill it you have to make your final wish." His fingers reach down and glide over my slick folds as he continues, "If you want to cum little pet, you have to make your final wish."
I'm still writhing, body heated with need and wanting nothing more than for him to give me relief. This time speaking is harder, the haze of desire brought on by his fingers clouds my mind.
But my last wish is clear and I smile as I make it, knowing it'll complete what I desire. My words are breathy and punctuated by moans, "For my last wish I want you to hide the dildo where no one will find it so we'll never be interrupted, so that I can be your free use doll forever."
I knew if I didn't make this wish the dildo would disappear, waiting for the next person to find, and he smiles at my wish, knowing I caught on to that potential.
"Such a smart doll aren't you, making sure you're only mind to use? I think you deserve a reward." His fingers speed up, my breaths matching his pace. The pleasure ramps up, the heat pooling my stomach as I tried desperately to breathe. "When I snap and fully make you mine, only then will you cum, do you understand me?" He demands, eyes glowing from the pleasure I'm feeding him.
I immediately nod, and can only wait as he edges me closer, and closer. My thighs begin to shake as I can't hold back my begging, "Please, please let me cum, please." My words jumble together, my mind fuzzy and desperate.
I shatter when the snap sounds next to my ear, the weight of the dildo disappearing from my hand. I scream, voice loud and hoarse, as the pleasure crashes into me. He groans from above me, long and low as he feels my orgasm crash through him too.
His fingers keep moving, easing me from the high. But he doesn't stop when my pleasure recedes. His chuckle is dark as he keeps going, the overstimulation paired with the instant need for more (as a result of my first wish) has me shivering and pleading.
"We're not even close to being done, darling. You are my free use pet now," he mocks in my ear. "That's it, take it, that's all you'll ever be able to do" he groans, the echo of being pleased for eternity not voiced but teasing both of our minds.
I bite my lip as he keeps going, this time rubbing my clit with his thumb and pushing his fingers inside me. I'm lost in the pleasure, eager to find out all the ways he'll use and claim me.
I can't help but be glad I rubbed the dildo and I'm even happier with my three wishes that granted me the gift of being his free use pet.
