mei 25-she/her-proship-nsfw

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nanami kento as your perverted supervisor (and stalker)

2.7k — cw : noncon, stalking, slapping, creampie. based on this request <3

nanami knows he is a relatively unassuming man, someone who people acknowledge for his attractiveness or work ethic, but easily dismiss because of his polite and reserved nature. even with his scars and the eyepatch he wears sometimes, people never seem to view him as someone to keep tabs on. in his mind, this is his best quality.

and it’s precisely because of it that you never noticed him as anyone more than your boss.

you never noticed him following you out to the parking garage after work on the days that you drove, his large form still managing to call little attention as he watched you get into your car.

and when you took the bus home from work instead, you never saw how he happened to be on the same line. though who would suspect that when he said he lived across town? he’d sit in the back, a book in his hand but his brown eye zeroed in on you, waiting to confirm which stop you got off at.

even when he’d follow you halfway home, snapping some photos of you to add to his collection—your stocking-clad legs, your ass in those little pencil skirts you wear—you never realized he was behind you.

even if the hair stood up on the back of your neck or your stomach twisted with intuition, you would never suspect him anyways. because why would you be suspicious of your charming supervisor who has been nothing but kind to you?

the same one who has your schedule memorized along with your address. after all, that information is stored right in his office.

maybe if he was a little creepier, came off a little weirder, you would have kept an eye on him. maybe you would have been more aware of your surroundings when leaving the office on those nights where you worked overtime, when it was only you, nanami, and the janitor left in the building.

those nights like tonight.

half the lights have been turned off and the office is silent except for the hum of electricity and the faint sound of a mop down the hall. you rub the sleep from your eyes as you pack up another draining work day. it’s times like these where you find yourself wondering if all the extra hours are worth it.

but then nanami steps out of his office in a crisp pair of slacks and polished shoes, his hair perfectly neat. he’s shrugging his coat on when he flashes you a small smile.

“another long day?” he asks.

you nod, grabbing your work bag and pushing in your chair. “yeah, it’s alright though.”

nanami hums like he understands what you really want to say. “the extra hours are a pain in the ass, but you’re doing a great job.”

you can’t help but smile back at him, a sense of pride budding in your chest at his recognition of your hard work. “thank you, sir.”

nanami swallows thickly and it takes everything in him to quell the shudder that moves through his body. sir. if only you knew what that did to him, you’d probably quit on the spot. he can feel his dick twitch in his pants every time you say it, every time you remind him that you know he’s above you.

“have a good night,” he dips his chin at you, opting to take the stairs while you step into the elevator.

for a split second he thinks that maybe he should just get in there with you now. pull the emergency stop button and press you up against the wall, his hands dipping beneath your skirt. no one would know, he could be fast. it wouldn’t be difficult to erase the footage after if he had to, the janitor has a set of keys to the security office.

but no, his patience will pay off. he’s already waited long enough, he can hold on a little longer.

“you too, sir. see you next week.”

next week. you really were fucking oblivious.

the sun has set by the time you’re stepping off the bus at your stop. footsteps clamor behind you as the other passengers exit, everyone eager to finally get home.

your house is silent when you arrive, toeing off your shoes by the door and shutting it behind you. you toss your keys onto the holder and head straight to your room to get ready for bed. 

it’s while you’re rummaging through your drawer for some pajamas that you hear something for the first time. a soft creak followed by an even softer click. you freeze halfway through undressing, standing perfectly still to try and pick up on any other sounds. but when you hear nothing else, you try to brush it off. but goosebumps still pepper your skin as you throw on a tank top and a comfortable pair of cotton panties for bed.

and then it’s while you’re brushing your teeth, staring at your tired reflection in the mirror, that you hear what sounds like that old floorboard in the hallway—the one that groans each time you walk over it. the worn wood seems hardly able to sustain weight anymore.

that was unmistakeable, you’re sure of it.

well, you think you’re sure.

gingerly, you tiptoe until you’re able to peek out of the doorway and into the hall, but it’s empty.

you inhale a shaky breath, telling yourself that it’s nothing. there’s no way someone could have broken into your home without causing a scene because they’d have to shatter a window or find another way in with the front door locked.

was the front door locked?

a wave of nausea washes over you and forms a pit in your stomach. you can’t remember if you locked the door. you always do, but lately you’ve just been so tired and overworked.

and now, your first thought is that you need your phone. you remember leaving it plugged in by your bed and you’re moving before you can think any further. you rush back to your bedroom but in there you find nothing but the charging cable on your nightstand.

the bedroom door is slammed shut while you’re distracted and you gasp, spinning around so fast you feel dizzy.

it’s unmistakably him standing before the door in the same outfit you’d seen him wearing just an hour ago. nanami doesn’t speak, he just slides your phone into the pocket of his slacks before loosening his tie with a sigh.

