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[bitchyobjecrivestuff]

thinking about an older man who thinks of you as his daughter and tries to make your first time with him as gentle as possible, eating you out and pumping his fingers inside you, making sure you’re ready to take him first, only wanting to properly fuck you because you’re just a kid to him. but once his cock is inside, oh he’s a goner. it takes everything in him not to hold you down and use your virgin cunt for his own pleasure, reminding himself that you’re just a baby who blindly trusts him enough to have him fuck you for the first time, but he just couldn’t do it. he’s too weak, and you’re just so damn tight for him. he couldn’t help but shove his dick in and out of you as hard and as fast as he needs, ignoring your pleas for him to slow down. he just fucks you and fucks you and fucks you until he’s spent, and you just let him until you take his cum. but he’ll hold you in his arms and say he’s sorry afterwards, he’ll even prepare a bath for you, clean you up and make you snacks, just to break you again and again that you’ll always be craving his cock now, naturally growing into the perfect slut just for him.

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[bitchyobjecrivestuff]

[bitchyobjecrivestuff]

A Nightcap

(This is the “fucked by your boyfriend’s dad” prompt that won all the votes a few months ago. TW for misgendering, breeding, age gap. See OP tags.)

You and your boyfriend started dating two months ago, and it had been going just fine, until… well. I’ll get to that.

He’s a sweet guy. The same age as you, and from the local neighbourhood. You met at the shop you part-time at, not long after you moved here to study.

On the first date, a trip to the cinema, he came out to you as bisexual. In turn, you quickly explained to him how you felt about your gender. You were relieved by his response: so supportive.

Finally, last week, you messed around after getting back from a bar, but without going all the way. Although that was more because of the wine than any lingering apprehension.

You both laughed about it through the hangover, and agreed to set aside an evening for something special.

Tonight.

You’re sitting at the dining table of his home, which is actually still his parent’s home, too - whilst he saves up. Of course, his parents are out and you have the house to yourselves.

You eat pasta and enjoy his chirpy conversation. You help with the dishes and blow out the dinner candles when the meal is done. In his room, he plays quiet pop music and soon you’re both naked.

It’s the first time you’re sleeping with him: The sex is okay. He struggles with the condom (which is a must since you aren’t using any other form of birth control yet), and after a few awkward minutes of erratic thrusting, you offer him another blowjob.

He shyly peels off the slightly bunched-up condom. All you can taste on his dick is the latex, but you think of his pleasure, suck him well, and he climaxes quickly. He asks you if you want anything more (not tonight),then flops onto his side to sleep.

You’re lying next to his lanky, and now snoring, frame. It’s pitch black and you’re wide awake. It takes a while to get to know someone’s body, you guess. You never climaxed, but more importantly you could really use a glass of water before bed.

You slide out from under the covers, pull your jeans and hoodie on, then creep back downstairs to the kitchen tap.

As you’re filling a glass, you hear the front door unlock and swing open. The hallway lights come on, illuminating the kitchen.

Your new boyfriend’s dad throws his coat over the banister then catches sight of you through the doorway.

“Oh! Hi. Good evening. Hi.”

You return the greeting in a cheery, but slightly pained tone - you don’t really know how to act. You weren’t expecting to meet either of his parents until perhaps tomorrow, when he said they’d be back. What’s more, the intention behind your overnight stay certainly wouldn’t be lost on his father. From the hallway, he explains he had to return home as something came up at work for the next morning, and leaves it at that.

“Don’t worry, I knew he was cooking for you tonight.. I was planning to have a nightcap. Why don’t you join me since you’re still up? It would be nice to talk. You can tell Luke, if you like.”

You shuffle your feet, clutching your glass of water, and explain that you left him asleep. You smile, keen to make a good impression, although secretly wishing you’d just stayed upstairs.

“Oh well. Just us then?”

For a moment you consider politely declining, but you know you’ll just lie there in the dark, restless. Your latest host is already pouring out two hefty glasses of whiskey as you agree to stay and chat.

In the living room, you sit facing each other on the enormous sofa, sipping your drinks. He has a more casual demeanour than his son. You ask politely about the neighbourhood, his work, until inevitably the conversation turns to you.

“So you’ve started at the university here. How’s that going?”

You say it’s going pretty well. Especially thanks to your new boyfriend being as caring as he is. While you talk, you notice the man’s gaze flicker over your body. His tone changes. Still friendly, but perplexed.

“Tell me, though, and sorry. He said he had a boyfriend?”

You gulp and stutter over the short explanation of your gender identity. The dad-friendly version. You add that you’re starting hormones soon, that they’ll change your shape. He listens, then nods respectfully.

“I think I understand,” he responds, throwing one hand up, “I hope you don’t think I’m rude for asking about this stuff. I respect your generation very much.”

He sounds genuinely warmhearted, smiling at you. That was easy. You smile back with some relief, but when you don’t quite manage an immediate response, he changes the subject:

“Do you play sports?”

You notice his eyes flicker across you again. You give a noncommittal answer about running, taking a big sip from your drink. It’s not enough to get you drunk but it’s definitely taking the edge off the awkward situation.

With his next comment, he drags his gaze up from your crotch. Is he undressing you with his eyes?

“It makes sense you run. You do have an athletic physique.”

You reply with a curt thanks. Actually, this is bullshit. You down the last dregs of whisky and place the empty tumbler on the coffee table - standing and making to leave. Just as you’re about to turn and say goodnight, you hear:

“Don’t go just yet.”

His tone is hushed and severe. Your eyes meet as he leans back, with one arm across the sofa and one hand resting right next to his groin. You can’t help staring at the intensely straining fabric there. He watches you stare. He likes it.

Your mouth goes dry. You should leave, but you’re glued to the spot. You remind yourself: the man on the sofa in front of you is your boyfriend’s father. He’s fifty-something and portly, his hair ashy and silver. You take in his creased shirt, loosened tie, slightly stubbled, slightly pink face. He is not unattractive, but he’s not classically attractive, either.

Nevertheless, this man is not your type. And god, what does that matter? This man is your boyfriend’s dad.

“Close the door. Stay for a minute or two.”

His eyes are fixed on yours as he slowly unzips his flies, and pulls out his penis. You still don’t leave.

He strokes his bare cock slowly. It’s long, thick (really thick) and only halfway to a full erection. You bite the inside of your cheek, somehow still deliberating, trying to ignore how aroused you are, feeling your face turn pink. He keeps on stroking.

You’re still weighing up your options with a hazy mind when-

“Suck it.”

The instruction hits you like a freight train.

“Come here, sweetheart. Suck on daddy’s dick.”

His words are clear, firm, but with a hint of ‘just try it’. Arousal turns your racing thoughts to pure static. Needing no further encouragement, you kneel on the floor between his legs. He’s so much bigger than Luke.

“Open that mouth.”

You do as you’re told, and stick your tongue out flat and wet, looking up at him for the next instruction. You can’t believe you’re doing this, you really can’t. His rough hand lands firmly on the back of your head, then presses your face against his hardening dick. The man smiles warmly again as he rubs your face on his crotch.

The shaft feels hot against your open mouth, and hard against your features. The smell of his leather belt, his cotton shirt, and precum fills your nostrils, under-toned by sweat and bodywash.

You’re salivating as he continues to bury your face in his groin, then finally pushes his dick into your mouth with his other hand. Your lips only need to part slightly under his thumb for him to force it in. In it goes, your jaw widening.

“Theeeeere we go.”

He holds your head in place as he becomes fully erect, your throat getting stuffed and your lips becoming tighter and tighter around his now solid penis. You feel it pulsing, firmly pushing down against your tongue.

He holds your head there. Just before you start to actually choke, he removes his hand. You gasp for air as his glistening cock towers in front of your face, bursting from his flies.

From this angle, you can see how his shirt buttons are straining to keep his gut in. Taking the opportunity, the man reaches into his trousers and frees his balls. They’re also quite large, and pushed up by the trouser fabric. As you stare at them he caresses the back of your head and coos at you sardonically.

“What do you think of daddy’s balls?”

Without so much as a moment for your response, your face is pressed once more into his crotch - against them.

In spite of the sardonic move, you’re soaking in your underwear. Greedily, you lap at his exposed balls then take his dick into your mouth a second time. The man is grunting as you suck, clearly stifling a groan, as not to alert his son.

Eventually he loosens his grip on the back of your head, allowing you to freely bob up and down, even though you can’t reach the base of his huge penis without force.

You taste precum - it’s flowing onto your tongue with strained throbs. With your hands at his thighs, you steady yourself and work harder for him, stuffing your throat and drooling down his balls, which are pressed repeatedly against your chin. A couple of minutes go by like this, his grunting becoming more breathy. You let out the occasional, choked whimper.

His chest heaves, quickly grabbing your hair, he pulls you away.

“I’m going to blow. Christ.” He takes another breath, his dick twitching hard. You’ve never seen an older man like this. It’s taking him every ounce of self-control to hold his cum in. “I’m not done with you, not yet.”

He leans back on the sofa to loosen his tie, and slip his trousers and underwear off. You can still taste his slimy precum coating your tongue.

“When I saw you earlier, I wondered how you’d react if I did this. I knew you’d be a good little cocksucker.” he impulsively fondles his dick as he goes on, his tone stern again, “This is going to be kept between us, isn’t it?”

The thought of Luke finding out makes your stomach lurch. You nod furiously. Your chin is still wet.

“Good girl.”

His words send a shiver across your body. He does register his mistake, though.

“Ah, Christ, I’m sorry, I can’t help it. It’s just how you look right now. Force of habit. Now, take that sweatshirt off.”

Shit. You’re not wearing your binder. You only threw something on to get a glass of water.

The corners of your mouth curl into a nervous expression, and without saying anything to him, you pull the jumper obediently off over your head.

Cold and exposed, your nipples poke out hard. But the older man in front of you rubs his dick faster, staring intently at your breasts.

“Mmm, yeah,” he sighs, tugging faster at his cock, “That’s what daddy likes. An excellent rack. Sit next to me, sweetheart.”

Cringing at his choice of words, you’re beginning to feel embarrassed. With your new boyfriend, you set some boundaries around your chest. Just an hour ago, when you (sort of) fucked, you wore your t shirt.

Now you’re with his dad, your very round, soft tits are completely exposed just for him. The man masturbating to them probably doesn’t even know what a binder is.

You tell yourself you’re playing along, and try to ignore just how aroused it’s made you.

He reaches out with both his hands and cups your tits, smearing saliva and precum from jerking off across your tender skin.

He gently feels their heft, examining them, making your face burn red. This is going to go on forever.

“What size are you?”, he eventually asks.

After you reluctantly tell him, his grasp becomes rougher. He mutters that he thought so, not really addressing you any more. He squeezes your breasts, and presses them hard together, forcing a huge cleavage - pausing occasionally to roll your nipples between his thumb and forefingers. Pulling slightly. You stifle more whimpers, it feels amazing.

What if your boyfriend could see you now? You imagine what you must look like, topless in front of his dad. The humiliation and pangs of dysphoria make you leak onto your soft inner thighs. Each time he touches your nipples, you almost want to thrust your tits out further. You hardly recognise yourself.

And then there’s the fact that with this man feeling you up, your breasts feel…huge. Every grope is better than the last. He runs the palms of his hands over you, muttering, “you’re a very good girl”

You mindlessly open your mouth to correct him, but he shoves you onto your back and kneels over you across the giant sofa, holding you down with one hand.

You catch sight of a long strand of precum drooling from the tip of his fat cock.

“Come on. I think you’re kidding yourself. Aren’t you at least being a good girl for me? Just here and now.”

This time you manage a stutter, but his other hand dives straight into your jeans. The sudden contact on your aching clit morphs your words into a stifled, mindless squeal.

“That’s what I thought.”

He circles your clit faster. You’re whimpering nonstop. He’s clearly experienced. He dips the tips of his rough fingers lower, to see how wet you are, his palm on your tender pubic mound. He doesn’t finger you, just spreads the wetness from your entrance around between your legs, working your clit.

“Such a wet pussy for me.… wider, now”.

For better access, he tears off your remaining jeans and underwear, then, without warning, thrusts not one but two fingers deep into you. A loud squelching sound fills the room. In and out, in and out, in a way you’ve never felt before.

“There…niiiice and wet for your daddy.”

He keeps a steady pace, working you open beneath him. You throw your head back and try to relax and spread your legs as he stuffs your pussy repeatedly with his fingers. The sound is humiliating.

Stretched out naked on the sofa, he’s started fingering you so forcefully that you can feel your tits jiggle. He’s deliberately pressing against your G spot, or at least what you think is your G spot, quickly and ruthlessly. Despite how manhandled you feel, you’re still getting wetter. It’s getting on the sofa. You’re trying to keep your whimpers from disturbing Luke. Finally, he pulls out his fingers, and makes you taste your own wetness.

“Taste that. Your pussy loves being ruined by an older man like me. My cock needs to go in there now, sweetheart“

As he talks, he slowly pats his fat cock head against your spread and swollen lips.

As his oozing precum mixes with your own wetness, you realise with a jolt that the situation - as absurd as it is - calls for one of the condoms in your bag upstairs.

On instinct, you wriggle away but he clutches your hips and pulls you squarely back onto the sofa. Your soaking, pummeled-open pussy lands straight onto the swollen tip of his cock, which immediately forces your lips open.

“Fuck yes, that’s it. Relax, baby. Daddy’s got you. Be quiet, now, or we’ll get caught. Can you do that for me?”

Half-impaled and dripping wet, you look up at him, with eyes wide, and nod silently. This is so wrong.

Shifting his weight on the sofa, he grabs your thighs and finds the best angle to force the rest of his cock inside.

