Master Asmodeus Realm

No one allowed that is not able to give consent. Read the first post, please.

[maasmodeus]

///No one under 18 years of age\\\\

////////Minors DO NOT interact\\\\\\\

///////////Not suitable for work\\\\\\\\\\

//////////////First rule read to the end\\\\\\\\\\\\\\

Welcome to Master Asmodeus' Realm.

A place where you, the curious and the committed, can explore your hidden desires openly, without judgment, and with full acceptance. What I offer here is for you to embrace or walk away from, my lustful domain.

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Before you step further into my realm, understand this: there are rules here and consequences for those who dare to disobey. I do not tolerate disrespect, and those who attempt to poison or dishonor this space will face my wrath. You will know my name when I bring justice upon you.

The following will NOT be tolerated:

1- No persons under the age of 18 or are unable to give legal consent. The legal age of consent in the United States is 18. No minors are permitted here, nor is any mention, image, or video involving anyone who can not legally consent. This includes those underage, under the influence, or with diminished capacity, as well as animals. Violating this rule will result in immediate removal and reporting. Mercy will not be shown.

2- Respect all tastes and preferences. Feel free to explore and indulge in what excites you, but remember, not everyone shares the same desires. What ignites your passion may not do the same for others, and that’s perfectly fine. Variety is what makes life interesting. Disrespecting another’s preferences or imposing your views uninvited is not acceptable here.

3. Respect everyone. You don't have to agree with, like, or support everything here, but there's no need to voice negativity. If something doesn’t resonate with you, move on. There are plenty of other spaces for those who wish to moralize—this is not one of them.

5. Enjoy yourself and relax, dim the lights, gather your toys and lubricants, and let the experience wash over you. This is a space for you to indulge in your desires, whether alone or with others. Welcome to Master Asmodeus’ Realm, where you are invited to explore the boundaries of pleasure.

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This realm is rooted in the BDSM Lifestyle—Bondage, Discipline, Domination, Submission, Sadism, and Masochism—with a focus on Power Dynamics. Every participant, to the best of my knowledge, is here of their own free will, fully consensual, legal, and with established trust and safety among all involved. I do not claim ownership of any images or videos unless clearly stated. If you own anything posted here and wish for content to be removed, simply ask, and I will respect your request.

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I am honored to be called Master to a select few, but Sir is more than sufficient for those who want to interact. Respect my position as I will respect yours. Anonymity and privacy are paramount for me, and I blend my professional and personal life with my desires carefully. Only a select few within my circle of trust are privy to both sides of my life. Entering this circle requires an extensive background check, a Non-Disclosure Agreement, and a Release of Liability. If you are not willing do not ask.

About your guide Master Asmodeus

I am a 46-year-old hypersexual, heterosexual male, standing 5 foot 10 inches, weighing in at 183 pounds, with blonde hair and blue eyes. I’ve been deeply involved in the BDSM Lifestyle for 24 years, embodying the role of a gentleman Power Dominant. Respectful yet firm, I am secure in my position and do not entertain challenges to my title.

My kink lies in the Power Exchange, being willingly and freely given submission from someone already powerful who deems me worthy of their surrender. They bow to me, and in return, they bow to no one else unless I direct them to so. This type of Dynamic has certainly sparked tension at certain social events.

Master Asmodeus Preferences

I am attracted to biological female partners, though I have no issue and have engaged in some play and session with other types of genders. However, I do not in an intimate manner. My attraction is less about physical appearance and more about attitude. The women I connect have a very high sex drive, with a strong inclination toward full submission, that is respectful, does not create or seek drama, some level of intelligence, and keeps eager to learn grow and develop, be physically and mentally fit and/or works on both, is open and honest with me and themselves. There is no such thing as a perfect person, no need to try to be, but ALWAYS striving to improve.

They should be comfortable and supportive of polyamorous (controled open relationships, swinger), bisexual, and enjoy a range of fetishes, including oral, anal, vaginal, cum, voyeurism, public sex, exhibitionism, cuckqueen and cuckold, sexual objectification, somnophilia, and that enjoys content groping. They should also be masochist at least a mid level for bondage, Impact, sensation play, orgasm control and denial, odaxelagnia (I like to bit), humiliation and praise balanced, vicarphilia or dirty talk, Consensual Non-Consent, olfactophilia of self or others during or after session. Whores, sluts, skanks, fucktoys, cumdumpsters, fleshlights, fuckmeats, fuckmuppets. You are my everything I adore and cherish ♥️.