“w-what,” you start, breathing heavily. he cocks an eyebrow at you, like he’s curious as to what you’re trying to say. “what are you…”

nanami cracks his neck, letting out a groan at the release of tension. “what am i doing in your home?” he finishes the question for you after you trailed off.

all you can do is nod and step backwards until you bump into the nightstand, rattling the lamp on top of it.

“careful,” nanami cautions, striding closer to you. “are you also going to ask me how i got in? i think we’d save a lot of time if we didn’t ask questions we already know the answers to.”

your throat feels tight, it’s dry when you swallow down the bile threatening to come up.

“get on the bed," nanami's tone leaves no room for protest and yet you try.

“n-no, no. get out.” 

your head is whipped to the side before you even hear the loud crack that rings out, before you even feel the impact of nanami’s palm colliding with your cheek. then pain begins to bloom from the spot, your skin searing as you touch the area gently with your fingers, stunned.

“on the bed. now.”

you realize you’re crying as you climb onto the mattress. steady streams of tears as your breath shudders and you try to catch your breath. how could you be in this situation right now?

“hands behind your back,” nanami is unamused by your emotional reaction, though he’s pleased when you listen this time.

the soft satin of nanami’s tie wraps around your wrists, binding them together. he gives it a sharp tug to make sure the knot won’t come loose, and when he’s satisfied he pushes you onto the mattress.

you scramble pathetically to try and pedal away from him but he grabs your ankle and tugs you back to the edge of the bed in one swift motion.

“enough,” he snaps, irritated by your sudden fight after you’d just been so pliant.

a choked sob escapes you when he wrangles your legs apart, but you resist less which earns you a gentle stroke of his hand up your thigh. it’s supposed to be soothing in a sickening way, but it just makes your stomach ache even more.

nanami hooks a finger into the elastic of your cotton panties, pulling on it before letting it snap back against your skin. “if you weren’t so clueless, i’d think you dressed this way just for me.” 

he thinks that this pair will be a nice start to his collection as he slides them down your legs. holding them up to his nose, nanami inhales deeply, committing the scent to memory before tucking the fabric into his pocket.

you squeeze your eyes shut when you see him finally unbuckling his belt, turning your head away from his as more tears spill from your waterline. nanami hates that you don’t want to look at him. you should feel lucky. it could be any gross man here in his position, but it’s not.

it’s him.

someone smart, successful, handsome. and you’re still fucking upset, acting like this is the worst thing to happen to you.

“god damn brat,” he hisses, gripping your chin to make you face him again. his free hand is yanking down his pants and his briefs, trying to free his aching cock.

he’s been hard just thinking about fucking you since the minute you walked into the office this morning. and now that he’s about to, it’s torturous. his pretty pink tip is already leaking, a translucent bead of precum sitting atop the slit.

“please,” you choke out one last attempt to persuade your intruder to let you go. “i promise i won’t tell anyone, i-i swear. just don’t hurt me.”

nanami scoffs, pumping himself slowly. “if it hurts it’s your fault. don’t blame me for that.”

your shoulders ache already, your hands starting to tingle as they’re stuck behind your back, between you and the mattress. you’re trembling, jerking away from nanami’s touch when his hand leaves your face to hold your hip but one sharp glance from him causes you to still.

you can’t help but notice how different he seems now. in the dim light of your room, the scars on his face seem more rugged, his eye appears darker, almost black. his hair is tousled from your struggling and his chest is heaving as he lines himself up at your entrance.

he rolls his hips, pushing his cock forward so it glides between your folds and his eyebrows raise when you let out the tiniest whine. he does it again. you squirm in his hold and the embarrassment on your face is evident.

when he chuckles you want to scream at him that you can’t help it. that just because your body reacts to the stimulation when his shaft drags across your clit doesn’t mean that you like it. and yet all you do is bite back a moan and try to prevent more tears from falling when you feel your pussy starting to get wet.

saliva pools in nanami’s mouth at the sight of you. he pulls himself back until the head of his cock is just poking at your hole and he lets a fat glob of spit land on your cunt. it slides down slowly until it gets pushed inside you when he starts to fuck you with shallow thrusts.

nanami dips the first couple inches of his length in and out of you, groaning at how tight you are. the little bit of slick that had gathered at your entrance does nothing to aid him when he finally forces himself in all the way.

and your pussy feels like everything he could have imagined and more.

so warm and tight, squeezing his cock like a vice as your back arches and you let out a weak cry. you feel so good like this with no prep, your cunt pulsing around him every time you writhe beneath him because it’s trying to push him back out. 

