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@dolliecest
what i’d give to have a tongue swirling around my nipples. never ending torture of having my nipples played with. listening to her suck and the motion of her warm tongue. my hands tied to frame unable to do anything but take it and beg to be fucked. my dripping cunt being ignored as she makes me cum again and again from abusing the sensitivity of my chest. tied up and spread out like a slut as she draws out one cry after another.
i wanna be molested so bad. i want them to tell me how it's not wrong... or how sorry they are for absolutely molesting my tits. i want them to be so obsessed with my nipples and pleasuring my big tiddies. i want them to make me so dizzy and aroused that i can't say no when they touch beneath my underwear. i want them all gooned out over my titties, completely titnotized... 😵💫
we should play 7 minutes in heaven but with me reassuring you that nothing will happen. once the door closes and we're enveloped in that darkness, it’s painfully obvious how easily i lied to you. before you can get a word out i’m pulling your top over your tits and yanking down the cups of your bra to lick your nipples and greedily draw one into my mouth. it’s all such good fun digging my nails into your waist and laughing about how sweet you are with your fists balled at your sides trying not to react to my tongue. seven minutes is such a long time, baby. you’re putting a lot of effort into this whole pretense of hating it. why haven’t you asked me to stop yet? why haven’t you opened the door?
d’ya ever want someone to suck on your tits and do it in a really pervy way? like hands underneath your top without discarding it— fingertips pulling down the cups of your bra to palm your soft pretty tits without unclasping any single bent hook from metal hold. taking greedy handfuls and murmuring under their breath with a little bit of wonder in their voice at how good you feel. and suddenly it’s like you’re not even there… just a pretty pair of tits with a mouth that happens to be moaning. i like it kinda perverse. somewhat eager sounding and even just like really greedy?? mmm fuck. midnight fingers all over my tits when i’m warm and sleepy, getting my nipples stiff enough to draw between their teeth. i get so wet having my nipples sucked on. no idea why but it makes me feel kinda crazy. probably just a sensitivity thing but uhh yeah i uhm i wanna have em sucked on perv style after someone gropes me through my clothes
aww, do you have really sensitive nipples ? don’t worry, i’ll take good care of them
i’ll roll them between my fingers, pinch and tug, just to watch you gasp and shiver
i’ll suck them into my mouth, warm and wet, laving my tongue over them until they’re swollen and aching
i’ll flick them, slap them, watch them pebble under my touch, delighting in the way your body jolts with every sharp sting
i’ll trap them between my teeth, biting down just enough to make you whimper, just enough to make your thighs clench
i’ll brush my fingertips over them, barely there, featherlight, teasing you until you're trembling, until you’re begging for more
i’ll keep you on your back, wrists pinned, chest exposed, playing with them for hours, just to see how much you can take
i’ll make you cum from nothing but the torment of my hands and mouth, your back arching, your voice breaking, your body utterly wrecked
because pretty little things like you should be touched, teased, toyed with, until you’re left raw, breathless, and begging for mercy
Okay but like legitimately tit stuff makes me go fucking crazy like please squeeze and grope my tits please gently brush your fingers around my nipples please twist and tug on them please use your mouth and suck on them please cover my chest with marks I just aaaaaaaaaa I need it
there is something so sensual and hot about your breasts being groped through your shirt — you’re not wearing a bra, obviously, and your nipples are hard and they’re just so mesmerized by every little sound you make
Spread your legs for me, little baby, daddy has to kiss your pussy good morning
thinking about preteen pussy. thinking about it bare beneath the little sleep shorts you wanted dad to buy you. thinking about its heat burning against my thigh when you sit in my lap, seeping through my jeans. thinking about you shifting, restless, after a while because I’ve been stroking your leg and it’s making you feel funny between them.
thinking about sliding my fingers up the hem of those thin little shorts, asking you to show dad where it hurts. thinking about you blushing as you draw my hand to your core, about you whimpering when my fingers split your needy little slit but you still open your knees wider because you’re nervous but you want it
thinking about your first orgasm being around the fingers of the man who made you, gasping and shaking and dripping on my jeans. and all the ones after that
i adore soft dumbification so much like...
''you're so much prettier when your eyes go empty baby.''
''i'll do the thinking now, yeah?''
''puppies don't need words, baby.''
''just a soft, warm hole for me, mhm?''
''just a pretty thing to be filled.''
