You invited some of your friends over for a chill night, games, drinks, weed. You picked out my outfit for me, a thin shirt over a lacy bralette, a pleated skirt, and a black thong, promising me it was just so you could appreciate me all night and of course no one would notice how my nipples poked through my shirt, or that my skirt was just a little too short. They're your friends after all, they wouldn't look at me like that! You kiss my forehead and pop an edible into my mouth right before you let your first guest in.
I hug your friend to greet him, trying not to gasp when my sensitive nipples rub against my lace bralette as I press into him. I pull back and smile, and you put your hand on my waist as another friend arrives right behind the first. Eventually, the other two arrive, and we all move to the living room. I sit next to you on the couch, and you hand me the bong you packed before everyone got here.
"Pretty girls first," you say, waiting for me to press it to my lips and then lighting it for me. "Clear the whole thing baby, you can do it, now hold it... Just a little longer..." I can feel myself getting floaty already, my panties getting just a little bit wet. "Now let go, that's my girl!" I breathe out and lean into you a little bit, a dumb smile on my face. I don't notice your friends stealing glances at me.
Everyone starts chatting, passing the bong around, and you make me take another really big hit and hold it. "You don't mind if she has two hits right guys? She gets a little nervous when she doesn't know people too well and it'll help her relax faster." All your friends are sooo nice and say I can have another one! It feels like you made me hold it even longer than before but I'm so floaty now I can't even tell.
"can you go get us another round of drinks princess? Thank you," you say when I nod and start to stand up, swaying a little and giggling before walking to the kitchen. I don't notice all your friends watching me leave, just a little bit of my ass visible under the hem of my skirt. I pull all the drinks out of the fridge and have to hold them in my arms to carry them all, the cold glass bottles pressing against my nipples through the thin fabric, making me gasp a little.
I walk back into the living room with my arms full, bending over for your friends to grab their drinks from me. I could swear they were purposely brushing their hands across my chest but I'm too high to be sure, maybe it was just an accident! I finally start to walk back to you, and you pat your leg for me to sit in your lap. I blush a little but follow your instructions. You have me take another hit when I sit down, distracting me from the fact that you slid my skirt up higher, exposing my panties just a little.
"is that edible hitting you now baby?" You ask me, seeing the dumb faraway look on my face, the stupid absent smile, how limp I am leaning back against you.
"yes daddy!" I say, forgetting for a second that we have an audience before suddenly realizing and freezing a little bit. "I, uh-"
"it's okay sweetheart, my friends don't mind. Right guys?" They all agree, but don't look away from me. "See? Just relax, we're all here to have fun!" I smile dumbly again and lean back, floaty and stupid and giggly and sensitive. Your arm wraps around my waist, and I feel your hand gently on the inside of my thigh. I shift a little on your lap, feeling myself get even wetter and trying not to moan.
You start to press on my thigh to widen my legs just a bit, gently, slowly so I don't even notice at first. I feel your hand on the inside of my other thigh and finally realize you're pulling my legs apart. "Daddy wait I-"
"shhh baby be a good girl. Can one of you give her another hit please? My hands are full," you grin, holding my legs wide open, the wet spot on my lacy little thong fully visible. One of your friends gets up and holds the bong to my lips, keeping eye contact with me that I can seem to break as he lights it for me. As I breathe in deep, your friend's fingers just barely presses against my hole outside the fabric.
"she's dripping wet, what a good girl! You're so lucky you have a toy like this you can use whenever. Hold it a little longer for us princess, you can do it, that's it - now breathe" he says as he presses two fingers inside me. I cum all over them as I breathe out, and he grins, slowly moving them in and out of me. "What a pretty doll."
My head lolls back against your shoulder as I moan and pant and whine while you smile back at your friend. "That's why I wanted you all to come by for this! I can't keep such a gorgeous little thing to myself all the time." Your other friends come closer for a better view, your hands planted firmly on my legs and keeping me in place. One of the others slides two of his fingers inside me alongside the first guy, and I scream at the sensation as I cum hard again from being stretched out.
"her panties are in the way dude, can I get rid of them?" Someone else asks, watching hungrily. You nod and agree, telling him to go ahead. He pulls out a knife, the click making me clench my pussy around the fingers still pumping in and out of me, before cutting my panties off of me and shoving the soaked mess into my mouth. Suddenly my shirt and my bralette is off too, a hand covers my mouth just seconds before I feel a tongue on my clit and I moan again, trying to buck my hips but trapped in place, cumming again hard.
The hand on my mouth is gone and the panties are being pulled out, replaced with someone's cock before I even realize what was happening. I moan again as he starts to pump it in and out of my mouth, unable to do anything but cum over and over and lay there like a doll, my body being displayed and used. He makes me gag on it, fucking my mouth faster and deeper, hands in my hair, finally cumming in my mouth and making me swallow all of it. The cock is replaced with the bong again, and I'm so high I'm nothing more than a loud fleshlight.
You're whispering in my ear what a pretty doll I am, how good I'm being by letting daddy's friends use me, of course they'd want to, and you like to prove to them what a good little whore I am, to show off what youve got. That's part of the joy of having such a pretty fucktoy isn't it?
The fingers slide out of me slowly, leaving me whining at the emptiness, before I'm laid down on my back softly and suddenly daddy's cock is pressing at my entrance, just barely enough to stretch my hole on the very tip, your hand on my throat making me cum again instantly. Your thumb starts to rub my clit while your friends watch hungrily.
"Daddy's gonna fuck you now baby. Do you want daddy to fuck you while all his friends watch? Do you want my cock filling you up while everyone gets to see what a disgusting little whore you are? Hmm? Do you want all Daddy's friends to know what a filthy fucking slut you are? Have them see my cum drip out of that tiny little cunt? Cum right now you stupid whore, and then I'm gonna fuck you like the braindead cum dumpster you are." I cum immediately, hard, before you slowly start to slide inside me, excruciatingly slow, making me desperate and stupid, before you're finally buried deep inside me.
"is this what you want pretty girl? You want to be filled up with Daddy's cum? Show me you want it, and then I'm going to fuck you until you cry. And then Daddy's friends are going to take turns." I start babbling, trying to beg but I don't have any words left, desperately trying to thrust my hips but not able to move at all, cumming hard and loud. You start to thrust in and out of me, slow at first, deep, hard, before getting faster and faster until you're just using me to get yourself off, your friends all transfixed watching before you finally grab my hips hard and cum deep inside me as I scream.
You stay buried deep inside me for a moment, kissing me deeply before sliding out of me. I can feel all the eyes on my abused little cunt watching your cum drip out while I lay there panting. I see one of your friends with their phone out, probably recording, but I'm too high and dumb to care. You caress my face with your thumb.
"that's my pretty girl, you did so good for me! Now, why don't you show my friends why I love you so much baby. All you have to do is lay there for me. Okay? Thats my little princess." You kiss my forehead and step out of the way for your friends to have their turns with me.
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I read this story (<- link!) and it got me so hot and bothered and wet that I tried to think of other Fee Use situations.
This story is related to this one (<- link!) and the thought, that the Fee Use Nation operates with a phone app.
I've got my groceries in a brown paper bag and start making my way home when my phone vibrates inside my pocket. I sigh, because I knew it was a risk to go grocery shopping on my 'all you can fuck'-day and the notification surely is a dude searching for a Free Use slut right now.
Signing up to the Free Use Nation was one of the best decisions I've ever made and the 'all you can fuck'-days I have bring in a lot of money, but sometimes it's just a bother. Like today.
I continue my way down to the subway station. They guy will certainly find me and I really need to get home: I'll have to shower and cook when I get there. I've still got cum in my ass from when my boss fucked me earlier this day and on my lunch break, two of my coworkers had blowjobs from me while a third pounded my pussy.
I notice someone walking close behind me.
"Hello there, slut", he says and orders me to stop walking. My phone vibrates again and I stop.
He reaches around me to grab my left breast through my shirt, flicking his thumb over my nipple until it's hard and strains against the fabric before he pulls my shirt down to expose my tits. People are walking by. The Free Use Nation isn't new anymore. People fucking on the streets is a regular occurence now, no matter who fucks who.
"Here you are", another voice says. That must've been the second notification, another man to join the first.
"Yeah, we just started", says the first man and starts pulling at my nipples from behind, pushing pelvis into my ass so I can feel his hard cock through his trousers.
The second man pushes my skirt up to expose my pussy. I'd forgone panties today because they're always, always ruined on 'all you can fuck'-days. He appears in front of me, dick already hard and in his hand. I feel a hand between my shoulder blades, the first man is pushing me down onto my hands and knees.
I arch my back so I can take the dick in front of me into my mouth. He humms appreciatively when I suck on it and swirl my tongue around the head. I can hear a zipper, and a second later, the cock of the first man slides through my crack.
He teases my asshole a little bit. "Oh, you've had your ass fucked today, huh, slut?", he asks when some cum leaks from my hole and I try to make an affirmative noise around the cock that's pushed down my throat.
"Not many sluts have 'all you can fuck' set in their Free Use contract", he comments and pushes the head of his thick dick into my pussy. Just a little bit, stretching my opening without pushing in.
