Their secret code. The student knocks at the door of her teacherās classroom. They speak with hidden meanings to keep their filthy secret.
āCan I check my grades?ā ā I want to fuck.
āYes, you can.ā ā Nobodyās here, we wonāt get caught.
He locks the door behind her. Pushing the girl up against the wall he kisses and gropes her. Needy hips grind in the air. The teacher pulls her shirt open and squeezes her breasts. She strokes his hard cock through his pants while she lifts up her skirt. Grabbing a handful of her ass he spits in her open mouth.
His saliva on her tongue is another coded gesture. Iām going to use your mouth. She slides downwards, pulling out his cock. Gripping her pigtails, the teacher thrusts past her lips. Even with his firm hold the studentās head bumps against the wall. She gags. His cock slips from her mouth. Smacking it on her face is another sign. Iām ready to fuck you.
Still holding her pigtail, he walks her across the classroom floor. She crawls and whimpers as he yanks her along. Bringing her to his desk he pulls her upright and bends her over
āDid you do your homework?ā ā Have you been rubbing your cunt?
āYes, I hope I did good.ā ā Iāve been edging to make myself wet for you.
The teacher pulls open her thighs and inspects her work. Her cum trickles down her leg. Fingering her pussy, he stretches out her hole. The student jolts when he smacks her ass. Another whimper follows another hard slap.
āYouāre a fucking slut.ā ā Thereās no secret message. The educator states a fact.
āYes, dad!ā ā A sudden silence. Fingers still deep in her hole, she realizes what she said.
She blushes and bites her tongue. Embarrassment rushes through her. More cum runs down his hand from her leaky pussy. āIām your teacher, not your dad.ā Another spank across her bum. āIām sorry! It was a stupid mistakeā¦ā The girl kicks her feet, humiliated and horny.
āDonāt lie to me.ā Her teacher rubs the head of his cock against her bare pussy. āYou got turned on calling me your dad.ā The student gasps and pushes her hips back, desperately burying him inside her. Sheās still in denial. āNo! I was just a dumb little girl! It was an accident!ā
The man spanks her hard, turning each asscheek pink. The girl bounces her pussy on his cock. āIs it because I give you so much attention? Because Iām older than you? Thatās why you see me as a father figure?ā Whimpering, she starts to crack.
āOr is it because I treat you like a whore? Because I spank you? Face-fuck you? Cum inside you?ā The teacher grabs his student by the throat, choking her and pulling her close. āIs that what you want from a daddy, you little slut?ā
She breaks. Cumming on her teacherās cock, the girl begs. āYes yes yes daddy daddy daddyā¦ā He grips her pussy, sliding in two fingers alongside his thick cock. āPlease be my daddyā¦ please please pleaseā¦ā He agrees by filling her up with his cum.
The girl lies on the desk, their mess splattered all over the inside of her skirt. A new secret code for them to share.
Years of searching. Standing before the beautiful old house she checks the address one more time. The girl canāt bring herself to walk up the steps. A lifetime of waiting, and still no idea of what to say. She stares blankly at the elegant face of the home.
āFrom another time, isnāt it?ā Lost in thought, she didnāt hear the man approach her. āMost of these houses have been torn down now.ā The girl slowly turns her head to look at him. Their eyes meet for the first time. āYouā¦ live hereā¦?ā She can barely speak.
āNo, I live in the house. This is the sidewalk.ā He chuckles at his own joke. The girl tries not to laugh. She tries not to cry. She tries to keep herself from screaming in joy, anger, excitement, pain. Finding the middle of her emotions, she remains stoic. The man is friendly, despite her cold demeanour. āI can give you a tour, if youād like.ā
They drink coffee in the kitchen. The girl doesnāt know how to express herself. Every time she finds the words, something else comes out. Iāve been looking for you for years. She takes a sip of her coffee. āWhy did you let me in?ā
āYou seemed like trouble, probably planning to rob my home. I just wanted to get it over with.ā He looks over his shoulder as he washes the carafe. āā¦actually, you look a lot like someone from my past.ā The girl canāt take her eyes off him. āWhoās that?ā The man sits down next to her. āOh, an ex of mine. This was forever ago, probably before you were born.ā
āWhat happened? Why did you break up?ā Her voice cracks slightly. āI donāt know, to be honest with you. One day she just disappeared from my life. I would call her once in a while after that, but she never explained herself.ā The man doesnāt sound sad. Heās had time to heal. She hasnāt.