“been waiting so long to do this,” nanami groans, pulling out all the way before slamming back in.

you scream. you wish you could claw at him, scratch him until he bleeds, until he hurts as much as you do but you can’t.

you can do nothing but let your boss use you, violate you.

and the worst part is, when he presses your knees into your chest and lays his full weight on top of you, it makes you see stars. he’s hitting the exact right spot inside you with such precision that you wonder if he somehow knew where it was. maybe it was listed in your file next to your home address.

the sound of skin slapping against skin gets louder as he fucks you harder and faster until you can also hear the lewd sounds your pussy is making. the slick squelch each time nanami re-enters your cunt is a humiliating reminder of the fact that you can feel an orgasm building against your will.

“see? it doesn’t have to hurt,” nanami speaks down to you, condescending as you avoid his gaze. “you can admit that you like this.”

“n-no,” you whimper, “stop, nanami—”

the second slap across your face is harder than the first. “it’s ‘sir’ when speaking to me.”

“sorry!” you sob when he rams his hips into yours with a particularly rough thrust. “i’m sorry.”

“sorry, what?” he rasps.

you wince, prepared for another hit as you squeak out an acceptable apology, “i’m sorry, sir!”

“such a fast learner,” he praises dryly and unfortunately it makes you feel better. you're thankful for the fact that at least you’ve done one thing right in his mind, and maybe he’ll be easier on you for it.

how naive.

he’s relentless as he fucks himself into you. the pace he’s set is impossible for you to keep up with, and within minutes you’re nothing but a puddle of moans and tears on your bed.

that’s just how nanami wants you. soon you’ll see this is a good thing for you and him.

you’re clamping down around him so hard that he knows you’re about to cum no matter how hard you try to stop it. his thumb finds your clit, rubbing tight circles on the bud and you start to quiver.

“no wait, i don’t want, oh god,” you mewl, “fuck!”

“dirty whore, look at you cumming around my cock from this,” nanami goads, “say ‘thank you, sir’.”

“…thank you, sir.” you want to throw up the minute the words leave your mouth, reminded of all the times you’d said it to him at work.

the humiliation is written all over your face and it’s beautiful. nanami knows that you couldn’t help it when you came but that makes it even better. you’ll be so ridden with guilt, finally vulnerable enough for him to start weaseling his way into your thoughts.

it’s only a matter of time before you’re thinking that maybe you did like it. maybe it only hurt at first because you didn’t want to admit to yourself that you wanted this. is it really as bad as you think if you came so hard for him?

maybe you'll even find yourself seeking him out first after this, and just the thought of that alone is enough for nanami to reach his climax.

“not inside!” you whine, but you’re too late. not that he’d listen.

he’s already plugging you up one last time and spilling inside you, warm cum flooding your abused cunt. it’s then that you finally relax, giving up. every muscle in your body goes limp as you slump into the mattress feeling utterly defeated.

when nanami finally pulls out, he continues to hold your legs up against you, admiring the way his spend starts to get pushed out, dribbling down to your asshole.

he should fuck you there next.

a/n everyone say “thank you, marlowe” because she was sweet and beta read for me. and hbd nanami

[gospelica]

cw cheating >_o

kento has a wife at home... a beautiful wife whom he loves very much. he's so in love, he wouldn't ever consider having an affair, the idea is so foreign to him, so unthinkable... until you start your internship at his work.

he's happy in his marriage, he really is! but there's something missing. once a week, sometimes less, kento is granted sex in missionary for as long as his wife allows it. he loves being close to her, but she wont even let him go down on her anymore. she's a busy woman... a tired one, one with no time for foreplay or dirty talk or a proper orgasm.

poor kento is left... pent up. as he's made good on taking care of himself. he fucks his fist in his morning showers, and maybe sometimes he parks his car down a quiet road to relieve himself on his way home. never to porn, always to his imagination or some old pictures he has saved of his wife....

until you 'accidentally' text him a picture of your tits instead of some files he had asked for! and sure, he thinks of deleting it. but he also thinks about how the skirts you wear are so short that every time you bend over he gets to see what colour panties you put on that morning. sometimes, if you've been teasing him a lot that day, he can also see the wet patch forming from how needy you are to be bent over his desk and—

no. he can't. he has a wife! he deletes the pic and brushes off the mountain of apologies you give him the next day.

until a few weeks later he notices your accidents become more frequent, and you start ditching the panties in favour of being able to drop a pen by his desk and bend over to show him just how pretty your pussy looks when she's able to breathe :(

and can he really be blamed? he's only a man at the end of the day, lust driven and deprived at home... he deserves some relief! at least that's what he tells you when he drags you into the employee bathroom and pushes your pretty face up against the mirror while he drives into your wet and gooey cunt over and over again. he's so big and strong and pent up after so long since having a good fuck that he manages to make you cum twice on his cock before spilling his load into you, pulling your skirt down a little and sending you to fetch some papers with his cum literally leaking down ur thighs...

he picks up some flowers for his wife on the way home <3

this is a reblog from my banned acc!