Finally, he thrusts his hips and fills you completely. He lets out a grunt as your pussy takes every inch completely raw. Every time his dick throbs, you feel a little more stretched open. His wiry pubic hair feels rough against your smooth skin. He stays inside, constantly throbbing and twitching, pressing his balls against your ass, clearly trying not to cum.

“There. That’s it! Good girl.”

You try to keep still, holding your legs wide apart for him. The twitching slows and he starts to shift his weight again. Somehow, he pushes even deeper into you, and you feel a deep ache as his swollen cock head massages your cervix - it makes you wince.

You manage to let out - in fewer words - that you’re not taking birth control.

He pushes harder against your cervix, the pressure building against it from his cock. He has to raise his tone slightly over the noises you make.

“Does that mean Luke could have a half brother?”

You can’t tell if he’s joking, you’re too blissed-out from the stuffing he’s giving you to care. He thrusts again. Harder. Probably not. He clearly doesn’t care, the way he’s pistoning in and out of you, and pinning you down to take it.

The pace starts to quicken, he takes an even more hushed tone than before, leaning towards your ear, speaking quickly as the feeling of your hot, soft, soaked, hole sends him into overdrive.

“You’re such a beautiful thing - ugh, good girl - my son isn’t gay - if he doesn’t want to fuck you properly - that’s it - I’m going to have to.”

His cock is splitting you in two over and over again, but you’re stretched out perfectly to accommodate it.

You feel his balls press hard against your skin.

He gropes your breasts.

You actually want this.

As your pussy tightens around his cock, he groans softly again on top of you, through clenched teeth:

“Beg me for my cum.”

And you do. You let out a string of pleas, despite yourself. Right into Luke’s father’s ear, you tell him how he’d made you ache for it. How you’re desperate to take it after so long.

It tips the older man over the edge. He moans, loudly this time. Rope after hot rope spills out into you, spreading an indescribable warmth that soaks your cervix and coats your walls. You climax, too, for the first time from penetration: your pussy flutters tight around him, milking every drop into you in a way you have never felt before.

After a moment of breathy stillness, he heaves himself off you, pulls on his trousers, then collects the whiskey glasses -

“Well done. Now cover yourself up. See you in the morning.”

- and creaks up the stairway to his and his wife’s bed.

[bitchyobjecrivestuff]

A Nightcap

(This is the “fucked by your boyfriend’s dad” prompt that won all the votes a few months ago. TW for misgendering, breeding, age gap. See OP tags.)

You and your boyfriend started dating two months ago, and it had been going just fine, until… well. I’ll get to that.

He’s a sweet guy. The same age as you, and from the local neighbourhood. You met at the shop you part-time at, not long after you moved here to study.

On the first date, a trip to the cinema, he came out to you as bisexual. In turn, you quickly explained to him how you felt about your gender. You were relieved by his response: so supportive.

Finally, last week, you messed around after getting back from a bar, but without going all the way. Although that was more because of the wine than any lingering apprehension.

You both laughed about it through the hangover, and agreed to set aside an evening for something special.

Tonight.

You’re sitting at the dining table of his home, which is actually still his parent’s home, too - whilst he saves up. Of course, his parents are out and you have the house to yourselves.

You eat pasta and enjoy his chirpy conversation. You help with the dishes and blow out the dinner candles when the meal is done. In his room, he plays quiet pop music and soon you’re both naked.

It’s the first time you’re sleeping with him: The sex is okay. He struggles with the condom (which is a must since you aren’t using any other form of birth control yet), and after a few awkward minutes of erratic thrusting, you offer him another blowjob.

He shyly peels off the slightly bunched-up condom. All you can taste on his dick is the latex, but you think of his pleasure, suck him well, and he climaxes quickly. He asks you if you want anything more (not tonight),then flops onto his side to sleep.

You’re lying next to his lanky, and now snoring, frame. It’s pitch black and you’re wide awake. It takes a while to get to know someone’s body, you guess. You never climaxed, but more importantly you could really use a glass of water before bed.

You slide out from under the covers, pull your jeans and hoodie on, then creep back downstairs to the kitchen tap.

As you’re filling a glass, you hear the front door unlock and swing open. The hallway lights come on, illuminating the kitchen.

Your new boyfriend’s dad throws his coat over the banister then catches sight of you through the doorway.

“Oh! Hi. Good evening. Hi.”

You return the greeting in a cheery, but slightly pained tone - you don’t really know how to act. You weren’t expecting to meet either of his parents until perhaps tomorrow, when he said they’d be back. What’s more, the intention behind your overnight stay certainly wouldn’t be lost on his father. From the hallway, he explains he had to return home as something came up at work for the next morning, and leaves it at that.

“Don’t worry, I knew he was cooking for you tonight.. I was planning to have a nightcap. Why don’t you join me since you’re still up? It would be nice to talk. You can tell Luke, if you like.”

You shuffle your feet, clutching your glass of water, and explain that you left him asleep. You smile, keen to make a good impression, although secretly wishing you’d just stayed upstairs.

“Oh well. Just us then?”

For a moment you consider politely declining, but you know you’ll just lie there in the dark, restless. Your latest host is already pouring out two hefty glasses of whiskey as you agree to stay and chat.

In the living room, you sit facing each other on the enormous sofa, sipping your drinks. He has a more casual demeanour than his son. You ask politely about the neighbourhood, his work, until inevitably the conversation turns to you.

“So you’ve started at the university here. How’s that going?”

You say it’s going pretty well. Especially thanks to your new boyfriend being as caring as he is. While you talk, you notice the man’s gaze flicker over your body. His tone changes. Still friendly, but perplexed.

“Tell me, though, and sorry. He said he had a boyfriend?”

You gulp and stutter over the short explanation of your gender identity. The dad-friendly version. You add that you’re starting hormones soon, that they’ll change your shape. He listens, then nods respectfully.

“I think I understand,” he responds, throwing one hand up, “I hope you don’t think I’m rude for asking about this stuff. I respect your generation very much.”

He sounds genuinely warmhearted, smiling at you. That was easy. You smile back with some relief, but when you don’t quite manage an immediate response, he changes the subject:

“Do you play sports?”

You notice his eyes flicker across you again. You give a noncommittal answer about running, taking a big sip from your drink. It’s not enough to get you drunk but it’s definitely taking the edge off the awkward situation.

With his next comment, he drags his gaze up from your crotch. Is he undressing you with his eyes?

“It makes sense you run. You do have an athletic physique.”

You reply with a curt thanks. Actually, this is bullshit. You down the last dregs of whisky and place the empty tumbler on the coffee table - standing and making to leave. Just as you’re about to turn and say goodnight, you hear:

“Don’t go just yet.”

His tone is hushed and severe. Your eyes meet as he leans back, with one arm across the sofa and one hand resting right next to his groin. You can’t help staring at the intensely straining fabric there. He watches you stare. He likes it.

Your mouth goes dry. You should leave, but you’re glued to the spot. You remind yourself: the man on the sofa in front of you is your boyfriend’s father. He’s fifty-something and portly, his hair ashy and silver. You take in his creased shirt, loosened tie, slightly stubbled, slightly pink face. He is not unattractive, but he’s not classically attractive, either.

Nevertheless, this man is not your type. And god, what does that matter? This man is your boyfriend’s dad.

“Close the door. Stay for a minute or two.”

His eyes are fixed on yours as he slowly unzips his flies, and pulls out his penis. You still don’t leave.

He strokes his bare cock slowly. It’s long, thick (really thick) and only halfway to a full erection. You bite the inside of your cheek, somehow still deliberating, trying to ignore how aroused you are, feeling your face turn pink. He keeps on stroking.

You’re still weighing up your options with a hazy mind when-

“Suck it.”

The instruction hits you like a freight train.

“Come here, sweetheart. Suck on daddy’s dick.”

His words are clear, firm, but with a hint of ‘just try it’. Arousal turns your racing thoughts to pure static. Needing no further encouragement, you kneel on the floor between his legs. He’s so much bigger than Luke.

“Open that mouth.”

You do as you’re told, and stick your tongue out flat and wet, looking up at him for the next instruction. You can’t believe you’re doing this, you really can’t. His rough hand lands firmly on the back of your head, then presses your face against his hardening dick. The man smiles warmly again as he rubs your face on his crotch.

The shaft feels hot against your open mouth, and hard against your features. The smell of his leather belt, his cotton shirt, and precum fills your nostrils, under-toned by sweat and bodywash.

You’re salivating as he continues to bury your face in his groin, then finally pushes his dick into your mouth with his other hand. Your lips only need to part slightly under his thumb for him to force it in. In it goes, your jaw widening.

“Theeeeere we go.”

He holds your head in place as he becomes fully erect, your throat getting stuffed and your lips becoming tighter and tighter around his now solid penis. You feel it pulsing, firmly pushing down against your tongue.

He holds your head there. Just before you start to actually choke, he removes his hand. You gasp for air as his glistening cock towers in front of your face, bursting from his flies.

From this angle, you can see how his shirt buttons are straining to keep his gut in. Taking the opportunity, the man reaches into his trousers and frees his balls. They’re also quite large, and pushed up by the trouser fabric. As you stare at them he caresses the back of your head and coos at you sardonically.

“What do you think of daddy’s balls?”

Without so much as a moment for your response, your face is pressed once more into his crotch - against them.

In spite of the sardonic move, you’re soaking in your underwear. Greedily, you lap at his exposed balls then take his dick into your mouth a second time. The man is grunting as you suck, clearly stifling a groan, as not to alert his son.

Eventually he loosens his grip on the back of your head, allowing you to freely bob up and down, even though you can’t reach the base of his huge penis without force.

You taste precum - it’s flowing onto your tongue with strained throbs. With your hands at his thighs, you steady yourself and work harder for him, stuffing your throat and drooling down his balls, which are pressed repeatedly against your chin. A couple of minutes go by like this, his grunting becoming more breathy. You let out the occasional, choked whimper.

His chest heaves, quickly grabbing your hair, he pulls you away.

“I’m going to blow. Christ.” He takes another breath, his dick twitching hard. You’ve never seen an older man like this. It’s taking him every ounce of self-control to hold his cum in. “I’m not done with you, not yet.”

He leans back on the sofa to loosen his tie, and slip his trousers and underwear off. You can still taste his slimy precum coating your tongue.

“When I saw you earlier, I wondered how you’d react if I did this. I knew you’d be a good little cocksucker.” he impulsively fondles his dick as he goes on, his tone stern again, “This is going to be kept between us, isn’t it?”

The thought of Luke finding out makes your stomach lurch. You nod furiously. Your chin is still wet.

“Good girl.”

His words send a shiver across your body. He does register his mistake, though.

“Ah, Christ, I’m sorry, I can’t help it. It’s just how you look right now. Force of habit. Now, take that sweatshirt off.”

Shit. You’re not wearing your binder. You only threw something on to get a glass of water.

The corners of your mouth curl into a nervous expression, and without saying anything to him, you pull the jumper obediently off over your head.

Cold and exposed, your nipples poke out hard. But the older man in front of you rubs his dick faster, staring intently at your breasts.

“Mmm, yeah,” he sighs, tugging faster at his cock, “That’s what daddy likes. An excellent rack. Sit next to me, sweetheart.”

Cringing at his choice of words, you’re beginning to feel embarrassed. With your new boyfriend, you set some boundaries around your chest. Just an hour ago, when you (sort of) fucked, you wore your t shirt.

Now you’re with his dad, your very round, soft tits are completely exposed just for him. The man masturbating to them probably doesn’t even know what a binder is.

You tell yourself you’re playing along, and try to ignore just how aroused it’s made you.

He reaches out with both his hands and cups your tits, smearing saliva and precum from jerking off across your tender skin.

He gently feels their heft, examining them, making your face burn red. This is going to go on forever.

“What size are you?”, he eventually asks.

After you reluctantly tell him, his grasp becomes rougher. He mutters that he thought so, not really addressing you any more. He squeezes your breasts, and presses them hard together, forcing a huge cleavage - pausing occasionally to roll your nipples between his thumb and forefingers. Pulling slightly. You stifle more whimpers, it feels amazing.

What if your boyfriend could see you now? You imagine what you must look like, topless in front of his dad. The humiliation and pangs of dysphoria make you leak onto your soft inner thighs. Each time he touches your nipples, you almost want to thrust your tits out further. You hardly recognise yourself.

And then there’s the fact that with this man feeling you up, your breasts feel…huge. Every grope is better than the last. He runs the palms of his hands over you, muttering, “you’re a very good girl”

You mindlessly open your mouth to correct him, but he shoves you onto your back and kneels over you across the giant sofa, holding you down with one hand.

You catch sight of a long strand of precum drooling from the tip of his fat cock.

“Come on. I think you’re kidding yourself. Aren’t you at least being a good girl for me? Just here and now.”

This time you manage a stutter, but his other hand dives straight into your jeans. The sudden contact on your aching clit morphs your words into a stifled, mindless squeal.

“That’s what I thought.”

He circles your clit faster. You’re whimpering nonstop. He’s clearly experienced. He dips the tips of his rough fingers lower, to see how wet you are, his palm on your tender pubic mound. He doesn’t finger you, just spreads the wetness from your entrance around between your legs, working your clit.

“Such a wet pussy for me.… wider, now”.

For better access, he tears off your remaining jeans and underwear, then, without warning, thrusts not one but two fingers deep into you. A loud squelching sound fills the room. In and out, in and out, in a way you’ve never felt before.

“There…niiiice and wet for your daddy.”

He keeps a steady pace, working you open beneath him. You throw your head back and try to relax and spread your legs as he stuffs your pussy repeatedly with his fingers. The sound is humiliating.

