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[bigcockgothgf]

For the writing thing, do smth about tricking me into being tied up orsmth like that, i dont think you'll do anything to me, knock me up etc etc 🥺

Ask and yee shall recieve~ I know its a bit early for something halloween themed, but I hate the summer so much this is my escapist fantasy 😭😭😭

(CW / TW noncon, bondage, breeding, rough sex)

I'd always been so sweet to you, never hesitating to offer any form of help that I could. So when I asked you to help me out by volunteering to help cover shifts at the haunted house I worked at, you reluctantly obliged. You had more fun than you thought you would, your hair hanging messily down in front of your face, dressed in a tattered white dress and with make-up to make your cheeks look sunken-in, your eyes more wild. But even this wasn't enough to make you stop looking so irresistibly adorable~

Your role was simple; a prisoner, chained to a brick (plastic) wall and behind a set of bars, who would jump out and growl at the passing customers, struggling against your chains. You got a good fright out of a lot of them, and though you didn't think much of it then, you notice during your shift that the chains holding you to the wall are surprisingly sturdy.

The night comes and goes without a hitch, and soon it's closing. You hear me whistle as I come down the hall, giggling as I come to face you, a ring of keys spinning on my finger. "You know, you were a natural today~! And the outfit really suits you~ you should do this more often!" You smile and laugh, agreeing, happily offering to help out at the haunted house any time.

"Oh no bestie! Don't get me wrong, you did fantastic! But that's not what I meant." My hand grabs your hip as I pocket the ring of keys, a sly smile twisting across my face. "I meant you were a natural at *this*" I say, playfully jangling the chains with my free hand. "They look so good on you...I really should get you into these more often~" I let out a soft giggle as your nervously chuckle, asking me to stop fooling around and to undo the cuffs. "Oh come on bestie~ who knows when's the next time I'll have you all to myself like this?" I say, reaching up and groping your breast, my hand gently but firmly sinking into the soft flesh, kneading your breast as my other hand yanks your hips forward, pressing your pelvis to mine.

I giggle as you squirm under me, in a bit of a panic, asking what I'm doing. "Oh bestie please don't act like you didn't see this coming~" My slender fingers tease your nipples through the thin fabric of your tattered dress, getting both hard as I reach around to squeeze your plump, soft ass. "Just relax, okay sweetheart? Trust me, you'll enjoy this if you let yourself~" I say before grabbing either side of the dress's neckline and tearing the fabric in two, exposing your breasts and your soft, cotton panties as you yelp and plead for me to stop playing around, insisting that this isn't funny anymore.

But I'm no longer listening. Not that I would've stopped if I was. Both my hands now move to your ass, pulling you upwards and off your feet, your legs now hanging on either side of my hips as I line forward, burying my face into one of your breasts and hungrily latching onto your nipple. You cry out in shock, a slight whimpering moan escaping your lips. You can't believe I'm doing this, someone you trusted so much, taking advantage of you. My hot, slick tongue teases your nipple as I suck on it, before pulling away with a pop. I sit stand there, panting, admiring your erect nipple and the black circle of lipstick staining the skin around it, before leaning back down and doing the same to your other. My hips grinding furiously against yours, as if I'm trying to fuck you through our clothes.

I pull away once again, a thin string of saliva connecting my lips to your breast before it slowly breaks and fades away. My lipstick smudged messily across my face, saliva coating my chin. I wipe my mouth on my elbow and smile with half-lidded eyes, in a bit of a trance before the sound of your frustrated crying snaps me briefly out of it. I lean forward, cooing to you softly as I wipe away your tears, my face inches from yours. "I,m sorry bestie, I really am. You know this isn't me, you know I don't want to do this." I say, pulling my hand from your face and down to my skirt, lifting the fabric up and pulling my panties down; My thick cock slapping against your stomach, showing you in no uncertain words just how deeply I'm going to invade you. "You have no idea how hard it is to resist you bestie. Please, just this once, you need to take responsibility for what you do to me." I bounce you in my arms, pulling you closer against my hips and getting a better grip on you. My free hand grabbing one side of your panties and tearing it, the cotton fabric hanging limply around your right thigh.

My hand reaches down between your legs as tears stream down your face, pleading with me as my hand caresses your soft lips. "shhhh bestie, you're already so wet~ Just try to be honest okay? your body already is~" Desperate, you beg for me to at least use a condom, that it's a dangerous day, that you can't get pregnant. "Fine, fine I don't have a condom but I promise to pull out, okay?" You shake your head, once again repeating no, no, no, that it's too risky, that even precum can get people pregnant occasionally, but once again I've long since stopped listening. Your begging gets more frantic, more desperate as you feel the throbbing, red-hot tip of my cock slide up and down your soaked slit, covering your entrance in not only your own sweet juices, but my thick, cloudy pre-cum. At the last moment you at least beg me to be gentle, to go easy on you because you' ve never taken anything that big, but as I pull my hips back you realize quickly that I wont even grant you that much.

I thrust forward, slamming my monstrous member into your unprepared cunt hard enough to bounce you briefly upwards. I grunt of triumph and aroused frustration escapes my mouth as I hunch over you, my lipstick-smeared mouth open in a soft O as I pant. You let out a yelp at first, but as your pussy is immediately overwhelmed you don't even have the strength to scream. It's as if you can feel my cock throbbing against your lungs, p[pushing the air out of them, forcing you to breathe in rapid pants. You look down to see that it isn't far from the truth, my cock bulging deeper in your abdomen than you thought was possible. An odd anger washes over me. Not at your, or anything you've done, but at your body, as well as my own. You feel good, too good, far better than I expected, hoped, or dreamed, and I want more. I desperately want to fuck you deeper, despite already hitting myself inside of you, the euphoric joy of your cunt constricting around my cock has immediately spoiled pleasure to me, and now I can never get enough of it.

I start slow at first, but far from gentle. Clenching my teeth and letting out an angry grunt as I pull almost entirely out before slamming back in, repeating this over and over, each time letting out an animalistic grunt that contrasts the breathless whimpers that each firm fuck forces out of you. "fuck this too good, god your cunt feels like fucking heaven." You don't recognize me in this moment, and in all honesty, neither do I. The sweet, doting friend you had known for so long has been replaced with a desperate beast in heat, forcing you to take her cock whether you like it or not.

My panting grows more rapid, more desperate as my hips follows suit. Fucking upwards into you faster and faster, yet never losing that beastial strength. I no longer attempt to speak anymore. A waste of respiration that should be put towards railing you, Yet still, involuntary grunts and growls slip past my lips as my hands roughly squeeze your thighs, holding you up.

The sound of my heavy, full balls clapping against your ass has filled not just the makeshift cell, but the entirety of the deserted attraction. A rapid, unceasing, constant clap that indicates each time my cock slams into your cervix. Your own eyes are now half-lidded, overwhelmed by your pleasure. Too weak to protest, resigned to your fate, taking my cock like a good girl until you begin to feel my tempo falter. My hips begin to thrust erratically, no longer a constant stream of wild thrusts, but a stumbling arrhythmic cacophony. My cock swells inside you, twitching and spasming rapidly as my grunts become more frequent, higher-pitched, almost a whine as I hold tightly onto you, pounding you as hard as my body can muster, my hips and lungs burning from exhaustion.

You realize too late what's happening. Your hands shoot to my chest, sinking into my small breasts as you remind me of my promise, beg me to pull out. You're in disbelief, surely this can't be happening? It all feels like a bad joke. But you're helpless as my head darts forward, forcing my lips to yours. My tongue thrusts into your mouth, invading your soft lips as I groan into you before you feel my cock slam into you harder than ever before, and you're forced to hang there in horror as you feel rope after rope of thick, hot, virile cum being pumped into you. Your screams are muffled by my mouth, as you thrash against me, silently begging me to stop, but it's too late. An unbelievable amount of cum is forced into you, your eyes once again becoming tired, half-lidded as your body forces you to cum around my cock.

It's clear by the sheer volume and thickness of my load alone that I had saved up for this. That I had planned this. That this wasn't some spur of the moment decision. My hips continue to pump in and out of you in shallow, violent thrusts. each time my cock is pulled away and slammed back against your cervix, another white-hot jet of seed is pumped into you.

Finally, our orgasms subside, yet still I don't pull out of you. I simply hold you close to me, breathing heavily in your ear, my cock growing soft inside of you as you slowly drift into unconsciousness, my tongue still exploring your mouth, as you silently pray that you'll wake up to find that this was all a dream.

(this was really fun! I hope I met your expectations!)

[sweetfairyboy]

Every night he'd gotten closer and closer to violating her. She was so attached to her daddy, she didn't want to sleep alone. He loved having his baby in his bed so he indulged her. She was so soft and warm cuddled up to his chest at night.

But things changed the night before her first day at a new school. She slept fitfully that night, and kept squirming in her sleep, rubbing up against her daddy's dick. He tried to shift away from her but every time he moved she'd start to wake up and cry, and he couldn't bear it. And he knew she'd have an easier time tomorrow if she was well rested. He really didn't want to wake her up. So he tried to be a good dad and ignore how good it felt. He told himself he shouldn't be feeling that way. And then he got hard, and he was stuck. No way was he going to move now, and risk his kid waking up to her dad's hard cock rubbing against her. He laid awake all night, staying so still, panting and holding her a little too tight to him.

Since that night, it's only gotten worse. He's grown more and more obsessed with her body and how good it feels. She's so soft, so warm. It takes everything he has not to let his hands wander too far when she sleeps. He rubs her body soothingly, his hands getting so close to places he should never touch, but he's never crossed that line. He knew it would hurt her if he did, and he couldn't stand that. So he endured it until he just couldn't anymore.

Tonight is the night he's finally going to get what he's been waiting so long for. He portioned out the drug so carefully, weighing it on two different scales to be extra sure. He could never be too careful when it came to his baby. And then he mixed it into her drink.

Now she's wearing her pjs and sitting in his lap watching tv. He's focusing so hard trying not to think about what he's about to do so he doesn't get hard while she's conscious enough to remember. She starts to doze off in his arms, and he pets her hair and rocks her gently until she falls asleep completely. Then he picks her up and carries her to his bed.

He lays her down gently and just stares for a moment. She looks so perfect in her little night gown. So beautiful..and innocent. Like an angel. He's so in love with her. He bites his lip and leans down over her. He tenderly brushes a little bit of hair out of her face and leans down to press the lightest, gentlest kiss to her lips. Then he hovers over her for a second with his eyes closed, just breathing and collecting himself. And then he kisses her again.

She's completely unconscious, her face is limp as he forces kisses that get more and more desperate on her. He's holding her cheek cupped delicately in his hand when he pushes his thumb between her lips and opens her mouth. He pushes it deeper in and runs it across her tongue. God it's so soft. He needs to feel it more. He leans down and forces his big tongue inside her little mouth and moans.