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⟢ cheater!nanami fucks you in the honeymoon suite.

[queasier]

cw: cheating

For a man cheating on his wife, Nanami is real gentlemanly when he fucks you.

He always has been — ever since that first time he left his sleeping wife in bed to drive to your apartment and fuck you stupid on your couch, he did so with a certain respect to your body that not many men think twice about nowadays. Made you come twice before filling you up.

Maybe you expected him to be rough. That he'd let his guilt out on you with sharp thrusts and spanks and hateful sex against whatever surface is the coldest and most unforgiving. And sure, he has his heated moments after a long day or a marital spat at home, but for the most part, he's kind.

You'd call him a good man, if not for the obvious.

And you're no better, of course. You saw the ring, caught glimpses of his lock screen when he'd check his phone around you. A lovely photo from his wedding day, looking adoringly at a woman in white who was most definitely not you.

You wonder, if their honeymoon was anything like this, what possibly could have killed the spark.

You grasp at the petal-covered bedcover as Kento rolls his hips into yours, filling you with his weighty cock and accenting it with a kiss to your neck. He groans as you tighten around him, wetting his cock even more. You've long since stopped using condoms together — it feels better, and the risk makes you giddy.

"Can't believe you booked us a honeymoon suite," you gasp, scratching your nails against his scalp as he thrusts into you. He had told his wife that a sudden business trip would steal him away for a few nights in the city; it'd only be smart to book a hotel room and save on travel. "It's a little on the nose, don't you think?"

Another sloppy, open-mouthed kiss to your neck tells you more than words could; he just doesn't care. It took him months to get over the nauseating guilt he felt when he'd come and find his pleasure between your legs rather than his wife's, but he has since learnt to let desire take the wheel. And you have since learnt to leave your shame at the door.

That doesn't mean your mind doesn't wander. The stroking drag of Nanami's cock inside of you is narcotic, but a thought pesters you with each graze of his tip along your g-spot.

"Tell me you love me," you squeeze your eyes shut, holding your breath in embarrassment when his thrusts slow.

His voice is silken. Amused. "What was that?"

He's a tease, which you didn't expect from a man so put-together. He likes watching you burn up as he unravels you. So you meet his gaze and take in the pink dusting across his nose and cheeks, the mess of blond that brushes over his forehead — he's just as needy as you are.

"It doesn't have to be true," you flit your gaze to the tray on the bedside. On it is a champagne bucket, a 'congratulations on your marriage!' placard, and his wedding ring. "I just want to pretend. We're in a honeymoon suite after all, I want to..."

He catches your drift. There's this unspoken language between you that you think might only be born from doing such a heinous thing together. You're partners; whether that's in crime or romance is a moot point. You feel like an old married couple anyway. He knows you; knows why you're suddenly so shy, knows when and how you need to come, knows what you'll order from room service once he's done with you.

"You want to be my wife?" He searches your face. You feel his cock throb inside of you, twitching at the thought of having you in name as well as body. "Hm, Mrs. Nanami?"

Yes. God, yes. You feel naive and heart-eyed looking to be thoroughly owned by an unfaithful man like him, but your cunt is tight and pulsing around him — you couldn't lie to him about your needs even if you wanted to.

"You know," he starts, his voice rough as he pulls out of your just long enough to reach over and take his wedding ring from the bedside table. "I come home some nights and half expect to see you waiting for me in bed."

Kento grabs your left hand and slips his ring onto your finger. It's too big, and he has to close his hand around yours to keep it in place, which pushes the metal into your skin. You feel lightheaded with want.

"I wish it was me," you whisper, skin burning as he lines his cock up once again and pushes home. "That you come home to."

He moans, burying himself inside of you and his face in your neck. "It is. Come on, love, live in it. I love you."

"Fuck," you exhale, lungs on fire. He quickens his pace, fucking into you with a snapping of his hips. You can hear yourself squelching around him. "Love you too. You feel so good."

"Is that why you married me?" He snorts, teasing. He pulls back enough to press a kiss to your lips. "For the time spent between my sheets? I thought we had more going for us, honey."

You reach up with your free hand and stroke the side of his face, revelling in the feel of slight stubble beneath your palm. "I have to keep you interested somehow, hm?"

His eyes blaze with something untelling. Dipping down again, he licks at your lips. You part them, let his tongue venture in and explore your mouth, running over your teeth and drooling spit from his mouth to yours. It's messy and gross and he pulls away to leave a streak of saliva across your chin, but your stomach curls with a pending orgasm regardless.

"You," he smears his spit over your lips, "have nothing to worry about."

"No?" You buck your hips up from the plush mattress and wrap your thighs around his waist, locking them at his ass and using that embrace to pull him deeper. "You'd be okay with just me, for the rest of your long life?"

