An older well-dressed business woman bouncing her adorable daughter in a frilly little dress in her lap on a park bench except you look closer and the daughter is actually red in the face riding the woman's fingers in broad daylight
soft, playful touches between two people who really shouldn't. accidentally brushing their hands against one another, stepping a little too closely when they pass behind each other's backs.
the tension. the aching.
being left alone with each other on rare occasions only leads to further games. one sitting on a counter or table in front of the other, legs crossed all prettily, settling themselves right where the other is standing. the other's fingers brush ever so delicately up their leg, maybe caressing the inside of their thigh, right above their knee, before coming back down.
they won't do much more than flirt for weeks, but you must understand that the very moment someone breaks, it's over. the second one gets too drunk and embraces their newfound courage, when the other does something they simply cannot resist, they will find themselves wrapped up in each other's arms for nights at a time.
Mmm, that's it. Let your mind break as I pump my cock in and out of you. God, staring into your blank eyes gets me so worked up.
You're pussy is so tight, I'm about to cum.
Mmmm, yes. You like that thought of me cumming deep inside your unprotected pussy, don't you. You can't lie to me. I felt your pussy clenching, pulsing.
I'm cumming, yes, keep milking my cock just like that.
Hopefully, this time, I knocked you up. I can't wait to have a new toy to play with.
Seeing my cum leak out of you is making my cock hard again. Hopefully, you're not too broke for round 2.
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This is role play between consenting adults. I do not condone this in real life.
Plot Twist. You’re hunched over your laptop, fingers flying across the keys, lost in a messy tangle of your own thoughts. You've been spilling out a chaotic little confession you’d never dare say aloud. Daddy’s presence behind you doesn’t even register, his shadow falls over your shoulder, but you’re too deep in your own head to notice. Lately, your feelings for him have been clawing their way up, hot and restless, and this is your outlet. Writing smut. It’s not like you’d ever do it — you know, fuck him, cross that line, feel his cock for real. That’d be a disaster, an unthinkable mess. But typing it out? That’s safe.
Your latest sentence stares back at you, “...and daddy slid a finger up my pussy, and I came hard, and he growled ‘what a naughty kitten you are’ in my ear.” Okay fine, it’s not exactly Shakespeare. It's not exactly good, either. The words trip over each other, clumsy and raw, but they’re yours, and that's what matters. You chew your lip, debating if “pussy” is the vagina word you're going with this time, when a familiar voice cuts through your thoughts.
“What’s this, huh?” Daddy’s tone is teasing, warm, close enough that his breath brushes your neck. Nooooooooooooooo. Heat floods your face, adrenaline pumping like you’ve been caught with your hand in the biggest cookie jar imaginable. He’s reading it. Oh god, he’s reading it. Your smut. Your stupid, horny, Daddy obsessed fantasy. You slam the laptop shut, but it’s too late. He chuckles, soft and deep, and leans even closer. “Is that how you feel about me, kitten?”
You can’t look at him. Your heart’s hammering, a wild thing trapped in your ribs, and your mouth goes dry. “I - it’s just a story,” you mumble, barely audible, staring at the closed laptop like it might save you. “It doesn't mean anything.”
“Are you sure?” His voice dips, playful but edged with something heavier, something that makes your stomach flip. He slides a hand onto your shoulder and turns you to face him. His eyes are locked on yours, searching, a little amused, a little hungry. “If you really want me like that… maybe we could try. Just once. See if it’s as good as you’re imagining.”
Your brain short circuits. This can't be happening. He’s tugging you up from the chair, guiding you to the couch with that easy confidence he’s always had. You’re trembling, not from fear but from the sheer want that’s been festering in you for too long. He sits you down, knees nudging yours apart, and grins. “C’mon, naughty kitten. Let’s play.”
He starts slow, peeling your shirt up and tossing it aside like it’s nothing. His hands roam your skin — calloused fingertips dragging down your neck, dipping lower, tracing the edge of your bra before he unhooks it with a flick. You’re breathing too fast, dizzy with it, and he notices. “Nervous?” he murmurs, lips brushing your ear. “Don’t be. Daddy’s got you.”
