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I need someone to rape my throat and then start grunting as they slam my head to the base. It hurts but at least it means I'll get at least a short break, which makes me relax a little. Only for the panic to come rushing back as I realize that they aren't cumming, they're pissing directly down my throat. Desperately swallowing that disgusting liquid hoping I can keep from drowning on their urine
Messy is beautiful
a father feeling guilty, balls deep in their kid's hole, raping it relentlessly, wet skin slapping sounds mixing with their kid's uncontrollable sobbing, feeling so terrible, almost to the point where it's too much for them to handle. they made their kid, they shouldn't be doing this to them.
and then it clicks.
you made them, it's your kid, this is why you had them, you realize it now, that this is why you wanted to become a dad, to love your kid in a special way that not many people understand. and thereâs nothing wrong with that, how could anyone say a fatherâs purest form of love is wrong?
excitedly bouncing up n down while asking daddy if we can try kissing like i see grown ups kiss on tv n being met with a warm chuckle followed by "sure kiddo" as they sit on the couch and pat their lap for me to hop onto. climbing on top n wrapping my arms around my daddy's neck n beginning to clumsily press my lips against their's n lick at their mouth, until daddy starts to laugh, making me pull back in confusion. "did i do it wrong dada?" a soft smile touches their face. "no angel, but you're just a kid, so how about daddy shows you how grown ups kiss, hm?" immediately nodding n starting to say, "yes please dad-" when i get cut off by their lips crashing down onto mine, their scruff scratching my little face n feeling their adult tongue rape my mouth.
you love your dad even if he's so weird sometimes. like how often when you're sitting together he does that thing where he pulls his peepee out and plays with it so it gets all big, and he plays and plays until this white stuff comes out. sometimes he gasps and moans a bit too but he always tells you not to mind him, that it's just something dads need to do now and again and you shouldn't let it bother you, you should keep watching the show or playing your game or whatever. lately though you've felt a burning in your tummy every time he does it and it's getting distracting and you kinda want to tell him... it's not that it bothers you. you just wonder if you can help somehow.
dad slowly stepping into kiddo's room late at night, listening carefully to make sure he's still asleep. reaching his hand into his pants and grinding it against his already slick tdick as he watches his little boy's chest rise and fall. telling himself he's just going to stand there and watch.
but before he knows it, he's kneeling on the end of his son's bed, slowly sliding a hand up his thigh, pulling his cock through the opening in his loose sweatpants. "just a taste," he tells himself, grinding into his own palm as he takes his kiddo's soft cock into his mouth.
dad struggles to keep himself from moaning as he feels his little boy slowly get hard in his sleep. soon enough, his son's hips are twitching and he's letting out quiet little moans. dad wonders what he's dreaming about now.
his son's bucking hips begin to move with more urgency as dad sucks him through his wet dream. dad's moaning too, now, losing control as he shoves a couple fingers inside of his cunt, desperate to put his tcock in his little boy's mouth.
his son wakes as he cums, crying out for his dad as he spills out over his hands.
curious son fondling dad while hes passed out drunk on the couch>>
getting an understanding on what makes him feel good based on those sweet little noises he lets out every time you grip his bulge just right or cup his ass in your handâŠtrying your damndest to be inconspicuous as you trail your tiny hands all over his body.. taking advantage of just how out of it he is !! and the next day he wakes up with his boxers tugged down his hips further than he remembers putting em on but he shrugs it off âcause his headâs killing him and youâre already right there with tylenol & a bottle of water
Dad getting me one of thoae huge 5' teddy bears just to find me with my legs wrapped around its thighs gasping as I grind the fur against my slowly soaking underwear, the bear smelling suspiciously like his cologne
thinking a lot lately about really gross corruptive sex where u teach me about my body in soft reassuring coos and get excited for me while i have my first orgasm like awww good job baby
dad teaching his shy, inexperienced son how to kiss. son is in his lap, flushed and mumbling. he keeps trying to turn his face away, but dad is having none of it and grabs his face hard and pulls him in. donât you want to know how real men do it? son is so embarrassed that heâs got tears in his eyes, but dad can feel heâs starting to kiss back, pushing his tongue out against dadâs. he gets a little braver, grinding down against dadâs bulge, making little sounds into his mouth. there we go, thatâs my fucking boy.
Youngest son is bouncing in the passenger seat. Heâs finally, FINALLY, going on a camping trip with dad. Itâs always dad and his older brother, heâs never allowed to tag along. But now dadâs taking him and his dumb big brother gets to stay home! Heâs so excited he doesnât think anything of it when dad keeps a hand on his thigh the whole time.
He does think itâs weird dad only brought one big sleeping bag.
âKid, weâre men. Itâs fine. Me and your brother share all the time.â
That shuts him up. He doesnât want to complain, doesnât want dad to regret bringing him instead.
But then dadâs hands are sliding under his shirt and down his underwear. He squirms and whines when dad presses a finger inside him.
âDadâŠwhat are you doing?â
âShhhh. Me and your brother do this all the time too.â He starts sweet, cooing comforts. But as his son struggles more he gets rougher, pins him face down and slams his cock inside him. âQuit it you brat! Your brother doesnât fucking whine like this, heâs a good boy. He takes dadâs cock and he doesnât complain. Maybe I shouldâve brought him instead.â
That gets him to stop fighting so much. He starts to go limp. He doesnât want his dad to favor his big brother, he can do all the things he can! He can, really! It still hurts, and heâs still crying, but heâs not struggling anymore. He spreads his legs wider, whimpering at the burn inside him.
âGood boy. Thatâs my boy. Just take dadâs cock, youâre doing so fucking good. Keep this up and youâll be the one coming on these trips more often.â
âdaddy what are you doing?â sleepy mumbles as you feel hands press into your sides, sliding down your tummy and groping you before moving down. âshh baby, iâm just playing. keep watching your show.â fingers toying with the waistband of your pretty panties, daddy said itâs okay to wear them if they make you feel nice. âbut nobody is supposed to touch me there⊠itâs private.â you sound panicked now, wiggling in dadâs arms. âshh sweet boy. nothing is private from daddy. no secrets, remember?â he presses a kiss to your head, hands gripping you firmly, fingers digging into your soft flesh. âjust be a good boy, daddy wants to play.â you bite your lip, still feeling unsure but relax into his arms anyway. dad loves you so much, surely he knows best. right? his fingers finally explore under your panties, and he coos at how wet and warm you are already. âmy messy boy. itâs okay, dad will take the tingles away.â you canât remember if you ever try to protest again, the haze of his fingers on your little dick, feeling him stretch your little cunt around his fingers. does it even matter if you said no? heâs your dad. he knows whatâs good for you. and besides, he did make the tingles go awayâŠ