I mewl around the cock when he starts touching my clit. He sinks his cock into me slowly until he's sheathed completely inside my warmth.
One cock down my throat, one in my pussy I'm pushed forward and backward while the man in front of me grabs my hair and the other one holds my waist. They find a rhythm, unhurriedly fucking me on the street. My bag from the grocery store is standing on the sidewalk beside me.
I'm startled when both of them suddenly stop. One of them chuckles, but I'm dazed from the fucking and the frustration. Both pull their dicks from my hole and mouth. Neither of the men has cum. The one behind me grabs my elbows and forces me up again, tits pushed out, nipples hard. My shirt is still pushed under them.
I feel the first man's dick at my asshole. He's about to push in and he doesn't do it slowly. He rams his cock up my ass, making me moan loudly. People are watching, now because we're making so much noise. He lets his cock rest inside my hole and lets go of my arms.
The man in fron of my bends down to grab my legs, hoisting them up around him while he aligns his cock with my dripping pussy. My arms come around his neck to hold myself up and once his cock is inside my pussy, both of them start to move.
The one behind my supports my ass with both hands while he snaps his hips up into my asshole, effectively fucking me with short, hard strokes that jostle my tits while the other man fucks me with longer strokes, holding us steady.
I'm sandwiched between these man, stuffed so full with of cock, moaning like a maniac.
"Such a slut", grunts one of them. Both dicks are fucking me so good. "We were searching for someone like you."
I'm sure another person joined them, because I almost loose it when I feel someone tugging at my nipples again. My eyes have fallen shut.
I feel my pussy starting to clench, the hard fucking they're giving me is bringing me to orgasm very fast.
"Take it", says one of them, someone rubs my clit and I explode. The dick in my ass is pulsing, shooting cum deep into my bowels before stilling inside of me.
The man in front of me isn't done though. He keeps fucking me with long strokes, prolonging my orgasm until it almost hurts and then he ups his pace, opting for shorter, harder strokes and I feel another orgasm building inside me.
Ass still stuffed full of dick and cum while my pussy gets pounded.
"Uh, uh, uh", I moan and both men laugh. The laughing jostles the cock in my ass, and my pussy and asshole clench hard around the dick.
"You damn slut", moans the man with the cock inside my pussy. His orgasm is triggered my mine and his cum shoots into my pussy.
Now, both of them have stilled their movements and I'm basically limp in their grip. I can barely stand when they pull out, my legs wobbling from the hard fucking when they set me down onto the ground again. My tits are still out, cum dripping from both my holes. I can feel it running down my legs.
The first man swats my ass. "We'll see you next week", he promises and I know that he's saved my Free Use Nation info on his phone so he can find me again.
Maybe his friend will join in again. Or maybe he'll bring his whole work team. The 'all you can fuck'-option basically allowes everything he wants to do to me the whole day.
I feel several vibrations coming from my phone. I'll be here for a while, now that so many people have seen me getting fucked. I'm sure there are several fuckings already queued up in the app.
On days like this, it's really a bother that I decided on the 'all you can fuck' option once a week.
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âWanna help daddy relax before bed?â My father whispered to me as we sat watching television. My mother sitting in the den around the corner at the table correcting papers for her students.
I looked at him and he smiled and then gave me a fake pout.
âPlease? Daddy had a hard day â he said unzipping his pants without even waiting for my response , looking towards then den. He always got more excited when my mother was around. And luckily for me it always got him off quicker.
I didnât like doing it. And Iâm not sure why I let him keep requesting blow jobs from me almost daily. And sometimes more than once a day. But I sighed and moved over closer on the couch and reached over.
âMmmm my pretty girl loves helping her daddy cum doesnât she?â He said. And Iâm pretty sure he knew the answer was no. No I didnât like jerking him off, I didnât like sucking his dick. But it was just easier to cave in than to have him beg and nag until I finally said yes. The quicker I agree. The quicker I could get it over with.
I nodded and took his cock into my hand , looking towards the den as I stroked him slowly.
âGet it wet sweetheart. â he said. âCmon. You know how daddy likes itâ he added and I leaned down and spit slowly. Letting the saliva in my mouth drip down over his cock, my hand moving up and down. My wrist turning my hand as I stroked him slowly, coating his cock with my saliva.
âThatâs it. A little moreâ he said. And I let more of my saliva drip from my mouth to his cock.
I didnât even look at him as I did it. Instead I watched the television while moving my hand, stroking him.
âMmmâ He said quietly. âStroke daddy babyâ âstroke daddyâs cock for him.â
I went a little faster, my wrist still turning my hand around his cock as it moved up and down.
âMmm yeah baby. That feels goodâ he said leaning back a bit more and resting his head back on the couch and without looking placed his hand behind my head and pushed it down to his cock.
âSuck the balls babyâ he whispered.
I made a face of disgust to myself that he couldnât see, and put my mouth on his balls, sucking them as I continued to stroke him.
âMmm good girl. Put them in your mouth baby. Put daddyâs balls in that mouthâŠyessâ he groaned quietly as I sucked the other , and licked them both.
He lifted my mouth from his balls by gently guiding me with a fist full of my hair. Pulling up on it gently to let me know to move. Because he was ready to get sucked.
âOpen wideâ He said. As he did almost every time.
He did have a thick cock. It was a bit above average length but was so thick I could only get about half in my mouth.
I did as he said and opened my mouth as he pushed my head down until his cock as far as it would go. I closed my mouth around it and felt his fingers grip my hair tighter as he groaned and started to pull and push my head up and down on his cock.
âThatâs itâ he whispered. âMmmm thatâs good â
âYea baby. As far as you canâ heâd say as he pushed my head down more. Making me gag on his cock, giving slight thrusts up into my mouth.
The sound of the back of my mouth being fucked coming from the room. But my mother never seemed to notice.
I made a noise. It wasnât a moan but slight noise that let him know it was too much and that I couldnât take anymore. So he stopped forcing my head and let me take over. I used my hand along with my mouth following my hand down, and my hand following my mouth back up. Still cranking my wrist , turning my hand back and forth on his cock.
He groaned and laid his head back. âRelaxingâ.
Thatâs what my job was. To help him relax.
I went faster and sucked the slightest bit harder , my mouth making wet sucking sounds as it popped off his cock and I stroked him faster. Giving my mouth a break.
âMmmmâ He said grabbing my hair, letting me know to put my mouth back on his cock. He wasnât ready to give me a break yet.
I wrapped my mouth back around him and continued to suck his cock. It was much bigger than my boyfriends. And just like my father the only thing Iâd ever done with my boyfriend was oral sex. And sometimes theyâd both finger me. My father did more than my boyfriend.
I never told anyone the things I do for my father or let him do to me. And I never will.
As my father kept my head moving , we both heard the chair scoot across the floor from the table in the den. He pulled my hair up and pushed me quickly away. Pulling his pants up with a quick zip and pushing his shirt down over the unbuttoned waist band. I promptly sat up and sat casually with my arms crossed. Wiping my wet mouth lightning fast with the back of my hand. My heart always felt like it would explode anytime we thought she was coming. Or anytime we heard her pull into the driveway after staying later at school.
I heard my father exhale as her feet went away from us , towards the back door. Both of us hearing it open and shut as she went outside for a cigarette.
My father chuckled to himself and unzipped his pants and took his cock back out.
âThat was close â he said reaching behind my head and making me lean back down.
âGet back to it babyâŠlet daddy hear that mouth suck his cockâ he said as I heard the tv volume lower and the sound of him setting the remote back down on the end table and his other hand made my mouth take his cock in and out. I opened my mouth wide , not closing my mouth around his cock. Allowing him to hear the sound of his cock in the back of my mouth. He groaned and now grabbed my head with both hands and thrusted upwards into my mouth hard making me gag. He did it again and again tiggering my gag reflex and making me choke. Making me feel like Iâd puke. He loved watched me heave , my back arching. Fighting off the urge to throw up. Heâd only actually made me do it twice. Both times he laughed and told me âbaby canât handle daddyâs big dick , can she?â
He stopped before I gagged anymore , and just fucked my mouth instead , only putting his cock in as far as I could take it without gagging.
âGood girl babyâ he groaned. âYouâre so good to daddy â âyes you are ,,,, thatâs my girlâŠ.Ungh yesâŠ.I love my naughty little girl sucking My cock with her mother right thereâŠ..Ungh, fuck yea baby. You gonna make daddy cum in that mouth? â he groaned âsuck itâŠsuck itâŠ.suck itâ He repeated as he does often when heâs about to cum.
âThatâs itâŠ.make me cumâŠ.take it babyâŠ.take my cumâŠâŠdrink it babyâŠ.let daddy give you dessert â
I hated when he talked. I wished heâd just be quiet the entire time until he came. He said things that made me cringe. Especially the dessert line. Heâd used that one multiple times before.
âAre you thirsty baby?â He groaned.
Another of my least favorites.
âYou gonna drink daddyâs cum?â He groaned thrusting up and i felt it shoot into my mouth, continuing to suck him off until I knew he was finished. I wasnât allowed to stop sucking till he said so. So Iâd keep going and going until his hand pushed my head back and away.