My dad and I whenever we’re alone
I remember going into church when I was 16ish and knew all these men in their mid 30’s that would hang around me wanted to bend me over every surface in that church and I constantly thought about all of them getting me to stay late there with them and then tying me down to a table and they pound all of their cocks into me until they couldn’t anymore. I would just lay there whining begging them to stop as they effortlessly fuck me senseless squeezing my ass and telling me I belong to them and have to submit to whatever their cocks needs.
Church was a complicated one. Another one of my mom’s boyfriends threw away all my bras after we got into an argument around the time I started attending. So my first encounter with the volunteer church charity leader was with my sore little nipples sticking out underneath my shirt. He encouraged me to sign up for weekend volunteer work, he was very friendly and accommodating.
A few weeks after our first meeting, he approached me in the kitchen as I was cleaning up some pots and pans from the breakfast we made for the veterans in our town. I still had no bras, but I was wearing a sweater. My nipples really hurt from chafing against my shirt, so they got swollen up even more than normal. I also had a wet cunt and erect clitpenis from the constant nipple stimulation.
I was making a face about my sore nipples when he saw me. “Is everything ok?”
“Oh! Hi, yeah, I’m okay. I’m just feeling sore,” I said, focusing intently on scrubbing a pot.
“Sore? Where? Maybe I can help.”
“Oh, no, don’t worry about it, I’ll be okay!” I faked a smile. My small tits bounced inside my shirt as I scrubbed a little harder, dragging my nipples across the scratchy fabric. I made another face and tried to grit my teeth through it.
“Please, let me help. I think I know what’s bothering you, and I have just the thing for it.” He reached over and took the pot out of my hand and placed it back into the sink. “It won’t take long, promise!”
I figured I’ll just lie about what was bothering me. So I followed him back to the office where he went into his desk and pulled out a big tub of something called Albolene.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“It’s a lotion,” he said. “It’s great for chafing. And, between you and me, I know you’re probably chafed pretty bad under your shirt.”
“o-oh. Well, just a little bit, it’s really not a big deal,” I stuttered, feeling my face get hot. I squirmed a bit.
“I’ll tell you what, try it out and if it doesn’t work, we’ll drop it. I don’t want you to suffer though if there’s a solution,” he said. He walked over to me with the jug, opening the lid.
“Oh, uh..do you want me to go to the bathroom or something?”
“Oh no, you can apply it here,” he said.
My face got hotter. “But I’ll have to take my shirt off!”
“I can hold your shirt off of your body so you can apply the lotion to your nipples. They must be really sore and tender right now,” he said hoarsely. I became aware that I had limited options on the outcome of this encounter, so I grit my teeth and reached into the jug and scooped a bit of the Albolene onto my fingers. He put the jug down and took the hem of my shirt, pulling it out in front of me.
“Okay, now you can put your hand under your shirt to coat your nipples with the lotion,” he said slowly. I avoided looking at him as I reached up under my shirt and applied the first smear of the Albolene. It was cold and I let out a small gasp.
“Make sure you rub it in so it protects your nipple,” he added. I used my other hand to transfer the rest of the lotion to my other protruding little nipple, and started rubbing it in. It didn’t really soothe anything, but my nipple rubbing was making my clit jump.
“Yes, that’s really good. Rub it into your nipples,” he uttered. I tried to rub more obviously, slipping my fingers over my small breasts and massaging my nipples. “Yes, just like that.”
I looked down at the hem of my shirt and saw that he was holding it right over his crotch.
“I think I’m done,” I whispered, pulling my hands out from under my shirt and down at my sides. He didn’t let go of the hem.
“I think I should take a look to be sure you don’t need anymore,” he said. Then he reached up under my shirt with one hand and grabbed my left nipple between his fingers. I cried out.
“Oh, no, you definitely need to apply more,” he said, pulling and yanking on my swollen, angry nipple. “Take off your shirt so I can do this for you.”
I don’t know why I did. I knew what would happen.
He had a boner, straining against his slacks as he played with my nipples. “Oh my goodness. They’re so red and irritated,” he observed. He pulled and pinched them, making me squirm. I became aware of the wet spot in my panties and I hated it. “Such little swollen nipples,” he sighed. Then he reached down and grabbed his cock from outside his pants.
“You know, I have some chafing too. Sometimes my penis gets hard, and pokes out just like this,” he said. He ran his hand along his shaft. “It can be very painful also. I use the Albolene to take care of my chafing.”
I wasn’t sure what to say or do, getting my nipple fondled as he stroked himself. He stepped closer to me and finally took his hand away. My nipples were puffy and red and shiny from the lotion.
“Now, my penis got hard because I saw your nipples,” he said sternly. “It put Lust in me, and that is not okay.” He started unzipping his pants.