That word — Daddy — hits you with a thud, and you whimper, helpless. He chuckles again, sliding your shorts down, leaving you bare and squirming under his gaze. “Look at you,” he says, “Already so needy. Been thinking about this a while, huh?” His fingers tease along your inner thigh, feather light, maddening, until they brush that special place. “Oh, kitten. You’re soaked.”
He doesn’t rush it. He takes his time, stroking you open, one finger slipping inside just like you wrote — except this is real, and it’s so much sharper, so much more. Your hips jerk, chasing the pressure, and he hums approvingly. “That’s it. Take it all in.” A second finger joins the first, curling just right, and you’re gone. Your pussy clenches around him, a broken little moan spilling out as you finish way too fast. He doesn’t stop, though, just keeps moving, drawing it out until you’re shaking.
“Naughty little thing,” he teases, pulling his hand free and licking his fingers clean while you watch, dazed. “Taste as sweet as you look.” He’s undoing his belt now, and your eyes widen — he’s hard, thick, and you’re not sure you can take him, but god, you want to try. He catches your stare and grins. “Don’t worry, kitten. We’ll go slow.”
He eases into you, inch by inch, stretching you until you’re clutching his shoulders, nails digging in. It’s overwhelming, the heat of him, the weight, the way he fills you up. “Fuck,” he mutters, voice strained, “You’re tight. Fuck you feel so good.” He starts moving, steady but deep, and you’re moaning in time with every thrust, legs wrapping around him like you can’t get close enough. He leans down, lips grazing your jaw. “My naughty kitten. Taking Daddy so well.”
It’s not some grand, poetic climax — no, it's messy, desperate, real. You cum again, harder this time, and he follows right after, groaning low as he buries himself deep. You’re both panting as he brushes a sweaty strand of hair from your face, “better than your story?”
I’d love to have a subby little angel sitting on my cock with a full bladder. I’d have them naked for me so I can see and suck on their pretty tits as I slowly guide them on my cock. Their needy whines and begs for me to let them go to the bathroom would be music to my ears. Oh no pretty puppy, if you need to pee you’re going to pee on daddy’s cock. Don’t be embarrassed, trust me, daddy wants this. So let go for me beautiful and piss all over my cock.<3
little sis who sneaks into her big brothers room at night so she can rub her needy cunt against the bulge in his boxers, all while he's still asleep <33
the little difference between "daddy" and "dad" ???
people have definitely talked about this before but fuck. "daddy" is fun. it's teasing, it's safe. some people dislike it, and that's fine. it's not for them.
but "dad" ? an older man between my legs, playing with me, and i whine without thinking, "oh fuck dad, right there." he hesitates to a full stop, fingers fluttering against my cunt, and my face flushes red. i start stuttering out apologizes, saying it was a mistake, that the word caught in my throat, that i meant to say daddy.
and he shushes me all gently, continuing to rub at my clit, saying something about, "it's okay, baby. you want dad to make you feel good ?" and my legs are spread in front of him so he can watch my cunt clench at his words. and i'd whine and shake my head in denial, and he'd tsk and roll my clit between his fingers, watching my back arch and hips try to buck against his hand. "you shouldn't lie to your dad, baby. i'd hate to have to punish you."
and i'd cum far too quickly compared to normal, as if to solidify proof in what i liked. and he'd start making me call him "dad" all the time. he'd wait until i said it in front of people before shoving his tongue down my throat and reaching around to grip my ass in his hand.
I’d pull you onto my lap, holding you still as my fingers slip inside you, my eyes locked on yours, watching every tremble and tear as I take you apart. I wouldn’t stop until you’re crying my name, completely undone, knowing you’re mine in every way.
yearning for being talked through it like, one hand working between my thighs as they look into my hazy eyes and keep asking me if it feels “good?” “yeah?” “gonna cum?” “gonna give it to me?…” "doing so good for me, baby…"keep going… " & praising me when they get a dumb reply😵💫
OR when she says “right there” and he stops and begins to grind into that spot, mock her. “You want me to keep fucking you right there? You like the way my cock feels in that spot huh?I can’t hear you. Speak up for me baby” She can barely speak because of the way he’s pressing inside her.