I felt his cum pool in my mouth, carefully holding my mouth closed around his cock as he pushed me up and away. Heâd finished and looked to me. I held out my tongue. Showing him. Something he makes me do pretty much every time.
âPlay with itâ he said, as he pulled up his pants and watched me wiggle my tongue and lick my lip, coating them in his cum, holding his load at the front of my mouth, let it drip down over my lip just a little before sucking it back in my mouth and then tilting my head back and gargling it.
I could see him smiling. âMmmm daddyâs favorite. â he said. He liked that he has me trained to do all the things he thought were sexy when going down on him.
A few seconds later my mother came back through the door, we heard her shut it again and the chair scoot back across the floor. We heard a slight sigh and my father slowly turned the volume back up on the tv as I swallowed his cum with a gulp and he grinned and pulled me into him.
Forcing me as always when I blew him on the couch to cuddle up next to him afterwards. I leaned my back against his chest and slid down , the back of my head on his shoulder. After a few seconds of settling back into the show , he slipped his hand down my shirt and into my bra. He often did this , just to have his hand on a part of me that was forbidden. A part of my body a father should never touch on his daughter.
His hand pushed down my shirt on the one side and pushed down the front of my bra as well ,letting my nipple peek out. His finger flicking it. Over and over till it was hard.
He lifted his hand , then brought it back to my nipple with wet fingertips and rubbed his saliva over my exposed nipple. His hand sliding back and forth , and grabbing my breast.
âPut your head in my lap babyâ he said.
I slid down on the couch and laid on my neck. My head over his leg and turned to the tv.
He pulled down the other side of my tank top and bra. I laid there and he was silent as we both watched television. His hand randomly playing with one breast at a time. Rubbing his hand back and forth over both. Occasionally sliding his hand underneath them over my upper torso.
I canât lie. It felt good whenever he touched me. Id always pretend it was someone else. He knew playing with my nipples always got me wet. He loved to play with them until he was sure Iâd be soaked.
If he was feeling generous. Heâd finger me ,But he was lazy. And he didnât usually bother to try and make me cum. Not that I really wanted him to, but⊠I did kind of deserve it after all he made me do for him. I felt disgusting when heâd make me wet. I hated that his hands groping me made me crave his fingers inside me. Not his fingers specifically I suppose. I didnât WANT his fingers inside me. But it has become so natural that I found it easier and easier to be able to close my eyes and picture him as someone else.
My thoughts were side tracked as he grabbed one of my breasts hard and squeezed. He laughed quietly to himself as he felt my body react. I looked up and he grinned looking down as his hand slid over to the other and did the same and have my nipple a tug with his fingers.
âI love touching youâ he whispered. âYour nipples get so hard â he said pulling it harder. My back arched and be let my nipple go. My back arched sharply again as his pinched and pulled the other. I whimpered. It hurt. I didnât respond and watched his eyes look up towards the den as he lifted me from his lap making me sit up and leaned over after making sure the coast was clear.
He took my nipple closest to him right into his mouth as he leaned down. He sucked it hard. I could feel the air from his nostrils breathing against my flesh and the movement of his lips, of his tongue as he thrashed it against the nipple that was vacuumed into his mouth.
I gasped slightly. I hated myself for allowing it. For allowing any of it. But even if it was my fathers mouth,it was a mouth that felt good. As any mouth would. I couldnât help it. I couldnât will my nipples to not be stimulated I couldnât will my pussy to not ache. I couldnât will myself to stop him.
His mouth let out a low growl as he moved his mouth across my chest to the other breast where he ravaged my other nipple next.
âDadâ I whispered grabbing his head , my back arching , my body automatically shoving my breasts into his face for more. He kissed my nipple the flicked his tongue over it and sucked it again. This time bubbling afterwards , pulling on it. I sucked air through my teeth and could feel my heart beating fast in my chest and another heartbeat between my thighs as my pussy throbbed for attention.
I whimpered and then bit my lips closed , but they quickly broke apart as his teeth clamped harder and he groaned as he pulled my nipple with his teeth. I went to go yelp but had managed to silence myself. I squeezed my eyes shut imagining my boyfriend was doing it all.
âI bet your pussy is wet isnât it baby?â He said , his mouth breaking from my nipple , his voice ruining my image of it being my boyfriend and not him.
âYou did such a good job sucking daddyâs cockâŠyou want daddy to put his fingers inside you ?âŠdoes that pussy need some of daddyâs magic touch ?â He grinned.
I hated him. I really did. I hated that he had made this normal. I hated when he talked while touching me. Just do it , I thought. My mind throwing hateful thoughts around. Just shut up and do it. I thought. Stop talking. Stop talking so I can just pretend itâs someone else.
âThatâs okay. Daddy knows you want it. â he said and pulled me over his lap and lifted my skirt , grabbing my panties and pulling them to the side. He wasted no time as he slipped his finger inside me.
I listened to him inhale as his finger sunk into my. My pussy betraying me for the hundredth time. Showing off how wet Iâd become.
âThatâs so wetâ he whispered as his finger pushed up further as far is it could go. I could feel It moving inside me.
I bit my lip as his finger drew itself out , laying over his lap. I felt like such a helpless dumb whore. But deep down I knew I wasnât helpless. And I wasnât dumb. I just was a whore. That was too horny to ever tell him to stop. I felt my ass raise and my one leg slide just a little to allow him to go even deeper as he pushed his finger back in again.
âGood girlâ he whispered. I could feel his finger moving slowly in and out of my wet pussy. He stopped fingering me to rub my clit. My legs spread even wider and he laughed slightly.
âBaby likes that huh?â He groaned quietly. âNaughty girlâ my fingers were curling, grabbing out the couch cushion and his fingers were circling my clit , I could feel my pussy dripping. He had me soaked.
I rocked slightly over his lap , jumping his hand as it rubbed me. Rocking faster and faster till I was pushing myself back and forth against his hand as it rubbed me.
âYeaaaâ he whispered. âMmmm baby likes itâ
I hated him. I had to remind myself. It was his fault. It was all his fault I was like this. Heâd started it. I felt my mouth fall open as I got closer.
âOh my godâ I panted quietly writhing over his lap ,I felt fire through myself. I hated him. I hated myself. I hated that my mother was mere feet away as all of it happened. I hated how many times sheâd been so unaware of what her husband was doing to their daughter. And that she was unaware I never stopped him or even tried to.
âBad. Bad girlâ he said his fingers stroking up and down my wet pussy. Rubbing his fingers in it, making me shiver each time his fingers rubbed over my sensitive clit again.
I was so selfish as I closed my eyes tightly and let him bring me to orgasm. Feeling my body tremble and try to as always keep myself quiet as I came.
âMmmmmmmmmmâ he groaned quietly. âThatâs itâ he whispered. Knowing I was cumming by the way my body was twitching over his lap.
âMmmmâ He said sliding his finger back inside me.
Sitting you in my lap, your back against my chest. I start touching you, feeling your pretty body in my hands. I command you to take your shorts and panties off while I play with your mouth, my fingers tracing your lips before I push them into your mouth and command you to suck on them, getting them nice and wet for me. Once you are fully exposed, once my fingers are covered in your sloppy spit, I start rubbing your clit, starting slowly and then picking up the pace, I alternate the speeds, going from agonizingly slow, then to painfully fast. You latch onto me, grabbing my arm as you fight back tears, telling me to stop. I feel your clit throbbing, and I slow down, rubbing you just slow enough you canât go over the edge. I keep that pace, making you as sensitive as I possibly can until you are literally begging me to stop, âif you wanted me to stop so badly then why are you so fucking wet princess?â I say mockingly. I wrap my other hand around your neck and begin to squeeze, making your consciousness flash in and out of blackness as I alternate from fast and slow again, making your body convulse as I keep you on the edge for my enjoyment. As youâre thrashing at me, tears streaming down your face, but making a big mess in my lap, when youâre breaking, and cannot take it anymore, thatâs when Iâll continuously rub your sensitive little pussy, making you cum, and cum over and over again until youâre screaming and crying from just how overstimulated you are. And I wonât stop, I wonât stop until your voice is hoarse, your face is flushed red and full of tears, I wonât stop until your body literally cannot take it and cannot cum anymore. I grab you softly, holding you tightly and whisper praise into your ear, telling you how proud of you I am, telling you how good you did for me and making you feel like the most special girl in the world for letting me use you so roughly
Youâve had a hard week, and you decide to go to a friendâs house to unwind. Seeing an opportunity, they get you blasted out of your skull and take advantage of you.Â
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(This is the âfucked by your boyfriendâs dadâ prompt that won all the votes a few months ago. TW for misgendering, breeding, age gap. See OP tags.)
You and your boyfriend started dating two months ago, and it had been going just fine, until⊠well. Iâll get to that.
Heâs a sweet guy. The same age as you, and from the local neighbourhood. You met at the shop you part-time at, not long after you moved here to study.
On the first date, a trip to the cinema, he came out to you as bisexual. In turn, you quickly explained to him how you felt about your gender. You were relieved by his response: so supportive.
Finally, last week, you messed around after getting back from a bar, but without going all the way. Although that was more because of the wine than any lingering apprehension.
You both laughed about it through the hangover, and agreed to set aside an evening for something special.