“The only penance you can do for this is to help me get rid of the Lust.”
His big, drippy cock bobbed out in front of me, veiny and hard. He reached over to the Albolene and scooped out some of the lotion and began to slather his cock in it. The wet popping, squishing noises of his stroke made me embarrassed, but I couldn’t look away.
“Help me, please. You are only one that can help me release this sin from my body.”
“o-okay,” i said.
“Sit right here in the chair,” he gestured with his other hand. I did so, facing him, and becoming aware of the cool air around my moistened little nipples keeping them hard and painful.
“Wonderful, now then,” he stepped closer until his cock was touching my breast. His head slid around on my skin, as he guided it over my flesh. “oh yes,” he moaned. He started masturbating against my breast.
“Your little pink nipples got me so hard,” he half whispered, half grunted. “You planted the sin of Lust inside me the first time you came here. Flaunting your little titties like a whore.” His strokes increased in speed, becoming more noisy and humiliatingly loud as his cockhead squished against my nipple. “Ugh they’re so hard and swollen!”
My pussypenis was hard and swollen too. I couldn’t help but squirm in my seat. Trying to covertly jerk my needy clitpenis was not going to happen. He started jumping his cock against my breast, pulling his body close to mine and jerking his hips back and forth. “Such little delicate nipples stimulated and erect!” He grunted. I felt my panties moisten more.
He pulled away suddenly and resumed hand-pumping his penis at me. His cock was shiny and dripping precum all over my chest now. “It makes my cock so hard looking at your pretty little nipples poking out like that. It’s so bad. I shouldn’t be staring at your nipples. But I can’t help it, they’re so swollen and pink,” he groaned. “I want to put them in my mouth and SUCK them. I want to swirl my tongue around your little nubs!”
Suddenly, he knelt down, put his arm around my torso, and pulled my nipple into his mouth. He moaned, eyes rolling. I made a noise of protest - it hurt but it was making my clitcock pulse. “Oh God yes,” he drooled, “I’m tonguing your nipples. Your nipples taste so nice in my mouth. Does it feel good?” He sucked hard, rubbing my sore nipple with his slimy tongue. I moaned. He brought his other hand up from jacking off and started playing with my other nipple. I was squirming more obviously now, it hurt to feel them being sucked and pinched and rolled between his fingers. My hips started bucking in the chair.
“You’re aroused now, I can tell by your perverse body that you’re horny. You’re getting turned on from watching me fondle your little nipples,” he said. He brought his hand down and pressed into my crotch. “Are you getting wet from this?”
I didn’t mean to, but I humped against his hand. My pussypenis throbbed excitedly as I felt my need heighten. “Ah, you are horny. This was your plan all along, to make me hard for these nipples and make me commit sin. Satan is strong with you,” he growled.
He stood again, pointing his big cockhead right at my face. I looked up, confused. “I won’t let you convince me to sin,” he said. “Open your mouth and receive the sacrament.”
I did open my mouth to protest, but he stuffed his man meat right inside. He had both of his hands on my face. “Oh yes, sweet Lord. Please bless this lamb of your flock,” he uttered, pushing more of his dick into my mouth and starting down my throat. My jaw could barely open far enough, and I started to choke. He withdrew only slightly, and then pressed again. Saliva stated dribbling out of the sides of my mouth and down my chin.
“Yes, take my cock. Take it all, you slut, and be cleansed,” he moaned, picking up the pace, beginning to mouthfuck me. He held my head harder in place and shoved his cockhead deeper into my throat. I couldn’t breathe.
“Such a tight…little…throat..!” He grunted. He pulled his cock out of my mouth for just long enough for me to catch a breath, before plunging it back in, effectively turning my mouth into his cocksleeve. And again, he squeezed more of him into my throat until his pubic hair was up my nose. He held it there for a beat, grunting as he felt my body struggling to get away. He then withdrew again, I took a big gasping breath. He slapped his slimy cock on my face before stuffing it back in.
My pussylips were squishing around in my panties now, his violent throatrape jerking my body around and rubbing my bloated cuntcock inside my pants. I was humiliated to feel my erection pulse as he choked me with his rapecock.
Suddenly he jerked forward, plunging his penis again into my narrow throathole, and I felt it pulsing and twitching as he dumped his cum directly into my esophagus. He grabbed my head hard and fucked a few more thrusts into my throat before finally schlicking his cummed cock from inside my mouth. I coughed, wiping the spit and tears off my face, catching my breath. He stood over me, his dick not getting soft.