Master Asmodeus Hard Limits

I do not engage in, support, or condone pedophilia, zoophilia, or anything non-consensual. I will not partake in activities that involve breaking the skin, blood play, or coprophilia. My limits are firm, and they define the boundaries of my interactions.

Master Asmodeus Provides and Does not Provide.

Explore my realm freely, and if you have questions, I encourage you to educate yourself or reach out to me. Ignorance is a choice, and knowledge is power.

Feel free to direct message me, or ask or ask anonymously if you prefer. I’ll do my best to respond in a timely manner, offering insights and advice based on my experiences. Share a story inspired by your direction. However, please dont ask, I am not seeking to own anyone or to keep anyone. I am open to giving advice or training those who are respectful, capable, and show potential.

If you need a "ghost Dom" to keep the less wannabe doms at bay, I am willing to offer that protection with no strings attached, again respectfully, I will not own you! I will only support your journey, growth and knowledge I will in no way fulfill the duties and responsibilities of a fulltime Dom for you. So just I will only provide a name to hide behind and backing to protect that is all!!!!!!!!

To adult entertainers and content creatos:

Please, please hear me!!! I am here to do all I can do to support and endorse your great work, but I do not provide financial contributions, gifts, donations or will exchange them for for physical relationships. I truly respect and completely value all of your hard work talent and skill in what provid to all of us. I understand you need to make money from your amazing craft, I can not provide that to all of you. I do not have the funds to pay out to every beautiful sexy entertainer that I believe deserves it. I would be in debt equal to the national debt. I have wide tastes and likes when it comes to kink and beauty. I have NOTHING but the upmost respect and enjoy you all so much.

If you share images or videos with me, I will not alter them. If you seek anonymity, take care to handle that yourself or clearly state your wishes NOT to post or share.

If you have no age on your account, blank account, or clearly violates my hard limits and you fallow me and I catch you. I will block you if not also report you.

If you made it this far owe a reward for following my first rule.

I have updated and revised my blog to be more to reflect my values and views.

Coming soon!

Tags: To ease your stay that I will fast track you to your desires.

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[scrubs32]

All work no play 😉

[maasmodeus]

Master Asmodeus Realm Post #200

There is something indescribable about those moments when your whore is fully immersed in their role, basking in the pride of their accomplishments and fulfillment of purpose. It is like the calm after a heavy storm at sea. So serene, peaceful, and surreal.

[bayarea-650]

[maasmodeus]

Master Asmodeus Realm Post #199

When your whores want to pass, and you ask them what is the password.

[greytomorrow]

[maasmodeus]

Master Asmodeus Realm Post #198

So I know we just met, but trust me, you are really going to enjoy this.

[dark-jade-green]

[maasmodeus]

Master Asmodeus Realm Post #197

There is something truly remarkable about whores. Even in the way they sleep peacefully, they remain connected and open to their purpose, a radiating an undeniable presence. The deeper they embrace their role, the more desirable they become. Perhaps it is just me, but I truly can not imagine anything more beautiful and breathtaking than a slut fully aligned with their purpose.

[clovers-bed]

[maasmodeus]

Master Asmodeus Realm Post #196

I think a ride-sharing service featuring whores would be a brilliant, especially for social events. They could pick you and your party up, give any kind of assists needed with any pre-event preparations, and add an extra touch or mouth of service to enhance the overall ambiance of the occasion. It could definitely be an interesting strategy to elevate the experience.

[thebordello]

[maasmodeus]

Master Asmodeus Realm Post #195

There is truly nothing more adorable or heartwarming than seeing your whores all cozied up together, peacefully napping. It is so simple yet such a beautiful reminder of the comfort and trust you provide them.

[veryfastveryfurious]

[maasmodeus]

Master Asmodeus Realm Post #193

A good whore who can balance their home chores with their other slut duties brings a sense of peace and relaxation to the home. When a fucktoy efficiently manages both, it creates an environment that is not only well-kept but also calm and inviting, enhancing the Dynamic and overall experience.