āShe sounds like a fucking bitch.ā A barbed emotion slips through her walls. The man is slightly taken aback. āā¦She had her share of emotional issues. Maybe sheās different now.ā The girl tries to regain her composure. āOr maybe sheās exactly the same.ā
He changes the topic. The man asks the girl about her life. She deftly feeds him half-truths and lies by omission; learned skills from a complicated childhood. The girl canāt bring herself to admit why she ended up here. What if he gets angry? Heāll throw me out, thatās what happens. What if I make him sad? Then he wonāt talk to me, I donāt want that. What if I donāt meet his expectations? He would insult me. I canāt, I would die.
āYouāre so mysterious.ā He gives her a paternal smile. āI donāt mean that as a criticism ā I was the same when I was your age.ā Her cold heart melts a little from his empathy. The girl refuses to let it show. More questions come ā sheāll run out of misdirection eventually. Her mind races through her damaged toolkit and finds the obvious solution to all her problems. She knows how to make him want her around. She knows how to stop uncomfortable questions.
Skirt and panties drop to the floor. The young girl steps out of the ring of clothes as she pulls off her shirt. She presses her warm pussy into his stunned hand. Their first touch is his rough fingers on her soft cunt. āWhat are youā¦ Iām old enough to be your-ā She presses her tongue into his mouth to shut him up. As they make out, he slowly starts to give in. His hand rubs her clit. He slips a finger in. The girl feels a moment of hollow pride. Works every time.
They lead each other to the bedroom. He strips while she sprawls on the bed. As the older man is climbing between her legs, she runs through the order of operations in her head. Put up with it, let him do whatever he wants to you, shut your mouth if it hurts, tell him he has a big dick, pretend to cum. His thick cock gently starts to push into her. She whimpers as he fills her up. A moment of panic when she looks down to see heās only halfway inside. At least I donāt have to lie about that.
Steady, strong thrusts. He doesnāt force himself inside her. The young girl quivers as he confidently strokes his cock in and out of her pussy. The man wraps his arms around her and lays soft kisses on her cheeks and lips. Keeping the rhythm, she feels her body start to glow. Sheās uncomfortable with the feeling. Itās not supposed to feel good. If it is, itās not supposed to feel that good.
He feels it as well. Something special about her body intensifies his pleasure. Finally reaching the base of his cock, he gasps. A perfect fit. Somehow, this strange young girlās pussy feels like it was made to take him. Every bit squeezes him in just the right way. He growls, unfamiliar with this new sensation, but with a primal desire for more.
They fuck like animals in heat. She cums during consensual sex for the first time in her life. The young girlās head spins. Her aloof posturing melts away into sincere, passionate pleading for more. The man cums inside of her but canāt bring himself to stop. Despite his age, he stays hard and keeps thrusting. The couple fucks until the sun sets. Laying in each otherās arms, sweat, and cum they try to understand what just happened.
āWhy was that so goodā¦?ā He asks the trembling little girl. āI have no idea.ā She lies. Swallowing her secret, she offers up a truth to balance her karma. āThat was the best sex Iāve ever had.ā The man holds her hand. āMe tooā¦ and Iāve been around a whileā¦ why was that so goodā¦?ā
They spend a lot of time together, almost always in bed. Heās persistent and gentle about his curiosity. Itās hard to learn more about her while her defenses are so strong. Asking too many questions will make her drop to her knees. Asking anything too personal will make her bounce on his dick.
