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Rubbing her clit gently while she's asleep so you can get her just wet enough to slowly insert your cock inside her and use her while she probably thinks she's having a wet dream
wanna come over and watch each other masturbate or
absolute PERFECTION 😍♥️
She sat on the edge of her bed, her legs crossed tightly, the hem of her skirt riding up just enough to expose the soft skin of her thighs. Her fingers twitched, restless, itching for something—anything—to fill the hollow ache between her legs. It had been like this for weeks now, a gnawing need that wouldn’t leave her alone. And she knew exactly where it had started.
Him.
Her dad. The man who had raised her, who had been her protector, her provider, her everything. But now… now he was her addiction. Ever since that first time, when he’d come into her room late at night, his eyes dark with something she hadn’t quite understood, she hadn’t been able to think of anything else. His hands. His lips. His cock. The way he’d made her feel, like she was floating, like she was his, completely and utterly.
She bit her lip, her hand slipping beneath her skirt, her fingers brushing against the damp fabric of her panties. She shouldn’t. She knew she shouldn’t. But the memory of that night, of the way he’d pinned her down, his voice low and rough in her ear, telling her how good she was, how perfect she was for him—it was too much. She let out a soft whimper as her fingers slipped beneath the fabric, her breath hitching as she touched herself, her eyes fluttering closed.
But it wasn’t enough. It was never enough. She needed him. Needed the way he filled her, the way he made her feel like she was his and no one else’s. She whimpered again, her fingers moving faster, her body trembling with the need for release, but it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t him.
The sound of the front door opening made her freeze, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that sound. He was home. Her breath caught in her throat as she pulled her hand away, her body trembling with anticipation. She could hear his footsteps in the hallway, slow and deliberate, and she knew he was coming to her. He always did.
The door creaked open, and there he was, standing in the doorway, his eyes locking onto hers. He didn’t say anything, didn’t need to. The look in his eyes was enough, the way they darkened as they raked over her, taking in the way she was sitting, her skirt hiked up, her thighs exposed, her chest rising and falling with her rapid breaths.
“Daddy,” she whispered, her voice trembling, her body already responding to his presence, her core clenching with need.
He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him, the sound of the lock clicking into place sending a shiver down her spine. He didn’t say anything as he crossed the room, his eyes never leaving hers, and when he reached her, he knelt down in front of her, his hands resting on her knees.
“My girl,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, sending a jolt of electricity through her. “What are you doing, hm?”
She swallowed hard, her body trembling as his hands slid up her thighs, pushing her skirt up higher, exposing the damp fabric of her panties. “I… I was…” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
“You were touching yourself,” he said, his voice firm, leaving no room for denial. “Because you need me, don’t you?”
She nodded, her eyes wide, her breath hitching as his fingers brushed against the damp fabric, her body arching into his touch. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I need you, Daddy. I need you so much.”
“Good girl,” he murmured, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down her legs, leaving her completely exposed to him. She could feel his eyes on her, raking over her, and she whimpered, her body trembling with need.
He didn’t say anything as he leaned in, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, sending a jolt of electricity through her. She let out a soft moan, her hands gripping the edge of the bed, her body arching into his touch as he kissed his way up her thigh, his breath hot against her skin.
“Daddy, please,” she whimpered, her voice trembling, her body trembling with need. “Please, I need you.”
He didn’t answer, his lips brushing against her core, his tongue flicking out to taste her, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. She let out a loud moan, her body arching into his touch, her hands gripping the edge of the bed as he licked her, his tongue probing her sensitive folds, teasing her until she was trembling with need.
He pulled back, his eyes locking onto hers, and she could see the hunger in his gaze, the need to claim her, to make her his. He didn’t say anything as he stood, his hands moving to his belt, undoing it with practiced ease, his eyes never leaving hers.
She watched, her breath catching in her throat as he pulled his cock out, hard and throbbing, and she whimpered, her body trembling with need. She knew what was coming, and she wanted it, needed it.
“I raised you well,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, as he stepped closer to her, his cock brushing against her core, sending a jolt of electricity through her. “And now you’re mine.”
She nodded, her eyes wide, her body trembling with need as he pushed into her, filling her completely, and she let out a loud moan, her body arching into his, her nails digging into his back as he began to move, his cock sliding in and out of her, sending waves of pleasure through her.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered, her voice trembling, her body trembling with pleasure. “Yours. Always yours.”