Stretched out naked on the sofa, he’s started fingering you so forcefully that you can feel your tits jiggle. He’s deliberately pressing against your G spot, or at least what you think is your G spot, quickly and ruthlessly. Despite how manhandled you feel, you’re still getting wetter. It’s getting on the sofa. You’re trying to keep your whimpers from disturbing Luke. Finally, he pulls out his fingers, and makes you taste your own wetness.

“Taste that. Your pussy loves being ruined by an older man like me. My cock needs to go in there now, sweetheart“

As he talks, he slowly pats his fat cock head against your spread and swollen lips.

As his oozing precum mixes with your own wetness, you realise with a jolt that the situation - as absurd as it is - calls for one of the condoms in your bag upstairs.

On instinct, you wriggle away but he clutches your hips and pulls you squarely back onto the sofa. Your soaking, pummeled-open pussy lands straight onto the swollen tip of his cock, which immediately forces your lips open.

“Fuck yes, that’s it. Relax, baby. Daddy’s got you. Be quiet, now, or we’ll get caught. Can you do that for me?”

Half-impaled and dripping wet, you look up at him, with eyes wide, and nod silently. This is so wrong.

Shifting his weight on the sofa, he grabs your thighs and finds the best angle to force the rest of his cock inside.

Finally, he thrusts his hips and fills you completely. He lets out a grunt as your pussy takes every inch completely raw. Every time his dick throbs, you feel a little more stretched open. His wiry pubic hair feels rough against your smooth skin. He stays inside, constantly throbbing and twitching, pressing his balls against your ass, clearly trying not to cum.

“There. That’s it! Good girl.”

You try to keep still, holding your legs wide apart for him. The twitching slows and he starts to shift his weight again. Somehow, he pushes even deeper into you, and you feel a deep ache as his swollen cock head massages your cervix - it makes you wince.

You manage to let out - in fewer words - that you’re not taking birth control.

He pushes harder against your cervix, the pressure building against it from his cock. He has to raise his tone slightly over the noises you make.

“Does that mean Luke could have a half brother?”

You can’t tell if he’s joking, you’re too blissed-out from the stuffing he’s giving you to care. He thrusts again. Harder. Probably not. He clearly doesn’t care, the way he’s pistoning in and out of you, and pinning you down to take it.

The pace starts to quicken, he takes an even more hushed tone than before, leaning towards your ear, speaking quickly as the feeling of your hot, soft, soaked, hole sends him into overdrive.

“You’re such a beautiful thing - ugh, good girl - my son isn’t gay - if he doesn’t want to fuck you properly - that’s it - I’m going to have to.”

His cock is splitting you in two over and over again, but you’re stretched out perfectly to accommodate it.

You feel his balls press hard against your skin.

He gropes your breasts.

You actually want this.

As your pussy tightens around his cock, he groans softly again on top of you, through clenched teeth:

“Beg me for my cum.”

And you do. You let out a string of pleas, despite yourself. Right into Luke’s father’s ear, you tell him how he’d made you ache for it. How you’re desperate to take it after so long.

It tips the older man over the edge. He moans, loudly this time. Rope after hot rope spills out into you, spreading an indescribable warmth that soaks your cervix and coats your walls. You climax, too, for the first time from penetration: your pussy flutters tight around him, milking every drop into you in a way you have never felt before.

After a moment of breathy stillness, he heaves himself off you, pulls on his trousers, then collects the whiskey glasses -

“Well done. Now cover yourself up. See you in the morning.”

- and creaks up the stairway to his and his wife’s bed.

[bitchyobjecrivestuff]

You couldn’t stop.

(Your boyfriend’s dad gets you pregnant over several encounters. TW for cheating, misgen, cnc, eventual preg etc. I tag my shit so please check OP tags if unsure & proceed with caution.)

Nowadays, when your boyfriend texts you to say his dad’s not home, you’re already know. Before his message even comes through, you’re often on all fours, and his dad is usually on your mattress, clutching your hips, and pumping cum into you, as deep as it can go - your discreetly growing stomach brushing the sheets. The text notification isn’t even audible over your squeals.

You’ve been with your boyfriend for four months, but recently, you’ve been filled by his dad at least once a week. Of course, at the start, every time it happened you felt eaten alive by shame. You knew you had to draw a line under it, but giving in was addictive.

How did it start?

You ask yourself this question often. The truth is, it was all set in motion the very first night you stayed over. Your boyfriend still lives at his parents’ house whilst he saves for his own flat, so he invited you over one night, timidly fucked you with a condom after dinner (whilst respecting all the boundaries you laid down around your tolerance for dysphoria) and then fell asleep next to you. You were still awake when his father arrived home late. You were filling a glass with water in the kitchen as he shut the front door behind him. A spontaneous nightcap in the lounge over introductions somehow turned into him asking for a blowjob, which then turned into you, legs spread wide on the sofa, getting your pussy pummelled.

Oops.

But the most shameful and confusing thing about it was that he kept calling you a girl as he pounded you - and worse, you very quickly stopped feeling the need to correct him. In the week that followed that initial incident, you had to stave off anxiety attacks from the guilt.

What now? Being misgendered by him felt weirdly amazing - and that scares you. And sleeping with your partner’s dad, more than twice your age? The fucked-upness of it. But life just seemed to go on even though it happened. So it didn’t take long for it to happen again:

Your flatmate spent the next weekend away and it was soon your turn to host your new boyfriend.

You had already decided against telling him. Let things be normal. Let life go on. And yet, when he was shyly pushing into you with an ill-fitting condom, carefully avoiding touching your chest like you’d always asked, even lovingly affirming your gender - you couldn’t focus. The image of his dad was fixed in your mind. His full balls ready to burst. His rough hands all over your exposed tits, and the way he forced himself on top of you. As your boyfriend fucked you, all you could think of was how the more experienced man made you beg: drooling precum and rock hard for your young unprotected pussy.

Nonetheless, all those thoughts must’ve made you tighten because your boyfriend ejaculated into the condom with a whine and a shake before you could finish your recollection. You told him it was fine to head home for the evening. Early start. The guilt came creeping back.

As you kiss him goodnight and close the front door after him, your phone buzzes, as if on cue.

You receive a text from a number you don’t recognise.

The sole content is a flash photograph of a dick you can’t mistake.

That girth, swollen, erect but hanging - it looks so heavy, and practically bursting from the flies of a pair of familiar grey chinos. The photo shows a bright, beaded strand of precum caught in the camera flash.

Was this taken just now? He knows where his son has been, so he knows you‘re probably horny and under-fucked.

You can’t reply, even though you’re much more turned on than you were when your boyfriend was here. You force yourself to ignore the message.

But you need to touch yourself first. You clutch your phone, staring at the photo message, and rub your clit frantically. You cum hard, to the memory of the glistening cock head in the picture massaging your cervix, and spilling his cum against it.

It’s interesting how guilt comes and goes, isn’t it?

You’re invited to dinner with his family the next week.

You can hold a conversation pretty well but you can’t hold his father’s gaze, not after how many times you ended up touching yourself to his text. When he earnestly excuses himself from the dinner table to take a work call, you feel relieved. You polish off your dessert without him returning. After more than a few glasses of wine with your boyfriend and his relatives, you pop to the upstairs bathroom.

The floorboards creak beyond the bathroom door just as you’re washing your hands. You turn off the tap to listen. Your stomach drops as the sound of your boyfriend’s dad’s stern voice becomes clear. He’s taken his work call on the landing.

You consider waiting in the bathroom for him to pace away, then realise how ridiculous that is. You could be gone a while. He’s on the phone. You’ll just head back downstairs and rejoin the chatter - obviously.

When you step out, he’s there in front of you, leaning against the wall on the landing, still on the phone, with his free hand pressed to his crotch.

Without so much as a glance in your direction, he continues his conversation whilst taking his bare cock out from his trousers. You watch, glued to the spot, as he carries on talking down the phone for his family downstairs to hear. He fondles his lengthening dick nonchalantly. His tone is adamant.

“…Yes I know but that’s just how we are going to have to do it.”

He unzips a little further and pulls out his balls, too, stroking his appendage and cradling them, allowing himself to completely stiffen in front of you. Your legs feel weak.

“…It is hard,” his eyes are on you now, as he talks, “it’s very, very hard. We’re going to have to get it done together.”

Before you can decide what to do, he beckons you forwards and you can’t fight the urge to comply. Your heart is racing. Just as you get near enough, he reaches out and grips your shoulder, pushing you down onto your knees.

“…sure. Well we should have a look at those figures from March…”

He continues talking as he grabs the back of your head and smothers your face squarely into his crotch. The hot velvet skin and the unbelievable hardness against your cheeks and brow turns all thoughts to static. Your heart is still racing. You’re so fucking horny. You open your mouth wide and roll his full balls against your tongue, taking them in as much as you can. How many times have you thought about doing this?

He’s agreeing with his colleague about something as you become more and more intoxicated by it, his only audible reactions are the stifled sighs and hums that he somehow manages to work into his conversation.

You’ve just moved your lips to the warm, smooth, leaking tip of his penis when another voice makes your stomach lurch. It’s one of your boyfriend’s relatives calling chirpily upstairs from the hallway:

“Are you still on the phone? And Luke’s wondering where our lovely guest has gone!”

You jolt back instinctively but simultaneously, the firm hand on the back of your head pulls you deep onto his bare cock and holds you there. You drool uncontrollably as he forces himself down your throat.

“Hello?”

You can’t breathe, but you can’t move or gasp or moan either. All you can do is drool silently down your chin and dribble onto the carpet as the dick you’ve been obsessing over stuffs your mouth quiet.

You’re seeing stars, clawing at his trousers. You feel his cock throb, forcing you to accommodate. He sighs contentedly, apologises to the phone and replies:

“Yes, just finishing up. And you can tell Luke I saw her go into his room. How much wine did you give her? I’m sure she’ll be down soon.”

It’s still throbbing. You’re trying so hard not to audibly choke. You hear a giggle and the footsteps downstairs pace away without correcting the older man on your behalf. You strain to look up at him through your tears and he’s smiling down at you, knowing exactly what he said. He holds you there, gazing down for a moment longer, past his ample gut, while he finishes his call.

“…yes, thanks. I’d better leave you to your Sunday, too. No bother. Let’s pick this up again when I’m back in the office.”

He finally ends the call and releases your head. You let out a string of weak gasping coughs, praying that none of the rest of the household is in earshot. He purrs down at you, quietly, playfully patting you on the cheek with his solid cock:

“That was close, wasn’t it? But if you didn’t want to choke like that you shouldn’t have made me this hard.”

With the absence of your wet little throat, the older man instinctively starts to jerk off right in front of your face.

Without instruction, you open your mouth expectantly, ready to swallow however much cum he’s about to give you.

“Oh sweetheart. Haven’t you already had dessert tonight? You are a greedy thing.”

Suddenly, with a grunt, he takes a fistful of your top and drags you against the wall, pinning you there and stretching the fabric.

You try not to trip up as the carpet burns your knees.

Without so much as a thought to why you might be wearing it, he pulls the base of the binder, which you’re wearing under your top, up and over your nipples. They’re already poking out hard.

Being so tight, it requires two hands and some force on his part; his stiff penis bounces wildly with the movement, still coated in your drool. After some tugging, it doesn’t take him long to fully expose your chest.

It really hurts, pinching under your arms, and you can feel your soft, round tits finally bursting forward for him.

“There’s my girl.”

Your t shirt, stretched, sits neatly on top of your bulging, exposed breasts. You cower against the wall as he rubs his engorged cock furiously over them. He grabs your head again with his free hand and makes you see yourself.

“Good girl. Good girl, sweetheart. You’ve missed daddy’s nice big dick, haven’t you? I can read you like a fucking book.“

You nod, it feels so good to finally admit it. Every night you touched yourself to that text message, and how disgustingly obvious it was that you were waiting for it to come to this. This man makes you love your breasts.

He gives himself a couple more strokes, then, with a stifled grunt, he finally drains his heavy balls over all you.

With wide eyes, you’re made to watch his hot semen land on your forcibly protruding tits. His wet warmth splashes your skin.

The older man’s body is heaving over you as you watch his balls tighten and his dick throb to pump out rope after rope after rope. Your pussy aches in desperation. As he finishes, he’s still clutching your hair. Breathing heavily, he doesn’t let you go.

“Stay there.”

Whilst his cum is still warm, he moves his hand from his crotch and drags his fingertips across your breasts around each of your nipples; tracing all over your tender exposed skin. You stifle a whimper, goosebumps raising.

You feel your stomach drop as slowly, he reaches into your waistband and slides two completely cum-covered fingers straight into your needy hole. His movement is surprisingly gentle, constant, and he stops as soon as you feel the pads of his fingers press at your cervix. In a hushed tone, he leans closer to you, still pressing his fingers, and growls your final instruction:

“Now cum for me.”

Momentarily, under your boxers, he grazes his thumb across your aching clit, and then back again. As you start to whimper at the precipice of orgasm, he does it again. With his thick, cum-soaked fingers wedged sloppily and deep inside your pussy, it tips you over the edge. Suddenly, you feel him push his fingers forward as your insides flutter, dragging the warm semen from them. He actively tries to smear cum against your cervix as you lie there gasping.

“There. There, baby. Just like that. Right there.”

You’re shuddering as pleasure wracks your body, your breasts still exposed.

“You really are daddy’s good girl, aren’t you?”

It feels so strange, the sensation there - insemination by fingering - but you’re too blissed out to care. As slowly as he inserted them, he pulls his hand from between your legs.

“Well done.”

He yanks your binder back down carelessly and painfully, and the cum left on your skin is trapped underneath and seeping through the mesh.