Fuck every part of her is just so soft.

As he makes out with his daughter's unconscious body he starts to rock his hips, rubbing his hard cock against her. This is what he's been wanting for so long. Fuck, finally. He can feel precum starting to soak through his boxers. He reaches down to stroke himself over his sweatpants while he kisses her and moans into her mouth.

Then he lets his hand wander up from his cock over her belly towards her chest. He cups her soft developing breast in his hand and squeezes gently. His thumb glides over her nipple and he can feel it stiffen a little through her nightgown. It makes him so hungry for her. He reaches down and slowly, so slowly, lifts her nightgown up to expose her cute little panties and her small soft tits. He lets out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

He explores her body with his mouth and hands. At first he's gentle, taking his time worshipping every inch of her. But he starts to get desperate. And he gets faster, rougher. He takes his cock out of his pants and grinds it against her soft thighs while he roughly tugs on her nipples and forces his tongue down her throat. Not having to hold back is amazing. He's like an animal.

With all his precum lubing up her thighs he slips between them suddenly and moans as he feels how wet she is through her underwear. Fuck. He didn't know kids could get wet like that. As he starts to fuck her thighs she gets wetter, completely soaking through her panties. He needs that cunt.

He'd planned to take his time, and he'd tried, but not having to stop for anything, finally getting to act on every desire without regret, was making him lose control. He tried to take his time and worship her cunt through her panties first, but when he spread her legs and got close all he could manage to do was press his tongue as deep into her cunt through her underwear as he could before he tore them off and started to eat her out desperately.

She was still completely out cold. He explores her cunt with his tongue, reveling in every fold and worshipping her hole. He sucks on her clit and fucks her hole with his tongue. He can't believe how wet she is, how much is gushing out onto his tongue. He's addicted.

He jacks himself off fast, desperate, while he eats her out. Then he can't take it anymore. He climbs up and presses the tip of his cock against her cunt. He lets out a deep throaty groan as he grinds against her. He starts to fuck against her cunt like an animal, humping her tiny helpless body ferally. It makes him crazy. He's lost his mind completely with how good it feels. Every time his cock catches a little on her hole he tries to resist the urge to push it inside. Finally, he can't resist anymore.

He's not going to fuck her. He's just going to see how much of the tip he can fit inside her and jack himself off. He pushes against her tiny hole. It's not going in at all, she's just too small. But he's past the point of stopping. He desperately rubs her clit while pressing against her hole jacking himself off. Her hole starts to give, just a little, but he's too impatient to wait for it to let him in slowly. He forces his way inside her. He doesn't stop at the tip. He groans the whole time he slowly pushes inside until he bottoms out, shoving her cervix up a little. She's going to be so sore in the morning but he isn't capable of thinking about that right now. His mind is gone. All he can do is pound into her tiny body like an animal. He fucks her at a brutal pace, shoving in deep enough to pound her cervix every time.

Finally he cums inside her, bottomed out with the tip of his cock pressing against her cervix. Every drop flows inside of her womb, there's so much her belly starts to bulge. He just can't stop cumming. There's so much that it starts flowing out while he's still inside, barely escaping with how tight she is around his giant cock.

He collapses on top of her and breathes heavy for a long time before he picks her up and carries her to the tub. He washes her off thoroughly, gently, remorsefully. He takes his time. Then he puts her in clean pjs and carries her back to bed. He spends the rest of the night holding her close and guiltily googling on his phone trying to find home remedies for soreness sex.

[dads-sweetprlncess]

Oh my god oh my god oh my godddddddd

[corwin77]

You're a trans boy, but your family rejects you, the only one who accepts you is your your divorced dad, so you move in with him. You’ve been living with your dad for a few weeks now. It’s been a relief, after everything with your mom and your sister. He’s the only one who ever used your chosen name, who called you his son. You finally feel like you can breathe.

Tonight, you’re already in bed, half-asleep, when the door creaks open. The hall light silhouettes him in the doorway. “Hey, kiddo,” he says softly, his voice a little thick. “Can’t sleep. Mind if I sit for a bit?” You mumble a sleepy sure, shifting over. He doesn’t just sit, though. He settles on the edge of the mattress, the weight of him dipping it. You can smell a faint hint of whiskey on his breath. His hand comes to rest on your shoulder, over the blanket.

“I’m so proud of you, you know,” he says, his thumb rubbing slow circles. “My brave boy.” His hand slides down, over your arm. It feels… heavy. Too intimate. It doesn’t stop at your elbow. His palm slides over your hip, and his fingers curl, pressing into the flesh there. Your breath hitches.

“Dad?” you whisper, confusion and a cold dread starting to pool in your stomach. “Shh,” he murmurs, his other hand coming up to brush your hair from your forehead.

His gaze is dark, intense, in the low light. “It’s okay. Daddy’s here. Daddy understands you better than anyone.” His hand on your hip slips under the hem of your t-shirt, his skin hot against yours. “I know what my boy needs.”

His hand moves with a terrible certainty, slipping under your shirt to cup your bare breast. You gasp, a jolt of something sharp and wrong shooting through you. “Dad, stop,” you choke out, your voice small and trembling. You try to push his hand away, but your own arms feel weak, leaden. He ignores your feeble protest, his thumb finding your nipple and rubbing it slowly, deliberately, until it hardens into a tight peak against his palm. You want to scream, to shove him off the bed, but a traitorous heat is pooling low in your belly. Your body is betraying you, responding to the rough familiarity of his touch even as your mind screams that this is your father.

He pulls the blanket down further, exposing more of you to the cool air and his hungry gaze. His other hand joins the first, groping and kneading your other breast, his breath coming heavier. “See?” he murmurs, his voice husky. “Your body knows. It knows who takes care of it. Who really loves you.”

A soft, pathetic whimper escapes you as arousal floods your veins, making your skin hypersensitive and your pussy clench with empty need. You hate it, you hate how wet you’re getting, but you can’t make yourself move away.

He keeps touching you, his hands rough and claiming on your breasts. You squirm, trying to pull away, but the blankets are tangled around your legs. You whisper “no” again, but it comes out as a weak, shaky breath. His fingers pinch and roll your nipples, sending sharp sparks of sensation straight to your core. You can feel yourself getting wet, a hot, shameful slickness between your thighs that you can’t control. Your breathing gets faster, each gasp hitching in your chest as he leans closer, his whiskey-scented breath hot on your neck. You know this is wrong, so wrong, but your body arches into his touch anyway, a soft moan escaping your lips before you can choke it back.

His hand slides down your stomach, dipping past the waistband of your sleep pants. His fingers find the damp fabric of your underwear, and a low, knowing chuckle rumbles in his chest. “See?” he whispers, his voice thick with triumph. “I knew you liked it. My good boy.” You whimper, trying to squeeze your thighs together, but his other hand is already on your knee, pushing your legs apart with an easy, terrifying strength. He hooks his fingers into your pants and underwear, pulling them down your hips in one rough motion. The cool air hits your wet, exposed pussy, making you shiver.

“So wet for me already,” he murmurs, his gaze fixed between your legs. He doesn’t wait. Two of his thick fingers slide through your slick folds, pressing against your entrance. You cry out, a broken sound, as he pushes them inside you in one slow, relentless stroke. Your body clenches around the intrusion, hot and tight, and he lets out a satisfied groan.

“There you go. Taking Daddy’s fingers so well.” He starts to move them, curling and scissoring inside you, the wet sounds obscenely loud in the quiet room.

He keeps fingering you, his thrusts deep and deliberate, stretching you open. Your hips jerk helplessly, your body responding to the rhythm he sets even as tears sting your eyes. He leans down, his mouth close to your ear. “You feel that? That’s how much you want this. How much you need your dad.” He adds a third finger, and the burn makes you gasp, your back arching off the bed. You’re so full, so shamefully wet, and every drag of his fingers sends another wave of unwanted pleasure crashing through you. You can hear the slick, filthy sounds of his hand working your pussy, and you know he’s watching your face, watching you come apart.

The orgasm crashes over you, a violent, shuddering wave that tightens your entire body around his thrusting fingers. You cry out, a ragged, sobbing sound, as you come helplessly on his hand. He groans, watching your face contort with pleasure, his fingers working you through the last pulses.

Before you can even catch your breath, he leans down, his mouth closing hot and wet over your nipple, sucking hard. At the same time, you feel the thick, blunt head of his cock press against your slick, used entrance. You’re still pulsing and open from your orgasm, impossibly sensitive. He pushes forward, just an inch, and you feel yourself stretching around him, a broken whimper escaping your lips.

He pushes into you slowly, the thick length of him stretching you wider than his fingers ever could. You feel every inch as he sinks deeper, a low groan rumbling from his chest. Your body is still trembling from your climax, oversensitive and tight, and the slow, relentless invasion makes you gasp. He bottoms out, his hips flush against yours, and stays there for a moment, buried to the hilt inside you. Then he begins to move. Long, deep strokes that drag his cock almost all the way out before plunging back in. The wet, slapping sound of skin on skin fills the room, mixed with your ragged breathing and his rough grunts. He keeps his mouth on your breast, sucking and biting at your nipple, sending sharp jolts of sensation straight to your core with every thrust. His hands grip your hips, holding you in place as he fucks into you with a steady, possessive rhythm. You can feel him everywhere—the heat of his body, the scratch of his stubble, the overwhelming fullness as he claims you. Tears leak from the corners of your eyes, but your hips lift to meet his, your body betraying you completely, welcoming each deep stroke.

The pleasure builds again, a tight, coiling pressure deep in your belly that you can’t fight. His cock drags against that sensitive spot inside you with every deep thrust, and your breath comes in sharp, ragged gasps. Your legs wrap around his waist on their own, pulling him deeper, and you feel the moment you start to unravel. A high, broken cry is torn from your throat as you come, your pussy clenching and fluttering around his length in hard, rhythmic pulses.

You shake beneath him, overwhelmed by the intensity. He groans, a rough, animal sound, and his thrusts become erratic, losing their rhythm. He buries himself to the hilt and holds there, his body shuddering against yours. You feel the hot, pulsing release as he cums deep inside you, his seed flooding your tight channel in thick, wet spurts. He grunts with each pulse, pressing his forehead against your shoulder, his hips grinding against yours as he empties himself completely. You can feel the warmth spreading inside you, filling you up, a claiming, possessive heat that leaves you breathless and trembling. He stays like that for a long moment, still inside you, both of you slick with sweat and utterly spent.

He holds you close afterward, his body heavy and warm on top of you. His hand strokes up and down your back in a slow, gentle caress, his touch so at odds with what just happened.