Tonight.
Youâre sitting at the dining table of his home, which is actually still his parentâs home, too - whilst he saves up. Of course, his parents are out and you have the house to yourselves.
You eat pasta and enjoy his chirpy conversation. You help with the dishes and blow out the dinner candles when the meal is done. In his room, he plays quiet pop music and soon youâre both naked.
Itâs the first time youâre sleeping with him: The sex is okay. He struggles with the condom (which is a must since you arenât using any other form of birth control yet), and after a few awkward minutes of erratic thrusting, you offer him another blowjob.
He shyly peels off the slightly bunched-up condom. All you can taste on his dick is the latex, but you think of his pleasure, suck him well, and he climaxes quickly. He asks you if you want anything more (not tonight),then flops onto his side to sleep.
Youâre lying next to his lanky, and now snoring, frame. Itâs pitch black and youâre wide awake. It takes a while to get to know someoneâs body, you guess. You never climaxed, but more importantly you could really use a glass of water before bed.
You slide out from under the covers, pull your jeans and hoodie on, then creep back downstairs to the kitchen tap.
As youâre filling a glass, you hear the front door unlock and swing open. The hallway lights come on, illuminating the kitchen.
Your new boyfriendâs dad throws his coat over the banister then catches sight of you through the doorway.
âOh! Hi. Good evening. Hi.â
You return the greeting in a cheery, but slightly pained tone - you donât really know how to act. You werenât expecting to meet either of his parents until perhaps tomorrow, when he said theyâd be back. Whatâs more, the intention behind your overnight stay certainly wouldnât be lost on his father. From the hallway, he explains he had to return home as something came up at work for the next morning, and leaves it at that.
âDonât worry, I knew he was cooking for you tonight.. I was planning to have a nightcap. Why donât you join me since youâre still up? It would be nice to talk. You can tell Luke, if you like.â
You shuffle your feet, clutching your glass of water, and explain that you left him asleep. You smile, keen to make a good impression, although secretly wishing youâd just stayed upstairs.
âOh well. Just us then?â
For a moment you consider politely declining, but you know youâll just lie there in the dark, restless. Your latest host is already pouring out two hefty glasses of whiskey as you agree to stay and chat.
In the living room, you sit facing each other on the enormous sofa, sipping your drinks. He has a more casual demeanour than his son. You ask politely about the neighbourhood, his work, until inevitably the conversation turns to you.
âSo youâve started at the university here. Howâs that going?â
You say itâs going pretty well. Especially thanks to your new boyfriend being as caring as he is. While you talk, you notice the manâs gaze flicker over your body. His tone changes. Still friendly, but perplexed.
âTell me, though, and sorry. He said he had a boyfriend?â
You gulp and stutter over the short explanation of your gender identity. The dad-friendly version. You add that youâre starting hormones soon, that theyâll change your shape. He listens, then nods respectfully.
âI think I understand,â he responds, throwing one hand up, âI hope you donât think Iâm rude for asking about this stuff. I respect your generation very much.â
He sounds genuinely warmhearted, smiling at you. That was easy. You smile back with some relief, but when you donât quite manage an immediate response, he changes the subject:
âDo you play sports?â
You notice his eyes flicker across you again. You give a noncommittal answer about running, taking a big sip from your drink. Itâs not enough to get you drunk but itâs definitely taking the edge off the awkward situation.
With his next comment, he drags his gaze up from your crotch. Is he undressing you with his eyes?
âIt makes sense you run. You do have an athletic physique.â
You reply with a curt thanks. Actually, this is bullshit. You down the last dregs of whisky and place the empty tumbler on the coffee table - standing and making to leave. Just as youâre about to turn and say goodnight, you hear:
âDonât go just yet.â
His tone is hushed and severe. Your eyes meet as he leans back, with one arm across the sofa and one hand resting right next to his groin. You canât help staring at the intensely straining fabric there. He watches you stare. He likes it.
Your mouth goes dry. You should leave, but youâre glued to the spot. You remind yourself: the man on the sofa in front of you is your boyfriendâs father. Heâs fifty-something and portly, his hair ashy and silver. You take in his creased shirt, loosened tie, slightly stubbled, slightly pink face. He is not unattractive, but heâs not classically attractive, either.
Nevertheless, this man is not your type. And god, what does that matter? This man is your boyfriendâs dad.
âClose the door. Stay for a minute or two.â
His eyes are fixed on yours as he slowly unzips his flies, and pulls out his penis. You still donât leave.
He strokes his bare cock slowly. Itâs long, thick (really thick) and only halfway to a full erection. You bite the inside of your cheek, somehow still deliberating, trying to ignore how aroused you are, feeling your face turn pink. He keeps on stroking.
Youâre still weighing up your options with a hazy mind when-
âSuck it.â
The instruction hits you like a freight train.
âCome here, sweetheart. Suck on daddyâs dick.â
His words are clear, firm, but with a hint of âjust try itâ. Arousal turns your racing thoughts to pure static. Needing no further encouragement, you kneel on the floor between his legs. Heâs so much bigger than Luke.
âOpen that mouth.â
You do as youâre told, and stick your tongue out flat and wet, looking up at him for the next instruction. You canât believe youâre doing this, you really canât. His rough hand lands firmly on the back of your head, then presses your face against his hardening dick. The man smiles warmly again as he rubs your face on his crotch.
The shaft feels hot against your open mouth, and hard against your features. The smell of his leather belt, his cotton shirt, and precum fills your nostrils, under-toned by sweat and bodywash.
Youâre salivating as he continues to bury your face in his groin, then finally pushes his dick into your mouth with his other hand. Your lips only need to part slightly under his thumb for him to force it in. In it goes, your jaw widening.
âTheeeeere we go.â
He holds your head in place as he becomes fully erect, your throat getting stuffed and your lips becoming tighter and tighter around his now solid penis. You feel it pulsing, firmly pushing down against your tongue.
He holds your head there. Just before you start to actually choke, he removes his hand. You gasp for air as his glistening cock towers in front of your face, bursting from his flies.
From this angle, you can see how his shirt buttons are straining to keep his gut in. Taking the opportunity, the man reaches into his trousers and frees his balls. Theyâre also quite large, and pushed up by the trouser fabric. As you stare at them he caresses the back of your head and coos at you sardonically.
âWhat do you think of daddyâs balls?â
Without so much as a moment for your response, your face is pressed once more into his crotch - against them.
In spite of the sardonic move, youâre soaking in your underwear. Greedily, you lap at his exposed balls then take his dick into your mouth a second time. The man is grunting as you suck, clearly stifling a groan, as not to alert his son.
Eventually he loosens his grip on the back of your head, allowing you to freely bob up and down, even though you canât reach the base of his huge penis without force.
You taste precum - itâs flowing onto your tongue with strained throbs. With your hands at his thighs, you steady yourself and work harder for him, stuffing your throat and drooling down his balls, which are pressed repeatedly against your chin. A couple of minutes go by like this, his grunting becoming more breathy. You let out the occasional, choked whimper.
His chest heaves, quickly grabbing your hair, he pulls you away.
âIâm going to blow. Christ.â He takes another breath, his dick twitching hard. Youâve never seen an older man like this. Itâs taking him every ounce of self-control to hold his cum in. âIâm not done with you, not yet.â
He leans back on the sofa to loosen his tie, and slip his trousers and underwear off. You can still taste his slimy precum coating your tongue.
âWhen I saw you earlier, I wondered how youâd react if I did this. I knew youâd be a good little cocksucker.â he impulsively fondles his dick as he goes on, his tone stern again, âThis is going to be kept between us, isnât it?â
The thought of Luke finding out makes your stomach lurch. You nod furiously. Your chin is still wet.
âGood girl.â
His words send a shiver across your body. He does register his mistake, though.
âAh, Christ, Iâm sorry, I canât help it. Itâs just how you look right now. Force of habit. Now, take that sweatshirt off.â
Shit. Youâre not wearing your binder. You only threw something on to get a glass of water.
The corners of your mouth curl into a nervous expression, and without saying anything to him, you pull the jumper obediently off over your head.
Cold and exposed, your nipples poke out hard. But the older man in front of you rubs his dick faster, staring intently at your breasts.
âMmm, yeah,â he sighs, tugging faster at his cock, âThatâs what daddy likes. An excellent rack. Sit next to me, sweetheart.â
Cringing at his choice of words, youâre beginning to feel embarrassed. With your new boyfriend, you set some boundaries around your chest. Just an hour ago, when you (sort of) fucked, you wore your t shirt.
Now youâre with his dad, your very round, soft tits are completely exposed just for him. The man masturbating to them probably doesnât even know what a binder is.
You tell yourself youâre playing along, and try to ignore just how aroused itâs made you.
He reaches out with both his hands and cups your tits, smearing saliva and precum from jerking off across your tender skin.
He gently feels their heft, examining them, making your face burn red. This is going to go on forever.
âWhat size are you?â, he eventually asks.
After you reluctantly tell him, his grasp becomes rougher. He mutters that he thought so, not really addressing you any more. He squeezes your breasts, and presses them hard together, forcing a huge cleavage - pausing occasionally to roll your nipples between his thumb and forefingers. Pulling slightly. You stifle more whimpers, it feels amazing.