Oh to hold and comfort a sub after turning them into a sobbing mess of overstimulation is a dream I have.
Holding them from behind, pulling them close while lightly using them as a fidget toy. Slowly touching their sensitive spot while rubbing my hand up and down their stomach.
To build them back up, slowly bending them to my desired image. Telling them how much of a good job they did for me.
"You were perfect, my dear"
"You drove me crazy which is why I did these things to you. Keep it up"
Comforting and giving them reassurance when they worry about the small things they think they failed.
"You think you could've done better? Then show me next time, but tonight you did your best, and that's all I can ask for"
"You messing up was part of the plan. Even if you actually did it, I would've made it harder just so I can have my way with you"
"Dont worry about it. It's my job to teach you and mold you into being my perfect little doll. So I'll keep trying and trying until you get it"
Praising them while they slowly slip out of subspace so I can keep them flustered and embarassed since it's cute.
"Your cute little whimpers are so wonderful to hear. Let me hear them again one more time, please?"
"You looked so pitiful when you looked at me with your puppy eyes. How could I not wanna ruin you more?"
"I'm so proud of you"
Never once letting them feel like they were not enough or did poorly. Holding my pretty little doll in my arms as they slowly fall asleep as I kiss them where I can. Forcing little forehead kisses to them even though they're flustered beyond belief
Burying my face into their neck while they lay on my arm and I slowly lose circulation there.
Please. Lay on my chest instead ;-;
I can't feel my arm anymore.
My dms are open!!
Dad who loves coming into my room in the morning, while I'm getting ready, still in his sleepwear, his voice raspy and pulling me in for a kiss while I giggle with my blush brush still in my hand :3
Dad who picks me up and lays me on the bed, not breaking the kiss, getting rid of the clothes I picked carefully just for him to go crazy :3
Dad who grins when he sees that I didn't have a bra on, that's why my nipples were poking through the thin crop top :3
Dad who moves my body up and down, to make me feel how hard he is and whisper "that's what you fucking do to me, little girl" :3
Dad who enters me with the most merciless thrust, fully in, looking me in the eyes while his cock disappears inside my tight hole :3
Dad who groans louder than I moan while he fucks me, not caring if anyone is listening, not caring if I'm gripping my sheets from the rough way he's fucking me, not caring if I'm begging him to slow down :3
Dad who bites my lower lip when he cums inside me, drawing blood out of it, waiting a few moments before slowly pulling out, taking some time to look at how pretty my hole looks full of his seed :3
Dad who puts my panties back on carefully, making sure that I pass the whole day at school with his cum inside me, like a good daughter should :3
need dom women in my asks RIGHT now
tell me how i’m mommy’s good little girl and that you’d take your time with me until my weeping cunt is just begging for your strap
tell me how i’m mommy’s brat and that you’re gonna bend me over your knee to spank my ass and pussy, before shoving my face in your cunt bc all im good for is getting you off
or just tell me anything, i’m begging you
Yes please! DMs are open for mommy’s and daddys
She was supposed to be at school. That’s what he thought as he unlocked the front door but the house wasn’t silent. From upstairs, he could hear it—soft, muffled gasps, the creak of a bed frame, and a rhythm that made his pulse quicken. He stood frozen in the doorway, the key still in the lock, his mind racing. That can’t be what I think it is.
But it was. The sounds were unmistakable. She’s here. His daughter. She’s— He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. He should have turned around. He should have left, pretended he hadn’t heard anything. But his feet moved on their own, carrying him up the stairs, step by step, each creak of the wood beneath his shoes making his heart pound harder.
The door to her room was slightly ajar, and the sounds were clearer now—little whimpers, the slick sound of her fingers moving between her legs, the soft moans she couldn’t hold back. He could see her through the crack in the door, lying on her bed, one hand tangled in the sheets, the other buried between her thighs. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling with each shaky breath.
He should have stopped. He should have walked away. But he didn’t. He pushed the door open, just enough to step inside, and said, “Keep going.”
Her eyes flew open, her body freezing in an instant. She stared at him, her face flushed, her chest heaving. “Dad?!” she gasped, her voice trembling. She tried to sit up, to cover herself, but he stepped closer, his eyes locked on hers.
“I said, keep going,” he repeated, his voice low, firm. He could see the confusion, the fear, the flicker of something else in her eyes. She hesitated, her hand still pressed between her legs, her body trembling. “Don’t stop,” he said, softer this time. “Let me see you.”