They talk about their kinks instead. The older man looks at her with an expression of concern as she rattles off the list of things sheās willing to do for him. āā¦yeah, so, you can go ahead and do any of that stuff whenever you want. You donāt need to ask me beforehand or anything. Oh, and if I start crying just keep going.ā He takes a long pause. āMaybe we should, uh, work up to some of that stuffā¦ start with something simpleā¦ā
Her face is blank. āLike I said, itās up to you.ā The man rubs the young girlās back. She looks away, annoyed by how much she needs his affection. āWhatās your favourite kink? If you had to pick one, what would it be?ā Regaining her neutral expression, the girl states; āDaddy kink.ā
āWell, I guess that makes sense, given how much older I am than youā¦ Letās do that tonight.ā Wasting no time, she starts to strip. The girl tries to sneak in a few more options; āThat or slapping ā really hard. Also, degradation - but like really mean.ā He gives her that warm smile sheās craved her whole life. āWeāll see.ā
Returning to the bedroom, he grabs her in a bear hug. Groping her naked body, the older man hisses into her ear. āAre you going to be a good girl for me?ā Instantly, sheās wetter than sheās ever been. āYes, daddy.ā Her knees almost give out from speaking those words to him. Desperate, she drags him to the bed and tosses herself onto to the sheets.
āPlease, daddy. Fuck me. Fuck your daughter.ā
He does. Deep in her perfect pussy, he obliges her kink. āGod, yes, I canāt believe how good my daughter isā¦ā The girlās whole body shakes in pleasure. No analogue can compete with hearing those words from him ā from feeling his cock inside her. Her protected soul opens for a moment. A wild, overjoyed grin splashes across her face. She hugs him close and whispers; āI have an icky secretā¦ā He pins her down and thrusts faster. āTell me, darling.ā
āIām fucking my dad.ā
āYou certainly are.ā The man chuckles naĆÆvely.
āIām fucking my dad.ā Her gaze is intense.
āYes, and youāre a good girl for it.ā
āIām fucking my dad because Iām a dirty whore.ā A touch of mania colours her voice.
Heās enjoying her body too much to be disturbed by her frenzied speech. Safe in her castle of omission and lies, she releases her confession:
āYour daughter is a fucking whore. Itās all I know how to be. I canāt help it. Iām worthless if I donāt have a cock in me. Iāve been a fucking whore every chance I get, and now Iām a daddy-fucker too. But I donāt want to be a cum dump for every man that even looks at me. But I canāt stop-ā
The man cuts her off with a kiss. He strokes her hair and tries to soothe her. āShush, darlingā¦ itās okayā¦ā The girl starts to cry. Her tiny voice whimpers. āNo, it isnāt. Iām a fucking whoreā¦ā Consoling her as he ruts into her pussy, he kisses her again.
āI know, sweetheart. I know my daughterās a slut. Iām not upset. Daddyās here. Youāre safe with me. Everythingās allrightā¦ā
Tears run down her face as he dutifully fucks her. Her weeping transitions to moans. The young girl feels a moment of comfort. Sheās confused when that feeling lingers after sex while he holds her in bed. Sheās bewildered when that comfort is there when she wakes up in his arms.
The girl watches him sleep. When he opens his eyes, she gives him a genuine, warm smile.
āI thought you were dead.ā
Interpreting her comment as a figure of speech, he assures her that heās not. The man catches a glimpse of honesty in her eyes.
āā¦did you really think I was dead?ā
Her defenses are weakened, but still present. Itās too much to explain right now, but lying to him is getting more difficult. The girl climbs onto his cock to avoid the question.
Hey! I loooove your writing. I canāt get enough! Would you be into writing anything to do with somno + intelligence play? Either way I just want to say youāre great at what you do!
"Aww, JJ, is someone getting a little sweepy?"
Jennifer wants to tell her roommate not to call her JJ and not to use that baby voice with her, but instead she yawns and her eyelids droop and she finds herself mumbling, "Uh huh."
"That's okay," Mira coos.