"Our long life," he corrects, flexing forward until he's so deep inside of you that there's no space left to give. "And yes. 'Til death do us part, my love. I want to sink into this beautiful body of yours until the very end."

You snort. He's poetic, for a businessman.

He fucks you long and slow and deep with thrusts that are more intimate than pleasure-seeking. It doesn't feel like a torrid affair, and you don't feel sick for sleeping with a married man. Because, even if it's just for your time spent beneath him, he's yours.

And maybe he's parroting the same words he told his real wife back to you. He could be a rakehell, depositing his cum inside of you with no care for the heart he holds in his hands.

But at the end of his long days, it's you he sneaks away to see. It's your body in which he finds his comfort. Your tits that he sucks on. Your mouth that he feeds his cock into. Your cunt that he fills again and again with an unspoken hope that maybe something will stick, and he'll have an excuse to come clean and start anew with you.

So who are you — the other woman — to care?

[gospelica]

u all know how much cheater nanami means to me :3

[xiexielians]

We were probably in a "you're mine" sorta dynamic?

[ickytreats]

Warning! ⚠️ This post includes Fauxcest! This is between fully Consenting adults.

I may not have favored the toy I got but I still like the idea of Dad making me take his cock. Cooing as I whine and pant under him because it's too big. Finding how overwhelmed and nervous I am by the new feeling so cute. This new experience for me only makes him wanna keep pushing his length into me. That's just the tip... He moans softly as my eyes widen. I wanna tap out so bad, I can't. I can't take cock, I whine and try not to tear up.

Shhh, you will take dads cock. He slowly starts trying to push in more. A hand keeping my hips in place and another petting my cheek. I grab his wrist with one of my own and soft hit his chest with the other. My pants get harsher as long as my whining, it's too big. You just need to get used to it, he hooks his thumb into my mouth. Little girls like you listen to their father's, he grunts. Gonna give you a second...can't even push another inch in your so damn tight. He leans down and nuzzles into my neck, see? Dad's know what's best for their daughters.

Once I start to relax he suddenly pushes more in, making me gasp, and a whine. Easy, princes...my poor baby...promise it will feel so good soon. He sits up again and pulls his thumb out of my mouth. Only to bring it to my clit and play with it. Pushing down and bringing a small moan to my lips as he groans this time. Strangling dads cock with that pretty hole, he slowly starts to fuck me. His length isn't completely in yet but my body is shaking. I won't be able to take the whole thing, I whimper. He stops for a second and my body quivers for a minute. I can't control the noises from my mouth. Maybe not today...but soon you will.

[ickytreats]

Warning! This post includes a threesome, Fauxcest and girl cock. This is between fully consenting adults!

Dad spending time with his daughters. Making sure bonding time is going perfectly. He doesn't want either of us to feel left out, he loves his girls equally. He's been so busy lately he hasn't been able to spoil them together. It's been a constant one on one and that's good some alone time with each but he doesn't want anyone to think it's baised.

Finally he gets us both in his room and takes turns giving us both kisses then makes us kiss. He watches as he strokes his cock. His pretty girls kissing and groping each other, spending some time together as we should.

Dad making me lay on the bed and big sis on top of me. Her girl cock is guided into my cunt by him. He tells her to fuck me a little, he watches big sis and I moan as she fucks into me. Dad getting behind her and spreading her open. Slowly pushing into her, making her bottom into me, and we all moan. Big sis is in pleasure as her cock is completely in me and she's taking dads cock. Every thrust dad does makes her move in me.

All of us are moaning as Dad sets the pace for all of us. Quickly I whine that I'm going to cum, big sis eyes widen because dad is pounding into her quicker. Making her fall onto me and her hips are now controlled completely by dad. She's moaning like crazy as I tighten around her too. She can't even announce she's about to cum as it's forced out of her and into me. Dad smiles as both his daughters cum.

Dad pulling out of big sis and letting us catch our breaths before laying down. Big sis and I crawl to him and share his cock. Each of us is on a side as we lick and suck it, our tongues touching. Playing with his balls until he's grabbing us both by the hair. Cumming all over our faces and tits. Big sis and I smile while leaning in to kiss each other. Swapping his cum between us as we do.

[lickmepls305-deactivated2018121]

Mmmmmmm

[ickytreats]

Warning! This is between Consenting adults! Contains kinda cheating? More like an open relationship?, rough play, and slightly CNC.

Having an older boss that's obsessed with you, his pretty work wife. He's married, rich, salt and pepper hair, and all that. He can't help but love you though, he knows it's wrong but he doesn't care. He thinks your attempts to reject him are cute. He thinks you respecting his wife is adorable, she could care less. She has own little boytoy on the side just she wasn't as public about it as him. He shows his interest in you proudly. You'd think HR would do something about it but no. He presses against you while everyone is around, watches your ass as you walk, and spanks you casually.