“My good boy,” he murmurs into your hair, his voice low and satisfied. “You did so well for me.” You’re trembling, overwhelmed and confused, but his praise wraps around you like a blanket. Even as you try to process it, your body betrays you again.

You feel his softening cock still buried inside you, and you can’t help the instinctive, tight squeeze of your pussy around him. It’s a helpless, pulsing clench, milking the last of his seed from him. He lets out a soft, pleased groan at the sensation, nuzzling against your neck.

“See?” he whispers, his lips brushing your skin. “You can’t even help it. You were made for this, for me.” He stays inside you, holding you there as if he never wants to let go, his gentle petting never stopping.

[t-bb-boy]

Please. This is everything to me.

[filtheopathic]

i had a very gross thought

[filtheopathic]

(tw : dc!! sex work, free use, stuckage kinda, incest. i won’t hold you, this is gross all around.)

ok so. reader who works in one of those reverse gloryhole establishments. you know, the ones where people are stuck in a wall, top halves hidden behind it and bottom halves exposed for free use. it’s a bit of a kink for you, and the money is good. you get paid to just lay there and be licked and fingered and fucked without ever having to see anybody’s face, it’s a win-win for you honestly.

the longer you work there, the more you begin to recognize your regulars. there are a lot of faceless holes to choose from, but they always seem to beeline it for yours, and that’s flattering in a way. obviously you can’t see them, but you’ve learned to tell who they are by the feel of them, or by their little routines (one seems to enjoy just rubbing himself on your clit until he finishes, another comes near the end of the night to clean you up with his mouth and bust in his own fist), or by the way they sound when they cum.

but there’s one in particular that really interests you.

for one, his cock is huge. the first time you took him you thought you would break. he was slow and gentle about it though, got you nice and lubed up and fucked you open on his fingers when he realized you couldn’t take it right away. rubbed your thighs with those big, rough hands of his in encouragement the whole time he eased in, inch by agonizing inch. since then you’ve gotten used to him, and thank god you did because now when he gives you all of him you see fucking stars. you can always expect to have an orgasm when he comes by. he fucks you so good, you almost wonder why he’s coming to an establishment like this in the first place.

the other thing that mystifies you is you’ve never heard his voice. not a groan, not a curse, nothing. you spend a lot of your time laying there imagining what he must sound like. every time he empties himself inside you (he never does it anywhere else) you’re always hoping this will be the time that he makes some noise for you.

and one day, he finally does.

it’s a weird day. you slept through your alarm and were late for your day job, you made a small screw up that your boss was particularly ornery about, and to top it all off you got a call from your dad right before walking into this seedy side gig of yours. you ended up unloading on him about your day and he called you “sweetheart” in that sympathetic dad voice of his. it made you feel a little guilty. a little gross. you ultimately tell yourself that you’re an adult who needs to pay rent, and what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

it’s a damn relief that your favorite regular eventually shows up. you could use the release after the stressful day you had. and he gives it to you, multiple times. he’s really hogging you tonight, making you cum on his fingers and his cock like this is more about your pleasure than his. it’s like he knows your body so well that he can feel the tension of the day wound up in it.

with all those orgasms he’s given you, you’re extra sensitive. extra wet. he’s stretching you around his cock so good and hitting that spot inside you with such force that you know this next one is going to be different. he spits down on your pussy, stroke never faltering as he begins rubbing circles into your clit with his thumb. you’ve never squirted before but you’ve heard enough about them to know this feeling.

he pulls out when you do it. plays with your cunt and strokes himself as you gush. you make such a mess that you can hear it splashing down onto the floor below. it’s the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had, pleasure wrung from your body so throughly that you feel you should emerge from the wall and thank him.

through the haze of your aftershocks, you hear his voice for the first time. gruff, encouraging, a little proud.

fatherly.

“that’s it, sweetheart. good job.”

your stomach lurches with an all-consuming, abject horror.

your favorite regular — the one whose cock you think about when you go home, the one whose touch you imagine when the other clients aren’t doing it for you, the one who makes you cum so hard your body tingles for hours after — is your dad. he has been your dad this whole time. and as he slides back in and resumes the pace you’ve come to know so well, you are helpless to stop him. helplessly trapped in this wall for the duration of your shift with your dad’s thick, warm load steadily dribbling out of your pussy.

[girlzlovinggirlzlovingme]

"I love you, okay? And, I know you love me, so just please don't make me stop."

You try and push her off of you, she ended up going inside even though you keep telling her you don't want her to keep going.

"Please, please, please, please. I know you don't mean any of that, I know you're just doing this for show. I know you really love me. I know you'll let me keep going because you love me, right?"

Her hips keep moving, with more force and speed than is comfortable for you. It's a struggle to find the energy to fight back.

"See? It's so much better when you let me do this. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you so much. You feel so incredible. You feel so perfect, so, so, so, so, so perfect."

It's too much. You're hardly able to let out a meager 'Please. . . Stop. . ." before you find yourself instinctually moaning.

"No! You don't mean that. There's no way you mean that. You love me. I know you love me. You said we belong together, and I think so too. That's why I'm doing this! We belong together, so let me make you feel good! I know you don't want me to stop, and I promise I won't till you feel as good as I do!"

Her grip tightens on your waist. You hate that it feels as good as it does. You wish that there was any way to stop this, to leave, to have this never have happened in the first place.

But there isn't.

"Fuck! I'm close. . . Can I cum inside? Please? It's okay if you say no, I know you're just kidding. But I want you to say it. Say that you want to feel me impregnate you. Please. Please. Please. . . For me. . ."

She looks at you. Despite all that she's doing, she still looks so pathetic. You know how badly she wants this, so maybe if you indulge her it'll make her feel better.

"I. . . I want you to get me pregnant. . . please. . ."

Her face lights up, and she looks so happy.

"Thank you! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"

Her hands move off your waistline and wrap around your neck. She moves her body to press against you, laying her neck on your shoulder. You feel the heat of her breath, how hard she's breathing, she whispers into your ear.

"I. Love. You."

It's the last thing you hear before she bucks her hips and goes as deep into you as she can, letting her cock shoot rope after rope inside of you.

[weaklittlefakeboy]

i’m thinking of a world where men entering adulthood are paired with women entering adulthood and symbolically enter manhood during a public claiming ceremony. during these ceremonies the woman is forced to lay spread eagled on a bed in the middle of an arena- ensuring her spread legs and pussy are able to be seen by everyone in the massive crowd. the man shows his dominance and superiority over the woman- who will become his wife- by fucking and impregnating her in front of their entire town.

you’re a trans man living in this society where this tradition is followed and today is your 20th birthday- you’re entering symbolic adulthood and your ceremony is today. though you perceive yourself as a man in every sense of the word and feel it deep in your soul- your small stature, delicate features, and most of all- bouncy b cup tits and pussy- define you as a woman in the eyes of everyone in your town.

womanhood and the ceremony where you will be fucked and bred are inescapable for you.

you stare blankly at the wall in front of you as your mom and sister fuss over your appearance- dressing you in the traditional ceremonial attire. you look towards the mirror and feel entirely disconnected from the image staring back at you. despite the short hair cut you gave yourself weeks ago- you are dressed in a delicate white sun dress and certainly look the part of the wife you will soon become.

your mom- who went through this ceremony like all women before her- cups your face and smiles “don’t be nervous my darling. it may hurt at first but entering womanhood and submitting to your husband is a beautiful thing. i’m so excited to spoil my grandbabies.” you flush at the reminder of your fate and stay silent. “come, it’s almost time.”

a line of older women who have already undergone the ceremony surround you and lead you in a slow walk through the long hallway leading into the breeding arena. as you walk closer, the noise of the crowd waiting excitedly grows louder. your ears ring with nervousness as you walk through the grand arch and take in the crowd before you. as you walk closer to the center you see the vague outline of your soon-to-be husband walking at a matching pace through the corresponding arch surrounded by men who smirk and shove him playfully towards the bed in the center of the room. the crowd goes crazy at the sight of the man and his new bride- leering and shouting obscenities that blend into one cacophony of noise.

“fuck her!” “make her scream!” “knock her up!”

as you and the man meet in the center of the arena- you get your first look at his face and gasp. your breeder is your childhood best friend, matthew. he was the one person you felt safe enough to admit your transness to. he had held your hand and reassured you through all the pain you felt growing up. and he… looked almost excited?

you took a step back but were shoved forward by your mother who looked at you reassuringly. the priest stepped forward and silenced the crowd with a raised hand. the new hush that fell over the mass of people was almost worse than the yelling. you took in the hungry eyes of the men in the stadium and the almost sympathetic looks from the women. you felt a deep shame and embarrassment that all of these people were about to watch you get impregnated- especially as you began to notice familiar faces. teachers, friends, family. you snapped out of your observations as the priest began to speak.

“we gather here today to witness the coming of age of this fine young man. matthew. here, in this sacred arena where many of you found yourselves not too long ago or will find yourselves soon- we will observe as matthew’s bride submits to his dominance and masculine superiority and becomes his woman and the mother of his offspring- which will become the new generation.” the crowd hums. the man turns towards matthew and his father. “men, prepare the bride.”

your heart pounds in your chest as the women who led you into the stadium excluding your mother- stride away from you. matthew comes towards you and grabs you by the chin- forcing you took up at him as he towers over you. “i’m so happy it was you” he says taking in your attire. “i can’t wait to show you how a real man treats his woman”

you barely have a moment to feel your betrayal before your dress is stripped from your body and you are thrown onto the bed. leaving you bare and exposed to the crowd. matthew doesn’t waste a moment- he gropes your chest, fondling one of your breasts and looking down at you with an unreadable expression. he trails his other hand down your trembling form- pausing at your flat stomach. “i’m going to make you swell with my children, and i won’t stop at one. i want a big family.” you whimper and try to push him off but your hands are pinned by two people behind you. you stretch your head back and flush when you see that they belong to your mother and matthew’s father.

“this is the undeniable place of a woman.” started the priest again as you began to weep “she lies, restrained, underneath the strong form of her man. notice, my people, how weak and fragile she appears under the strength of our young matthew. how he towers over her. the natural place of a woman is submission- while a man feels the urge to dominate and control.”

matthew’s hand makes its way down to your pussy and he wastes no time shoving a finger inside of your quivering hole, thumb playing with your clit. you moan against your will and he smirks. “you can deny you like this and struggle all you want, but your wet pussy, she doesn’t lie.” he began to finger fuck you fast and you throw your head back with unwilling ecstasy. the bed shifts beneath you as your former friend climbs onto the bed alongside you- stroking his growing cock. “i’m going to fuck you so hard, i’m going to make your brain melt and make you forget that you ever wanted anything other than this right here.” he curved his fingers and pressed on your g spot making you squeal femininely and arch your back obscenely. the crowd echoed with laughter that elevated your shame- though you were quickly losing your inhibitions as the pleasure grew stronger.