[callmedaddy78-deactivated201502]

[maasmodeus]

Master Asmodeus Realm Post #190

I think I have made it clear by now that I am not a fan of a whore in panties. Yes I do agree that there are moments were they are required and yes situations that can add to an session. However, when they were not approved and your slut is wearing them on their own. I have a preferred teaching method with a fucktoy, it is now having panties required untill told. But while wearing them, but their holes do not get used, they are only teased and edged. Stressing the situation that only if they did not have on panties, their holes could be used. Making it clear how wearing such things limits their ability to fulfill their true potential and purpose. Then maybe next time, tomorrow, or whenever, they will understand how they are better without that with. Until then, they have to sit in their wet, drippy, needy soaked panties without being filled and accept the consequences of their decisions.

[dustindude]

🏴‍☠️

[maasmodeus]

Master Asmodeus Realm Post #189

I feel that any decent Dom needs to maintain good order and discipline within the Dynamic. I have found that one effective way to do this is by assigning clear duties and responsibilities for your whore when you are not home or away. This falls to the Dom as their responsibility to create a structured schedule, breaking down tasks throughout the day, week, or month, ensuring that the chores rotate properly for cleaning and upkeep. This provides your fucktoy with a sense of purpose and fulfillment while allowing them to continue their need to please. However, these tasks should never be overwhelming or impossible to complete, just enough to maintain a healthy, organized Dynamic.

[s-culper]

[maasmodeus]

Master Asmodeus Realm Post #188

As someone who enjoys the outdoors, camping, hunting, and hiking. I have alway enjoyed and found it beneficial to have a whore with you, everywhere. However, when involves being outdoors timing and conditions matter. The right season, weather, and environment are important things to ensuring your slut can wear the appropriate clothing and stay comfortable. It can't be too hot or too cold, and clear weather is essential. Taking time to plan around environmental and weather conditions too ensure a more enjoyable and fulfilling outdoor experience.

[excitar-se-deactivated20120605]

[maasmodeus]

Master Asmodeus Realm Post #184

There is something so precious and adorable when you meet a whore at a small house party or social event where publicly using them is not exactly the norm for the group. So you have to find a quiet, tucked-away spot to have a quicky. Sometimes it feels a bit more intense in those moments with a sult to do it discreetly before casually returning to mingling, as if nothing happened. Even though your new used fucktoy has your cum dripping down their leg as they talk all prim and proper.

[sexy-co-workers]

[maasmodeus]

Master Asmodeus Realm Post #183

Having an office whore is something I have found to be highly beneficial to any business. Not only do they masters of relieve the the monotonous boredom and stress but just their presence adds an undeniable positive energy to the workplace. When it comes to client meetings, they have a surprising adapt ability to help secure deals, often in terms in your favor. If you do not have one, I have to say, make it a priority. It is a wise strategic business move.

[maasmodeus]

Master Asmodeus Realm Post #182

Only For Your Dreams

A story By Master Asmodeus

⚠️ warning ⚠️

This story is about stalking, kidnapping, CnC, forced, degradation, and humiliation.

Greetings, everyone.

This is a story inspired by Bunny. Her blog has only inspired this story. She has agreed that I could share this story by giving her credit. Her tumbler is very cute. Go check her out. This only a story that was inspired by her, though I have written it with it in the context of her, I do not assume anything in this way and only fictional made up story of consenting legal adults. Everything in this story is fictional, and I do not condone anything that is not with full consent of all parties.

******* Only for Your Dreams********

Stalking you on Tumblr, watching your every move until you finally slipped up. A small piece of paper that is barely noticeable on a table behind you in a post. Insignificant to you, but just enough to get enough of your personal information: a business logo and a city.

With just some cross references, all your information was mine. Got into your circle of friends to collect more personal details about you without raising suspicion. All while watching, waiting.

I plan my travel carefully so nothing can link me collecting you. I watch you and get to know your routine perfectly. You never even realized. I have already misled everyone that you are running off. No one will know the true reason for your disappearance.

Making my move as you unlock your vehicle, pushing you through to the passenger seat. Dazed and confused with a large gun pointing at you.

"I am here as you wanted.” I calmly state.

You are too stunned to move or say anything as I drive us away to an isolated location. No one is around as I bind your wrists, ankles, and placing a dark bag over your head. Switching vehicles and now in the trunk driving away, your car now burning. Erasing any hope of how to find you.