Coworkers honestly think it's funny, your fucked. They fear the bosses wife but love you so this is entertaining. Especially because you show them you are nervous about how he acts around you. The day you actually all have a small work party together and you actually meet her? She's the foreplay, pretending to be annoyed, and not to like you. Have you squirming and intimidated by her presence. He's not making it any better by grabbing your hips and pulling you to him. Even kissing your face multiple times. Until you panic and manage to excuse yourself to a private bathroom.

Of course he follows along, storming in behind you. You try to get him away, panicked, and flushed. He ignores your little pushes as he kisses all over your face and neck. No matter how much you try to push him away you end up on the sink, dress bunched to your waist, feet aren't touching the floor, panties hanging off an ankle, and his cock deep inside you. Slamming his cock into you over and over as you squeeze your eyes shut. Feeling so good but it's so wrong! He's married, he's married, he's married! is repeating over and over in your mind. The cold wedding band digging into your skin.

He's grunting and growling into your ear as he finally gets what he wants. Had to wait basically a year of teasing to end up pounding you in the work bathroom. Ruining his suit with your wetness and eventually your cum as he forces the orgasm out of you. Loves the tears streaming down your cheeks in guilt and how your pretty makeup is getting ruined. Making sure to cum deep inside that pretty cunt as you shake. Fixes you up before spanking your bottom. Making you walk out shaking and with his cum leaking from your cunt. Making you go back to his wife who's smiling smug. Kissing her quickly both proud of themselves.

[crazyaboutemma-deactivated20260]

Obsessed w the idea of my dad getting in bed w me and slowly, so slowly pulling me towards his cock.

One hand on my lower stomach to press me against him, making me mewl into his other hand, which he uses to muffle my sounds.

“Quiet pretty girl, wouldn’t want your mother to know you’re letting daddy fuck you.” - Dad whispers into my ear, pushing my thong aside.

And dad wouldn’t even waste time, he’d push in his full length, not waiting for me to adjust and ram inside me, making the bed creak.

He’d leave a kiss on my temple, thick fingers pressing against my tongue, and his voice would be raspy and breathy as he’d say:

“What a good little doll. Don’t you love daddy’s cock, baby? ‘Cause daddy fucking loves this pussy…”

[rinsknifetbd-deactivated2018061]

Girls with thick thighs

Pros:  Extra squishy Super great pillow Looking really good in skirts,dresses, shorts etc. They.Jiggle. Soft Could crush a watermelon literally anything else

Cons: None. They’re perfect

[pr3tty-daisy]

kidnapper that has you so brainwashed that you think he’s your dad. kidnapper that assures you that this is just what fathers do when he uses your body.

[pr3tty-daisy]

kidnapper that forces you to regress so you are completely helpless and reliant on them forever. he is your, dad, after all. he knows his girl better than anyone.

[ickytreats]

I know mother's day was yesterday but I didn't exactly do my themed post this year.

Warning! This is between Consenting adults! This post includes Fauxcest!

So I was daydreaming like I always do and was like... everyone is posting mom but icky!mom would have a very interesting post. There's the cute and casual one with her babies but then there's the real one. Her daughter posted a bunch of pictures and videos of them together. Making out, eating each other out, and sharing toys. Meanwhile her son posted the same way, pictures and videos. Her smiling with his cock, then a video of her sucking it, him eating her out, and him pulling out as his cum leaks from her.

They are such dirty and icky post! Maybe they will keep those for their eyes only. Or post them on the dirty side of social media, someone's definitely going to enjoy them!

Then there's a gift they teamed up in making. It's basically a video compilation of all those clips but much more dirty and full clips. Mom is a pretty pornstar for them and they make sure to credit her for it on mother's day! She gets tied up to hey big bed with her legs wide. Tv playing all the clips as she's made to watch them. Her son and daughter take turns using toys on her to make her cum. They also talk to her about their favorite parts from each video or why they love that picture.

I remember this day! You couldn't help but have to ride my cock in the car. We almost got caught! Her son smiles at the memory as he holds a vibrator to her clit.

I love this video! It's when she fucking squirted in the mall fitting room! All I did was finger her against the wall and she lost it! As her daughter giggles and fucks the dildo into her.

What about this one? Oh my gosh! Yes! That's the time she overstimulated us! Tied us up for not behaving around the family. Can't imagine if they saw how we have her now. Maybe we should actually make those posts public? As they both use their toys on her.

At the end of the video mom is a mess, she has cum so many times but her gift isn't finished! She's getting untied and flipped into her favorite position. Always gets her shaking and dumb by the end. Her daughter is setting up a professional camera this time as her son strips her of whatever fabric was left. Once the camera is on they tell her to smile! This video is going to show the whole world what a good mom she is! Her son fucking her silly as her daughter encourages them. Maybe even grabbing moms face so she can eat her out.