“look at this” he grabbed your chin once more, forcing you to look down this time. your mouth fell open as you gazed upon his long, thick cock that he rested over your stomach. how would that ever fit inside of you? “this is what real men have. they use it to fuck girls like you. you always whined and cried about how nobody would ever see you as a man- but how could they? look at your stupid little needy pussy weeping for my cock already. you can deny it but this pussy right here?” he slapped it making you gasp “was born for taking cock and receiving a man’s seed.“

he emphasized his point by lining up his cock, making your heart pound in anticipation, before slipping in in one long thrust that forced unimaginably embarrassing noises from your mouth. your eyes rolled back into your head as you were officially submitted. the crowd roared as matthew finally claimed you as his wife and the breeding ceremony began.

arms still restrained above your head, you gasped and moaned like a bitch as matthew began to fuck you. every thrust filled you with warmth and filthy filthy pleasure. “look at me bitch” matthew grunted. you opened your eyes and made eye contact with your husband. “you’re such a good girl. this is the rest of your life, whore. you’re going to give me so many children. you’ll be a good mother.”

matthew’s strong hands grabbed at your waist and he began to fuck you harder, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder. the change in angle had your eyes rolling into the back of your head and your jaw dropping. “oh oh oh my god” you moaned. your tongue fell out of your mouth as you felt unimaginable pleasure. you knew then that you had absolutely no power. your mom and matthew’s father kept your arms tightly restrained above your head, his masculine hands caressed your soon to be pregnant stomach, your tits bounced with every thrust of his hips against your ass. you were submitting to him entirely. the thought made you gasp and throw your head to the side.

“fuck yeah, uh. fucking bitch-“ you vaguely registered matthew’s words and opened your eyes to take in the crowd that was watching you be dominated so profusely. the men looked hungrily at your spread legs and fucked out pussy. even the priest looked at you and saw nothing but a woman being put in her place. not one of those hungry eyes were looking at your bouncing breasts and saw a man. matthew seemed to catch your line of thought and laughed as he thrusted in and out of your weeping pussy.

he let go of your lifted leg, resting it on his shoulder, and you were ashamed to say you made no effort to move- too lost in agonizing pleasure and an indescribable loss. he grabbed your throat and looked down at you again. “you’re a woman- MY woman. say it. say it and maybe i’ll let you come.”

“i- i’m your woman.” you gasped as he put more pressure on your neck.

“you were made for me, you will spread your legs for me at my every whim and carry my children. because that was what you were made for.”

he slapped your face and accentuated his words with a hard thrust. the pleasure was building even more now.

“i, oooh, was made for matthew, i will spread my legs for him at his every whim and carry his children. because that was what i was made for.”

“good girl” he said, you nodded and screamed with pleasure as he lifted both of your legs and spread them wide- jostling your whole body with a newfound vigor. “i’m gonna come inside you and make you a mommy, slut.”

those words alone made your back arch and toes curl as you came your brains out on his superior cock. your mind went blank with pleasure. but he wasn’t stopping. you didn’t even realize, but your arms were released from their hold as you climaxed. unrestrained, your arms unconsciously wrapped around your new husbands back as you shook and squealed and finally gave into your role.

“ahhhh, fuck me please keep fucking me. oh my God. please give me your babies i’ll be a good girl i promise please just keep going.” matthew laughed in your ear, the sound deep and full.

“whatever you say, wife.” he pushed your legs down and folded you into a mating press, fucking you hard and fast and- somehow- at the perfect angle. each and every thrust hit your g spot and another orgasm was coming on fast. you couldn’t control the noises that were coming out of your mouth- you scratched lines into your man’s back as the pleasure built up again. he moaned in your ear “i’m close, i’m gonna flood your womb with cum.”

you screamed louder than you’d ever screamed before as you felt your husbands cock twitch inside you and warm jets of cum shot straight into your fertile womb. this climax was even better than the previous and you lay there- the picture of womanliness and submission.

you barely registered your husband pulling out of your used pussy or your legs falling onto the mattress. you were completely fucked out. your tongue lolled to the side as you smiled slightly, eyes glazed over, legs twitching and cum slowly leaking out of you. distantly you heard matthew’s father joking with his son “i guess you really made her brain melt huh kid?”, your mother brushed your hair out of your face and whispered words of congratulations, the crowd cheered and chanted.

but all of that noise faded into the background as waves of pleasure ran through you. maybe being a woman wasn’t so bad after all.

[breeding-whore-02]

Dream🥺

[lizzykink]

Insomnia

Tags: grandfather/granddaughter, incest, defloration, virgin blood, non-con play WARNING: This contains non-con play between two consenting adults. Please don’t read if you’re not into it.

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The springs of the couch creak when I turn around for the seventeenth time. Angrily I push my head into my pillow and huff into my blanket. ‘Sleep, dammit’, I command myself. ‘I don’t have time for this. My entire future depends upon this and you have nothing better to do than keeping me awake. That’s just rude. I hate you, brain.’ Tomorrow, I have my interview at one of the best colleges in the country. I think most of you can relate to why I can’t sleep. I’m not good with these sort of things. I hate being in the spotlight, I hate talking about myself. Or talking in general. These days it seems all people do is talk, talk, talk, without saying anything of value. In my opinion, if you don’t have anything to say, you should just shut the fuck up. The world is loud enough without your jibberjabber. Yes, I know, this is probably very anti-social of me. I agree with you. It’s just one more reason to be nervous. Tomorrow, I have to pretend that I like people. That I am social, outgoing, that I want to go to that college to change the world.

Ugh.

Why can’t I admit that I just want to learn things because it’s fascinating? That I don’t give a rat’s ass about the world and humanity’s self-made problems? That I want to study and become a scientist because nature/life/the cosmos is fucking amazing and I desperately want to understand how it works?

…Shit, I’m never getting into that college…

“Diana?” My gramps. I turn around and watch his dark shadow move its way around the coffee table to the couch. “Can’t sleep?” Gramps of course knows that I always crash here when I can’t sleep. I don’t know, the smell of the old brown leather sort of comforts me, somehow. Though it fails to do its magic tonight, apparently. “Yeah”, I whisper back and make room for him to sit. “Nervous?” “Yeah.” His large hand comes to rest on the top of my head, his fingers weaving through my black hair. “There’s no reason for that. Oscar is a nice guy. He won’t be hard on you.”

Coincidental, my gramps’ old buddy Oscar Weaver was appointed chairman just last month.  His friendship with my grandfather is the only reason I got this interview in the first place. Yet, that doesn’t automatically mean I’m in. Dr. Weaver is not the only one on the commitee, of course. I sigh. “I’m sure you will enchant him with your wit, your cute dimples and your green eyes. He likes pretty girls (who doesn’t?). Also, he sees your potential. He told me himself. Otherwise he wouldn’t have invited you.” “He invited me because you saved his life in Vietnam.” “Nonsense. He would never have invited you just for me. Think about it. This is his job, his NEW job, that is. Do you really think he wants his colleagues to get the wrong impression. Oscar is an upright guy. He takes his job seriously. So no, if he hadn’t liked what he saw, he wouldn’t have invited you, no matter how often I have saved his life (four times). This was your doing, kid. I just handed over some papers. So stop being so insecure. You can do this. You WILL do this. Just relax and be yourself.” “I really think I shouldn’t.” “Whyever not?” I tell him about my worries and gramps listens. He lies down beside me, his big arm around me, holding me against his broad chest, the chesthair tickling my forehead. He always leaved the first two buttons of his pyjamas open. I hear his heartbeat and feel the warmth of his still strong body and it actually relaxes me a little. Still, I feel wide awake. “What time is it?” The old couch creaks as gramps turns around and checks the red glowing numbers of my alarm clock on the coffee table. “3:25” “Fuck.” “You know”, gramps whispers and pulls me closer, “there is something I could try to help you relax.” His lips brush over my forehead and his fingers brush up and down my arm. All of a sudden, there is warmth in my belly. Maybe it’s his touch, or his voice, but it’s definitely something that changes the atmosphere around us. “It used to help granny all the time…sometimes your mum, too.” “At this point I think I’ll try anything.” “Good. Let’s just get the blanket out of the way.” He gets up and pushes the blanket down to my feet, then he lies down again, but not to hold me, I realize when he presses a kiss on my neck and lets his hand wander up the inside of my thigh, pulling at it. The moment his big hand cups my pussy is the moment his wet tongue licks my neck and both brain and body are so overwhelmed with data for a moment that I don’t immediately react. Instead I let my grandfather nibble at my earlobe while he lazily rubs my pussy through my panties. I have never felt another hand between my legs. Nor have I never been kissed like that. It’s intense, awkard, strangely good. Okay, yeah, not good. It’s fucking amazing. My body reacts strongly, I can’t help it. My pussy - in general demanding a lot of attention, anyway - is getting wet so fucking fast, lubing up for her own grandfather. I am so ashamed for her right now. And also for my nipples, which harden and start tingling. I know they want to feel that hot, wet tongue that is sliding up and down my throat. Oh yes, they would love to feel it. They’re so nasty. “Grandpa, what the fuck?!” I manage to exclaim my confusion and shock. “It’s no big deal, baby. I’m just helping you to go to sleep. There is nothing incestuous about it.” “Eh, I’m pretty sure it is.” He only chuckles and let’s his index finger brush up and down my slit. Fuck, I like that. “Stop being so dramatic. Do you want to sleep or not? I’m just giving you an orgasm (or two if you’re good) and then you’ll sleep like a baby and be fresh and bright for your interview.” “I can do that myself.” “True,” his lips slide up to my ear and I shudder as he whispers, “but I really want to do it for you. I want to take off your panties and fuck that sweet little pussy of yours with my fingers.” Dear fucking God. Is that what seduction is? He stares at me in the dark, his mouth hovering over mine, his hot breath hitting my lips, and his fingers rub my clit just the right way: slow, but with enough pressure to make me want more.

