dad-is-god

[dad-is-god]

I need you to do things to me to scare me, fuck my throat so hard I can't make a sound for a week, use me so hard that I'm afraid to close my legs incade it pisses you off and makes you want to add bruises to my bruises... I need you to leave me DESTROYED 🪷🧁

Good girl. You think you want to be scared until I rape you so violently that you fear for your life. I will condition you to cum when I make you afraid. You don’t know the meaning of fear until you’ve been kidnapped and made my personal sex toy.

[dad-is-god]

please please please rape me i need to be raped so fucking badly i want someone to just start fucking my pussy as soon as they see me because they just can't help themselves around me, i need cocks stuffed every hole they can fit. i need to be used, i just want loads of cum pumped in me until i can't walk anywhere without cum leaking out of my stupid little body

If you need it so badly, come off anon and say that again, you little bitch. ❤️

[dad-is-god]

Cock buried deep in your ass, I hook your arms behind your back and pull you backward, bouncing you up and down as I thrust hard into the deepest reach of your asshole. My throat closed, I grunt deep and loud as I feel the shape of your ass on my lap, shaking, bouncing uncontrollably.

“Nnnghhh yeahhh, that’s amazing,” I breathe, words and sounds slightly accented with each violent thrust.

“Unhhhh,” you whimper weakly, feeling yourself wetten between the legs as my manhood destroys your body, feeling as though you might rip apart at the seams.

In that moment, I lean back, my back against the bed, my legs hooked around your waist, my arms still hooking yours behind your back. One arm releases, while the other tightens its grip. My free arm now wraps around your neck, choking you while you’re wrapped in my body like a snake devouring its prey.

My cock angrily pounds into you, and each thrust is as if my cock is saying “I hate you” to your asshole.

“You’re lucky I have some self control,” I grunt. “If I let myself loose, I might kill you right now.”

Your pussy clenches and wettens as the thought of dying in my arms passes through your mind. You have never felt this helpless, and your body has never been this subdued by another. Your body relaxes, which gives you surprise. It’s as if your body has given into the idea of dying while being raped. What better way to go? Serving Daddy has brought you more pleasure than any venture in your life. Your eyes shut. Your legs and arms go limp. You lean back into Daddy’s grip.

“Do it, then,” one last utterance of defiance escapes your lips. “Kill me, Daddy. I’ll die happy.”

My grip tightens around your arms and neck, and his legs wrap firm around your waist as you feel my cock whale away at your hole, punching into you over and over. My arm squeezes your throat tight enough to make your head pop, and you feel your face redden. The light in your eyes begins to go dark. Sound dampens. You become light headed and your body seems to stop answering your brain. All at once, you feel my manhood twitch, throb, and explode.

“Fuuuuuck,” I moan. My cock thrusts into the deepest reach of your ass as I unload a heavy amount of cum in you. You feel your asshole flood with semen and sperm, and a wave of relief watches over you. Nothing makes you happier than making Daddy cum, and you’ve accomplished your highest goal in life.

I release your throat, but I maintain my grip on your arms. You cough, cry, whimper, and gasp to gather your breath as your senses return.

“Thank you,” you wheeze, “for saving my life.”

[dad-is-god]

It started out as curiosity. You began browsing some kinky hashtags on Tumblr.

The first feeling was shock. You couldn’t believe other people were actually into the things you were reading, the videos and gifs you were seeing. Profane fantasies of sexual abuse, brief snippets of misogynistic porn scenes. But you couldn’t stop browsing. Deeper and deeper you went, scrolling further and further into each category, exploring more and more hashtags. You don’t even remember placing your fingers on your clit, but one moment, as if you snapped out of a subconscious state, you suddenly realized you were rubbing yourself through your panties, leaving a wet patch beneath your pussy.

The next feeling was embarrassment. Where at first you couldn’t believe other people were into these things, now, you couldn’t believe you were touching yourself to them. But your hand tugged at the waistband and penetrated your panties as you continued to make circles at your clit. You moaned and whimpered softly, then progressively louder as you encountered more degrading and disgusting content.