He tucks his cock back into his trousers. You zone out for a minute on the floor of the landing whilst you listen to him rejoin his family, and apologise for the length of his call.

By some miracle, you didn’t get caught in the state he left you in.

You picked yourself up from the carpet, went back into the bathroom, tidied your hair, fixed your binder, nearly endured a panic attack, and were the first of the guests to call a taxi home.

Your boyfriend was concerned about you, but you told him you drank too much wine and just needed sleep. Hugging him tightly before you left felt like such a charade. The parting pat on the back and the “sleep well” from his dad even more so.

In the back of the Uber, you still feel the cum smeared against your skin. You take a long, hot, shower at home, knowing it’s still coating your walls.

As though that night was some kind of initiation, similar occurrences have taken place every time you’ve visited your boyfriend’s home.

That being said, it’s never been as brazen:

Shortly after the dinner, coursework deadlines began to loom, leaving less time for your relationship. In the days where you were able to stop by your boyfriend’s house, you came to expect more groping, a quick fingering under your waistband, or - simply - demands that you give his dad a hug just so that he can press his erection against you.

Despite the less frequent visits, you continue to receive a torrent of dick pics from his unsaved number - and you still cum hard every night to the thought of his cock finally stuffing you full.

In honesty, Luke’s a bit of a pain. It crosses your mind that perhaps you’re only still in your new relationship because of what’s happening. When it does, you try to ignore the possibility.

You can’t ignore how it’s now impacting your life, though. You’re making choices with your clothes based on things you’ve never considered before. Maybe your ass looks better in gym shorts - or even leggings? You haven’t worn leggings in years. You’re caring less about what you eat, you honestly don’t mind the perpetual softness of being pre-everything so much now. Eating what you want feels good. And, let’s say, some of the ardour you once had for your studies has gone elsewhere.

Time passes.

It’s a bank holiday Monday and Luke, your boyfriend, has torn you away from your scheduled study to spend time at the family barbecue. He pleaded with you on the phone: He’s hardly seen you in the past couple of weeks, and when he has, you just don’t seem as into it. It’s gotta be the stress. He wants you to allow yourself a day off, enjoy the sunshine, drink some beer, hang out, have a home-cooked meal.

So here you are, sitting in his parents’ garden surrounded by their friends and chatting about work. Your boyfriend’s dad is allegedly in the home office, you haven’t seen him yet, which is annoying to you, because you wore the smallest denim shorts you own just to see how he’d react. On top of your binder, all you wear is a baggy sports vest.

Your boyfriend is halfway across the lawn with a plate for you when his dad makes an appearance at the entrance to the garden. He glances at you, but barely acknowledges the mass of friends and family present. He calls over to him.

“Luke, my computer still can’t get onto the WiFi.”

“Can it wait, dad? I’ll look at it again tomorrow. It’s fucked right now, you know there’s nothing you can do without an engineer”

His father apologises to the party in earshot and insists it needs sorting before tomorrow. He can’t join the party until it’s fixed. After some familial back-and-fourth, he asks you if you would try.

You’re wet.

“Dad, come on,” Luke pleads, “it’s a bank holiday-”

Before the dispute turns into animosity, you stand and say you’ll have a quick look. You tell your boyfriend you’ll be out to eat in a sec. It’s probably beyond your capabilities.

As you hop across the patio, you catch your boyfriend’s glare. You’re certain it was for his dad, but you can’t be sure.

The minute you reach the home office, the older man slams the door shut. There are no pleasantries this time. He’s ravenous. You clock the tissues by the desk. Has he..?

“Right. I’m sick to death of this fucking thing.”

Before you can let out more than a squeal, you’re against his solid wood desk. He snatches the scissors from a pen pot and cuts into your binder, pushing your baggy vest to one side. Your soft tits flop out. He snips the shoulders, severs the front, and pulls it right off you.

“That’s better.”

As he talks, he unzips his flies and pulls out his cock. Without waiting for a response, he yanks your denim shorts and underwear down your ankles, and immediately forces his cock into you for the first time since that first time. You gasp loudly and clutch something - anything - as he shushes you. Rocking his hips.

You’re stretched open on the desk. Soaking. He’s grunting as he stuffs you. Pushing deeper. Leaking precum into the deepest parts of you. Using you. He’s got one hand on your breasts, pinching your nipples and squeezing their heft. He’s muttering but you can’t make it out.

You’re interrupted by the sound of your boyfriend entering the downstairs hallway. Even more quickly than he pressed himself into you, his father immediately pulls out and exits the room, taking the tattered binder with him. You have seconds to pull your shorts back up and look as though you’ve been fiddling with the modem. Your pussy hurts. The door to the study creaks open gently.

“I’m sorry about dad.”

You tell your boyfriend it’s fine, doing your best to hide your arousal. You assure him you’ll be back out in the sunshine in a couple of minutes.

But he doesn’t leave, he wants to spend time with you.

“Want a h-?”

He stumbles over his words when he sees your nipples protruding through your vest. It’s the first time he’s seen your chest at all, almost always bound, or under a t shirt when in bed. Not for him to touch.

You realise this and turn pink. An outpouring of plausible excuses follow. You tell him it’s hard to bind on a hot day. You tell him you took the opportunity to give yourself a break from it. He doesn’t reply, cogs turning, clearly figuring out what the most respectful thing to say could be.

You fill the silence with a real confession. You want to try not binding for a bit.

Luke, always so feeble and tender, asks, “can I touch…them?”

You turn and slowly lift your tank. Your boyfriend bites his lip hard and stares, reaching his hands out. He asks you if it feels good. He’s so gentle.

Desperate to keep up a facade, you shrug nonchalantly. As he runs his hands down to your waist, it dawns on you that if he his hands wander any lower, he’ll discover the soaked mess his father made of you just minutes ago.

You pull back. Your hands stilling his own. You don’t need to say any more.

“Okay, okay yeah. Let’s go back outside,” he sighs, passing his gaze across your flesh (just like his dad did when you first met), “but you should borrow something less exposing.”

You don’t stay long. Even so, once you’re home, it’s late. Your phone buzzes. The unsaved number, but no photo this time - just a text message:

I’m on my way.

Clearly, the tantalising ten or so seconds of sex that afternoon was enough to coax him across town. You can’t believe it’s come to this. What are you doing. What are you doing. What are you doing?

He knocks quietly, and, silently, you pace down the hallway to your room, past your flatmates closed doors.

It feels so out of place having a man this much older than you in your bedroom.

But you’re so, so, wet.

He throws off his coat and you see that already, his erection is tenting. He grins as your expression changes at the sight of it protruding from beneath his straining shirt buttons.

“So. You want that?”

The fabric of his trousers is struggling to contain it and he leans back to show it off, just like that first time on the sofa. You quietly agree.

“Yeah, I thought so. Don’t worry, that’s what daddy’s come all this way for. We’re going to make the most of not having to be interrupted any more. Now, take everything you’re wearing off.”

You obey, trembling, eventually stark naked in front of the fully clothed man.

“On your bed. Legs apart.”

You comply.

“Now there’s my good girl.”

You mutter something noncommittal about not being a girl. You don’t even mean it any more. He runs his rough hands down your parted thighs, making you forget the habit.

“You’re going to be my special girl. I’m going to do something very special for you. Christ, look at you. Look at this-“

Then, his mouth is between your legs. Hungrily, he’s pressing his flat, hot, tongue against your labia and rubbing his mouth over your clit repeatedly. You’re already so close, the sensation of an experienced older man devouring you like this is so intense, so new. He pulls away to coo at you, holding your legs apart.

“Daddy’s wanted to make out with your little pussy ever since we got to know eachother. You’ve needed this for a long time.”

He circles his hot, firm tongue just around your opening, occasionally leaving short sloppy kisses, there at the entrance, your labia, and on your clit and inner thighs.

“That feel good? How about this?”

He tilts his head slightly, his grip on your legs strengthening. You feel his tongue dart deep into your pussy, over and over again. Your cheeks flush red as it dawns on you that he’s fucking you with his tongue.

“Such a beautiful pussy. Focus on daddy’s mouth.”

You can’t hold back your high-pitched moans any longer. You don’t care about your flatmates, only the pleasure shooting through your body from your pink little hole, which is starting to quiver against his rapidly moving tongue.

You never let his son do this. You’ve never really let anyone do this. Combined with the sensation of having your breasts exposed, too, you realise how much you enjoy this new experience of womanhood.

It seems to go on forever. He lets go of one leg, and you hear the jingle of an undone belt as he unzips his trousers with one hand. Beneath the wet messy noise of your soaked pussy against his mouth and tongue, you hear him pleasuring himself with quick strokes.

Keeping you pressed into the mattress with one hand, he finally stands, his enormous penis bursting from his trousers.

“Here it is baby”

He wipes his mouth on your sheets and moves up the mattress, kneeling over you like he did on the landing. He rubs the full length across your face, including his balls. You can feel the veins in his dick throbbing and the weight of his balls as they cover your features.

He slaps himself against your cheek, punctuating his sentences;

“You’re a slut. Admit it. But Daddy’s going to make you a pretty girl. You’re going to be mine for good.”

You try to question him, weakly, maybe even to correct him again, but before you can get a single word out he stuffs his cock between your lips, stretching your mouth once more around his girth.

“What was that, baby?”

He begins to thrust into your throat.

“You’re going to be daddy’s slut from now on?”

He bucks harder, using his other hand to pull you onto his dick and force fuck your face as you lie there. You gag and gargle but he doesn’t stop.

“Theeeere we go. It feels nice to be daddy’s girl.”

The hand that was pinning you down has moved between your still-parted thighs. He slides in and fingers you, preparing you. You’re already so soft and wet from all the kisses he left there.

The sound of squelching becomes more rapid, along with the sound of the fucking he’s giving your throat.

You feel used at both ends, he presses your face into his crotch. Every time you manage to breathe, your nostrils fill with the scent of his clothes and sweaty skin.

Rhythmically now, he’s forcing his cock into your mouth and pulling back. You’re amazed at how much your throat has relaxed to take it. Practise. You can taste his slimy precum oozing all over your tongue when the tip drags back against it. When he pushes it in, his protruding stomach presses against your face, and your breasts bounce too. You hold them, touching yourself there. Everything matches a rhythm.

“That’s my girl. daddy’s girl.”

After what feels like an eternity, he finally pulls away, pulling multiple strands of precum-mixed-with-saliva from your lips across your clean sheets.

You lie still, legs spread. Without another word, just the creaking mattress, he mounts you.

First, you feel the smooth, hot, swollen tip parting your labia.

Then, as he eases forward, the feeling widens. It doesn’t stop. In fact, it deepens. He’s making you feel every inch. You turn and bite the sheets.

“We know you can take it. Come on, sweetheart. Let daddy in.”

You’re so unbelievably full when his hanging ballsack eventually presses against your ass. He sighs, looking down at you.

“Theeere we go.”

The initial sensation is almost unbearable as he begins to thrust but you’ve been so well-fingered and eaten out that stretching to accommodate him isn’t a problem.

“Well done.”

His whole body looms over your soft frame, still in his buttoned shirt, as your pussy repeatedly takes the full length he’s determined to give you. He grabs your waist and rolls onto his back, kicking his trousers off, pulling you with him.

“Bounce for me.”

Obediently, you force yourself down onto his fat cock, even deeper than before with the help of gravity. You’re so wet it’s dripping down you both, and hungrily, you try to stuff yourself with more. You need it. His hands squeeze your breasts, his thumbs circling your nipples as you desperately ride him.

“We’re going to make these bigger.”

You no longer care. In fact, you don’t plan to wear a binder again. Before you can even acknowledge what the older man meant, he grabs your hips and pulls you down hard. You let out a shriek.

“Shhh, that’s my girl.”

Rapidly, he bucks upwards. Your eyes roll back, all thoughts of this relationship being even vaguely problematic are gone in that instant. You’ve never felt so well stuffed in your life. You’re still grinding onto him, trying and faltering to match his pace.

Once it’s apparent you’re too blissed out and desperate to keep yourself upright, he wrestles you back onto your back, this time, into a mating press. There’s a cushion placed squarely under your hips.

He bursts a shirt button as he repositions himself and commences the piston-like motion in and out of you. In and out. Trapped under his sheer heft. His stubble is rough against your cheek as he growls into your ear, breathily, his movements unrelenting.

“This is how you get pregnant.”

His words hardly register as your eyes roll back and your pussy squelches beneath him. The pressure on your cervix adds to the bliss. When they do, though, you try to move.

“Shhh, darling, let it happen,” and, lowering his voice even more, “We’ll know who to blame. Relax. You need this.”

His teeth meet your earlobe and his thrusting picks up speed again. You whimper as your eager juices coat his cock, your mind turning blank. All that matters now is the thick cock stretching you, over and again. As you whine and squeal louder, he shushes you, coaxing you nearer to orgasm.

“Good girl. My girl.”

You cum hard, trapped beneath him, your pussy tightening rhythmically and uncontrollably.

“Yes sweetheart! That’s it. Fuck, I’m going to-“

Soon enough, the sensation is met with a series of hard throbs, and the sudden flush of warmth from the older man’s cum, unloaded deep against your battered cervix. He groans into your ear as his balls raise, pumping out thick rope after thick rope, directly where he knows it needs to go.

When it’s over, there’s a quiet moment before he heaves himself off you. He takes his time putting his trousers back on, and his shoes, straightening his shirt and tucking it in again. He tells you to stay on your pillow as he gets dressed.

“I’m proud of you, sweetheart. Get some rest.”

And with that, he grabs his coat from the hook, and lets himself out.

Your finals come around, and, like always, simply carried on with life. Luke had visited a couple of times, fucked you badly with a condom, like always, but never ventured to ask to touch your chest again. He was leaving you to figure how you felt out.