When the tip of his tongue licks over my full bottom lip, I don’t turn my head away. When it snakes into my mouth, I shyly greet it with my own. I’m stroking my grandfather’s tongue with mine. I’m french kissing my gramps. What. The. Fuck. As soon as we part, gramps readies me. He pulls my red big shirt below my tits and cleverly sort of traps my arms. Then he pulls down my panties…and I lift my ass to help. Jesus. Trying to be at least a little sane, I close my legs. Gramps only chuckles against my neck. “Fine, be like that. It’s not like I’ve got nothing to play with.” His hot mouth clasps around my right nipple and sucks so hard I can’t help but moan. “I know, baby”, he whispers, his hot breath hitting my sensitive, now wet little nipple, which is sucked at again. Gramps big hands wind around both my tits and start playing with them as he wishes, thumbing one nipple while he licks and sucks at the other. I try to fight it, at first, but it’s just too much. The pleasure my grandfather gives me is so fucking awesome - and exactly what I need. God, I need it so bad. My entire body is hot, and my pussy is throbbing and so fucking wet I feel the juice drizzle out of my virgin hole. I am so ashamed when I open my legs. One second I’m absolutely disgusted with myself. My pussy makes a wet little sound and I look down, see the outlines of my grandfather’s head move as he let’s his tongue circle around my nipple, and my spread legs. I feel the cold air hit my drenched flesh and the emptiness of my hole. That’s the worst, this emptiness. I need this to go away. I need my grandpa to fill me up, being ashamed or not. To achieve this I rub my legs against his hip, roll my hips and let out a sound I’ve never heard before, yet I know what it means, as does he, I’m sure: It’s pure, sinful begging. One last time does he suck my brimming tit in his mouth, then he looks down at my parted legs. His hand squeezes both breasts, then it slowly slides down my belly. I can feel his heartbeat drumming fast against my rib cage. His breathing is rugged. His hand is hot on my skin. I hold my breath and watch anxiously, impatiently. When the tip of his middle finger dives into my cleft…the sensation is overwhelming. I bite my bottom lip hard not to moan. I will never forget this moment; when my grandfather let his fingers glide through my labia for the very first time. “Jesus, baby. You’re so wet already.” I squeeze my eyes shut as gramps rubs my shaved slit. Up and down, up and down, making my pussy smack. The wet sounds are obnoxiously loud…but they turn me on even more. “Such a drooling little pussy…all the possibilities…” grandpa muses and just when I want to ask what he means by that he slowly pushes his middle finger into my virgin hole. Fuck! I gasp. My hips buckle. Grandpa chuckles. Then he gives me another deep, incestuous kiss that makes it all even worse. I’m burning by now, feeling his (oh so) big finger inside of me, carefully moving, stretching me. “You’re tight, baby”, does gramps huskily breathe into my ear and pushes his other arm beneath my back to hug me and grab my exposed breast. “I love that. I am already falling in love with that little pussy of yours.” I shudder, both at his words and because his finger starts moving. “Gramps…” I whisper huskily, feeling light-headed from all the lust and shame swirling inside of me. His answer is to suck at my tit again, harder than before. He’s pushing his hips against mine and I feel something hot and hard, but I quickly push this sensation aside, not wanting to acknowledge what it is, although it seems ridiculous at this point. “Tell me how you like it, baby”, he grunts against my ear, rubbing himself on me while his finger is slowly pushing in and out of my hole, squishing the juice. “When you finger yourself…are you doing it nice and slow?” Gramps eyes are fixed on me as he moves in and out of me a few times. Then I feel another finger invading my hole, stretching me further. I gasp through parted lips, watch his hand move back and forth between my legs. The moonlight falling through the terrace doors is dancing on my drool-covered tits and my gramps’ juice-covered fingers. My head is full of memories of me masturbating. Most of the time I ride my pillow when I’m horny, but yes, sometimes I finger-fuck myself. It’s not half as good as this, even though- “Or are you rough and needy, stuffing that little hole like this?” A surprised squeal erupts from my lips when grandpa starts hammering his two fingers into me fast and so hard my entire body is shaking. It hurts. I wasn’t prepared for this quick change of pace! My poor little hole is clenching around those big old fingers. I whimper, but gramps’ grip on my only tightens and he rolls half on top of me, stares at me while he drills into me. His hot breath hits my face and his chest hair scratches my nipples and my pussy….my pussy is burning and drooling and smacking loudly. My head is spinning, it happens so fast I can’t understand my body’s reaction to the violence. Too fast it is driven, too intensely. All I can do is open my mouth and eyes wide when I come so hard my scream is silent. Grandpa grunts for me as I am climaxing in his arms, my body writhing, my hole clenching around his fingers. I fall apart, feel nothing but this delicious, intense ecstasy. Gosh, it feels so fucking fantastic I never want it to end. I cling to this purest of feelings as long as possible. Far far away I feel grandpa pull out his fingers and get up. I don’t want him to leave. I want him to come back and do it again. Again and again and again and again… Panting hard, I fall back onto the couch, my entire body pulsating and heavy. I can’t help but smile, my eyes closed, my entire focus on this wonderful relaxation.

Oh yes. Now I can sleep like a baby. And I will rock this interview. Nothing can stop me… The leather of the seat cushion under my crunches when grandpa sits back down. “Drink this, baby.” I lift my heavy eyelids and see a glass of water in front of me. Regretfully I lift myself into a sitting position and drink. In the meantime, grandpa pulls my blanket off the couch entirely. Then he pulls my bigshirt back over my tits and I think aw, how caring of him. This changes after I hand him back the water and he puts it onto the low coffee table and pushes me back down…and follows. He lifts my legs and kneels onto the couch. When he spreads my thighs the moonlight hits his figure - he’s completely naked. And his cock is standing up and hard. Even though I panic, my mouth waters at the sight. Fuck, he’s long and fucking thick. “No fucking, grandpa!” I say in a high-pitched, panicking whisper and press my hand against his hairy chest when he lies down on top of me, cleverly pulling up my shirt along the way, exposing my full tits yet again. As if he owns my body now he grabs my tit and kisses my neck while his other hand disappears between our bodies. “You’re ripe, baby. Your little pussy needs cock.” He bends down to suck at my nipples, completely ignoring my hands pushing against his shoulders. “It’s so wet it has drooled all over the couch. It’s begging me to fuck it.” I want to protest but gramps shimmies up, his thighs parting and lifting my legs, and lets the tip of his cock slide through my slit from bottom to top. I flinch hard, the sensation of the first cock ever doing this, totally overwhelming. My brain needs a second and so he can do it again, his big, hot head sliding through my wet folds. Damn, he’s so big and hard. Automatically I look down and I swear gramps lifts himself a little so I can watch him do this very wrong, very awesome thing. I can’t even begin to tell you how much it turns me on to see his hand guiding his old cock through my flesh, causing more of these loud wet sounds. I love them, I can’t deny it. “We’re in the fucking living room, grandpa!” I hiss desperately, the lust quickly filling my head. “Would you rather do it upstairs in your room, where everyone else is?” “No!” “Nor do I. I want to deflower you right here on that old couch, baby.” With that he covers my body with his and kisses me long and deep, his hand still rubbing his big cock through my slit. With my legs dangling in the air and my hands clawed into his shoulders, I kiss him back. Our tongues are dancing, as are the butterflies in my belly. My head is panicking but my body is horny and needy. So I let it happen. I let my grandfather guide his cock to the entrance of my virgin hole and let him push it inside, all the way to my hymen. One rough, quick thrust of his hips and gone is my virginity and that fat cock is all the way inside of me. Fucking awesome! There is a flash of pain, but that cock makes me forget it almost instantly. Oh, how wonderful. Finally, I’m full. I didn’t even know how I longed for this feeling, this glorious feeling of getting stuffed. And oh yes, he does. Instantly he fucks me, sending wave after wave of pure pleasure through my body with every thrust of his hips. He’s not as slow as he should be with a virgin, makes me feel my burning walls just enough to entice me even more. I don’t know what it is with the pain, it simply turns me on. I’m sure that’s not healthy. Neither is it to let your grandfather fuck you, I guess. Although it feels fucking fantastic. As soon as I remove my nails out of his shoulders, he lifts his head. “See? Told you you’d like it.” “You’re fucking me”, I state the obvious like an idiot, “my grandpa is fucking me.” “Yes, he is, baby”, he chuckles and thrusts into me again. This chuckle rings in my ears somehow and there is a weird, dark feeling spreading in my gut as grandpa bends down to suck on my tit. Since a few years, I’ve had these dark thoughts during masturbation. Fantasies of pirates, criminals, or prison wards taking me…well, against my will. Ripping off my clothes and pushing me down, forcing their cocks into my pussy and using me for their pleasure at their leasure. I’ve never fantasized about my grandfather doing that, but…he’s older, stronger…dominant… “It hurts, grandpa”, I whisper weakly and I realize it’s a test when I hold my breath for his reaction. “You’ll get used to it, baby. Just a little more.” He pushes his cock even deeper into me and I shudder at the dark, intense pleasure. “Gramps, no”, I plead and on their own account my arms stretch out above my head, my nails digging into the leather. My mind is drifting, the darkness spreads, and my vivid imagination makes me feel rough ropes around my wrists. “Please, stop”, I beg, my pussy clenching around that heavenly cock inside her. For a moment, grandpa does stop. His cock is all the way in and I feel him stare at me. There’s a pause that feels like ages. There is communication on a level we both don’t understand. Then, he slowly, experimentally pushes into me again. I gasp and look at him in the dark, my fingers still clinging to the armrest of the couch submissively. His hips start a slow rhythm, pushing his cock in to the hilt each time. “No, stop”, I whisper, Grandpa doesn’t stop and damn, does it turn me on. The air around us thickens and the night seems to turn even darker. His breathing is flat and rugged and his cock inside appears to swell even more. He lets out the smallest of groans and I realize he knows this kind of darkness. “I’m bleeding”, I whisper hoarsely and immediately grandpa thrusts into me. “Yes”, he groans and lowers his face to mine. When his tongue licks over my bottom lip, I shudder and turn my head to the side, letting out a whimper. The sound causes goosebumps on not just my body. A wave of dark pleasure rolls through my body when gramps cups my jaw and pulls me back. “Open your mouth”, he says and his voice sounds like I’ve never heard it before. Dark, demanding…dominant. I part my lips and grandpa’s tongue snakes into my mouth to stroke mine until my eyes fall close. When we part, there is no more doubt that we both want the same. With a growl grandpa sucks my tit into his mouth almost aggressively and I whimper. “No, no”, I protest, the thrill of it all turning me on so much, and writhe underneath him. He ignores me and takes the other breast. I feel the cock inside my burning pussy pulsate. His mouth has swallowed almost all of my tit and his wet tongue is licking over every inch of skin it can reach. Claiming it, is what he does. I understand it; it’s fascinating how it feels to lose more and more of my body to him with each stroke. But when his teeth bite into my sensitive flesh, I’m too inexperienced to react accordingly. Acting on instinct my hands dart down and push against his shoulders. Instantly gramps’ lets go, my tit plopping out of his mouth. One moment of checking on me, then he grabs my shirt and pulls it over my head. Quite cleverly he manages to push it over the armrest in a way that there is enough tension in the fabric to actually trap my hands in between. “Be quite now, little slut, and it will be over soon.” I shiver. This is so fucking hot. How many people who are into this sort of thing actually get to do it? During their first time?! I’m one lucky little slut. Gramps starts fucking me again, still slow and deep. “You’re so fucking wet, baby girl. Slick and tight for your grandpa.” I shake my head and beg him to stop. He bends over me his large hands grabbing my hair. “Listen to your drooling cunt, how it begs me to fuck it…your bleeding little cunt…” He grunts and gives me a hard thrust. I let out a whimper that he answers with a whispered ‘Fuck’. And then, God, then it really starts. His big hand covers my mouth and he rests his full weight on me. The other hand slides into the hollow of my knee, pulls it up, and then, fuck, then my grandfather fucks me rough and fast. My screams and whimpers against his hand are half act, half real. It hurts. It does feel like that fat cock is tearing me apart. I feel weak and used. And I fucking love it. So much that he doesn’t even get to do it a minute before I come again, screaming against the hand on my mouth. This climax is different from the first, even more intense. It feels like I’m coming not for me, but for him. During these seconds I feel him, him, him, so much, so deep inside me, on top of me, all around me. In a very strange, dark way, I feel complete by losing myself.