What if your boyfriend could see you now? You imagine what you must look like, topless in front of his dad. The humiliation and pangs of dysphoria make you leak onto your soft inner thighs. Each time he touches your nipples, you almost want to thrust your tits out further. You hardly recognise yourself.
And then thereâs the fact that with this man feeling you up, your breasts feelâŠhuge. Every grope is better than the last. He runs the palms of his hands over you, muttering, âyouâre a very good girlâ
You mindlessly open your mouth to correct him, but he shoves you onto your back and kneels over you across the giant sofa, holding you down with one hand.
You catch sight of a long strand of precum drooling from the tip of his fat cock.
âCome on. I think youâre kidding yourself. Arenât you at least being a good girl for me? Just here and now.â
This time you manage a stutter, but his other hand dives straight into your jeans. The sudden contact on your aching clit morphs your words into a stifled, mindless squeal.
âThatâs what I thought.â
He circles your clit faster. Youâre whimpering nonstop. Heâs clearly experienced. He dips the tips of his rough fingers lower, to see how wet you are, his palm on your tender pubic mound. He doesnât finger you, just spreads the wetness from your entrance around between your legs, working your clit.
âSuch a wet pussy for me.⊠wider, nowâ.
For better access, he tears off your remaining jeans and underwear, then, without warning, thrusts not one but two fingers deep into you. A loud squelching sound fills the room. In and out, in and out, in a way youâve never felt before.
âThereâŠniiiice and wet for your daddy.â
He keeps a steady pace, working you open beneath him. You throw your head back and try to relax and spread your legs as he stuffs your pussy repeatedly with his fingers. The sound is humiliating.
Stretched out naked on the sofa, heâs started fingering you so forcefully that you can feel your tits jiggle. Heâs deliberately pressing against your G spot, or at least what you think is your G spot, quickly and ruthlessly. Despite how manhandled you feel, youâre still getting wetter. Itâs getting on the sofa. Youâre trying to keep your whimpers from disturbing Luke. Finally, he pulls out his fingers, and makes you taste your own wetness.
âTaste that. Your pussy loves being ruined by an older man like me. My cock needs to go in there now, sweetheartâ
As he talks, he slowly pats his fat cock head against your spread and swollen lips.
As his oozing precum mixes with your own wetness, you realise with a jolt that the situation - as absurd as it is - calls for one of the condoms in your bag upstairs.
On instinct, you wriggle away but he clutches your hips and pulls you squarely back onto the sofa. Your soaking, pummeled-open pussy lands straight onto the swollen tip of his cock, which immediately forces your lips open.
âFuck yes, thatâs it. Relax, baby. Daddyâs got you. Be quiet, now, or weâll get caught. Can you do that for me?â
Half-impaled and dripping wet, you look up at him, with eyes wide, and nod silently. This is so wrong.
Shifting his weight on the sofa, he grabs your thighs and finds the best angle to force the rest of his cock inside.
Finally, he thrusts his hips and fills you completely. He lets out a grunt as your pussy takes every inch completely raw. Every time his dick throbs, you feel a little more stretched open. His wiry pubic hair feels rough against your smooth skin. He stays inside, constantly throbbing and twitching, pressing his balls against your ass, clearly trying not to cum.
âThere. Thatâs it! Good girl.â
You try to keep still, holding your legs wide apart for him. The twitching slows and he starts to shift his weight again. Somehow, he pushes even deeper into you, and you feel a deep ache as his swollen cock head massages your cervix - it makes you wince.
You manage to let out - in fewer words - that youâre not taking birth control.
He pushes harder against your cervix, the pressure building against it from his cock. He has to raise his tone slightly over the noises you make.
âDoes that mean Luke could have a half brother?â
You canât tell if heâs joking, youâre too blissed-out from the stuffing heâs giving you to care. He thrusts again. Harder. Probably not. He clearly doesnât care, the way heâs pistoning in and out of you, and pinning you down to take it.
The pace starts to quicken, he takes an even more hushed tone than before, leaning towards your ear, speaking quickly as the feeling of your hot, soft, soaked, hole sends him into overdrive.
âYouâre such a beautiful thing - ugh, good girl - my son isnât gay - if he doesnât want to fuck you properly - thatâs it - Iâm going to have to.â
His cock is splitting you in two over and over again, but youâre stretched out perfectly to accommodate it.
You feel his balls press hard against your skin.
He gropes your breasts.
You actually want this.
As your pussy tightens around his cock, he groans softly again on top of you, through clenched teeth:
âBeg me for my cum.â
And you do. You let out a string of pleas, despite yourself. Right into Lukeâs fatherâs ear, you tell him how heâd made you ache for it. How youâre desperate to take it after so long.
It tips the older man over the edge. He moans, loudly this time. Rope after hot rope spills out into you, spreading an indescribable warmth that soaks your cervix and coats your walls. You climax, too, for the first time from penetration: your pussy flutters tight around him, milking every drop into you in a way you have never felt before.
After a moment of breathy stillness, he heaves himself off you, pulls on his trousers, then collects the whiskey glasses -
âWell done. Now cover yourself up. See you in the morning.â
- and creaks up the stairway to his and his wifeâs bed.
lately i've been so obsessed with the idea of daddy teaching me what predators might try & do to me, by doing it to me..
you know, someone might try to touch you like this, but you shouldn't let them ok? now, see how hard daddy is? if someone tries to show you their erection, you should tell me immediately, no one should do that to you. feel how i'm rubbing my cock against your soft pussy baby? if a grown up does that to you, you should fight. you can kick & scratch & yell, it's ok. you won't get in trouble for protecting yourself. if you can't fight, that's ok, you wait & you tell daddy exactly what happened. feel how i'm rubbing my finger against you here? this is your cilt & that feels good doesn't it? a predator might try & rub you to make you feel good so you forget they shouldn't touch you like this. can you feel how wet you're getting? how it's so much easier for daddy to rub himself against you now? if a predator gets you nice & wet, it makes it easier to get a finger inside you, too, just like this. that feels different, hey baby? if someone fingers you, they're probably getting you ready for their cock. now feel how i'm pressing the tip against your little hole? if i wanted to, i could just keep pushing, going alllll the way inside you, baby. someone might try to do that to you, but they shouldn't ok? nobody should touch you like that, you're much too little. now, you see how daddy's cock has stuff coming out of the end? that's sperm & you mustn't let anyone get their sperm in you, ok? you fight them off as hard as you can, ok? oh no baby, what i'm doing is ok, i'm just showing you what to look out for? see?
[THIS IS ROLEPLAY BETWEEN ADULTS. MINORS FUCK OFF]
I wanna get experimented on so bad. Strap me down to a table with my thighs spread apart and my cunt on display. Rub my cock in slow circles to see how long it takes me to start squirming. Tease a vibrator up and down my slit to see just how wet I can get. Make a list of all the sensitive little places that make me moan. Finger me and suck me and vibe my cock while you watch and observe all my reactions. See just how many orgasms you can wring out of me before I'm sobbing from the stimulation, writhing against the restraints, begging you to stop. Keep going and see how long it takes before I can't even make sounds anymore, just twitching and drooling helplessly on the table. Record it all for research so you can remember all the best ways to make me scream. Use them against me when I least expect it and learn all the things you can do to turn me into your needy little fuck toy
So, Iâve read about people going ârapebaitingâ for a couple of years now, mostly on Reddit. The idea has always turned me on. Essentially it means putting yourself in vulnerable situations and engagning in risky behavior that might increase your chances of getting raped. I am not going to get into the morals of it in this post, but might address it later. This is simply about what happened. Fair warning, it is pretty long lol.
Anyway, I finally got to a point where I felt ready to do it. So I did. But it wasnât until my third âtryâ that it was successful. I went out on a Saturday night (the legal drinking age where I live is 18). But I went out pretty late and on my own, I had a few shots before I left home for liquid courage and as a part of the baiting. Wore a cute but not outright slutty outfit. I got to the bar and ordered a drink and kind of pretended like I was supposed to meet up with my friends and waiting for them. While I was âwaitingâ some guys talked to me, they were in their late 20s to early 30s and bought me drinks, and I flirted. A lot. I wanted to really get them going and think they very possibly might be going home with me. I would lean in really close, accidentally put my hand on their thigh and so on. When I went to the restroom one of the guys followed me and cornered me in the narrow hallway outside the restrooms, and he kissed me. I kissed back and let his hands run over my body and he pressed by body into his own so that I felt his hard-on. Then I suddenly pulled back and kinda laughed a little and just told him I wasnât into it. And I could see his eyes like almost getting darker and he looked slightly angry, it made me instantly wet.