We travel for hours until the music cuts off, leaving a deafening silence in its wake. Your body is stiff from the confinement, barely able to move as I drag you through a series of doors. The air heavy as I throw you onto a plush bed.

Removing the bag from your head, light floods your vision of a luxurious round room almost surreal. Filled with ornate meticulously designed items for your torture and use, but there is no exit in sight.

You jump up and scream in a panic, running around the room, desperate to find a way out. “What are you doing?” I ask with a light chuckle. “This is everything you said wanted.”

Your fear intensifies as you realize the reality of your situation, putting your back on the wall, sliding down to the floor, and whimpering.

“That’s it,” I say, kneeling in front of you, grabbing a fistful of hair from the top of your head. “Now you get it." With a big pleased smile. "This for you and always wanted, and.... and" Shaking your head violently to focus on me. "To be the fuckmeat you dreamed to be."

Pulling you up by your hair tossing you on toward the bed. When you land I am on top of you, “You are going get so much cum pumped inside of every fuckhole." I say cheerfully laughing in your ear.

Ripping down your leggings and underwear exposing already wet pussy. My voice booms "You are going to be baptized in river of cum." Pulling you face up off the bed growling. "Say hi." Pointing to a camera. "I'm going to post everything."

Grabbing my cock and rubbing up and down trying to find your opening. "Fucking knew it. Your fucking wet!" The tears running down your face is less than the wetness running down your legs. "Let me just find that tight fuckhole."

You try to struggle a little, "There you are." I say with great satisfaction and in position. "Now say, I'm just a fuckthing."

Whimpering "I'm just a...." you stop.

"SAY IT!" Yelling and shaking your head violently.

"I'm just a fuckthing". Coming out in a panic as you start to cry.

"That's it! Now, keep looking at the camera." Pushing my cock slowly stretching your pussy apart.

Eyes shoot wide open bawling "OH MY GOD!" Trying to get away from the tree trunk cock ripping your pussy apart.

"Everything you have ever wanted" Take the full mass of my cock to the base stretching you to the max.

"Hey everyone, you might want to hurry down and get some." Thrusting my cock even deeper in, crushing into your cervix.

Slam fuck you, your body can not take it and you climax. Not slowing in my use of you, the next orgasm hits you quickly. Then another, then another. No care from me if you are enjoying it or not. You are only there to stuff my cock into.

"I knew you would love it." Not slowing from your whimpering and moaning. Your cum juices coat my cock and start running down your leg.

"Can't stop cumming can you?" Pushing down on you using the bed help to fuck you harder and faster your body goes limp. Your new existence hits you as you can stop orgasming from your crcervix being bruised.

"I knew you be tight, but GOD DAMN your fuckhole is so..." Holding deep inside of you crushing you cervix the explosion of hot thick cum pumps inside you. Throbbing out hot ropes of cum filling up inside of you.

The pulsating slows as I pull your head up my head next to yours "Say thank you Master for using me as a cumdumpster". Purring in your ear.

"Thank you Master for using me as your cumdumpster." In a hoarse voice, hair wet and stuck on your face.

Uncorking my cock, cum pours out and down your legs as you lay on the bed "Don’t worry, you'll get more soon" With a kiss to the back of the head I walk to the door. Cock swing from my open pants dripping with cum and glistening from your juices.

Shaking uncontrollably as hot wetness runs down your legs, on to the bed, and on the floor in a puddle. Hot cum oozing out of your pussy that was just pump into you. Left with your leggings and underwear still down around your thighs in a pool of the fuck that just happened to you.

The door opens with eight men walking in. "Well damn! This fucking bitch is fine as fuck." The other men clamor and agree. The door shuts behind them sealing in your new reality of being just a fuckthing to whose ever cock walks through that door.

********** The End **********

By: Master Asmodeus.

I hope you have all enjoyed the story and that it was able to bring some dripping and thickness to your day. This was inspired by Bunny, and I also by all of you. Feel free to share if you so like. If you post it, all I ask is that you tag me.