She didn’t move, didn’t breathe, her wide eyes fixed on him. He could see the war in her mind, the way her body was torn between pulling away and giving in. Slowly, nervously, her fingers began to move again, her eyes never leaving his. She was so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet there was a defiance in her gaze, a willingness to let him see her like this.
He stepped closer, his eyes roaming over her body—the way her legs were spread, the way her fingers worked her pussy, the way her breath hitched with each touch. Her skin was flushed, her nipples hard, her body so sensitive, so alive. He could see the wetness glistening on her fingers, the way her hips moved with each stroke, the way her body was begging for release.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He reached out, his hand brushing against her thigh, and she flinched, her breath catching. “Relax,” he said, his touch gentle, reassuring. “Just let me watch.”
Her fingers slowed, her body tense, her eyes wide and uncertain. But when he didn’t stop, when he kept staring at her, kept touching her, she began to move again, her fingers sliding through her wetness, her breath coming in short, shaky gasps. He watched her, his hand resting on her thigh, his thumb brushing against her skin, sending shivers through her body.
“You’re so wet,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the way her body was trembling with every touch. His fingers moved higher, brushing against her hand, against the slickness between her legs. She gasped, her hips lifting, her body arching into his touch.
“Dad…” she whispered, her voice breaking, her eyes pleading. But he didn’t stop. His fingers joined hers, sliding through her wetness, exploring her, teasing her. She was so soft, so warm, so ready. He could feel her trembling, her body so close to the edge.
“Shh,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. “Just feel it.”
His fingers pushed into her, slowly, gently, and she gasped, her body arching, her hands clutching the sheets. He could feel how tight she was, how untouched, and the thought of it made his cock harden, his desire burning hotter. He moved his fingers inside her, her wetness coating them, her body clenching around him.
“Oh god…” she moaned, her hips moving with his hand, her body so sensitive, so desperate. He could feel her getting closer, her breath coming faster, her body trembling with each thrust of his fingers.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her neck. “Let go.”
Her body tightened, her breath catching, and then she was coming, her pussy clenching around his fingers, her body shaking with the force of it. He held her, his fingers still inside her, his lips pressed against her neck, until her body went limp, her breath slowing, her eyes fluttering closed.
He pulled his fingers out slowly, her wetness coating them, and he brought them to his lips, tasting her. She watched him, her eyes wide, her body still trembling. He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers, and she gasped, her body stiffening. But when he didn’t pull away, when his lips pressed against hers, she softened, her lips parting, her body melting into his.
His hand moved to his belt, unfastening it, pulling his cock free. He was so hard, so ready, and when he pressed the tip of his cock against her wet pussy, she gasped, her body tensing.
“Daddy…” she whispered, her voice trembling, her eyes wide with fear. But she didn’t push him away, didn’t tell him to stop. Instead, she reached up, her hands resting on his chest, her body trembling with anticipation.
He pushed into her slowly, carefully, the tightness of her pussy making him groan. She gasped, her body arching, her hands clutching his chest. She was so tight, so warm, so perfect. He moved deeper, her wetness coating him, her body stretching to take him in.
“Relax, baby” he murmured, his lips brushing against her neck. “Just breathe.”
She nodded, her breath shaky, her body trembling. He moved slowly, carefully, giving her time to adjust, to feel him inside her. She was so small, so fragile, and the thought of taking her virginity made his cock twitch, his desire burning hotter.
He began to move, his hips rocking against hers, his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. She gasped with each thrust, her body arching, her hands clutching his chest. He could feel her pussy clenching around him, her body trembling with each thrust.
“Oh god daddy…” she moaned, her hips moving with his, her body so sensitive, so desperate. He could feel her getting closer, her breath coming faster, her body trembling with each thrust of his cock.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her neck. “Such a pretty baby.”
Her body tightened, her breath catching, and then she was coming, her pussy clenching around his cock, her body shaking with the force of it. He held her, his cock still inside her, his lips pressed against her neck, until her body went limp, her breath slowing, her eyes fluttering closed.
He moved inside her again, his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy, her body still trembling from her orgasm. He could feel his own orgasm building, his cock twitching inside her. He thrust deeper, harder, his body pressing against hers, his lips brushing against her neck.