This feeling gets destroyed, however, when gramps pulls out all of a sudden, grunting loudly. Later he tells me that he’s pinching his balls to prevent climax. He’s not done with me yet. I feel his hot, wet cock lie heavy on my belly while I calm down. Gramps is stroking, kissing and licking my skin as he pleases. While my pussy is still clenching he pushes two fingers into me once, twice, and wanders down to my asshole to push the index finger inside, claiming that hole as his, too. “That wasn’t so bad, was it, baby? You seem to like what your grandpa is doing to you.” A move of his hips and that big cock is back in my cunt. I moan, cock and finger giving me a new, entirely different sensation. “You were begging for it long enough, for sure…always wearing those thin summer dresses, begging me with your eyes to bend you over and take you like the little bitch in heat you are.” “No, no, I didn’t.” He bends over me again, and I’m sorry to have is finger out of my ass. Gramps grabs my breast and his mouth is close to mine as he speaks. “Don’t lie to me, baby, or I’ll have to punish you.” A pleasent shudder runs down my spine and I realize that this is just the tip of the iceberg of my fetish. “Next time you and I are alone in this house, I will spank the lies out of you with my belt.” My pussy clenches with delight at this threat. “No, please! Not the belt!” “Then be a good girl now.” He pushes his cock all the way into me, makes me feel its girth and hardness, and rests his full weight on me, stealing my breath. His lips are brushing over mine when he speaks. “Let your grandpa rape you”, he whispers low and dark, and a violent shiver runs through me. Yes. Yes, this is exactly what I want. I let him turn me on my belly and lift my ass. I let him fuck me as hard and fast as he wants to go, making me bleed and scream into the leather. I come two more times before he follows, his thumb buried deep in my ass. He shoots his load into my cunt without warning, without asking. He seals my hole with his cock as he ejaculates, making sure it all goes in my hungry little womb…where I need it. This is where it ends. Carefully he pulls out, unties my hands and covers us with the blanket, hugging and kissing me with nothing but love. I am tired, sore and worn out, so I can’t believe how fast I get turned on again when gramps cups my breasts. I am more than willing when he drapes one of my legs over his hip and pushes his semi-hard cock into my burning hole. He fucks himself hard in me, and I find that unbelievably erotic. His rhythm is steady and almost tender now. When he realizes that it’s not enough to make me come he moans against my neck. But he doesn’t violate me again. Instead he uses his fingers to rub my clit until I fall apart, his hand covering my mouth again. I really like that a lot. My pussy milks him into orgasm and happily he unloads inside me again. “So you know I really love you”, he whispers into my ear and pulls me close again. “I love you, too.” We fall asleep almost immediately.

The next morning could have destroyed our family, but luck is on our side, thank God. Everyone is already out of the house when my alarm goes off. That gives grandpa enough time to come into the bathroom after I showered and fuck me roughly, me hunched over the bathtub. I don’t clean myself after. His cum is drizzling into my panties while I have my interview, the silk of my red shirt teasing my nipples into erection. “Don’t wear a bra”, gramps had recommended. Oscar is staring at my breasts at the moment. There is a hunger in his eyes I wouldn’t have recognized yesterday…

[yourpervertedlover]

Daddy telling you to sleep on his bed, telling you it’s just to give you cuddles so you sleep better. So you don’t expect to wake up in the middle of the night with him on top of you. Holding your hips in place and sliding his cock deep inside your little cunt. Apologizing and saying “I’m so sorry kiddo, I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t stop thinking about how tight you could be, Daddy is so sorry princess. But stay still now, I’m not done using you yet baby..” While you’re still half asleep with him on top of you, moaning and telling you how good he feels to use you this way <3

[ickythoughtsposts]

CW: perverted doctor, breeding

She’s at the doctor for her yearly checkup. He tells her to take off her shirt so he can monitor her heartbeat easier. He is excited to see that his naive, innocent patient has developed beautiful curves since her last checkup. He explains that she’ll need to remove her bra as well. She obeys without question, trusting him implicitly, after all he is the doctor. His hand innocently brushes her nipple and he watches with interest as it tightens into a dark little bead. He moves behind her, reaching around to cup her breast, lifting it gently to place his stethoscope beneath it and listen to her lungs. She gasps quietly as his touch illicets brand new feelings in her body. He assures her that she’s doing very well. His thumb brushes back and forth over her tight nipple, causing her to squirm in his arms. He tells her to stay still, persuading her that this is part of the normal visit. She feels him harden against her back, but her innocent mind doesn’t understand the implications.

“Please remove your pants, it’s time for the next part of the exam.” He explains that now that she’s getting bigger, they are going to add a gyn inspection to their appointments. He talks about the importance of making sure she’s healthy in all regards, calmly explaining the thorough hole inspection he will perform. She wants to ask what’s going on because no one has ever looked at her or touched her there before but she’s known this doctor for so long and he wouldn’t do anything inappropriate.

He helps her lie back and spread her legs wide. He reassures her, stroking the soft skin on her upper thigh before he guides her legs into the restraints and ties them to the corners of the table. He explains that this is just a precaution, “this may feel a bit uncomfortable but it’s normal.” He pulls on a pair of latex gloves and moves to stand between her legs. He runs a gloved finger between her folds to gather her slick, and she jerks at the sensation. “Doctor…” “Shhhh, you’re doing perfectly.” He shows her the moisture gathered on his gloves, “this is exactly what you’re supposed to do. You’re ready for me to put my fingers inside now. I’m going to start with just one finger so that your little pussy can get used to it.” She nods hesitantly. He slowly circles her opening before pushing a finger inside, her heat immediately wrapping tightly around him. Her back arches and her lips part on a gasp. He places a hand on her lower stomach and pushes her body back down flush to the table, causing her to tighten further around his finger. He groans quietly. He slowly adds a second finger, watching as a wince crosses her features at the tight fit, followed closely by confusion and fear. He reassures her that it’s going to be alright, “your inspection is going very well. Your cunt is very tight, do you feel how you're squeezing my fingers? I’m going to perform a procedure to help stretch your little pussy. Don’t worry, I’m going to help you and soon you will feel very good.” She hesitates, but he begins circling a gloved finger around her clit, building pleasure until she nods dumbly. “Good girl.”

He slowly pulls away then unzips his jeans and takes out his cock. Her eyes widen in shock at the sheer size of his cock. “Now this may hurt a little at first but that’s normal”, he explains calmly and quietly as he lines the thick head of his cock up with her tiny hole. “It’s important that we train your tight cunt how to accept a cock. This is something you’ll do often, so I’m going to perform a breeding procedure to get you used to being filled up.” He pushes forward without further warning, forcing the first few inches of his fat cock into her virgin cunt, ignoring her body’s resistance and the tiny scream that erupts from her mouth at the shock of finding herself stretched for the first time. He pauses with several inches of his cock still waiting to be forced in, rubbing her lower stomach gently, groaning at the rhythmic squeeze of her pussy as it tries to reject the intrusion. “You’re doing so well, this little pussy looks so good spread around my cock.” She whines quietly at the pain and all the new sensations where he’s rubbing against her inner walls.

Before he can proceed, there is a sharp knock on the office door and another doctor walks in without waiting for a response. He is looking down at a file and doesn’t notice them at first until the patient makes a tiny mewl of discomfort. He glances up and pauses his walk, though he does not look surprised to find his colleague penetrating the virgin pussy of a patient. “I apologise for barging in. I see you began the procedure as we discussed.” The patient wiggles in an attempt to disentangle herself but can not move away due to the restraints. Crying quietly in humiliation at being exposed and penetrated in front of a stranger, she tries to cover herself with her hands.

The new doctor calmly walks to the side of the exam table and looks down at her. “There’s no need to cover yourself up, this is a normal exam and I am also a doctor. Lower your hands.” She reluctantly obeys, revealing her bare pussy and the doctor's cock buried half way inside it. “That’s very good.” She notices his intense interest. “I see you haven’t quite finished the procedure, her pussy will need to accept quite a bit more” at these words, the patient felt the doctor's cock harden even further. The new doctor continued, “would you like assistance with the rest of this exam?” “No!”, she immediately gasped in mortification. The original doctor gave a short, sharp thrust which immediately quieted her as she gasped and tensed. He groaned low, “yes, an extra set of hands would be appreciated.” The new doctor steps closer, and uses a single finger to begin stroking lightly over her clit. She gasps loudly at the new unexpected tingling and the way she felt herself getting wetter.

The original doctor moved to release her legs from the restraints before raising her legs to his shoulders and pinning her hips to the table. “Now you’re going to take the rest of my cock, and then you’re going to come with his fingers on that pretty little clit”. He immediately pushed deeper into her untried body. She cried out, arching beautifully. “There you go, take it all. Good girl, look at how pretty you look stretched all around my cock.” He thrust gently but relentlessly, working deeper and deeper with each movement. Her thighs clenched together in an effort to keep him out. “D-doctor! Please stop! Ahh, it hurts!” “I know, but you’ll feel better soon. Lie still. You’re doing so good. See? Just a little push and you’re opening up so good.” The patient whimpered quietly, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.