You asked him to tell his family that you were studying hard, and would see them after the exam season was over.

Each morning, you feel sick. Anxiety. You haven’t been studying like you used to, and it’s fair to say you’ve had a lot of identity issues weighing on your mind. You decide to wait until after graduation to explore the possibility of taking HRT.

You don’t hear from your boyfriend’s dad, either. Apart from when his son tells you, one night outside the library, that he says “good luck”.

That next morning, you slip on your little denim shorts. The ones you wore to the barbecue. They no longer fit. You’ve been stress-eating, absolutely, but the fit seems tolerable at your thighs - unlike at your stomach, where you can’t even get the button to meet the fabric.

You look at yourself in the mirror, and really look, for the first time in a couple of weeks. Your hand meets your stomach. There’s a roundness to it, now.

You leap to your bedside drawer and pull out a test kit.

Within ten minutes, it’s perfectly clear. You’ve been bred by your boyfriend’s father.

(sequel to this.)

[bitchyobjecrivestuff]

us when?

[bitchyobjecrivestuff]

Everyday after daddy picks you up from school you play the "special tickle" game where he sits you on his lap while you watch cartoons and you rub your private parts against the big lump in daddy's pants. You like how the lump gets bigger and harder the more you rub. It's like it's alive the way it throbs beneath you! It also makes your privates feel soooo good. Daddy likes it too. You can tell from the way his breath gets heavy and the weird sounds he makes into your ear. He'll grip your hips tight and thrust the lump against your kiddo parts really fast until you both get your special tickle. It's the bestest feeling ever! Your whole body shivers and twitches with daddy while you both make the weird noises. When you're done playing, you have to clean up (the game makes your undies really wet and sticky) and then start your homework before mommy gets home. It's yours and daddy's special secret and your favorite part of the day. Today as you rubbed and rubbed Daddy's lump he stopped you right as you were about to get your special tickle and turned you around to face him. He unzipped his pants and took out the lump which was actually his pee pee! He called it a cock and it was big and red and twitchy and leaking stuff from the tip. Daddy said he was gonna show you another way to play the game. He was gonna put his cock inside you and it would feel so good that you'd get a special tickle! You were nervous and didn't really understand but trusted your daddy. He slid your wet panties to the side and lifted you up, then slowly started lowering you onto his cock. It was so big and it hurt! There's no way daddy could get his thingy inside you! It felt like you were being ripped open! You whined and tried to get him to stop but daddy held you and told you to be a big kid for him and that he promised it would feel better. He started moving you slowly up and down his hard cock which made you sink lower and lower onto his lap. The more he guided you up and down, the better it started to feel and soon you were sitting all the way on his lap with his cock buried deep inside you. You felt so full and daddy seemed happy too. He peeled off the top of your uniform and started running his hands all over your soft skin before lowering his head to your chest and sucking a nipple into his mouth. Daddy was making you feel so good. You moaned and started rocking against his lap.

"that's it kiddo, ride daddy's cock. You know you want it." He breathed against your skin.

He started gently thrusting up into you and you could feel his cock throb inside. It felt like he was in your tummy.

"you feel so good around me, baby. You like my adult cock splitting you open don't you? Ugh I can feel you clenching around me. This game is called "fucking" and all dad's play it with their kiddos."

You start rocking faster at the naughty words Daddy was saying.

"you don't know how long I've waited for this. I'll be fucking your tight little hole everyday from now on, kiddo. You'll be my personal fleshlight."

You didn't totally understand what was happening but it felt so good and you didn't want to stop. It's like your body was on autopilot and knew what to do. So you let it. You let out a high-pitched moan and gripped daddy's shirt. "Don't stop- don't stop fucking me daddy! I- I like it! Wan my special tickle!"

Daddy groaned and gripped your hips. He started thrusting hard into you while slamming your little hips down on his cock. You were whining and trembling. Your body unprepared for this onslaught of pleasure. Daddy leaned forward and smashed his lips against yours, kissing you like he kisses mommy. He licked and sucked your soft tongue before turning his attention back to your chest and ravaging your hard nipples. You were in ecstasy and could feel something brewing just below your tummy. It felt much bigger than your normal special tickles and you chased after it with wild abandon.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! something's happening, daddy! I think imma peeee!" You don't wanna have an accident on daddy's lap but you can't stop yourself from bouncing on his cock. "OH daddy! So goooood!"

"don't worry baby, daddy's got you. Just let it happen. Cum on daddy's cock, kiddo. Fuck! I wanna feel you cum."

You and daddy were grunting and mashing your bodies together desperately. His hands touched you all over and you begged him not to stop. Suddenly, your body tensed up and you were hit with the biggest special tickle you've ever felt. You cried out as your legs jerked and your hips spasmed sloppily, sucking his cock as deep into your womb as possibly and milking it for cum. Your body was warm and tingly all over and you felt overwhelmed with how much you loved your daddy for making you feel so good. He was the best daddy in the world for teaching you how to fuck. But all you could manage to get out as your tiny body shook against him was "I love you daddy! I love you daddy! I love you daddy!"

Daddy kept thrusting hard and deep, pulling you tight against his chest as you came undone. Kissing your face all over as you screamed out your love for him. You were milking his cock so perfectly, each ripple and spasm like a delicious kiss. He couldn't hold back even if he wanted to and erupted inside you with a roar. His own wife had never given him an orgasm this strong.

"Fuuuuck! That's it, kiddo! Cum with daddy! Ohhh daddy loves you so much baby! Take it! Take my cum, every lost drop!"

You and daddy humped against each other like animals, your bodies fully taking over as it did what was most natural. You felt daddy's cock pulse rhythmically inside you and felt something warm filling you up. You didn't know if daddy had an accident inside your privates but still, you couldn't stop yourself from grinding down while you clenched around his cock. Finally, you and daddy stopped shivering together. You both sat slumped and exhausted, panting and still twitching occasionally. You had no idea that special tickles could feel like THAT!

"that felt so good, daddy! Can we play again, pleaseeee" you give him your best puppy dog eyes but daddy just chuckles.

"sorry, little one but daddy has to rest a bit before we can play again. But how about this? If you can stay awake like a big kid then after mommy falls asleep tonight, I'll come to your room and fuck you again, sweetie. Deal?"

"Deal! You're the best daddy ever!"

Sorry this is super long. I started writing and it took on a mind of it's own lol.

holy fking moly anon what did i do to deserve this . u got me actually moaning out loud hjnjmgbgjmmjnghbff i want special tickles nowww 🥺 im a big boy i bet i could take it all the way inside me :3 yay yay yay yay yay

[bitchyobjecrivestuff]

Everyday after daddy picks you up from school you play the "special tickle" game where he sits you on his lap while you watch cartoons and you rub your private parts against the big lump in daddy's pants. You like how the lump gets bigger and harder the more you rub. It's like it's alive the way it throbs beneath you! It also makes your privates feel soooo good. Daddy likes it too. You can tell from the way his breath gets heavy and the weird sounds he makes into your ear. He'll grip your hips tight and thrust the lump against your kiddo parts really fast until you both get your special tickle. It's the bestest feeling ever! Your whole body shivers and twitches with daddy while you both make the weird noises. When you're done playing, you have to clean up (the game makes your undies really wet and sticky) and then start your homework before mommy gets home. It's yours and daddy's special secret and your favorite part of the day. Today as you rubbed and rubbed Daddy's lump he stopped you right as you were about to get your special tickle and turned you around to face him. He unzipped his pants and took out the lump which was actually his pee pee! He called it a cock and it was big and red and twitchy and leaking stuff from the tip. Daddy said he was gonna show you another way to play the game. He was gonna put his cock inside you and it would feel so good that you'd get a special tickle! You were nervous and didn't really understand but trusted your daddy. He slid your wet panties to the side and lifted you up, then slowly started lowering you onto his cock. It was so big and it hurt! There's no way daddy could get his thingy inside you! It felt like you were being ripped open! You whined and tried to get him to stop but daddy held you and told you to be a big kid for him and that he promised it would feel better. He started moving you slowly up and down his hard cock which made you sink lower and lower onto his lap. The more he guided you up and down, the better it started to feel and soon you were sitting all the way on his lap with his cock buried deep inside you. You felt so full and daddy seemed happy too. He peeled off the top of your uniform and started running his hands all over your soft skin before lowering his head to your chest and sucking a nipple into his mouth. Daddy was making you feel so good. You moaned and started rocking against his lap.

"that's it kiddo, ride daddy's cock. You know you want it." He breathed against your skin.

He started gently thrusting up into you and you could feel his cock throb inside. It felt like he was in your tummy.

"you feel so good around me, baby. You like my adult cock splitting you open don't you? Ugh I can feel you clenching around me. This game is called "fucking" and all dad's play it with their kiddos."

You start rocking faster at the naughty words Daddy was saying.

"you don't know how long I've waited for this. I'll be fucking your tight little hole everyday from now on, kiddo. You'll be my personal fleshlight."

You didn't totally understand what was happening but it felt so good and you didn't want to stop. It's like your body was on autopilot and knew what to do. So you let it. You let out a high-pitched moan and gripped daddy's shirt. "Don't stop- don't stop fucking me daddy! I- I like it! Wan my special tickle!"

Daddy groaned and gripped your hips. He started thrusting hard into you while slamming your little hips down on his cock. You were whining and trembling. Your body unprepared for this onslaught of pleasure. Daddy leaned forward and smashed his lips against yours, kissing you like he kisses mommy. He licked and sucked your soft tongue before turning his attention back to your chest and ravaging your hard nipples. You were in ecstasy and could feel something brewing just below your tummy. It felt much bigger than your normal special tickles and you chased after it with wild abandon.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! something's happening, daddy! I think imma peeee!" You don't wanna have an accident on daddy's lap but you can't stop yourself from bouncing on his cock. "OH daddy! So goooood!"

"don't worry baby, daddy's got you. Just let it happen. Cum on daddy's cock, kiddo. Fuck! I wanna feel you cum."

You and daddy were grunting and mashing your bodies together desperately. His hands touched you all over and you begged him not to stop. Suddenly, your body tensed up and you were hit with the biggest special tickle you've ever felt. You cried out as your legs jerked and your hips spasmed sloppily, sucking his cock as deep into your womb as possibly and milking it for cum. Your body was warm and tingly all over and you felt overwhelmed with how much you loved your daddy for making you feel so good. He was the best daddy in the world for teaching you how to fuck. But all you could manage to get out as your tiny body shook against him was "I love you daddy! I love you daddy! I love you daddy!"

Daddy kept thrusting hard and deep, pulling you tight against his chest as you came undone. Kissing your face all over as you screamed out your love for him. You were milking his cock so perfectly, each ripple and spasm like a delicious kiss. He couldn't hold back even if he wanted to and erupted inside you with a roar. His own wife had never given him an orgasm this strong.

"Fuuuuck! That's it, kiddo! Cum with daddy! Ohhh daddy loves you so much baby! Take it! Take my cum, every lost drop!"

You and daddy humped against each other like animals, your bodies fully taking over as it did what was most natural. You felt daddy's cock pulse rhythmically inside you and felt something warm filling you up. You didn't know if daddy had an accident inside your privates but still, you couldn't stop yourself from grinding down while you clenched around his cock. Finally, you and daddy stopped shivering together. You both sat slumped and exhausted, panting and still twitching occasionally. You had no idea that special tickles could feel like THAT!

"that felt so good, daddy! Can we play again, pleaseeee" you give him your best puppy dog eyes but daddy just chuckles.

"sorry, little one but daddy has to rest a bit before we can play again. But how about this? If you can stay awake like a big kid then after mommy falls asleep tonight, I'll come to your room and fuck you again, sweetie. Deal?"

"Deal! You're the best daddy ever!"

Sorry this is super long. I started writing and it took on a mind of it's own lol.

holy fking moly anon what did i do to deserve this . u got me actually moaning out loud hjnjmgbgjmmjnghbff i want special tickles nowww 🥺 im a big boy i bet i could take it all the way inside me :3 yay yay yay yay yay

[bitchyobjecrivestuff]

Of course daddy couldn’t leave his little baby girl all alone at home while he’s out drinking with his friends.

So he had to take her with him.

Making her sit on his lap the whole evening while he drank his beer, smoking some cigars with his loud, gross friends.

Daddy would keep his arm tightly wrapped around her middle, keeping her close against his chest and belly.

Making her drink some beers too, knowing damn well that she normally isn’t drinking. Of course she would get tipsy soon.

Daddy’s hand would wander down her body, gently laying on her thigh, just close enough for his thumb to brush over her clothed core with each stroke.

Of course she would squirm, squeezing her thighs together because it began to tingle down there.

Soon she was so out of it that Daddy was able to palm her sex through her shorts, lightly rubbing his hand over it.

She was a blushing mess, sighing with each stroke daddy’s hand made. She knows that his nasty friends were watching, but the alcohol - well, she won’t remember the next day anyway.

Daddy slowly began to undo her shorts when he was too drunk to protest, lifting her up just slightly so he can slip her shorts down her legs, leaving her in just her beautiful lace panties.

Daddy’s friends were all leaned back in their seats, enjoying how daddy was playing with her while they stroked themselves over their pants.

Slowly pulling her panties aside, revealing her slick, glistening pussy to his friends.

Daddy groaned when he slipped a finger inside, a second finger following soon, drawing some delicious moans out of her.

Daddy’s cock was throbbing painfully in his pants, twitching with each thrust his fingers made.

He gently lifted his little girl up, laying her down onto the table.

Freeing his cock and giving himself a few lazy strokes before he slid the bulbous head of his cock over her slick folds before slowly pushing inside her.