Went back to the table, it got later, and I got drunker (although I wasnât as drunk as I acted, but still pretty tipsy). My âfriendsâ never showed, I pretended they were texting me that they drunkenly endeed up at a different bar which is just ten minutes walking distance. Two of the guys said they were thinking about heading there too and volunteered to walk me there. I pretended to hesitate and let myself be coddled into accepting their offer. We got our jackets and left, I acted pretty drunk and still flirty. Wallking there you pass a park, and when we did the guy who had cornered me in the hallway earlier, he said he really had to pee right away, so we walked into the park so that he could runt into the bushes and pee or whatever. While he walked around a tree or something the other guy got closer to me and started kissing me. I kissed him back and we made out a little, which was interrupted by hallway guy coming back. He said something âjokinglyâ about how I was a little slutty for kissing them both, and asked if I didnât want to kiss them both at the same time. I acted a little nervous and laughed and said âno, not really, alright are you read so we can go?â. He grabbed me and pulled me towards him and said âcome on, just a little kissâ. At this point I was so excited cause I felt like âomfg itâs happeningâ but also getting a little nervous for real. I said âokay, one little kissâ and kissed him again, but when I pulled away from the kiss he pulled me back and kissed me harder and deeper. I started pushing him away, but couldnât quite get him off. His hands found their way inside my shirt, my jacket was already open and he pulled at my breast. I finally got my lips away from his and told him to stop it, that it wasnât funny. He said âyes, it if, come on, letâs have some funâ and pushed my jacket off me and pulled down my tights and underwear. We were standing pretty close to a picnic table, and he pulled me there and pushed me backwards down on it so that I was laying flat on my back. He stood in between my legs and had his whole upper body weighing down on mine, kissing my neck and breasts, pulling them out of my bra and biting on my nipples. This went pretty quickly, and I just kind of froze but then I started saying âplease, stop, I will kiss you if you want toâ and tried to push him off.Â
His friends who I had almost forgotten came up next to me and I looked at him and pleaded with him to get his friend to stop. While inside I was screaming continue pretty much. But the friend just grabbed my arms and pulled them up, holding them down above my head so that I couldnât push the guy standing between my legs. The guy between my legs then proceeded with pulling down my tights instead and pushed my skirty up around my waist. He grabbed one leg and pulled of my shoe and tights and underwear so that my legs werenât constrained by the tights and underwear anymore. Then he took his fingers and slid his fingers between my lips and laughed and said âthe fucking whore is wetâ. His friend laughed too. He pushed his fingers inside me pretty roughly and finger fucked me with a few strokes. He stopped and I could hesr him starting to undo his pants, I angled my head down as much as I could and saw him pulling out his cock, which was obviously hard. He put it against my opening and kind of went in just a little with the tip a few times and then he thrust into me completely. I sort of half-screamed and leaned forward and put his hand on my mouth and started fucking me. He wasnât huge, but more than enough to fill me up. It hurt a little when he thrust into the bottom of my cunt but it felt so good too. He was laying down on my upper body with his mouth right above my ear and he almost whispered about what a tight pussy I had and how great it felt to fuck me. After a few minutes he pulled back a little and put up my legs on his shoulders and started fucking me again. A little while later his friend told him to not cum in me before he had gone, so they switched places and turned me so that I was bent over the table laying on my stomach instead with my legs down on the ground.Hallway guy sat on the table right in front of my face and made me take his cock in my mouth while his friends started fucking me from beind and holding my arms behind my back. I moaned pretty loudly and I donât know if they interpreted it as pleasure or pain, but either way they laughed when I did and he just fucked me harder. I was so close to cumming, if they would have just grazed my clit I probably would have too.
Hallway guy was pushing his cock pretty deep down my throat. Normally I can relax and get it down, but I donât know if itwas because of everything going on my rihgt then I just couldnât and kept gagging, which he grunted was so hot and then he came in my mouth right after. His friend let go of my arms and grabbed my hips and just really fucked me so hard and fast for a short while until he pushed in really deep and shot his load into my pussy which was throbbing. He pulled out and I just stayed on the table, mindblown. The friend then threw me my jacket and I snapped back to the moment. I felt unsure of what to do and slowly got up and pulled down my skirt and started pulling on and up my tights. Hallway guy came up to me and showed me his phone, he had a few pictures of me where his friend was fucking me. After he (hallway guy) came he had snapped some photos, which I hadnât noticed at all. My face was clearly visible in it and he said something like âIâll keep these to myself if you keep this to yourselfâ. He wasnât really mean or aggressive about it, just stating how it was. I just nodded and they left quickly. I went home, my pussy ached for like 2-3 days and I have used up an unknown amount of batteries for my vibrator as I canât stop myself from thinking about it and cumming.
I really hadnât meant to obviously, but I had accidentally left a video on my lap top of me using a hair brush on my self that Iâd made for my boyfriend. I didnât even think about it when my step father had asked to use my lap top. And I honestly didnât even remember it at all. Not even after catching his eye brow raises at me. Iâd  definitely felt a different vibe from him over the next few days, and I brushed off the several lip lickings heâd done while looking at me while sitting at the dinner table, or on the couch while watching tv with him and my mom.
It wasnât until my mom got called into work three nights later and it was just me and him at home on the couch watching tv.
As the movie we were watching went to commercial he looked over at me.
âWhat?â I said furrowing my eyebrows looking at him, wondering why he was staring.
He smirked. ânothing at all.â
âWhatâs that look for then?â I asked.
âJust thinking.â he said. Â
I rolled my eyes. âAbout?â
He seemed annoyed by my eye roll as he sat up straight from slouching on the couch.
âAbout whether or not a hair brush is all youâve ever had in your pussyâ he said bluntly.
I sat up straight now. âExcuse me, ..what?â
He laughed. âSee, here I thought..you had done it on purposeâ he said.
âdone what on purpose?â I said, I remembered the video I had made, but wasnât sure how he knew about it, and then it hit me.
âShitâ I said.
He laughed.
âYou werenât supposed to see that.â I said, then I thought about and got a little angry. âwaitâŠYou watched it?!â
He laughed. âWell, I didnât know it was you at firstâŠ.not till after you came, and you knowâŠâ he said laughing and I felt embarrassed. I knew what he meant, he didnât know it was me because it started as the close up of my pussy , and after I came iâd shown myself sucking my juices off the handle of the brush, and licking it.
âOh my god..â I said putting my head in my hands.
âI thought you left it on there on purpose, I thought you wanted me to see it or something.â he said with another laugh.
âWhy would I want you to see that?!â I yelled looking at him, I was mortified.
He shrugs. âdont knowâŠI know how hormones are at your age..figured you were trying to seduce meâ he laughed again.
I scoffed. âAugh gross.â I glared at him.
He laughed. âHeyâŠâ he said acting offended as he held his hand to chest. âDont hurt my feelings now.â
âDid you tell my mom?â I asked him in a panic.
âPfft, absolutely not..and Iâm not going toâŠdonât worry miss porn starâŠyour secret is safe with meâŠâ he said teasing me.
âAughâ I said. âthis is so fucking embarrassingâ I said holding my face in my hands again.
âmehâŠâ he said. âNot that big of a dealâŠwe can just act like i never saw it..â
âyeah right..â I said looking at him.
He grinned. â Youâre rightâŠitâs going to be pretty hard to forget.â
I glared at him. âShut up..itâs not funnyâ
He shook his head. âOh Iâm not jokingâŠ.canât really forget something like thatâŠâ
I sighed, and felt sick. My own step father had seen my pussy. Not only that but saw me fucking it with my hair brush. Saw my putting said hairbrush in my mouth and sucking it afterwards. I swore to myself at that moment Id never take another video, another nude ever again. My boyfriend would have to deal with it.
âIf it makes you feel any better, it was really fucking sexyâ he said.
I glared at him again and gave him a look. âWHY would that make me feel better, and DONâT BE GROSS!â I exclaimed. Â âyouâre my STEP FATHER!â
He shrugged. âBut Iâm still a man. And I just meantâŠwhoever the video was meant for, will enjoy itâŠi meanâŠ.made my dick hardâ he shrugged.
âGross!â I said.
He laughed. âWhat? Was that not your intention, to make someones dick hard?â
âNot YOURS!â I yelled.
âWell sorry, like I said, didnât even know it was you at firstâŠso..yeahâŠmy dick got hard.â he threw his hands up. âIâm a man for fucks sakeâŠeven after i realized it was you , the shit stayed hard as a rock.â
âStop it! Gross! Stop! I donât want to hear that!â I yelled shaking my head. âoh my godâŠso gross.â
âguess I shouldnât tell you I watched it more than once then, huh?â he laughed slightly.
I was fuming. This was NOT funny. âWhat?! You did what?â
âOh yeah..â he grinned and laughed. âWatched it about five more timesâŠyou really know how to work a guy up.â he said looking at me.
âDisgustingâ I said.
He looked at me. âSent it to my email tooâŠ.watched the next day, the nextâŠa few times this morningâŠâ he said.
âStop it!â I said at first thinking he was teasing me. and watched him pull his phone out of his pocket and then tap the screen a few times and then turned the screen towards me. I gasped when I saw my video on his phone, the start of the video, my hair brush inside of my cunt, and the play button on the middle of the frozen screen.
âOh my god! Delete that ! right now!â I screeched as I got up and lunged over the couch for his phone. He laughed holding it up in the air , my hands causing him to drop the phone behind him on the floor behind the couch.
âOh come onâŠdonât take away the best spank bank material ive had in yearsâ he said laughing as I tried to crawl over him and off the couch, but he grabbed me aggressively and pulled me back over his lap, his hands quickly smacking my ass through my leggings.