Have a pleasant rest of your day. Stay kinky

[feminine-obedient-alexandra]

First Times

For a long time, i didn't understand what Men find hot about this. A girl licking a toilet or other non-sexual but icky things. But nowadays i know that it isn't about sex, it is about dignity. A normal person wouldn't lick the toilet, but a dirty whore would. That means by licking the toilet the girl admits to being a dirty whore. She shows that she has no boundaries, that she will do anything for him. Often it does not even matter what it is she does, as long as she does it because he wants it (and would never do it without him demanding it). And the more repulsive the action is, the more turned on the Man gets.

By debasing ourselves, by lowering ourselves to toilet licking whores, we can attract male attention. Every girl can look pretty in a dress, it is not that difficult. And while it is also not technically difficult to lick a toilet, most girls get stopped by their pride and dignity. Only by being able to overcome those burdens, we can show Men that we are worth their time. We can show them that we don't act inside the normal morals, that we are not like all the other girls, we are better, more fun. Of course, toilet licking is here just an example, not every Man will be into this particular action, but what they are into is into pushing the boundaries of what is considered "normal".

In that sense, it is kind of a test. A test if we are ready to submit or if our pride and dignity have ruined us. When it comes to sex Men have a very dirty and creative mind. There will always be new things that they invent. Just look at the porn industry. One would assume that by now every kind of porn has already been shot but yet the industry is booming with more and more videos coming out each day. Men don't want to let their sex life get stale, they need new things. So while it might have been enough to show some ankle 150 years ago, today Men need more. They need dirty sluts. They need us to throw away the "morals" of society and go the extra mile. Where it once has been showing some ankle, then maybe some knee and now we are in a time where clean-shaven pubic hair and anal sex is expected.

It won't stop. It will keep going. Men will need more and more, we can't just sit back and relax on the basis that we once licked a toilet. No, Men need more and need it repeated. You cannot do things for the first time twice. Once you degraded yourself in a certain way, you can repeat it but you can never make happen for the first time again. With each repeat, it will get easier and more normal. That is why morals shift - there will always be people on the edge of what is "normal" and push the boundaries a little further. And after a while, it is not seen as weird anymore and a new normal gets created.

So keep in mind that with every degrading action, with every defiance of your pride and with every renouncing of your dignity, you shift what's normal a little bit further. And every first you give your Man just ingrains you in his brain. A Man will not remember the 10th blowjob he got, but he sure as hell still knows everything about the first time he came into a girl's mouth. Do your research and check the porn sites for new stuff. Look at what is trending, those are the videos Men are watching. Watching something is the first step. After they have seen plenty of it, they will want to experience it. So prepare by watching the same videos and get used to the ideas in porn. Over time even the most degrading actions can appear normal to us, use this to your advantage and always be one step ahead :)

Of course, this does not mean that this is all Men want. Men want a variety of things, they are quite complex beings. But porn, sex, and degradation go hand in hand. Every Man is influenced by them to some extent. Some more and some less. But it never hurts to dismantle any pride you might feel. Pride never helped anyone, it is poisonous. With dignity it is the same. No girl ever got her prince charming because she was the most dignified. No Man ever had an orgasm from respecting a girl.

[maasmodeus]

Master Asmodeus Realm Post #181

[maasmodeus]

I love your blog❤️

Master Asmodeus Realm Post #179

I am truly honored that you enjoy my blog. Stay kink and freaky, my friend.

[maasmodeus]

Master Asmodeus Realm Post #178

The Pub Puppy story

By Master Asmodeus

Greetings, everyone.

This is a story inspired by Mimi. Her blog only inspired the story, and I make no clam to her or a relationship only inspiration by her. She has agreed that this may be shared with her link. I thought I would share this nice little story for all you, too, that was inspired while looking through her blog. Her tumbler is very cute, go check her out. This is only a story that was inspired, and though I have written it with it in the context of her, I do not assume anything in this way and only only fictional of consenting legal adults. This is based on a story I read long ago, so if there may have some similarities you recognize, I do not claim to own the bases. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did write it.

**** The Pub Puppy ******

At a pub with a band playing that evening, you and I are sitting together, just getting to know each other. I, being three times your senior, am dressed in business casual attire, while you are wearing a very short, tight white key hole shirt with no bra showing your nipples and the lower part of your firm tits. The little pink pleated skirt that barely covers your sexy little ass. Your white thigh-high stockings with black leather straps from the garter hooked on the top with flat shoes with little buckle completing the look.