She would have protested. But no- all that came out of her mouth were those little, sweet moans.

His friends now shamelessly stoking their freed cocks, groaning and grunting while daddy was pounding into her tight little pussy.

Daddy rubbed her clit, causing her walls to tighten around him, forcing her to cum all around him.

“That’s right.. cum for daddy..” he grunted while he pounded into her with more force, chasing his own orgasm, which didn’t take long.

He filled her sweet little cunt with his seed, panting heavily.

Slowly he pulled out of her, making their mixed juices drip out of her sweet little pussy.

Daddy glanced at his friends with a twisted smirk on his face.

“Who’s next?” He chuckled darkly, sitting down and watching the show, palming himself lazily while his little girl got used by all of his friends.

[bitchyobjecrivestuff]

Taking it back to my roots and daydreaming about Dad sneaking into my pretty pink room after a night shift. Fucking me into the sheets, covering my mouth, and whispering about how I'm such a good little girl for him. My legs spread as I look at him with wide eyes as he fucks me. The bedframe hits the wall over and over while the bed squeaks.

Being forced to take his dad cock but not kicking or screaming. Just looking up at him with wide teary eyes while moaning and panting into his hand. He knows he's sick and what he is doing is wrong but he can't help himself. Fucks me hard and desperate when he knows he should be softer on his little girl. Cums all over my belly with a loud groan as I hiccup and let him.

He looks at me then at our mess, he is still hard. Sighs and sinks back into my sensitive cunt as tears now flow down my cheeks. Grinds into me making sure he hits deep and that he adds friction to my clit. This time he's nice and slow, he's already fucked up. Why not have his sweet time now? Takes his time slowly fucking me until he purposely cums deep inside me. Another problem he'd just have to deal with in the morning.

[bitchyobjecrivestuff]

Theres something about never hearing your dad swear until he's in your tight pussy 🤤

He's gently groomed gotten you used to physical touch with him. He's convinced himself that if you're enjoying it, there's nothing wrong with violating his little boy. So he makes sure you enjoy it, making you cum by rubbing you through your undies. It takes a lot of fortitude to not whip his cock out the first time he sees your blissed out post orgasm face. But that would be too scary for a little boy like you. He loves you, so he will take his time.

He even manages to control himself the first time you ask to make him feel good, the same way he makes you feel good.

"Daddy, what's that in your pants?"

"Well, sweetheart, you know how your parts get wet when you get excited? I have different boy parts that get hard when I get excited."

"Oh! Do you want me to touch you, daddy?"

He could have thrown you down and split you open right there. Instead, he let you touch him through his boxers. Guiding your hand and holding you close. When he came, he saw it in your eyes, desire.

He couldn't wait any longer. He had wanted to get you used to direct contact and fingering first but he had held himself back long enough.

"You wanna know the reason why your boy parts get wet and mine get hard, sport?"

"Mhmm!"

"They fit together, like a puzzle piece. My stiffness makes it easier to push in, and your wetness makes it slide in and out easy peasy! You wanna try it?"

You looked a bit intimidated.

"Are you sure that can go inside me daddy? it doesn't look like it'll fit."

He calmed your trepidation easily enough, and before long, he had you soaking wet, on all fours, ready for him. He told himself doggy style would make it less painful, but really he wanted to grope your perfect little ass while he fucked you. To see you bent over like a bitch in heat was almost too much for him. He lined himself up and pushed in. So tight and soft and wet. He couldn't help it.

"Fuuuuck" he tried to say it under his breath, but you still heard it.

"Daddy!" Usually, you might giggle at that, but you were too distracted by the pain. "ow ow ow! I don't think it's fitting, Daddy!"

"Sh sh sh shhhh." he had been so patient, he couldn't hold back anymore. He pushed your chest down, then forced your head into the soft pillows to quiet your whining. "quiet- fuck - quiet sweetheart, it'll stop stinging soon, daddy promises. god, fuck! It just hurts a bit the first time."

His change in demeanor was obvious even to you; your daddy was using you, and it hurt. But you couldn't fight him off, you're just a little boy. Eventually, he was lying on top of you, using his weight to hold you down as rutted his adult cock into you.

He was right in the end; it did stop hurting eventually. But your playtime got a lot rougher after that, your dad learned it was much easier to just hold you down :)

[bitchyobjecrivestuff]

You look up at Daddy with wide eyes, a plea on your lips. "B-but Daddy, shouldn't we use…"

His brow furrows disapprovingly. "Now kitten, you know the rules. No condoms allowed with Daddy." He grips your hips, fingers digging into soft skin as he pulls you closer.

A whimper escapes from your mouth at the thought. His potent cum flooding your womb. Marking you inside and out as his. You're starting to get lost in the fantasy of it all - until suddenly, he makes it a reality. With a quick snap of his hips he presses into you.

"That's it, take it all," Daddy rasps, starting to get into rhythm. Each thrust drives him deeper. He’s so, so deep. Your pussy clenches greedily, sucking him in, trying to milk his cock. The body wants what it wants.

There's no escape now, no barriers to shield you from the force of his possession. This is raw, primal fucking. The kind that leaves a mark. The kind that changes you forever.

Daddy's thighs slap lewdly against your ass as he takes you hard and fast. The wet squelch of his cock plowing through you as your wetness coats the sheets below. You're drowning in sensation, lost to the overwhelming intimacy of it all.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Daddy groans. "I'm gunna fill this sweet cunt to the brim. Breed you full of my babies."

He buries himself to the hilt and erupts. Each pulse of his cock accompanied by a warm jet of cum directly into your womb. It tips you over the edge. It’s really happening. You’re cumming as Daddy breeds you. Your pussy spasming around his cock as he fucks the cum deeper.

You feel so warm. You feel so full. Daddy’s cum filled in all the gaps, there’s nothing between you now.

[bitchyobjecrivestuff]

inspired by smth someone messaged me recently...

I don't sleep wearing many clothes. I like to feel sexy in what i wear to sleep though - which is why i have a range of silken little nighties that i alternate between. Each a different colour, but all the same components: two almost testingly thin straps, lace panel that fits snugly around my chest and holds my tits whilst the lower portion of my nightie is silk and flowy, ending just below my ass

the nightie sways and rides up my thighs as i waltz around my house in the little item of clothing, switching off lights and doing my last minute errands with such vigor that the silk jumps up and flashes the equally as revealing pair of panties i wear beneath the silk

and of course - when i sleep the nightie rides up and doesn't really cover anything... but that's fine... because who would be able to see it anyways?

Well, turns out the neighbour.

a middle age man, living alone who had a keen eye. who noticed every night how his young, slutty neighbour would step out of the shower and open her window with her towel wrapped around her middle - brushing her hair and then moving into her bedroom and hiding behind the curtain before reappearing downstairs - in the living room - wearing a tiny little nightie as she scampered from locking the front door to boiling her water for a hot water bottle, to closing her windows and turning her lights off...

he looked out for her every night, watching her do the very same bedtime ritual with his cock in his hand, honing in on how she would flash her panties when she turned quickly and the flowy material rose up - and the way the pep in her step had her tits bouncing beneath the lace hem of the nightie

one night i only realise once im tucked in bed that i forgot to lock my front door.

but the warmth of the bed and heaviness of my eyes had me able to convince myself: it's a safe neighbourhood... and ive never had any problems before... what are the chances someone would try break in just this once...? it's not that big a deal - i dont need to go down n lock it, i can just go to sleep and deal with it tomorrow morning...

though someone had in fact noticed that i'd left my door unlocked.

the neighbour was surprised to see that i'd forgotten a part of my nighttime ritual. locking the door. and i'd ascended up the stairs earlier than anticipated, leaving his hand holding his throbbing cock - unsatisfied - balls still full of cum and needing to find his release, still.

it was optimal, really

he could just wait for it to get a bit darker...

then open my front door - push the handle down quietly and shut it behind him, listening to hear if there was any noise within the house...

but everything within is dormant.

then walk up the stairs, down the corridor and to the right - to the room which he knew i slept in every night, wearing a nightie that didn't properly cover me.

he pushed the door open and felt heartrate shoot up as the door emit a squeak.

but no noise or sound of agitation followed from inside the room.

stepping around the door - he saw her body.

sprawled across the bed, nightie riding high on her thighs, lying on her side with her tits spilling from the hem of edge of her nightie -

there i lay.

my neighbour advanced the room, standing besides the sleeping girl. fingers tracing the bedside table, his hand knocked into a medication bottle - and picking it up to read, it read melatonin

what good news for him. he could do almost anything tonight and not wake her.

as if testing that hypothesis, the neighbour rolled her onto her back using her shoulder and watching as her breast bounced as her back hit the mattress, and she remained unconscious

she was so much more vulnerable and delicious when she was only a foot away from the neighbour.

now that he could see the bruise on her inner thigh and floral pattern across the lace chest part of the nightie - just sheer enough to allow him to see her dark nipples beneath the material

as if to really test whether she was asleep or not, the neighbour freed his cock and let it slap down onto her face - his balls sagging and sitting on her cheek whilst his cock lay against the other part of her face

it was so territorial. being able to put his cock on her face - mark her as his. his phone came out - taking a picture with flash of the sleeping girl with his cock against her face before proceeding to take a video - handling his cock from the base and rubbing it over her face, smushing her cheek with the stiff apendage and stroking his tip over her lips, letting the little bit of moisture from her parted lips wet the tip of his cock

he couldn't help his hands from ripping her lacey front down, exposing those pillowy tits and kneading them roughly with his palms - pinching them with his fingers and rolling those hard nipples between his thumb and index, feeling his cock twitch as she stirred slightly and let out a laboured breath

maybe she was having a wet dream.

the neighbour didnt know and didnt care.

he pulled her panties to the side and couldve moaned at how delicious she looked - her panties slick and a slimy tendril attaching her soaking pussy to the wet panties, her clit and hole gleaming in the barely lit room from her arousal

he couldn't stop himself.

his cock pressed against the slickness of her pussy, and he rubbed. he gyrated his cock back and forth against her folds, making lewd noises that made his balls twitch, cum fill his cock as he spat on her pussy and let his cock mix her slick with his fluids, the warmth of her pussy contrasting the unawakedness of the sleeping girl

he cant hold it much longer -

his balls tighten and he stuffs his head into my pussy, my unprotected, unsuspecting pussy as his cock splurges his seed into me and his heart pumps whilst he fills my pussy with his load and realises what he's done

my body stirs and he feels the need to leave.

just one picture - he lowers his camera to my pussy and the flash illuminates the cum that seeps from between my folds

and on the way out, he cant help but spot the keys hung besides the door. labelled house keys.

he cant stop himself from plucking them from where they rest, promising himself another experience like this one again as he shuts the door behind him, leaving me to turn over in my bed and wonder why my bedroom door has been left open before i doze off again

reminder to send rape threats and brutal messages of what you'd do to me in my inbox or messages <3

[bitchyobjecrivestuff]

A Weekend Away

It was finally time! After three long months away at school, I practically sprinted into my daddy’s arms when I saw him. I pulled away and gave my sister a hug, too. Excitement filled the air as we chatted excitedly with our family about our cousin’s wedding. Once we finally got checked in, my dad led the way to our room on the third floor of the hotel.

The celebration was crazy. As a poor nineteen year old, I had never seen an open bar. So, of course, I drank until I was stumbling into the hotel afterparty following the reception. After just a few minutes, at least a dozen relatives suggested I go sleep off my drunken state, as I was obviously obliterated. Finally, I agreed. My sister helped me into the elevator.

Once I got into the room, I immediately stripped off my clothes, digging around in my suitcase in only a matching black bra and thong. “Shit, I forgot pajamas,” I whined to my sister, Aly.

She laughed. “That sucks, but who cares.” In my drunken state, I agreed. Who gave a shit?

Until the door opened. As I was bent over my backpack, searching for a hairbrush now, my dad walked right into the room. I squealed. “Dad! I’m in my underwear!”

He hesitated before saying, “It’s fine; I’m your father. I just wanted to make sure you guys got to sleep okay. I’ll be in later. Goodnight.” Then, he closed the door. I breathed a sigh of relief before climbing into my bed, wrapping the sheets around me.

My sister slipped into her bed too then before turning off the light. “Goodnight, Ashley,” she whispered.” And the room went dark.

My head was starting to hurt from the alcohol, and a chill was settling over my body. The loud noise began when my sister’s breathing began to even out. The radiator was shaking loudly, and the resulting noise made my head pound.

I don’t know how much time had passed when the door opened again. Light streamed in as my dad walked in quietly, trying not to disturb his little girls. I sat up slowly. “Dad?” I whispered before releasing a hiccup. “Daddy?”

He stopped and approached me. “I’m so cold daddy, it’s so cold,” I whispered.

“Here, I can give you the blankets from the couch,” he whispered back, grabbing the blankets and laying them over me.

“But you’re sleeping on the couch- you’ll be cold,” I objected slowly, my drunken mind putting pieces together.

“Don’t worry about me, sweetie.”

“Daddy, no. Just- just- just sleep in the bed. The couch is uncomfortable, anyway. Aly and I should’ve slept together.”

He sighed before lifting my covers and crawling in with me. I then realized the issue. I was drunk, in bed, half-naked with a man. And I tended to get horny when I was drunk.

My dad shifted a few times, trying to get comfortable. I think we both held our breath as his arm brushed against my tit a few times.

Finally, he turned to face me, and I turned to face him. He lifted his arm slowly in the dark before running his fingertips lightly over my arm. I felt a blush rise to my cheeks.