âOw! What the fuck!â I yelled as I tried to push myself up as he laid me over his lap, holding me back down and smacking my ass again, harder. âwhat the fuck are you doing! Let me go!â I yelled as his hand then went between my legs and pushed against my cunt through my pants, grabbing it, rubbing it.
âFucking quit it!â I squirmed more, seriously trying to get up, and then his hands leaving my cunt to assist his other hand in holding me down over his lap.
âthat shit looked so fucking wetâ he said shaking me as if to command me to hold still. âlet me make it drip just like it did in your little video, hmm?â he said with a growl as he shook me again as I continued to squirm, slapping my ass , what felt like as hard as he could.
âyouâre sick!, fucking stop !â I yelled.
âIf youâre fucking yourself with hairbrushes baby, youâve gotta be desperate â he said and pushed his hand back over my pussy grabbing it.
âyou need a few fingers in that tight little thing donât you?â he laughed and growled at the same time and I felt his fingers push hard against my pussy, rubbing me.
âNo i dont! I said.
âI think you fucking doâ he said, and I felt his hand go right down the back of my pants and back between my legs, and he pushed his fingers up and down my pussy, between my lips, pushing my thong panty into my cunt. âTake these fucking pants off, and your little thongâ he growled. As his hand slid out of my pants and started to push them down, I squirmed getting away off the couch, but only helped him to pull off my pants as I crawled away from him. Feeling his hand grab , scratching at my lower back and he grabbed the back of my thong, ripping it as he pulled at it. I screamed as he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me back to him, my back to him as I squirmed against him, putting my legs straight and pushing the heels of my foot against the floor, making my whole body stiff, trying to make it hard for him to hold me, as I rocked side to side, trying to get out of his hold.
âLet me fucking go!â I said, as he laughed at how mad and frustrated I was getting.
âYou need to calm down and let daddy dip his fingers in that sweet little pussy..â he growled in my ear. and I snarled and shook my head.
âNo!â I said âLet me GO!â
He chuckled and raised his hand to my throat, the other wrapped tightly around me as he growled into my ear.
âIâll tell your mother all about your little porn video youâre sending to you boyfriendâŠand ill post that shitâŠall over the fucking internetâŠim sure good ole grandpa would love to see his sweet angel being a whore when I send it to him on Facebookâ he laughed.
âyou wouldnt fucking do that!â I challenged.
âTo get my fingers in that pussyâŠIâd do just about anythingâ he said, and the way he had said it, I believed him.
âDonât know why youâre even fighting itâŠyou know itâs going to feel goodâŠyou know your pussy is going to love having my fingers inside it..â he laughed as he held me back against him, holding my face now with one hand, his other reaching down, rubbing my pussy, all four fingers just pressed against my pussy lips, massaging my pussy, my clit. I whimpered in disgust, whimpered because even though I didnât want it, of course it felt good anyways.
âI hate youâ I seethed.
He laughed. âI know.â
âSo much so..â he said as he slid his fingers down, letting one of them push between my pussy lips and near my hole. â that youâre already fucking wet.â he said as he pushed it into my wetness and dragged it back up to my clit rubbing it. I squirmed.
âlittle hair brush fuckerâŠâ he teased me and continued to rub my clit in little circles, still squirming to slightly protest, trying to let him know I didnât want this, even though the more he did it, the more it was harder for me to believe I didnât.
I squealed as he quickly grabbed my legs flipping them up holding his one arm under my knees, holding my legs up as his hands rubbed my ass and smacked my cunt. I jumped as I sat curled almost into a ball.
âtime to make all the hair brushes in the house jealous.. â he said as his hand then reached back to my pussy and his finger rubbed against my hole.
I hated the teasing remarks he made about the hair brush, but I gasped slightly as his finger teased my hole.
âMmmmâ he laughed slightly. âgood little hair brush fuckerâŠâ he said.
âshut up..â I said as I panted and bit my lip as he continued to tease me. I whimpered, hating myself , wondering if I should put up a fight again.
He laughed and the tip of his finger pushed inside and made me squirm as he held me curled up.
âmmmâŠâ he said sliding his finger in and listening to me curse.
âoh fuckâ I whimpered as his finger sunk into me.
âWe should make our own little video..â he groaned. âShow your boyfriend how your step daddy fingers that pussy?â
I said nothing , and did nothing but moan as he began to fuck my pussy with his finger, my hands curling, grabbing onto his pants.
âMake a bunch of videos of me putting all sorts of things inside that pussyâŠwould you like thatâŠI bet you would..â he groaned and I moaned.
âSo fucking tight, I wonder what we can fit in here.. â he said groaning as we both listened to the sound of my pathetic cunt, soaking wet, being fingered.
âMmmm sounds even wetter than it did in the videoâ he groaned. âDo my fingers get you wetter than that fucking hair brush?â he growled.
I whimpered and felt my pussy squeeze itself, I wanted more, I wanted it faster, I wanted him to make me cum just like I did on my hairbrush.
âYesâ I answered his question.
âMmmmmmâ he groaned. âYou need more fingers.â he said, skipping over just two and adding three, I moaned out loudly and panted as he started to drive them into me.
âoh fuckâ I yelped as my whole body was shaking with the force his hand was giving his three fingers as they fucked me.
âI think you need to let me record my fingers fucking your little pussy, show you off to all the guys at work, theyâll be jealous knowing what a little slut of a step daughter i haveâ he growled. âshow them how wet your teenage pussy gets, how fucking tight, that you can barely handle three fingersâ he groaned shoving them in harder, and throwing me to the side onto my back , and getting up on his knees on the couch between my legs looking down at me. I watched him undo his belt buckle.
âItâs no hair brushâ he said, as he grinned taking out his hard cock, stroking it, so proud of all his hair brush teasing. He looked thick, and his dick looked painful, bigger than any of my boyfriends for sure.
He grabbed my phone off the table, and I didnât stop him as he pressed record, pointing the camera at my face.
âYour girl just let me finger her pussyâŠget it real nice and fucking wetâŠâ he pushed my legs apart further and lowered the camera, with one hand and pushed two fingers back into me, fucking me again, fast, making sure that the camera would pick up the sounds of my wet cunt, I could feel it dripping, and I moaned, arching my back, cursing as his fingers curled inside me.
âIâm about to make your bitch cum all over her step daddys dickâŠâ he said. âher hair brush if off duty todayâŠhope you enjoy watching me fill her pussy up with my dickâŠ.and putting a  nice big load in that cuntâŠâ he said slapping his cock on my pussy, making sure the camera panned in closer as the head of his cock pushed against my hole.
âtell the camera you want daddy to put it in youâ he said pointing the camera back at me.
I bit my lip, as I arched my back in anticipation my ass lifting from the couch.
love the idea of my tiny body being used to teach sex ed đ”âđ«đ”âđ« pulling me to the front of the class and ripping off my shirt like a dumb object. groping my chest while explaining breast development, pulling up my skirt so students can watch me slowly get wet. teacher setting me on his laps with my legs spread wide towards the class, his thick cock starting to rail me as he explains sex and reproduction. my tight virgin cunt squeezing pathetically while he rubs my aching clit, panting in front of my classmates, feeling a load of cum release deep inside me
teacher wants me to teach all the classes in the school, and even the other teachers! i'm a really good teachers pet and sex ed model apparently
Imagine getting to know a bunch of older men and they invite you out to their favorite dive bar to officially induct you into their little friend group. They're a little more old-school: a mix of leather daddies, bears, and generally hairy, burly, masculine guys, but they love having you around even if you don't fit their usual model of attraction. It doesn't matter to them that you're a dyke; you're just friends, after all. And you love how they don't hold anything back with you; they make you feel accepted, just like one of the guys, clapping you on the shoulder, making raunchy jokes with you, getting you nice and tipsy off whiskey and beer.
You're having a great time, shooting some pool with your new friends, until you bend all the way over to line up your shot... and a couple of them quickly step up on either side of you, pull the pool cue out of your hands, and pin your wrists against the soft green felt. That warm haze from the liquor is instantly replaced with cold fear as you start to struggle, to panic, but you're no match for their thick, hairy arms as they hold you firmly in place. You feel someone else step up behind you, their strong hands on your hips, pushing you up against the table so you have nowhere to go. Your voice fails you as all you can do is stammer and look up at their grinning faces, silently pleading with them, holding onto some slim hope that maybe this is just a prank. Your thrashing starts to grow weaker as you realize with horror that they planned this, that every eye in the bar is now quietly watching you, waiting to see what will happen next, and you understand that they're not going to be convinced... there's only one way out of this for you.
The man behind you bends down over you and purrs in your ear. "Shh-shh-shh... hey, don't worry about it, man... we do this to all the guys sooner or later... it's just our fun little rite of passage. You do want to be one of the guys, don't you? We've all been really looking forward to it... it's rare for us to get along so well with someone who has a cunt, and all the boys are super excited to get to feel it."
You feel his hands reach around and start to unbutton your jeans, and you want to scream, to kick, to bellow and plead, but instead, like a deer in the headlights, you freeze. There's too much adrenaline rushing through you, those big, beefy arms holding you down are just too powerful... ultimately, you're just a helpless piece of meat for them, with no choice but to take whatever they give you.