You should totally cum in her! Little sis moans softly and looks at her big brother excitedly. Should I? You know how picky she's been about that... She wouldn't mind! It's mother's day! I've been cumming a lot like insane amounts... And? Little sis pets moms dumb face, you wouldn't mind taking big bros cum, right? It's mother's day mama...let your son cum in you, it's a sweet treat. Mom moans and nods as all she can feel is pleasure. Her nod makes her son fuck into her quicker. She lets out a loud squeal as her son is about to breed her. Happy Mothers day!! The two siblings moan as they all cum.

[ickytreats]

Warning⚠️! This is between Consenting adults!

....I was joking, I look at my friend in shock as she lays a bunch of sex toys on the bed. Well I wasn't! She giggles as she organizes them, you said I could play with you all I want as long as all the toys are in pink. She points at the mess of toys on her bed, so I got them all in pink! Just like you said! She smiles at me excitedly, y-yeah but I wasn't serious! But I wasn't, she repeats in a duh tone. I got all the toys you had been wanting to try! She starts grabbing them, the dildo, vibrator, butt plug, and- okay I get the memo! I blush at the layout in front of us, this is just for me?

She nods quickly, I mean... I can try then too just...I wanna use them on you first... Why me? Because the last time I walked in on your rubbing your clit you sounded crazy pretty and like...I can't get it out of my head. She admits with a soft blush, thought you didn't like girls... I don't! I'd totally fuck one tho... I don't know If- you know what? Nevermind...you wanna do this now? She nods quickly, please? I'll treat you so good! Make sure you cum so many times. She makes me sit on her bed, just...let me between those thighs. It won't mean anything, won't mean anything? You just bought a collection of toys all in pink because- it won't mean anything! I just like sounds and your sound...drives me nuts.

I sigh and roll my eyes, what if I don't wanna spread my thighs for you? You shouldn't have heard me masturbating in the first place! Please! I'll do everything you like! How do you know what I like? You're my best friend! I know everything about you! She places her hand on my thigh, please... I'll be good. Make you feel so good, she leans in and glances at my lips. Just...lay back on the pillows, she takes a deep breath. Like the princess you are and I'll handle the rest. She's panting, we know our limits, and I'll stop the moment you say anything...just please...let me hear you again. I look into her eyes, I can't say no to her. I sigh, fine just...this one time. Yes! She leans in and kisses me, catching me off guard.

I gasp into the kiss before trying to return it, this doesn't mean anything my ass. She's climbing onto the bed with me, getting between my legs, and laying me against the billion pillows and blankets. She keeps kissing me as her hands start to travel my body. I feel her grab my tits over my cute pink dress. Playing with them for a minute before dragging her hands down to my thighs. Rubbing them before getting to my panties. Pulling away from the kiss to look at me as she grabs my cunt. Slowly rubbing it up and down, I bite my lip, and she lightly hits my cunt making me gasp.

I wanna hear you, don't be quiet, this is all because I wanna hear you. She nods her head and I whine, fine...but it's hard for me to be...vocal...I'm used to needing to be quiet. I'll make you feel so good you can't stay quiet, I promise. She pecks my lips again before pulling my panties off and throwing them somewhere on her bedroom floor. Spreading my legs back open and exposing my cunt completely. I laugh getting shy as I try to close my legs. She doesn't let me so I cover my face and she grabs my wrists. Behave for me, don't make your best friend need to be mean. This is embarrassing! I whine and she shakes her head. This is just us, yeah but...you're literally about to play with my cunt! I like how you sound! So stop complaining and start moaning, she huff and grabs a pair of pink handcuffs. Really? Yes, she cuffs my wrists to the bedframe.

Can't trust you not to try and stop me, she starts to rub my clit and I whimper. Her eyes light up, you're already so wet... Of course I am! Your rubbing my clit, I whine and pull on the cuffs. This position is going to get old quickly. You'll be distracted from it soon enough, she grabs a vibrator. You know how long it took me to find a pink vibrator that suited your style? Surprising way too fucking long. I watch as she turns it on and brings it to my clit. You know those things don't usually do me- i gasp when it hits my clit and my hips buck. Yeah I know...that's why I did my research to find one, she keeps it pressed against me. I pant and moan softly, that's it...be nice and loud for me. Dammit what the fuck? I gasp as I push onto the vibrations.

This shit wasn't cheap, so I wanna remember everything. She grabs her phone and goes into the camera settings. Don't you fucking dare! I squirm and tug on the restraints, calm down! This is for my eyes only! You think I need people knowing I played with my best friends cunt because I think she sounds pretty? She starts recording and ups the speed on the vibrator making my fight weaken. This or I can just start scheduling this for us once a month. You can't possibly be doing this because you like my voice, I moan softly. She smiles, well that's the perfect excuse...no? She leans in and kisses me again then pulls away slowly. Love my best friends voice so much...I can't help but wanna make her cum...over and over again.