It’s our first time meeting in person after a long period of messaging and building a friendship based on shared interests. With mutual interests to be fulfilled, explored, and partaked tonight. If the first meeting goes well.

As we sit there, chatting without the long delays of life between text messages, a song starts up—your favorite. You get excited and jump up, eager to dance, even though only a few couples are on the dance floor, doing their best to stay in rhythm with the band while trying to talk. You turn to me and say, "I love this song. Can I go dance?"

I smile and say, "Of course you can. I would enjoy watching you dance." As I remain in my seat.

You prance and bounce bubbly off to the dance floor, moving to the rhythm as you make your way to the center, where everyone in the pub notices you quickly. Your light collar skimpy outfit contrasts beautifully with your mocha skin, catching the eye of everyone around.

I rise from the table and lean against a pillar for a better view to admire your adorable sluttiness. I watch you playfully dance, your innocent yet very erotic outfit leaving little to the imagination as you move to the music. Everyone is getting a peek at you ass as you twirl and hoping for your full tits to pop all the way from the next beat.

It seems like you are unaware of the attention you are drawing, but you are very aware. Men are sneaking glances, trying not to get caught by their female partners, who look at you with jealousy. Their facial expressions betraying how they wish they had the confidence to be you and could still move and bounce like that.

As I stand there against the pillar, a stranger walks up beside me and taps me on the shoulder. I turn to look at him, and he says with a greasy smile, "Wow, that’s the nicest thing I’ve seen in a long time." His expression is like that of a man staring at a screen, looking at women he could never have the real nerve to talk to.

I give a simple nod of my head and return to admiring you, repositioning my lean position against the pillar away from him.

The greasy stranger, still staring at you with heavy breaths, says, "Man! What I would do to that!" He licks his lips. "She wants it, man. Look at her, coming in here dressed like that. She wants it, man."

Without looking away from you, I calmly respond, "I don’t think it’s for you… Man." Ending it with a clear condescending tone.

You continue twisting, bouncing, and gyrating to the rhythm of the song, lost in your own blissful world. You are blissfully aware that all eyes are on you but oblivious to the situation unfolding just off the dance floor.

"Come on, man, you can’t tell me she doesn’t want it," the pervert insists, his excitement evident in his heavy breathing. "Look how she’s dressed, like a whore who wants it. I bet that pussy is bald smoth and just right for my…"

Before he can finish, my fist connects with his face, sending him flat on his back, his nose broken and bleeding profusely. The shock of being on the ground hits him before the pain does.

The band stops mid-note, witnessing the impact of my punch that lifts him off his feet and slams him to the floor. The pub falls silent, except for a few loud conversations still at a volume to talk over the band. The clinking of glasses and silverware as a busboy clears a table, his eyes fixed on you instead of his task.

My voice booms through the pub as I stand over him, my hand flat out, signaling to him to stay where his is as he struggles to sit up, clutching his bleeding nose. "That’s my daughter, you son of a bitch."

Time seems to freeze in the room. Without taking my eyes off the broken, bleeding man on the ground, I extend my hand in your direction. "Mimi, time to go."

You stand in the middle of the dance floor, like a dark, creamy doll waiting at a bus stop. Quickly, you bounce over to me with a very confused look on your face and take my hand. As I lead you out, you have to step over the bleeding man. You look down at him with a cute, innocent smile, giving him a small wave and offering a clear view up your short skirt with no panties.

The stalker, holding his nose and trying to stop the blood, watches in shock as we walk out the back door of the pub.

As the door shuts behind us, the sad little man awkwardly tries to quickly get up from the floor as if nothing happened. Glancing around the pub, he laughs nervously, his voice cracking as he mutters, "Man, some people, right?" He’s not talking to anyone in particular but to the whole room, trying to downplay the situation.

He stumbles over to the bar, grabbing a handful of napkins as he attends to his misaligned nose, attempting to stop the bleeding. As he stands there, making a mess and muttering under his breath about how lucky I was to walk away, the entire pub watches him with judgment. They see him for what he truly is—a creeper finally exposed, no longer hiding behind a screen name like "Big Bad Daddy" (not a real user name but fhey are normally to some other contrived alias). Online, his lightning-fast stuby fingers that he uses to assert his so-called dominance online.

Feeling exposed and uncomfortable under the gaze of the pub’s patrons, he shoves the napkins to his face and yells out, "You were all thinking it!"