He trailed his fingers up from my arm to my lips, then to my check. Slowly, our lips met in the middle. My breathing became heavier and heavier. “Daddy,” I whispered. “Daddy, we- we can’t.�� But I was drunk. My head was a swirling mass of colors, and all I was thinking about was how wet my pussy was getting and how hot my daddy looked tonight. I was so fucking turned on.

“Daddy,” I breathed. Instead of objecting now, I was begging. He kissed me again, and again, his tongue intertwining with mine, our kisses becoming sloppier. I could taste the beer on his tongue, mixing with the vodka on mine. “Daddy, oh,” I whispered. His hand grabbed at my breast through my bra while the other reached for my hip, pulling me closer.

I couldn’t keep up with all the places my daddy was touching me. “Baby girl,” he said quietly, “I love you.”

“I love you, daddy. Please.”

He reached his hand down slowly, rubbing his finger over my clit in his panties. My hips thrusted forward, pleading for his touch. “Daddy,” I breathed again. It seemed to be the only word I could say in this drunken, horny state. He pulled the tiny part of fabric aside before slipping one finger into my pussy. I humped his hand, and Daddy slipped another finger in in response.

“Fuck, sweetheart, my little daughter, you’re so wet for your father. That makes you a dirty little girl, doesn’t it?” he whispered, smiling. I kissed his lips in response, moaning into his mouth.

Then, my sister shifted, the covers moving as she mumbled something. Daddy and I stopped, terrified.

She kept breathing slowly, though, and Daddy kept moving his finger in and out of my wet little pussy.

I wrapped my hand around his big dick then. I remembered seeing it in the shower when I was a little girl, but it seemed bigger now. My other hand cupped his hairy balls, fondling them as he fingered me. I began to slowly, drunkenly rub his cock with my hand. “Daddy, why is your dick so hard?” I teased.

“Because my slut daughter is begging for my cock to be inside of her right now,” he replied quickly. I laughed aloud, and he silenced me by shoving his juice-covered fingers into my mouth.

He rolled me over and crawled on top of me, staring deep into my eyes as he thrusted his cock against my pussy. My dad’s cock was rubbing my pussy lips slowly, making me wetter and wetter.

I had never realized that the greatest thing missing from my life was my daddy’s big hard cock.

“Daddy, please,” I cried out. I have no idea how Aly didn’t wake up to that one. (Maybe she did, but she kept quiet.)

At that, he slipped his cock inside my wet hot cunt. I pulled him closer, my hand on the back of his neck.

My daddy grabbed my tit with one hand, and he wrapped the other around my neck, choking me. I gasped for air unsuccessfully as my daddy thrusted in and out and in and out of my pussy.

“Daddy,” I choked out, which was barely understandable.

He fucked me. He fucked his little daughter’s pussy hard. Finally, the thrusts quickened as his breath did too. Daddy whispered, “Fuck, you slut,” as he fucked my pussy one last time, cumming inside his little fuck whore.

He collapsed on top of me, his alcohol-stained lips finding mine as he breathed into the kiss. “I hope I got you pregnant with a baby girl, baby.”

I hoped he did too.

[bitchyobjecrivestuff]

“Shh, baby girl, just a little longer,” Daddy whispered, his breath hot against my ear as his thick cock pulsed inside me. I whimpered, my hands clutching at the sheets beneath me, my body trembling under his weight. God, he was so heavy, his broad chest pressing me into the mattress, his hips grinding against mine in a rhythm that was both punishing and intoxicating. “I’m almost done, just take it, that’s it.”

I bit my lip, trying to stifle the moan threatening to escape. Mommy was just down the hall, asleep in their bed, completely unaware of what was happening in my room. My heart raced at the thought, the fear of her catching us mixing with the shameful thrill of it all. How many times had this happened now? How many times had Daddy snuck into my room after she’d fallen asleep, his heavy footsteps signaling his arrival, his hands already reaching for me before the door even clicked shut?

Too many to count.

———

It had started months ago, on a night when Mommy had gone to bed early, exhausted from work. Daddy had stayed up later, watching TV in the living room, and I’d been curled up on the couch beside him, my head resting on his shoulder. I’d felt his arm slide around me, pulling me closer, and then his hand had dipped lower, brushing against my thigh in a way that made my breath hitch.

“You’re such a good girl,” he’d murmured, his voice low and rough, his fingers slipping under the hem of my skirt. “So sweet for Daddy.”

I’d frozen, my heart pounding in my chest, unsure of what to do. This isn’t right, a small voice in the back of my mind had whispered, but I hadn’t stopped him. I hadn’t pushed him away. Instead, I’d let him touch me, let him explore my body in ways that no father should, my face burning with shame even as my body responded to his touch.

That had been the first night. The first time he’d crept into my room after Mommy was asleep, his hands greedy and demanding, his cock thick and insistent as he’d pushed inside me. I’d cried that night, the pain sharp and overwhelming, but Daddy had shushed me, whispering words of comfort even as he’d taken what he wanted from me.

“You’re my good girl,” he’d said, his voice a low growl as he’d fucked me into the mattress. “You’re Daddy’s special girl.”

And I’d believed him. I still believed him. Even now, as his hips slammed into mine, his cock stretching me so wide I thought I might tear in two, I couldn’t help but crave his touch, his praise, his love. It didn’t matter that this was wrong, that a father shouldn’t do these things to his daughter. All that mattered was the way he made me feel, the way he made me come alive.

———

“Please, Daddy,” I whined, my voice trembling as he thrust into me again, his cock hitting that sensitive spot inside me that made my toes curl. “I’m so tired.”

“I know, baby,” he murmured, his hands gripping my hips as he fucked me harder, faster, his breathing ragged. “Just a little longer. Daddy needs to cum, okay? Just be a good girl and take it for me.”

I nodded, tears stinging my eyes as I buried my face in the pillow, trying to muffle the sounds of my moans. God, it felt so good, even as it hurt, even as my body ached from the relentless pounding. Daddy’s cock was so thick, so perfect, and I couldn’t help but love the way it filled me up, the way it made me feel like I belonged to him.

Finally, with a low groan, Daddy’s hips stuttered, and he slammed into me one last time, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his cum. I whimpered, my body shaking as he collapsed on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress as he whispered filthy things in my ear.

“You’re such a good girl, taking Daddy’s cock so well,” he said, his voice husky and satisfied. “You’re my perfect little slut, aren’t you? My dirty little girl.”

I nodded, my face burning with shame even as I couldn’t deny the truth of his words. I was his. I always had been, and I always would be. No matter how many times he took me, no matter how much it hurt, I would always be his good girl.

———

But Daddy wasn’t done with me yet. Even as I lay there, trembling and spent, he stayed inside me, his cock already hardening again as he reached down to stroke my clit. I moaned, my body arching into his touch even as I tried to protest.

“Daddy, please,” I whined, my voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t… I’m so tired.”

“Just a little longer, baby,” he murmured, his fingers working me expertly as he rutted into me again, his cock filling me up once more. “You’ll take it for Daddy, won’t you? You’ll be my good girl.”

I nodded, tears streaming down my face as I let him take me again, my body too exhausted to fight, too weak to resist. God, why did it feel so good? Why did I love him so much?

And as Daddy’s hips began to move again, his cock plunging into me with a force that took my breath away, I knew that I would never be able to tell Mommy. I would never be able to let her know what a depraved little slut I was for my Daddy. No, this was our secret. Ours and ours alone.

“That’s it, baby,” Daddy whispered, his hands gripping my hips as he fucked me harder, faster, his breathing ragged. “Take it. Take Daddy’s cock. You’re mine, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes, Daddy,” I whimpered, my body trembling as he pounded into me, his cock hitting that sensitive spot inside me that made my vision blur. “I’m yours.”

And as Daddy’s hips stuttered, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his cum once more, I couldn’t help but love him. God, I loved him so much. Even as my body ached, even as tears streamed down my face, I knew that I would always be his good girl.

“Good girl,” Daddy murmured, his voice soft and satisfied as he collapsed on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. “My perfect little girl.”

And as I lay there, trembling and spent, I knew that this was just the beginning. Daddy would never be done with me. No, he would always come back, always take what he wanted from me. And I would always give it to him, because I was his. Forever.

“Daddy…” I whimpered, my voice trembling as I felt his cock hardening inside me again, my body too exhausted to fight, too weak to resist. “Please…”

[bitchyobjecrivestuff]

Mummy and daddy back from their trip away came to pick me up from grandma and grandpa.

Mummy was talking to grandma hope she was not trouble.

"She was an absolute delight". Oh good mummy said grandpa looked up from his paper with a weird smirk on his face looks at daddy and said "she was such a good girl" chuckling as he went back to his paper. Daddy cringed with a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, his cock starts twitching at those words as he remember the video grandpa sent. His guilt snaps him back to reality disgusted in himself for thinking about his little that way and the disgusting this his wifes father did to me and how much it turned him on. Quickly regaining composure but not before grandpa noticed his hard on and smirked.

Daddy suggests we leave, its been a big weekend and we still have to get home. We say our good byes but not before grandpa gropes me one more time while no ones looking. Remember shhh our lil secret be grandpas good girl now cringing desparate to get away from him feeling gross.

We hop in the car and drive home the silence is think and awkward daddy not being able to look at me.

We get home, mummy and daddy unpack the car and i go to my room crying feeling confused embarrassed i fall asleep i wake up to daddy staring at me, startled daddy says oh ur awake sweet girl regaining composure i just came to wake u for dinner. I reluctantly sit up he kiss me on the head see u when come down as he turns i notice his thingy is hard. Feeling confused i get out of bed in my nightie and panties i come down for dinner. From that night onwards daddy started acting weird.

He was looking at me strangely or we would be playing especialy when we would play fetch with the doggy then suddenly get up and go to the bathroom, then hear weird noises from it.

In the bathroom with his cock out he masturbates the images of his lil girl. Its so wrong he would watch the video over and over disgusted by himself but he couldnt help it.

Soon it wasnt enough he wanted more but knew he couldnt it was so wrong. shes my lil girl i should be protecting her after all shes only young thats what daddys are meant to do

Then one night he came in my room while i was sleeping. Lifts up my blankie see my lil body my lil pussy in my panties he licks his lips.it will be so juicy remembering what it felt like when he raped me with grandpa he cringes at thought no cant happen again! I promised myself he says. He lifts my nightie up he groans his cock throbing as he looks at his lil girls body.

He sees a pair of my dirty panties sniffs then as he strokes his cock to me sleeping untill it explodes all hes cum over my panties. Guiltly he goes back to bed

This goes on for days fighting the urge not to do it again. It gets unbareable for daddy.

Feeling confused why doesnt daddy want to play and hug me anymore was i naughty did i do something wrong? I promised id be a good girl and i have been so i thought.

So one afternoon mummy said to daddy she was going out and to run some errands. I hear mummy and daddy arguing cant u just take her with you he said she ur daughter u need to spend time with her. Daddy finally conceedes and mummy leaves, im confused why doesnt daddy want to spend time with me we always use to play and we dont anymore, just then our doggy drops his ball in my lap wanting to play he sniff the ball and my lil pussy, i dont think anything of it. But unknown to me daddy was watching noticing the doggy nudging my pussy each time he drops it in my lap. He starts rubing his cock as he watches.

He cant take it anymore he snaps would u 2 stop get i hear il put a movie on confused why daddy is so angry at me. To scared to disobey him i go inside.

He calls me over to the couch sorry sweet girl daddy didnt mean to snap. Give me a hug and lets me lay in his lap as we watch tv

Daddy start stroking my hair as we watching tv like he normal does. Our dog comes over for pats we pat it then it starts sniffing my girly bits, he keeps coming back and doing this for awhile each time daddy subtle moves my legs openning them wider and wider seeing wat the doggy does each time, each time he lingers sniffs till he slurps over my panties.

Shocked i sit up daddy wats going on seeing his hard cock throught his pants precum driping off as u see the wet patch. Its ok sweety hes just saying hi, be a good girl let him say hi. Shifting awkwardly as daddy gently push me back down laying in his lap. He groans mmm good girl as he puts his hands down his pants pulls his cock out not realising that he did then rubs it against my lips i try fighting it. Its ok sweety give daddys thinging a kiss mmm he moans as i do it good girl he groans

I keep laying there to scared to move he slides my panties aside letting our dog get a good taste moaning as he strokes his cock to the dog tongue fucking his daughter thats it good girl ur being such a good girl for daddy. This went on till doggy lost interest and walks away.

Thinking it was over but it wasnt. Daddy slid me off his lap and posistioned himself in front of me looking at my lil girl pussy licks his lips u gonna let daddy give u kisses too i nod caustiously as he pulls my panties of and start kissing my girly bits hes soft and gentle at first then he snaps buring his tongue and face in his young daughters pussy. Taking big gasps of air sorry baby girl im soo sorry daddy loves u he cant help it. Groans ur just so sweet and tasty. Please daddy please stop i dont like this game daddy it feels weird.

But that wasnt enough for daddy, he couldnt stop if he wanted to

He stood up droped his pants his cock rock. He line it up and pushes into my pussy he groans omg better than i remember.

Oh sweet girl u feel so good i cant help it princess. Pound my lil pussy god yes god yes as he explodes in me.

Im sorry baby i didnt mean it grandpas video got me sooo worked up. In shock i realise that daddy knows

U promise it will never happen again, as he carries me to the bath got to get u cleaned up before mummy gets home. Hint of dred sets in not believing it will stop as daddy is soaping my lil body up sliping a finger or 2 in my pussy mmm so wet he says as he proceeds to finger fuck me, before raping me another 3 times before mummy got home.

Relieved when mummy got home knowing it would stop. Well for now at least..