I stared at his cock. Despite being throatfucked, my brain could only focus on my hard clitpenis. He grinned. “You got wet from that,” he said. “You slut. Defiled so thoroughly and your body got aroused.”
“I-I…” I tried. But I couldn’t get anything out.
“Stand up, and bend over the desk, now.”
I reluctantly did so.
“Now, pull your pants down.”
“What?!”
“If your little pussy is wet, I have to save you from the Lust.”
I froze, but before I could make up my mind, he came over and did it for me. I felt a web of sticky slime pull away from my cunt as my panties came down.
“Good Lord in heaven,” he said. “You have a gigantic clitoris. And it looks like your hole is exceptionally wet. Of course you’re bound to sin. Especially with a clitoris like that.”
He knelt down and stuck his mouth right on my pussy, sucking on my clitcock. I grunted, bucking my hips. He made embarrassing slurping noises as he fellated my girlboner. He pulled away and slipped two big fingers into my cunthole, making me gasp, and then went back to sucking me off. I was humping my girldick in his mouth while he fingerraped my creamy little fuckhole. I felt his tongue massaging my clitpenis and making my cunthole ooze more slime.
I was going to cum really hard. I felt him shove another finger inside and deeply fuck my cumhole. His palm massaged my peehole and I started to buck my hips wildly. He held me in place and slurped and suckled my bulbous girlclit and tickled my peehole while he fingerraped my fucksleeve cunt.
Before I could stop, I started squirting into his mouth. I heard him open his mouth, still licking my boner, catching my cumsquirt. He massaged my pink pussyflesh, hitting my urethra and triggering a gush of hot piss to pour into his mouth. He slurped it all up with his swirling tongue.
Standing up, he placed both hands on my naked cheeks and spread them open. I had barely recovered from being cummed when I felt his hot, slimy rod against my asshole.
“No, wait…!” I tried.
Lubricated by my spit and Albolene, he plunged his rapecock into my rearhole. I cried out, feeling his penis fill up my tight passage. My cunt began oozing, and my clit perked up again to a painful, perverted erection.
He started rapefucking my asshole. He was grunting as he aggressively buried his cock inside of me. It was such a sloppy, wet fuck.
“Your little ass is incredible,” he moaned. “I can’t believe how tight it is! Oh God, I’m going to fill your little hole right up with my cum. Oh fuck. Fuck I’m going to be addicted to this little hole. Massaging my cock…fuck! You little slut, you’re going to make me cum..in your tight little hole! Fuck..!”
I felt his cock bulge and twitch inside me as he spewed his second load deep inside of my raperear. He pulled out his penis, and held my cheeks open to watch his cum dribble out of me and down my legs.
“I think that will do for now,” he said, his demeanor switching back to one of a patient advisor. “I believe this is enough to cleanse you of your sin here. I will drive you home once you get dressed.”
I pulled my clothes on and wiped my face more. My boner was hard and my cunt was juicy and horny. I felt so guilty getting aroused while I was r4p3d and m0lested. I grabbed at my hard clitty and rubbed it a few times before taking my bag and walking out to his car.
I got into the passenger’s seat of his car and he began driving. But he wasn’t going toward my house. I looked at him, confused. He said, “don’t worry, I will drive you home. But I want a second opinion about your sins.”
I NEED THIS !!!
thinking about preteen pussy. thinking about it bare beneath the little sleep shorts you wanted dad to buy you. thinking about its heat burning against my thigh when you sit in my lap, seeping through my jeans. thinking about you shifting, restless, after a while because I’ve been stroking your leg and it’s making you feel funny between them.
thinking about sliding my fingers up the hem of those thin little shorts, asking you to show dad where it hurts. thinking about you blushing as you draw my hand to your core, about you whimpering when my fingers split your needy little slit but you still open your knees wider because you’re nervous but you want it
thinking about your first orgasm being around the fingers of the man who made you, gasping and shaking and dripping on my jeans. and all the ones after that
dad who loves your body so so much. dad who loves to feel you, grope and touch how he wants. dad who comes up behind you and pulls you flush to him, his big hands feeling your tummy, squeezing your soft body while he tells you how much he loves it. he cups your tits and you’re flustered by the attention. dad fondles your tits through your shirt, brushing over your clothed nipples. you whine, and he chuckles low and deep in your ear. he knows your body better than you do; he finds all of the places that make you whimper and tremble with ease, touching you with a deft, fatherly reverence. he squeezes your hips and pulls them back. you feel his cock, hard under his clothes, and you can’t help but grind back against him. dad who spends all night worshipping the most perfect thing he ever created.