The second doctor observed calmly, almost clinically, despite the way he was stroking her clit, “I can see that the procedure is working, your pussy has stretched beautifully around his cock. Your pussy is taking it so well. Now we will observe the effects of clitoral stimulation.” He added a second finger and began rubbing her clit faster. She keened loudly at the rush of pleasure despite the ongoing pain. “Soon you’ll be ready to come. Your tiny little hole will pulse and squeeze his cock and you'll feel very good, ok?” She shook her head in desperation, “please doctor, we have to stop. It’s too much!” He ignored her plea, addressing the other doctor thrusting into her, “be sure to track the grip of her pussy around your cock as she comes. We’ll compare it to other tests and procedures in future exams.” She grew wetter at the thought that she would be expected to take part in further procedures. The second doctor noticed her interest, “you’re dripping all over his cock as he stretches you out, that’s a very positive sign.” He moved suddenly from rubbing in circles to pinching her clit, “come now. Squeeze that pretty pussy all over his cock.”

Her body immediately obeyed without conscious thought, wave after wave of tingles rushing through her. The doctor groaned loud and low as his patient’s virgin cunt gripped his cock so hard that he could barely move. He rode her through it with steady strokes, “that was perfect, you’re doing very well. Now I’m going to come deep inside your tight little pussy. This is called breeding and it’s a very important part of the procedure.”

The patient didn’t understand what he meant by breeding but she was starting to become sore from the large cock between her thighs, so she nodded eagerly in the hope the procedure would be over soon. The doctor leveraged his weight over her to thrust deeper and more roughly than before. He watched a wince cross her face as she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and bit down trying to keep her whines inside. He felt himself bottom out deep inside her, the fat head of his cock bumping up against her cervix. He slammed her cervix several times, causing her to cry out. “It’s ok if it hurts, you’re going to be sore tomorrow and you’ll feel me all day.” The thought alone sent him over the edge, spilling inside her and coating her walls and cervix in thick,warm cream. She was wrung out and unable to move despite the discomfort and new sensations.

Both doctors withdrew from her body. The first doctor arranged her so that her legs were spread wide and her pussy was on display. “You did very well with your first procedure.” She winced, feeling the ache deep inside at the rough treatment, knowing that what he said was true and she would be sore tomorrow. Both doctors moved to watch intently as cum dripped from her pussy. The patient itched to close her legs, but assumed that this was only part of their observation. Her doctor finally spoke again, “now that you've been filled for the first time, you’ll need to start coming in for regular breeding appointments. Nothing to worry about, this is very normal for girls your age. Each of your appointments will include a hole inspection, followed by a breeding procedure with either myself or my colleague.” Her naive mind lit up at the idea of repeating this regularly. It felt wrong but the doctors insisted it was a normal procedure so it must be what was best for her.

[nightfallfromgraces]

You wake up to fingertips tracing your nipples in light, ticklish circles through the t-shirt you sleep in. At first you think you are doing it yourself, wouldn’t be the first time you wake up in the middle of the night to fondle yourself with barely any coherent thoughts in your head. But… no, you can feel your hands and the ones on your chest are not yours. They are too big, too rough. Besides, you start to notice how the mattress is dipped by a weight behind you, how there’s a warm, wet, heavy breath against your ear and a bulge resting on your ass.

If there was a moment of concern, instinctive fear of a stranger, an intruder, it dissipates like sea foam when you recognize the rhythm of that heavy breath, when the scent of familiar shampoo and familiar sweat fill your lungs, and instead, you allow yourself to be exasperated and annoyed.

“Dad…?” you murmur, lifting your head a little to glance over your shoulder at his dark silhouette, “What the hell?”

A deep, hoarse chuckle causes the broad chest against your back to rumble.

“Didn’t expect you to wake up, sweetie,” he hums, and kisses your hair, “I just needed something nice. You can go back to sleep…”

You suck in a sharp breath as he tugs at your nipple. How the fuck are you supposed to get any sleep like this?

“Like I could,” your hand finds his as it softly gropes your chest, and the contrast in size is stark, “Seriously, can we not do this now? I have an early morning.”

“You and me both, kiddo,” he leans close, and you can smell something in his breath, perhaps beer, and he nips at your ear, “C’mon, just calm down and let me have this. I’ll be done in a sec. Alright, sweetheart?”

“…Fine.”

“That’s my girl.”

You sigh, and try to relax. Fine, when he’s gentle, it does feel nice when he plays with your tits. You doubt you can fall asleep if he touches your nipples too much, little shocks of sensitivity too sharp to be ignored, but for now, this is alright. You close your eyes and nuzzle into your pillow, your body languid against his.

He tugs your pajama pants down, just below your ass. And your eyes snap open in the dark when you feel something definitely not covered in latex poking at you.

“What— Dad, where’s the condom?” you ask, and your father wraps his arms around you, a gentle embrace yet it’s just to keep you from squirming away as his cock nudges between your thighs.

“Shh, shhhh…”

“Dad, I’m serious, put it on…!”

“Relax, sweetheart. It’s not going to go in, so there’s no need for that,” he murmurs and kisses your ear as the back of his cock slides against you, hot and velvety smooth and bare and a helpless whimper escapes your throat.

You have never felt your father’s cock like that before. Never allowed yourself to. He’d pay for pills — probably — if you wanted them, but you don’t. You have told yourself and him that it would be too much of a hassle to get them, too much to remember every day, side effects, blah blah, but the real reason might just be that you have wanted him to wear condoms — you need that thin layer of latex between you, one layer of separation, as if that would somehow mean you weren’t letting your father fuck you on the regular. You have never allowed your cunt to learn what its maker really feels like.

But now…

“Oh, sweetheart…” your father groans in your ear, and you can barely breathe when his cock catches dangerously close to your hole for a second, just before it pushes against your clit and pops out from between your thighs.

“…Dad, we can’t do this,” you whisper, your voice fragile and tense and sounding anything but yours. You can feel him throb against your pussy, and it leaves you lightheaded. Focus, focus, this shouldn’t be happening!

“What if— I-I mean, there’s always a risk, if something gets in—” you say heavily. You’re feeling delirious.

“Nothing bad’s going to happen, sweetie,” he says, emphasizing every word in that infuriatingly condescending tone he has always used whenever you voiced your childish worries to him, “Just trust your old man.”

You don’t, but you can’t be quite sure who do you trust less: him, or yourself, when he starts to slowly fuck your thighs, and you feel how easily his cock slides against you when your own slick coats it, dripping down your thighs. You press your face into the pillow, biting back a moan when you feel yourself clench around nothing.

“Can I put it inside? Just for a minute, baby?”

“Wh- no! No, no no no, dad!” you whine, just as much to yourself as to him. The sickening shame you thought you had buried long ago rises like bile in your stomach when you realize just how badly you want to say “yes”. You have made peace with what you and your father do, you have told yourself that those things are okay. But you don’t want anything more, you can’t want anything more lest you fall into some dark, hungering pit—

The head of his cock catches onto your hole again, and this time, it starts to push up instead of past it. Your father barely needs to stretch you at all for him to sink into you, and you hear yourself moan, deep and earnest like a stupid animal.

“Whoops, it slipped,” he chuckles hoarsely, and grabs you, one hand on your hip and the other tenderly holding your throat, “Well, since it’s already in…”

“Dad…!” you cry out as he starts to fuck you, but you don’t even know why. For him to stop, maybe, to stop teaching you what your father’s bare cock feels like. You won’t be able to forget it anymore, and you know you won’t be able to say “no” to him anymore.

“You don’t mind, do you sweetie?”

[doctorate-in-dadfucking]

(Includes: incest, innocent/extremely naïve, doctor fucking?, implied underage.)

Uggghh want to be an innocent boy being taken to the doctor. My dad waits outside the examination room, i’m a teen now and he respects his boy’s need for privacy. The doctor speaks to me softly and is very friendly. He’s such a sweetheart. He eventually asks me to strip completely and i do it, no questions asked, already used to doing that for dad.

He’d be kind as he came up from behind me and gently bends me over the examination table. I feel something hard press against my ass as he leans in. Telling me he’s using a special tool to check and make sure everything is okay. I feel something that’s a bit cold, wet, and goopy get smeared on my crotch. I jump slightly when its applied due to the temperature difference. The doctor explains that the gel is for the tool.

I feel the tool press against me again. I ask why he’s putting it there. He explains that he’s going to check my pussy, every good boy needs his pussy regularly examined for good health. The tool presses against me and it keeps pressing until it goes inside. I gasp as the doctor pushes it inside further. At first it stings, but every second it gets better. Every bit of the tool that enters feels amazing, its so warm too… I feel the doctor’s stomach touch my butt and his groans compliment my moans.

He starts dragging the tool out, a good feeling radiates from my pussy. He then pushes back in, and pulls it out, and pushes it back in… Every time feels even better than the last. He starts speeding up, pumping it in and out of me faster and faster. I can’t help but make noises, it feels too good not to. I feel the doctors body bump against my butt with every thrust, as well as some warm soft thing that seems to swing up and hit the outside of my pussy. He’s the doctor, so i don’t question anything. It feels too good to try anyways, moans and gasps slipping from my lips as sounds of smacking fill the room.

A deep, warm, intense feeling builds inside me. Building within my core, my arms and legs shake as the doctor keeps using the tool. I hear his noises change, becoming breathier and longer. He tells me he’s going to put special medicine inside my pussy, it’ll be good for me! The heat within my core reaches white hot heights until my whole body is comsumed with pleasure. I moan out and pant as I clench around the tool. After a few more thrusts he grunts and lets out a long, gutteral moan as my pussy squeezes. I feel warmth fill me, the tool throbbing inside me.

The doctor keeps the tool in me for a few minutes so the medicine can work. I feel the tool inside me change, getting softer. The doctor pulls it out and he helps put my clothes back on and sends me back to dad. He hopes he’ll get to see me soon, I wish for the same.

Dad has a big smile on his face when I step out of the room. He tells me it seems like I had a good time. I tell him about the tool the doctor used. In the middle of my explanation i feel the medicine the doctor gave me start to leak out of my pussy. My dad smiles and asks to see. I am bent over a chair and he pulls down my panties and short shorts, revealing my puffy, swollen and wet pussy with white trails of medicine leaking out of it.

He pulls my shorts back up and ushers me out of the building so we can start walking home. I ask if the medicine leaking is okay, the doctor did say it was important. He just shrugs and tells me that if i ever need anymore, he can just provide it next time! We walk home. The thick white gel slowly oozing out of my pussy, staining my panties as I think about the next time I’ll get to see him again.

[ickythoughtsposts]

CW: corruption, age gap, virginity

Older man manipulating a young virgin. Corrupting her innocence. Touching her and telling her it’s ok. Touching her breasts over her shirt and telling her that this is how Papas show their little girls that they love them. Pinching her nipple in punishment when she shys away, until she knows better. Rubbing her cunnie and telling her not to tell anyone. To keep it a secret never let anyone else touch her there because other men are dangerous and will want to hurt her. Only Papa knows how to help his baby girl.

Watching her squirm under his ministrations and telling her what a good girl she is for him. Convincing her to pull down her pants and show Papa her little pink panties. Noticing the heat rising in her cheeks because she’s never shown anyone her panties.