He pulls your jeans and boxers all the way down at once, and lets out a whistle at what he sees. He grips one of your ass cheeks in each hand and takes his thumbs and uses them to spread your hairy cunt for them all to marvel at. It's embarrassing, humiliating, degrading, and what's even worse (better?) is the way they act, keeping up that jovial atmosphere, cracking jokes without a trace of cruelty in their voices. It's fucking with your head... you should be feeling violated, disgusted, traumatized, but there's a part of you deep down that feels a twinge of pride... they're talking about you like you're nothing more than a communal toy, a prized possession, their favorite little masturbation tool, as opposed to a helpless dyke who's about to be gang raped. You want to push those thoughts away, but they keep coming back to you: you're going to make your new friends feel so good...
When you hear the sound of his belt unbuckling behind you, and that fear starts to mix with unwanted arousal, he lets out a little chuckle at your involuntary whimper. "Look at that... you're wet already. I might not even have to use lube..." You burn with embarrassment as you feel his fat cock tumble out and land on your ass, and you realize that he's right... you're getting soaked, and knowing that his rapidly swelling member is going to be stretching you out in a matter of seconds is only turning you on further.
When his tip nestles in between your lips and starts to press forward, and you let out a yelp as your wrists and hips futilely thrash around, you realize you're not fighting back as hard as you used to. You're putting on a performance for them as much as you are for yourself... you don't want to admit how much you like it, but you also want to make sure your new guy friends are getting as much enjoyment as possible out of their brand new toy... and it's only a matter of time before you can't hide the telltale signs of arousal, or hold back the moans in your throat that so desperately want to break free...
When he starts fucking into you, grabbing you by the hips and sliding in and out of your swollen cunt, there's no savage or animalistic character to his thrusting: he really is just using your body to jack off, to release all his pent up stress, pumping into you rhythmically as he grunts, until he finally presses himself balls deep inside you and lets out an erratic groan as you feel him twitch, and feel the unmistakable flood of warmth inside you. He lets out a loud sigh and pulls out as your cunt attempts to clench around him and pull him back in, and you feel his hot cum drip out of you and onto your boxers where they lay between your ankles.
After he catches his breath, he gives your ass a playful smack. "Daaamn, he's tight... you fellas gotta try this, pussy feels totally different." He looks down at the mess he made of you, and lets out a sheepish laugh as you lay there, panting, your head spinning, that pleasurable aching sensation pulsing in your cunt, as you try to mentally and physically prepare yourself for what's still to come. "Well, I'd been planning on having us all pull out, but fuck, I just couldn't help myself... I guess it doesn't matter now, does it? Who wants next?"
I've kept this ask in my askbox for so long because, honestly, I think it might be my new favorite orientation play post/fantasy. There's so many layers to this that I honestly really love.
Part of what I love so much of it is how much of the boundary breaking is just so subtle and easy to forgive or overlook, at least in the beginning. They're older gay guys, so even if they smack my ass or joke about getting me to suck them off, it doesn't really phase me. They do that with each other all the time, and they're very understanding when I explain that I'm a butch lesbian. It feels good to be included with them-- I look up to them, admire them for being community elders, ask them for advice about leather and kink and relationships.
I can imagine how the plan starts to form, slowly. One of them gets it out of me that I like to bottom, teasing me and noting the way I get flushed when I explain that I've got a thing for other butches. They encourage me to go on T, coach me through it when I complain about how horny it's making me. A few even ask me about my clit, under the pretense of just learning more about the effects of the HRT, and no matter how much I squirm I answer their questions. After all, we're just trying to be open with one another, and maybe some of their questions are invasive... but we're all friends, right?
Slowly they start working me up to taking me to the bar. Using more masculine terms to refer to me, wheedling it out of me that I like being called a good boy in bed. Coaxing me into the men's room with them when we go out, promising to cover me if things go bad, sharing subtle glances and grins with one another when I come out of the stall and walk past the urinals, blushing. I like to imagine the private group chats, the hushed conversations, the low whispers. There's no malice in it. They're my friends. They wouldn't be doing this if they didn't like me. But at the end of the day, they're experienced enough to know a boy who needs an introduction to good, raw, cock when they see one-- no matter how much he cries about being a dyke.
Once the door shuts behind me in that bar, it's all over, even if I don't know it yet. Everyone there's been specially invited. The door locks, the bartender eyes me with a friendly yet secretive smile. There's a sense of anticipation in the air, even if I can't tell, every man in the room imagining what it will be like to get a taste of cunt from me.
By the time I'm bent over the pool table, jeans and boxers around my ankles and stained with cum, it's already over for me. My cunt is sore and aching, the crowd around me a blur of noise and motion as the first man who fucked me shows off the goods to the guys around him. I can barely listen, over my own drunken shame and arousal, only catching brief snippets-- how I'm such a good fuck, how tight my cunt is, how the pictures of my cunt stretched out around his cock look (pictures? they took pictures?), and hey I want to be a good boy for everyone, right?
After that first man, like you described, I can only imagine how the rest of the rape would go. Maybe this is something they do with everyone, or maybe that's just a lie they tell me to try and calm me down. I love the way it'd be a little bit different for each man. Some of the bears might be more gentle, rubbing my back or stomach to soothe me as I sob from the pain of their fat cocks splitting me open. Others might be more rough, pinning me against a wall or bouncing me on their lap as their balls slap against my clit, surrounding me in strong, soft flesh and hair and musk, grunting in my ear about how long they've been waiting for this, and doesn't it feel good to take it like a man?
The leather daddies could tie me up, collar me, leash me. Grind the sole of their boot into my fucked out cunt, laughing at the way I spill cum all over myself as my hips twitch and hump against them. They pour shots into my mouth every time I bark like a dog, forcing their hands and fingers down my throat to make sure I swallow. One steadily fucks my cunt as another teaches me how to take his cock down my throat. Every time I try to pull back my ass is slapped, and in the end it's sore and aching too.
Every man wants something different from my body, and in the end I'm powerless to stop them. But there's two constants-- the first being that they never fuck my ass. Even at the height of the gangrape, when they're trying to see if they can get two cocks up my cunt at once, my ass remains largely untouched except for a few fingers here and there. Maybe they had some sort of unspoken agreement, or maybe they were just all so eager to see my cunt twitch and break around them that they had no interest in it. The other is that, despite the depravity, they're all encouraging. Oh, they make fun of me for the things I'm willing to do, humiliate me for my actions. But there's praise in equal turns-- for how good I'm being, that this is what I needed, that I'm doing them a favor and my cunt feels so good.
By the end of the night, I'm fully broken. It doesn't make sense anymore. I am-- was? -- a butch dyke, but as I am carried back to the car to be driven home, I can't help but think that maybe they're right. After a night spent cumming on the cocks of all the men present at the bar, it doesn't seem like a good idea to go back to being a dyke anymore. After all, my new friends seemed to love giving me all the attention.
The next day I awake in my own bed, jeans half pulled up my legs, my boots discarded on the floor, topless. I shift and realize that my boxers are gone. I scramble for my phone and find a text message-- the first man who raped me's cock wrapped around my torn rainbow boxers, stained with cum.
"Hope you had a good time. Boys and I are planning an encore next week. I'll pick you up."
I can't bring myself to respond. But when his truck pulls up in front of the house next week, I slink out and climb into the cab, refusing to meet his eyes. He just laughs, and gropes me through my jeans as he makes a call.
"Yeah, he's coming. Nah, we don't need condoms. Don't worry-- I'm sure his cunt will be just as tight as it was last time."
Today Iâm fantasizing about⊠jerking off to porn in my room with headphones on when an intruder breaks in. He finds me with a vibrator to my clit, watching cnc videos. He surprises me and tapes me to my chair with my mouth covered, leaving my headphones on and the porn playing. My pussy is warm, wet, and ready after all the edging Iâve done. His cock is huge and gets hard as he smacks it against my excited clit. Terrified, but still soaking and needy, I moan behind the tape as he slides inside my aching cunt. I hear the girl in the video getting fucked as my intruder fucks me. His cock is hot and so much bigger than anything Iâve had inside me. He splits me open hard, my dripping pussy letting him be as rough as he wants. I hear the girl in the video begging, then moaning as her captor covers her mouth and pounds into her. Mine buries his cock inside me, grabs my vibrator, and places it on my clit. Immediately my hips start rolling into his, fucking him against my will. He edges me, getting me shivering and moaning and then pulling the toy away and pounding my needy pussy. Again and again, until finally letting me cum on his huge cock. I wail behind the tape, uncontrollably shaking and squirting and clenching at him. Tears spill down my face. I hear the man in the video threatening the girl with his load. And as I keep cumming, the intruder cums inside me. Fucking three huge hot ropes inside me, and pulling out to cover my pussy in thick cum. He looks at his mess for a moment, catching his breath. Takes a photo of me still taped to the chair, pussy dripping with his cum. Then places my vibrator in place and tapes it down, watching me tremble and struggle not to cum again. He ransacks my room for valuables and leaves me taped to the chair, cumming over and over again until the charge in my toy runs out.
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