The lead singer of the band, who has not started playing as of yet, responds in the mic, "Yeah, maybe, but we kept it to ourselves, and just let her have fun and be free" Then, turning hos head to the side mouth to the mic now speaking to the band, the singer loudly counts, "1, 2, 3, 4!" tapping on his guitar to bring the band back in time as they launch into a new song.

With the band playing and everyone in the pub giving him the cold looks, the wannabe dom tough guy finally gets the hint: it’s time to leave.

He slinks out the front door, clutching a bushel of blood-soaked napkins to his face, stepping into the cool summer night. Looking left and right, he tries to remember which direction he needs to go and wonders if there’s anyone around who might see his shame. Already, he’s concocting a cover story, thinking, *You should see the other guy*.

As he walks down the quiet sidewalk, with the city being silent at this hour except for the muffled sound of the band playing inside, almost as if they’re celebrating his departure. Suddenly, he hears a noise coming from the alley he is approaching.

Getting closer, he vaguely recognizes the sound but can’t quite place it. As he reaches the corner, he looks out of the corner of his eye, holding the bloody napkins to his nose, trying to see down the dimly lit alley where a single bulb flickers above the pub’s back door.

Now he is certain of those unmistakable grunts and moans, the kind he is familiar with from his late-night escapades in front of his computer screen, surrounded by tissues and his favorite lotion.

Tilting his head down for a better angle, he walks closer, the noises growing louder. He realizes the sound is coming from the other side of the large dumpster at the end of the alley, tucked against the wall. As he reaches it and peers around the corner, he sees you against the wall one foot over my arm, the other on the ground on your tip toe. Willingly taking my cock and getting fucked against the brick wall.

As we walked out the back of the pup, you asked what happened as we walked into the alley. I said, "He disrespect you." In a very calm voice as if I am discussing the weather.

You say "Fuck me right here and now Daddy I can't wait until we get to a room."

The peeping man stands out from around the corner dumb founded dropping his napkins along with his jaw and is baffled of the sight he is witnessing.

Both your arms around my neck and face in my chest holding on as you take this long waited meeting of my think cock stretching your tight little wet dripping pussy. You have been rubbing your little pussy for so long wanting this and now being fucked in the back of alley behind a bar next to a trash can has you non stop cumming.

I am holding you up without effort as I am slamming my larger older body into your young small little body. With each thrust, I am picking up off your tiny little foot, trying to rest for balance on the ground, but is just bouncing around aimlessly with each thrust of my shaft

You scream out "Yes Daddy fuck me! I'm your good little slut". Feeling my body shift to the side but not stopping fucking you against the cold brick wall of some back alley as your tignt little bear ass bounce off the wall with every up thrust of my hips into you taking ever inch. You pick your head up off my chest and look up at me, bouncing to find my head facing away and looking at something.

Looking towards the direction my head is facing to see the bleeding man back on his feet now standing in shock as you are getting fucked in a back alley of a pup. By the same man that he thought was and very well could be your father. The man who broke his nose for thinking what he was doing to you right now. Keeping a locked eye on him you reach down with one hand and pull up you short little white very tight shirt letting your perky full tits bounce free along with the rhythm of my cock bonding into your wet pussy that all you creamy cum is dripping down the leg your balancing on.

Letting one arm hang so this battered man can see your young tits bounce to the fucking you are getting "Yessssss Daddy, fuck your daughters good wet pussy". You say loudly to the sad man more than to me.

I give a half smile off the side of my mouth to him "That's Daddys good fucktoy".

He turns and walks away like a zombie in complete disbelief and so many questions he can't possess all of them. His nose back to small trickle down his face to his already blood soaked shirt. Hands by his side a blank look on his mangled face slowly walking off he hears you cry out "Breed me Daddy, make me your good little cumdumpster whore"

Blinking rapidly, not understanding anything that is happening, my voice let's out a hard "That's Daddys' good girl." Knowing from the tone that the hot beautiful little girl just had her Daddys cock exploded cum deep inside of her.

Then hearing your cry out of ecstasy knowing you hit a hard climax "YEESSSS DADDY FILL ME UP! GOD YES." Was the last thing the "Big BAD Dady" heard as he walked down the alleyway to his shit little car to his shit little apartment all alone.

******* The end ******

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