[bitchyobjecrivestuff]

the nannycam was a mistake.

last week, he'd stopped by the store that had replaced radioshack and bought a teddy bear with a camera for an eye, gave it to his daughter for her birthday. she'd rolled her eyes and reminded him that she wasn't a little girl anymore, but she'd put it on her bookshelf anyway, pointed towards her bed. he couldn't have positioned it better himself. he’d catch the bastard defiling his daughter on camera, and boot him from their lives for good. that man was way too old for his little girl, and if he had to blackmail the fucker into disappearing, well. anything for his daughter's safety.

the next saturday, her boyfriend came by, and they went to her room.

"keep the door open," he reminded them.

"okay, dad," his daughter replied, voice overly sweet.

he went to his room, turning on the computer the nannycam was set to stream to, and activating the recording program that would ensure he had real proof, beyond being able to say "i saw you doing it."

the second it came on, he knew he'd made a mistake, because the mere fact that he was spying on his daughter made his cock twitch. he sat back, appalled, then brushed it off. there was no way that was because of his daughter. it was probably just because the only time he spent on the computer at home was to watch porn. that was it: he'd conditioned himself to associate turning the computer on with jacking off. nothing to do with his little girl.

at first, they just talked, lounging on her bed. then they put on a movie, laughing every now and then, but as time went on, they snuggled closer. their hands began to wander, his daughter writhed, and his breath caught in his throat. the way she arched her back, her hips angling so that her boyfriend's hands went where she wanted them... he looked away.

what was he doing? jesus christ, he was spying on his little girl. his baby, his innocent daughter, whose legs were parting eagerly, eyes wide and silently begging. his cock began to swell, throbbing in his pants, every beat of his heart sending blood to flush the muscle. he couldn't look away. couldn't take his eyes off her tiny body, the way her eyes darkened as her boyfriend pushed her tank top over her tits, taking one dark nipple into his mouth. her eyes fluttered closed and she sank her fingers into his hair as he licked and sucked her tits, squeezing one breast while nibbling the other. she pushed his head down, down, until he was kissing the waistband of her pants, which he pulled off as she lifted her hips.

"please, daddy," she said. the boyfriend smiled and lowered himself, his face hidden by her thigh. she turned her head, her eyes squeezed shut. when she opened them, she looked directly at the hidden camera.

oh fuck. she knew. she'd known the whole time! why else would she have set the teddy bear up in exactly the right spot?

"fuck, daddy, that feels so good," she whimpered, never looking away from the camera. her mouth hung open, her eyebrows pinched in pleasure. she groped her own tits, playing with her nipples. "do you wanna fuck me, daddy?"

his cock was already in his hand, stroking slowly. "god, yes," he whispered, though she couldn't hear him.

"do you wanna feel my tight little pussy around your cock?"

"fuck yes."

"can i please have your cock, daddy?"

he groaned and stroked himself faster, watching brainlessly as his daughter positioned herself so that she faced the camera as her boyfriend slid himself into her from behind.

"ohh, fuck," she whimpered as he stretched her out. "you're so big... fuck, it feels so good!" her tits bounced as he began fucking her in earnest, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back. "fuck, fuck, fuck!" she rubbed her clit as he fucked her. "oh my god, daddy, i'm gonna cum. i'm gonna cum on your cock, dad," she said. her lithe body convulsed, and he could see the muscles in her abdomen clenching with each wave of pleasure that wracked her body. her voice was so soft, gasping as she came for him.

he didn't stop stroking himself, replaying her words in his mind as his own orgasm inched closer.

"now be a good girl and suck daddy's cock," her boyfriend crooned.

instantly, he lost all interest. reality came crashing down around him. he'd just been jacking off to his daughter. his own flesh and blood. a little girl who depended on him to protect her from... from people like him.

that son of a bitch.

he righted his pants, storming down the hallway until he swung open his daughter's door, revealing her adorable, innocent, perfect little face with her boyfriend's cock in her mouth.

"out," he ordered.

"oh my god, it's not—it's not what it looks like!" the man stammered, trying to stuff his cock back into his pants.

"get out before i throw you out," he said. his voice was cold, hard, like steel.

the man scrambled to his feet, tugging on his shoes and running away. his daughter hadn't moved, still on her hands and knees, staring up at her father.

"you scared him," she said, almost petulantly.

"he was—"

"he was fucking me, daddy," she cut him off. "just like you knew he would. just like you wanted him to."

"i did NOT want him to," he objected. "he's too old for you."

"I know, daddy," she said, inching closer to the foot of the bed.

he must have stepped forward without realizing it, because he could feel his little girl's breath on the crotch of his pants. "you shouldn't be doing things like that with him," he said.

"who should i be doing them with?" she asked, looking up at him. her doe eyes glittered in the fading evening sun.

"nobody!" he said, cupping her jaw with his hand. "you're too young for all of that. he was taking advantage.”

"but i wanted it, daddy. i needed it.” she ran one hand up his thigh, her thumb resting just above his bulge. “will you give me what i need?”

for the longest moment, he didn’t know how he’d react. part of him wanted to feel her warm, wet mouth on his cock, fill his palms with her perky tits, push her back onto the bed and fuck her in every position he could think of until he found all the ones that drove her crazy.

but he stepped back. “we can’t. i can’t,” he said, forcing his eyes away from her taut nipples. he glanced at the nannycam, but didn't reach for it. “get dressed for dinner.”

he went back to his bedroom to erase the footage, only to see the camera moving. what was she doing with the teddy bear? he frowned. the angles and constant motion made the footage a confusing blur, until eventually it settled into a subtle, rhythmic motion.

“oh fuck, daddy,” she moaned.

the camera was beneath her. his view was of her upper body, as though she were riding his face. comprehension dawned; she was humping the teddy bear.

he didn’t stop the recording. slowly, he lowered himself into his chair again, unzipping his pants and freeing his cock. this had to be better than fucking her, right? better than actually touching his daughter? his hand gripped his shaft easily, pumping in time with her motions on the camera. her whimpers made him throb, her gasps made him moan. they were a perfect symphony of pleasure. when she came, legs squeezing the teddy bear desperately, he came with her, shuddering and groaning.

he cleaned himself up before the shame could set in, and went to the kitchen before deciding today was not a day to cook. he ordered a pizza, sank into the couch, and put on some mid-2000s cop procedural until the doorbell rang.

"i'll get it!" his daughter called. he pursed his lips but said nothing until he saw her reach for the doorknob. she was wearing a crop top and panties, and nothing else.

she was swinging the door open before he could yell, "young lady, put some damn clothes on!"

she cocked her hip and took the pizza from the shocked delivery man whose eyes slid over her tight young body before he could stop himself. she gave him a cute wave and closed the door with her foot.

"don't have an aneurysm, dad." she placed the pizza box on the coffee table and flopped onto the couch, patting the cushion next to her. "come sit."

"you cannot be opening the door dressed like that," he said, fury flooding his veins.

"like what?" she asked, all innocence.

"like a slut!" he shouted without thinking. "you saw how he looked at you. you know what he was imagining."

she sat up on the couch, resting on her arms so that they pushed her tits up and out. "but i'm just a teenager," she said. "i'm way too young for him."

he flexed his hands at his sides. "okay. you wanna be a slut?" he stepped forward, grabbing her by the hair and yanking her head back. "you wanna flash your tits for every grown man that walks past? you want everyone to look at you and imagine fucking you? fine." his free hand began undoing his pants, freeing his stiffening cock. "you wanna act like a slut, you'll get treated like one!"

her eyes were wide as she stared up at him. "daddy, what—"

he slapped her on the jaw, just hard enough to sting. "shut up," he commanded. "show me what that mouth is good for." he brought her head forward with one hand, lifted his cock with the other. her lips wrapped around him without hesitation, and the warm wetness of his daughter's mouth was heaven. she sucked him sloppily; her spit lubricated his shaft so that her lips could slide over it with ease.

jesus christ, his little girl could suck cock like a pro.

her head bobbed forward into his crotch of her own accord, so he freed her hair and reached for her tits instead, massaging them through the flimsy fabric of her crop top. when she moaned around his cock, he thrust forward, sliding his length into her throat. she gagged once, twice, then pulled back, giving him her best doe-eyed stare.

"good girl," he whispered.

"thank you, daddy," she said back.

he slapped her jaw again, and she smiled up at him.

he groaned and lifted her to her feet. she peeled her panties off, stepping out of them while he stripped, his pants and shirt landing in a pile next to the couch. he pushed her crop top over her head, making sure that his palms moved over her tits as he did so. he was rewarded with a small pant of genuine arousal—none of the over-the-top porn performance she'd been giving earlier. she had his attention; she didn't need to be dramatic anymore.

he sucked one nipple and reached between her legs to see how wet she was. when he found she was wetter than her mother had ever gotten, he manhandled her into position. she faced away from him, her arms on the back of the couch, her knees on the cushions.

"this is what sluts get," he whispered in her ear as he pressed against her entrance. she grabbed at her own ass, spreading herself for her father, who slid into her easily. he fucked her deep and slow, his balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. "little sluts don't get their tits played with. they don't get eaten out. all you want is to get fucked, yeah?"

she whimpered and nodded. he smirked; typical brat. she couldn't form a sentence once she was being fucked.

"you just want some big cock to fill you up so you don't have to think anymore, right?"

"yes!" she moaned.

"you just want to be a brainless little slut who gets to spend all day cumming on random strangers' cocks, don't you?"

"oh god... dad," she stuttered. "don't—please don't stop. oh my god."

"you're such a desperate little slut you're gonna cum for your dad?"

"oh god!"

he didn't stop fucking her, maintaining his pace and depth even as her pussy squeezed his cock. her moans were almost breathless, like she wanted to cum more than she needed air. the way her voice hiccuped was so cute. he wanted to make her do that over and over again.

"such a pathetic slut," he chastised, his cock balls deep inside her. he held it there for a moment while he tried not to cum in his daughter. "you know what i want?"

"what, daddy?" she said, still regaining her breath.

"i want to see your face when you cum for me again. i want to look in your eyes when you realize your dad's cock makes you cum this hard."

she whimpered and looked over her shoulder at him, but he pulled away, his cock sliding out of her with a wet sucking noise. he lifted one of her legs and slid underneath her so that he was sitting on the couch, and she could straddle and ride him.

"fuck yourself on my cock, baby," he told her. "i want you to cum on your dad's cock without me even doing anything."

her mouth fell open, mesmerized by the suggestion. she didn't respond, only reached down to grab his cock, lining it up with her pussy before lowering herself onto it slowly. her eyes closed and she leaned her head back, releasing the smallest of sighs. she settled into her own, unique rhythm so easily, he wondered if she hadn't been fucking him while he was asleep until today.

he watched her ride him with her eyes closed for almost ten minutes before she started moaning, her pace increasing. he grabbed her face and pulled her closer. "look at me," he commanded.

she obeyed, her eyes wide and innocent even as she approached the edge of orgasm. "oh god," she moaned. her hips bucked wildly, her cunt spasming around his cock again. her eyes never left his, and her mouth hung open even as every exhale became a moan.

"now you know you're mine," he told her. without warning, he thrust up into her, making her jump and whine. "we're not done yet, sweetheart. you forgot the one thing sluts are good for."

she stared at him dumbly.

he smiled and shook his head, the picture of a disappointed father. "it's my turn to cum now."

she looked almost afraid. "but daddy—"

he grabbed her jaw and squeezed it lightly; a warning. "do sluts talk back?"

"no," she said quietly.

"do sluts make their daddies cum?"

she nodded.

he slapped her. "say it."

"yes, daddy," she said, her breath quickening again. "i want to make you cum."

"good girl," he said softly, petting her jaw before slapping it again. he picked her up and positioned her so that she lay flat on her back on the couch, then climbed between her legs. slowly, he slid his cock between her pussy lips, then slapped her clit with it. she let out a small gasp and her hips bucked upwards. when he was sure she was ready, he slid inside her again. this time, he went hard and fast, wanting nothing more than to dump his load into his daughter's tight cunt.

to his delight, she rubbed her clit as he fucked into her. her other hand played with her tits, squeezing them and pinching the nipples. she came again, her chest and face flushing with the force of her orgasm, her legs shaking on either side of him. he slowed a bit, feeling her walls closing around him, then fucked her through the overstimulation until she was begging incoherently.

"what, baby?" he taunted as he fucked her even faster. "what do you need?"

"please please please please," she whimpered. "oh god, fuck, please—"

he didn't stop, even when he felt warm liquid surrounding his cock inside her. he pulled the blanket they kept on the back of the couch and lifted her hips to slide it underneath her.

"what are you doing?" she asked, frowning.

he smiled at her and finally let his cock slide out of her, followed immediately by the squirt he'd felt earlier. "trying to stop my little slut from making a mess," he said.

she covered her face with her hands. "i've never done that before," she admitted, her voice muffled behind her hands.

he laughed then, and leaned forward to pull her hands away and bury his cock inside her again. "i'm not done with you yet," he reminded her. she nodded, and he squeezed her tits as he fucked her. "such a perfect body," he told her. "i should have known you were a slut. should have known you'd be desperate for my cock."

"i need your cock, daddy," she said, her voice taking on the edge it had had earlier. she was trying to help him cum. "i always make myself cum thinking of you, imagining you fucking me. your cock is the only thing i want. you feel so good inside me, dad."

he groaned. "keep going."

"i love your cock inside me," she said. "it feels so good, stretching me out. nobody makes me cum like you do, daddy. i was made to take your cock. my pussy was made for you, dad."

that did it. he groaned and thrust himself inside his little girl as he came to the sight of his daughter for the second time that day. when he pulled away, he watched his cum leak out of her.

he used the blanket to wipe the excess wetness away, then dumped it into the washing machine. when he came back, she was eating a slice of pizza completely naked.

he laughed. "definitely my daughter."