Smiling as he reaches out and slowly pulls her panties down to reveal her cunnie, which she immediately covers with both hands from embarrassment. Smiling wider to himself as he thinks about stealing the innocence from her eyes for himself. Telling her that good girls never hide from Papa. That they always show their Papa their pretty parts. Convincing her that he’s the only one she can rely on and trust until she slowly lowers her hands to her sides, her little pink cunnie finally on display.

Reaching out a single finger to trace her little slit, holding her firmly in place by her hip when she tries to step away from his touch. Reminding her that he knows what’s best and he needs to touch her between her legs to make sure she’s healthy.

Watching the reluctance in her gaze as he lays her on the bed and spreads her legs, opening her fully to his gaze. Telling her that he needs to inspect her private parts and that she should lay very still. Rolling a fingertip across the bead at the top of her cunnie, explaining that it’s her special pearl and that Papa will give it plenty of attention if she keeps being a good girl. Watching as her back arches and she tries to snap her legs closed at the tingling sensation when he rolls the little bead between his fingers.

Sliding a single fingertip into her wet heat and delighting at the tightness, the resistance he finds. Delighting in the shock on her naive face. Explaining that little girls are meant to keep their Papas happy by letting him touch her however he pleases. Holding her down when she gasps in shock at how bold her new Papa is, at how wrong it feels to have him touching her like this. Revealing to her that Papas help little girls by filling their cunnie hole and tight back hole with their cocks. Watching the shock, fear and confusion filter across her face at this declaration. Seeing it replaced with a grimace as he slowly pushes a second finger into her cunnie. Assuring her that it’s very good that her cunnie hole is so tight, that this will make Papa feel even better when he buries his cock inside her. Promising her that he only wants what’s best for her and that it’s important for her to learn how to take Papas cock.

Notching the tip of his cock at her entrance, watching fear build on her face at realizing how much bigger his cock is than his fingers. Promising he’ll be careful with her because her hole is so tiny and it’s her first time. Slowly pushing forward until the head is buried inside her.

Reassuring her that he loves her as he watches her struggle to accept his thick girth. Fucking the tip of his cock in and out, never pushing too deep. Waiting for her to adjust to the sensation, for the desperation to build, for her to begin whining for more despite her fear. Denying her more, telling her she’s too small, she can only have Papas tip until she’s a good enough girl to take his whole cock.

Convincing her to spread her thighs wider, to watch as he moves in and out, stretching her virgin hole. Whispering how pretty she is, how good she makes him feel, how pretty her cunnie looks getting fucked by Papa, how proud he is of her. Finally telling her that she’s ready for his full cock.

Reaching down to tightly grip her hips, pinning her in place. Pushing forward slowly so that she feels every moment of the stretch and burn. Watching her tiny tongue appear between her lips as tears build in her eyes and she begins to struggle against his firm grip. Forcing himself deeper, breaking through her virginity as she whines and whimpers at the new painful sensation. Shushing her as he continues to push forward, burying himself as deep as possible, telling her that it’s supposed to hurt, that it just means she’s making him feel good.

Leaning back to examine how her cunnie is stretched wide around his cock, loving how she whimpers in distress when he strokes where he is buried inside. Forcing her knees back down to the bed when she brings them together in an attempt to force him out. Breaking his promise to be gentle, losing control because her warmth feels so good around him. Enjoying the way she clenches around his fat cock in a desperate attempt to expel him as he remains buried deep inside her untried hole.

Leaning down to stretch her hands above her head and pin them down, giving her body space to fight back while keeping her impaled beneath him. Liking the way she struggles. Warning her that it’s time for her to learn how Papas fuck their babies as he begins moving in and out of her tight hole.

Praising her even as she begins to cry from the pain, fucking her harder because he likes her tears, telling her how good she’s doing, that her purpose is to be a set of holes for Papa and she’s letting him use her so beautifully. Keeping her pinned as her desperation to get away from the painful sensation continues. Fucking her with hard, deep thrusts, tilting down her chin so that she’s forced to watch the way his thick girth stretches her tiny hole again and again.

Finally reaching down to stroke her little pearl, dragging some of her wetness up to the little nub and rubbing it until she begins squeezing rhythmically around his cock. Watching tears continue to leak from the corners of her eyes as she comes despite the ongoing pain and roughness. Telling her how good she feels when she squeezes his cock so tightly. How she’s his perfect little baby and he’s so proud that she’s finally ready to be his fully. Loving the way he’s manipulated her so thoroughly that despite the pain, he knows he’ll be fucking her again soon and she won’t tell anyone about the dirty things Papa does to her.

[soft-mommynb]

Baby boy who is taller and stronger than mommy. He wants her so bad, his cock is always getting hard around his mom. One day she bends over to clean something in the kitchen and he can't control himself anymore. Her skirt is short and he can see the black panties underneath. He presses up against her ass, pinning her in place with his body. He ruts against her ass and runs his hands up her body to grope his mommy's breasts.

"Baby, what are you doing?!"

He continues thrusting into her, quickly taking his cock out of his pants and cramming it between her thighs, rubbing along the length of her slit through her panties.

"I'm sorry mom, I'm sorry I can't help it-"

"Baby, this is wrong."

She doesn't try to stop him though. In fact, her wetness is soaking her panties already and aiding the movements of her son's cock between her legs.

"Mom-" he moans into her neck. "I'm sorry Mommy, I'm sorry I just need this. Please mommy, let me-"

She pushes him off enough to turn around and hold him in her arms, and smooth her hand down her son's hair lovingly. He's a man now, but still the same little boy that has always needed his mommy.

"Shhh, honey it's alright. It's alright. I know what you need. Let mommy help you."

Her words calm him down some, but his hips are still moving. He doesn't stop humping her until she reaches her hand down to grasp his cock. He takes a ragged breath and stops, but his dick twitches in his mother's hand.

"Mom?" There are tears in his eyes, poor thing.

"It's alright, baby. Mommy will take care of you."

Before either of them come to their senses, her panties are off and she's guiding his cock to her entrance.

He nearly chokes when he feels the heat of his mother's cunt against him. He sinks inside with a moan.

"Mom..."

She moans too as he builds up a rhythm, slamming home into his mom's pussy.

"Oh fuck, that feels good, sweetie. Give mommy your cum. Please give it to me, baby."

One final groan of "Mom..." and he's coming, shooting his load deep into his mother's pussy.

[lil-teddy-kiddo]

cnc fantasy (word rape used), extreme age gap / fictional underage, dadcest, ftm son, crying, oral (after cumming inside), manipulation, innocence... basically lots of filth and pretty dark.

Thinking about being really tiny and having my dada take my virginity. I'm cuddling my dada after my bath time and he pulls his dick out. I don't notice cause I'm sleepy, but then I feel something funny against my kiddo parts.

He doesn't answer when I ask what's happening. He just slides the tip of his cock against me and tells me he's gonna make me feel real good. He says I have something called a pussy, and he's gotta put his dick in there so we'll both be happy and healthy.

Except when he starts to push his dick in, it feels really funny and I'm not sure I like it. When I quietly whimper that it feels scary, he just shushes me and pushes his big grown-up cock further into me. I'm really starting to get scared, so I try to push my dada away, protesting louder.

He doesn't listen, groaning about how tight my little cunt is as he forces himself in until he's buried deep in me. I'm crying by then, shaking and trying to shove him away but he just wraps his hands around my hips and rolls so I'm sitting in his lap.

For some reason, he doesn't even try to say nice things like he usually does when I'm crying. He just makes me bounce on his cock, using me like a fleshlight as he moans and says he can't believe he waited so long to rape me.

He starts panting harder when I start begging him to stop, trying to make my dada understand that it hurts real bad cause he must not know. He says so many mean swear words and the grip on my hips tightens, and I can feel his dick doing something in me.

Fat tears are running down my face when he pulls me off of his dick with a wet squelch. I shake my head, trying to say no even when I'm too out of breath to speak, as he drags me up to lick the cum from me.

Something about it feels funny and good and awful in my tummy, and I end up shaking and moaning as he runs his tongue over something he says is just for him to play with.

He makes me sleep next to him that night, and I'm too scared to say no. It's not like my dada listened when I said it earlier, anyways...

I got real carried away with this one...

[transgender-fairy-goddess-deact]

Transfem mother who wraps up her daughter in a blanket, tucking her in, and kissing her goodnight. Then once she’s fast asleep, spooning her and humping her. Your daughter will think you’re rocking her to sleep like you used to.

You can feel your girldick harden under your daughter’s body. She’s wrapped up, cozy, warm, and comfortable. You take off your panties, then slowly slide off her pajama bottoms. You continue to hump her until you need some relief. You hold your daughter’s face between your breasts and stroke her hair while you stuff her with your girldick. She won’t be able to resist, so you can use her all night long 🥰 “shhhhh baby. Just relax.”

Gently thrusting into her hole and calling her a good girl while she whimpers. She’s too sleepy to resist, or even speak, so you dick her down all night long as both of you moan and whimper together. You can feel her insides molding around your hard gock. The sensation is too good, so you begin to thrust faster. All your daughter does is whine and whimper. She’s not going anywhere

You begin to kiss your daughter’s neck and thrust harder into her. At this point she’s awake, but you can’t stop yourself. You finally cum deeply inside of her and grope her ass, making sure every last drop of cum enters her

She begins to shiver, but before she tries to speak, you say “it’s okay baby, mommy’s got you”

[slavetotheflesh]

thinking about my husband encouraging our son while he pounds me into the bed. helping him breed me cuz he wants a little brother. telling him exactly how to fuck a baby into his mom. cumming on my son’s cock and having his dad’s hand on my throat. my son cumming inside me and then replacing his dick with his fist and pushing all his cum into my cervix to make sure it takes. knowing when his little brother grows up he’s gonna teach him how to make his mom cum like his dad did. i need to be sedated

[averagetransdaughter-deactivate]

A mom who keeps weakly protesting with things such as, "Stop—no, seriously! We can't—sweetie, no. Sweetie—" and a daughter whose ears are ringing from all the blood rushing to her cock. Her mom's ass just wobbles so much when she moves around like that...

A daughter who peels those tight fucking jeans off of her mom and pushes her into the couch, pulling those panties to the side so she can force her thick cock into the searing-hot pussy in front of her.

That's all it takes for her poor mom to finally acquiesce, turning into a moaning whore from the feeling of her daughter's cock stretching her wide. This is all she's ever wanted—even though she could never say so. What self-respecting mother wouldn't want her daughter to hammer her cunt until drool is running down her chin—kissing and nibbling on her neck all the while?

A thick milf like her was made to take it, daughter or not~