She presses her thumb to Jennifer's lips, and Jennifer finds herself suckling Mira's thumb, sloppily. Jennifer thinks maybe she should protest, but having something to suck on feels so good, and Jennifer--
"It's okay to be a sweepy little girl," Mira tells her in that same sing-song-y baby voice that makes everything go soft and gooey in Jennifer's head. "But first we need to check to see if you're all leaky. Are you all leaky, JJ?"
JJ thinks she should say she isn't leaky, but the words drop out of her head before they reach her mouth, so what she mumbles around thumb are barely words at all.
"Aww, it's okay if you don't know," Mira tells her. "We can check together."
With the hand being drooled out by JJ's lax mouth, she directs one of JJ's hands under her waistband, under her panties, into the place where JJ is all hot and slippery.
JJ's eyelids flutter, almost too heavy to keep open.
"It looks like you are all leaky," Mira says, moving JJ's hand to press on something swollen and wet and needy. "Because sweepy girls are leaky girls, aren't they? And leaky girls are sweepy girls. And sweepy, leaky girls don't need their brains, do they?"
I need a man to pretend heās my dad and progressively get more and more lewd and sexual but still insist itās a normal healthy daddy-daughter relationship
I once had a dream where a man I had a crush on was my dad and I was trying to learn how to tš¹uch my privš¹te parts. And the door slowly opened and he crawled over to my bed, saying "Are you struggling there, sweetheart? Want daddy to help you?"
And I felt so tense. I didn't answer. And then he started sinking his fingers inside of me slowly, saying "That's it, let daddy help you. Let me teach my little girl how to make herself cš¹m". He guided my hands and fingš¹red me, it was perfect. Always soft, calm. Somehow that made the entire thing more tense and intimate.
I wish an icky pervert would pay me to tell them about my traumas and all the gross things I've done as a result. I promise I'd tell you so much detail and tell you about the ways those same traumas creep into my fantasies now. You would not be disappointed. I just can't share something that fucked up for free.
I'm edging myself right now thinking about it. Thinking about how gross I am for fantasizing about it, for wanting to share it, for wanting perverts to get off to it. It's so fucked up šµāš«
"god i'm so fucking sick" "this is so wrong" "please be quiet sweetie" "dad is so sorry" "i'll be fast please stop crying" "fuck fuck fuck" "you're such a good daughter" <33
What's that? You want to play our secret little game kiddo? Alright baby just don't tell anyone got it? Now let me undress you. Come take a seat on Dad's lap. There you go, Good girl. You're too little for it to go inside, Only rubbing against it for now understand?
I want to get molested and groped by an older man. I want to be touched against my will. To feel his hands over my undies before he touches my wet cunnie. Then abuse me violently in an alleyway filling my young body with his seed, making me a tiny young baby incubator for his baby.
ācome on, kiddo. itās almost there.ā he says as he stretches your cute little cunt. it hurts and you do your best to squirm away, but he doesnāt let you.
āno, stop. stay still and relax for daddy, okay? itāll feel so so good once you do. you wanna be a good girl, right?ā
and of course you did. youād be the best girl for him.
The girl in the collar hummed happily as her owner came down her throat. That meant sheād been useful, been good, and that made her even happier then she had been before, and thanks to him she was almost always happy now.Ā
Slurping, head bobbing, she eagerly swallowed it all and then went to work cleaning his cock, just like how she knew she was supposed to: licks and slurps and happy little mumblings. And it was while she was doing this that something caught her attention.
Her owner was watching television. He often did this with her by his feet. It was how he liked to relax, he said. Sometimes she just knelt, awaiting a command, and sometimes she was obeying a command. It didnāt matter, it wasnāt her choice. This time obviously she was obeying a command, and it was thanks to her position between his legs that she could just about see the screen, off to the side.
Normally none of what she saw there made much sense to her and normally it didnāt matter because it wasnāt for her, but something about this caught her attention, which confused her a little bit. It was confusing because she didnāt know why it would have caught her attention. Just something from the corner of her eye had made her look. Then it happened again and, since she was watching properly (mostly properly) she saw why: there was a girl on the screen she recognised.Ā
Or thought she recognised, at least. Something about her was familiar.