I moan and lean against the pillows relaxing as she keeps the vibrator on my clit. So close, I whimper soft as my thighs start to shake. Already? Fuck...yes, let everyone hear you. Let me hear you, baby... She focuses her eyes on me as her phone points at my body. My moans stay soft but I let out a louder gasp when I cum. I hear a soft moan come from her in satisfaction of how I listened. Pull it away... pull it away...Fuck! I start to squeal in sensitivity and pant harsher. Her eyes widen, she keeps the vibrator in place. Pull it away! I start to squirm until she finally snaps out of it and listens. Cutting the video off and throwing both the toy and her phone onto the bed. I'm panting, fuck! That was...god I'm soaked! She smiles, why do you do this to me? You...you sound so nice!

You do not get to use another toy on me again, tonight. I whimper and bring my thighs up to try and close them. I'm panting as she whines, I was into it. Overstimulating me off the bat is going to make me cut this short! I didn't mean to! She laughs and slowly pulls my thighs back over hers, spreading them once again. She rubs them softly, promise I'll try and be nice with the dildo... At least let me use the dildo...all the other toys will be for next time. ...fine, only because it's pink and it's tempting. I knew you'd like it! Look at it! It's literally perfect, it's you as a dildo. She laughs and picks it up bringing it to my face. Kiss the tip, I give her an attitude look but then smile. Listening I kiss the tip while looking at her in the eyes.

She smiles and bites her lip, pretty girl. She taps it on my lip until I open my mouth. Sticking my tongue out as she pushes it in. Making sure to push it a little too much to hear me gag. Getting it wet before she pulls it out. She looks at it then into my eyes as she takes the dildo into her own mouth too. We look at each other as she sucks it, shoving it down her own throat before pulling it away. Taking it to my cunt, dragging the tip through my slits. Making me whimper, then moan as she finally pushes it in. Fuck...that's a little too big but you took it... She smiles and slowly starts fucking me with the toy.

Now I really can't control my volume as I moan. Shit I've never been this full or loud, I whine. Told you I'd do you good, she smiles and leans in. Now be nice and loud for me...I wanna get a noise complaint from my neighbors. She giggles and starts fucking me with the dildo. I tug on the cuffs as I'm in pleasure and try my best to not control my volume for her.

This had so much more written to it but it didn't save and I was not in the mood to rewrite it.

[ickytreats]

The sudden need to listen to someone tell me all the obsessive, dirty, and messed up things they want to do to me in full detail.

I've also been feeling like I need a good mean but sweet talking to.

A girl can dream ...

[tsumi-tsumine]

I want a man who will treat me like his daughter, his baby daughter. I want him to put a pacifier in my mouth when he's inside me so I don't whine. I want him to caress my face gently, soothingly. To sweet things like "look at my sweet girl so pretty”, "you like being with Dad, right? Of course you do, you're a daddy's girl”, with that silly overly bubbly tone adults use when speaking to toddlers, you know the one?

If I make a face like I'm about to cry, he'd coo, with a soothing voice “no, no, baby, it's okay, papa is not doing anything bad, don't cry baby, don't cry, everything's fine, little one”

It's so lovely, right? All while his hips keep rolling, thrusting deeply without stopping. A man as sweet as a father, while doing dirty things, imagining me as a kid…

[dollyivy]

what’s truly better than believing that the more a man ages, the poorer his cock performs during sex, is realizing it might be the complete opposite and that you’ve hit the jackpot— having older.ᐟ leon kennedy rock your entire world from the very first moment his tongue rolled hungrily between your legs and his lips part open at the sight of your heated wet cunt. or from the second he pulled out his hard on out of his pants and bended you over in the backseat of his custom porsche. the head on his cock between you folds; his fist around the girthy base, lubing you up with his precum, mixed with your sweet juices and spit.

it only takes one night with older.ᐟ leon kennedy to realize all that nonsense is straight up just a myth. you might think that a forty nine year old wouldn’t be able to keep up anymore and that guys your age will always fuck you better. that he can’t make you come all over his cock. that’s simply not true. you’ve never been sexually satisfied before him and all the pent up sexual tension grew more frustrating.

with leon, it’s impossible and inevitable to avoid the intense urge for squirt all needy and dizzy. it’s not even his stamina that gets you so drunk on his cock (although after being cured by elpis, he’s been fucking you like a madman in heat) it’s his technique and experience. the care. the softness in his voice when he coos sweet words of reassurance in between low grunts when he fucks you from behind, with two fingers shoved inside your mouth. you’re taking it so damn well.

you’ve never met a man who knows exactly how to curve his cock inside your pussy and press it right down on your g spot. the pleasure is unbearably high. you can feel it radiate through your entire body when you finally let it all out, you drip wet with squirt.