“Oh god…” he groaned, his cock twitching inside her, his orgasm washing over him. He came hard, his cum filling her pussy, his body trembling with the force of it. He held her, his cock still inside her, his lips pressed against her neck, until his body went limp, his breath slowing, his eyes fluttering closed.
They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breath slowing, their hearts racing. He pulled out slowly, her wetness coating him, and he rolled onto his back, pulling her into his arms. She lay against him, her body trembling, her breath shaky.
“Dad…” she whispered, her voice trembling, her eyes wide with fear. But she didn’t push him away, didn’t tell him to stop. Instead, she buried her face in his chest, her body trembling with fear and desire.
He held her, his hand stroking her hair, his lips brushing against her forehead. “It’s okay,” he murmured. “I’m here. Daddy's here.”
Uni professor that makes me come earlier n sit on a specific chair every lecture? Every lecture there's a new toy on it which i need to stuff into my pussy and endure over the course of the lecture?
front row seat, legs crossed over one another as everyone walks in and says hi and gets to their chosen seat. And once they're all sat down, im expected to open my legs up so that the prof can see my stuffed pussy beneath the desk whilst he lectures - teeth flashing with the sadistic smirk he wears each time that he looks over and sees me with eyes squeezed shut, doing my best not to make any noise
Sometimes when he feels particularly cruel, he'll call me out by name and say pay attention. In extreme cases of cruelty, he'll ask me to answer his questions and listen to me stutter to jog my brain and look past the pleasure to answer his questions.
The toys vary each week - one time it was a thick dildo, another time a bullet vibe to shove up my cunt. One time it was a butt plug of which the professor could control the vibrations of from his phone.
Of course, I then also need to wait until the end of the lesson before i can leave. Otherwise, everyone would see me get up with strings of my own cum extending from the chair to my sopping pussy as I get up.
No, instead I wait for everyone else to leave.
Then the professor can tell me to turn around and touch my toes so that my skirt flips and he can observe my pussy, stuffed with whatever odd object he'd decided to use on me that week.
Then what? Well, maybe I'll get fucked in the lecture room - at the very front - so that it feels like everyone's watching me. Or, maybe he'll tell me to suck his cock because he's tired to lecturing with a boner from watching me on the front row. Alternately, he might even tell me to go sit on his desk at the front and myself off for him using the toy, before making me lick all the slick that drips from my pussy off of the desk with my tongue
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Daddy loved watching my sister, and I grind and hump our soaking wet pussy together.
Daddy especially loves it when his hard cock is placed between our pussys and watches us slid up and down until he covers our pussys with his cum.
Sometimes Daddy makes us grind our cum soak pussys together, speading his cum all over us while he gets ready for a second round.
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I walked through the front door, tired from a long day at school. I put my backpack on the floor and took off my shoes.
I made my way over to the family room where my dad was sitting on the couch, watching tv.
"How was school." Dad said while grabbing the remote to turn off the tv.
"It was fine." I said as I grabbed one of the kitchen chairs. "There was a surprise pop quiz in math."
I brought the chair over, setting it a few feet away from my dad. The topic slowly died as I pulled my panties down, the fabric wet from the interstation of what's to come.
I handed them over to my dad, who now has his hard cock out.
"Mmmm, you've been a naughty girl today." Dad said as he ran his fingers along the fabric.
"I couldn't stop thinking of your hard cock all day today." I said as I sat down on the chair making sure Daddy had a full view of my pussy.
"Tell me all about it." Daddy said, wrapping my wet panties around his dick before slowly pumping his hand up and down his shaft.
"I was so horny Daddy that I skipped English class so that I could finger my needy pussy." I said as I rubbed my pussy, my juices covering my fingers making it easier to slide right into my pussy. I moved my fingers in and out in rhythm to dad stroking his cock.
"You naughty girl. What am I going to do with such a horny daughter?" Daddy said, moving his hand a bit faster.
"You can finally fuck me daddy." I said, moaning at the thought of Daddy's cock finally entering my virgin pussy.
"But you know that it's wrong, sweetheart. Daddy's shouldn't be fucking their daughters." Daddy said.
"I don't care." I said. "My pussy is aching to have your cock inside. Please, I need your cock, my dad's cock inside me."
Daddy groaned at those words as his stroking picked up paste again.
"Say that again. Tell me how much you need me inside you." Daddy moaned out.