Whatever was on the screen was showing clips of this girl, in a costume, flying around a bit, or standing and looking strong and confident. It looked very strange to her, and it didnāt help her understand what about the girl was nagging so much at her.
The chyron running beneath it all read:
āWhatever happened to Justice Girl?ā
āMaster, do I know her? She feels likeā¦ someoneā¦ā she said, brow furrowed. Thinking was hard, and remembering was basically like thinking - her owner did both of those for her, which was why she was asking him. She hoped he would make the thinking stop. Her head was starting to throb.
āNo,ā he said, idly, tapping her on the head to keep her going. She managed one lick before the screen (and the throbbing in her head) distracted her. Such a ditz.
āBut she seems familiarā¦ā
Reaching down, her owner put a finger on her chin and tipped her head so she was looking up at him and not at the screen. She didnāt resist. She couldnāt. The moment his eyes met hers the whole world shrank down. There was nothing else. Only him.
āYou donāt know her.ā
His words filled her head. The throbbing stopped. It was the truth.
āI donāt know her,ā she said, dreamily, dumb smile on her face. It was so much easier knowing what she was supposed to think, and so obvious now. Of course she didnāt know her. Master said, and so she didnāt.
āYou were always my toy.ā
āI was always your toyā¦ā
āYou were always my pet.ā
āI was always your petā¦ā
āYou were never anything else.ā
āI was never anything elseā¦ā
Putting a hand on top of her head, he turned it so she was facing the television again. She stared, eyes empty, her face blank, a big dumb smile spread across it. She saw the girl on the screen, the girl who was totally and utterly identical to her, and she felt nothing. Just a stranger.
āDo you know her?ā He asked.
āI donāt know her,ā she sighed happily. It was the truth.
Her owner smiled and sat back again. It was a lot easier doing that, now.
āGood girl. You can touch yourself.ā
Squealing with glee and babbling thanks she very quickly shuffled back on the floor so he would have a better view, spread her legs, and started doing just that, panting and moaning and being totally open and on display for him the way sheād been trained to be, the only way she could even think of being.
On the screen, the news moved onto something else.
As a Pastor would love to have a fakeboy like you come to me after a service. Confess that you are struggling with these sins and temptations and then begin one-on-one "counseling" to help you work through your lust and temptations. A combination of reading scripture and forced corrective rape.
omg Father thank you so much for writing š„µ I absolutely need your counselling. and I'd be too ashamed of being a slut to tell anyone I was being raped by you, not that anyone would believe me over you anyway I doubt
Tell me that youāre going to rape my cunt or my ass and that I get to choose if I ask nicely.
When I choose my cunt, āplease, rape my cunt, Sirā rape me viciously. When I cry, tell me āyou asked for this. You even said please.ā
Tell me that Iām not being convincing that this is what I want and threaten to pull your cock out and shove it into my ass. Iāll beg you some more. āPlease, Sir. Please keep raping my cunt. I want it.ā
Make me scream and cry. Punch me, smack me, choke me. Rape me so hard I feel like Iām splitting in two. Pull out of me to shove your cock back in, not caring if Iām bleeding or torn. Shove toys in if you need to. Donāt stop until I start begging you to rape my ass instead. And then donāt. Not right away.
Rape my cunt some more. Beat me some more. Take your cock out and continue to hurt me. And when Iām sobbing so much I canāt even fight anymore, shove your cock into my ass and rape me hard until you cum deep inside me. The whole time reminding me Iām a dirty little rapeslut who asked for it.
If you reblog or interact with this post then you are giving me your consent to send you degrading messages, to turn you into a little cockslut, send you pictures of cock, messages about what I want my friends and I to do to your body and make you fully submit to anything and everything I ask. Youāll be a whore with no control and no brain, just a dumb bimbo for cock. āØ
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