"Please, Daddy. I don't care if it's wrong. I need you inside me. I need your cock inside me. I need your cock to finally take my virginity. I need my dad's cock to pump in and out of my pussy." I said
"Oh god, yes." Daddy said. "One day, I will take your virginity. One day, you'll finally will feel my cock in your pussy.
We both cam at the same time. Daddy, shot thick ropes of cum along the fabric of my panties.
After checking my breath, I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and slowly dragged my body up off the chair and over to daddy.
I grabbed my panties out of his hands and put them back on, letting Dad's warm cum spread around my sensitive pussy.
Daddy brough his hand up to my pussy. "One day, you'll feel my cock inside you. One day, very soon." Daddy said, fingers slowly rubbing circle on my pussy, messaging his cum deeper along the folds of my pussy.
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Every day after school, I would lay down on the family room floor in front of the tv. Books, papers, and pens would be scattered all over the floor while I was working on homework.
After a long day at work, Daddy would always be sitting down on the couch watching tv with me.
However, most of the time his eyes were never on the tv screen, but instead on my bare exposed pussy that was barely being covered by my skirt.
It wouldn't take long before he's unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out.
Hearing him stroke his cocks always makes me wet and it's not long before my homework is abandoned.
Sometimes, I just watch him while other times I'm rubbing or fingering my needy pussy, but Daddy really loves watching me pump my pens in and out of my pussy.
Daddy never allows me to touch him, and he's always muttering that this is wrong and that he shouldn't be doing this, but no matter what he says Daddy will come home the next day, sit down on the couch, and start stroking his cock.
Older man kidnapping me because I "looked like the perfect daughter" for him.
He keeps me chained up in the basement for a while, letting me know I'll never go back to my old life.
He's very sweet to me, tells me to call him "daddy", and gives me my favorite foods and drinks, occasionally letting me upstairs to watch TV with him, or sleep in his bed with him.
I get used to it, actually liking this new life. I show him my gratitude by sucking his cock every day before he goes to work, pulling my mouth away sometimes so that he can cum in my underwear, letting me wear a part of him the whole day. I also let him use my body however he wants. Always making sure to dress pretty for him. A dress, no bra, no panties, so that he has easy access.
Eventually, he takes me outside, and we go for hikes, grocery shopping, the mall, walks, etc. But he notices how the boys look at me, and he hates it. He gets jealous and possessive, immediately bringing me home.
We don't even make it into the house, he's already on me, fucking me on the porch, letting the neighbors hear my moans and whines of pleasure as I beg him to cum inside of me, to make me his pretty little housewife.<3
Stuffie Humping 101. Every good girl needs to know how to properly hump her stuffie. It's an essential skill, one that brings endless joy and comfort. And Daddy is here to teach you how it's done.
Step 1: Choose Your Stuffie Wisely. Not just any stuffie will do. You need one that's the perfect size and shape for riding. Look for one with a firm body and a nice, plush head to grind against. Bonus points if it has cute, floppy ears or a fuzzy tail.
Step 2: Get Undressed. Find a quiet, comfortable spot where you won't be disturbed. Strip down to your comfiest panties, the ones that make you feel most adorable. You want to be able to focus on the task at hand.
Step 3: Positioning. This all depends on your preferred humping style. Some girls like to straddle, while others prefer to ride laying on their stomach. Experiment to find what works best for you.
Step 4: Mount Up. Carefully climb on top of your stuffie, spreading your legs wide to accommodate it. Reach down and adjust its position until it's nestled comfortably between your thighs.
Step 5: Start Slow. Begin by gently rocking back and forth, letting your stuffie rub against your wet little cunny. Focus on the sensation, the feeling of it pressing against your sensitive areas. As you get more comfortable, you can increase your speed and intensity.
Step 6: Add Some Friction. Now it's time to add some extra stimulation. Reach down and start rubbing your clit, slow circles that match each rock of your hips. Experiment with different textures - try rubbing your clit against the stuffie's ears, or using its fuzzy tail.
Step 7: Ride Hard. Start grinding hard, bounce up and down if you need to. Rub and press and flick your clit, you’re so close, now’s the time to really let loose.
Step 8: Cum Hard. As you cum, press down hard on your stuffie, squeeze your legs against it, use it to prolong your orgasm. Let the waves wash over you, feeling them build and crest. And when you're finally finished, collapse onto your stuffie, hugging it tightly to your chest. You just made a new best friend.
Old hand young pussy = best match
a hug and snuggles from daddy a day, keeps the trouble and worries away.