The next feeling was pleasure. You accepted that this was what you needed, that you had finally found a missing piece to your own sexual pallet. You began reblogging and adding your own captions to content. You spammed posts so quickly you lost track, but it had to have been at least 20 over the course of the next hour as you rubbed more and more, edging yourself to oblivion. Your mind felt numb, and yet simultaneously, you could feel your pleasure receptors firing at an alarming rate. It was as if your body had been pumped full of drugs, but this was better. No drug could make your pussy feel this good. That’s when the messages started rolling in from random misogynistic men who had been stroking their cocks to your page as you had been firing off one post after another.

The next feeling was need. You craved the attention of these men. You didn’t know what they looked like, but you didn’t care. They could be fat and hairy, or they could be handsome and chiseled. They could be basement dwellers or successful members of society. They could be single or married. You didn’t care. Just as long as they were stroking their cock to the same things that made you rub your cunt, just as long as they were giving you any amount of their attention, you were happy.

The final feeling was acceptance. You realized that you were so much happier in this state than even just an hour ago. You were so much happier edging to porn and being an attention whore for men that you even began to snap a few slutty photos of yourself to post to your page. The wave of messages that poured in from these photos fed your desperation even more as you became addicted to the attention. Just the thought of men stroking their cocks while staring at your body was enough to make you wet on its own.

And there you have it. Within an hour, you’d completed the descent from curious kink bystander to desperate cock hungry whore. And you couldn’t have been any happier.

[dad-is-god]

A cute first date idea in two parts

I choke you half to death

I rape the other half

[dad-is-god]

my cock is telling me to be evil again

[dad-is-god]

Call me Daddy and get slapped.

Call me Dad and get raped.

[dad-is-god]

I get butterflies whenever a girl tells me she “has no limits.” There is no limit to the disgusting and horrible shit I would like to do.

You mean to tell me every disgusting and violent scenario I’ve seen in a porn video is on the table?

Like the scene I saw of a girl in a My Little Pony t-shirt dangling from a noose, her feet just barely able to touch the floor, as she straddled and grinded her little cunt against his knee?

Or the scene I saw of a man reaching his entire fist into a girl’s mouth as he stepped on her skull?

Or the scene I saw of a man dunking a poor innocent girl’s head in the toilet while he fucked her asshole?

Or the scene I saw of a girl getting fucked from behind while he pushed her mouth balls deep onto a dildo?

I could go on and on, but it’d be more fun if you just tell me you “have no limits” so I can show you that you actually might. Be careful what you wish for.

[dad-is-god]

On her knees, day 1

She knelt at the doorway, as she had been instructed: her mouth open, her tongue out, and her eyes wide gazing up at the door. She heard the key enter the lock and her whole body flinched, though for what reason she was not certain. Was she afraid? Startled? Excited? The thought didn’t even enter her mind that perhaps she was all three and more. He had made her experience nearly every human emotion in her time under his rule.

The door handle turned, and the door swung open. Light peeked through the doorway, and his silhouette cast a shadow onto the floor in front of her. When he closed the door, his ghostly shape gave way to a detailed image of his features. He wasn’t a domineering physical presence. He did not boast a muscle-bound physique or a looming height. But what he lacked in awe-striking, imposing features, he made up with a keen sense of psychological intelligence, as if he possessed the key to unlock her most submissive self. In demonstration of this quality, he closed the door and immediately placed a hand on her head, stroking her hair gently.

“Good girl,” he cooed. She felt her heart and mind relax, but she dared not outwardly express her internal relief, for she knew that his wrath waited with bated breath for any fresh opportunity to be unleashed and to watch her unravel at his fingertips. What she had not considered was that his wrath might not wait, but rather create an opportunity where none existed. This consideration hit her across the face in the form of his open palm on her cheek. The crack of his hand against her skin reverberated against the walls, and her torso swayed to the side in observation of Newton’s third law of motion. She fought through her weakness to reposition herself where he had demanded she stay: on her knees, mouth open, tongue out, gazing up longingly at her Daddy. As she regained her composure and posture, he leered at her with a subtle but devious grin as he stroked her hair again.

“Good girl.” She shook briefly as she considered the possibility of being struck again, but her body and soul were once again put to ease by his reassuring words and tone. Her solace lasted but a moment before his face turned from comfort to malice and his hand struck her across the cheek. The crack of his hand against her face stung twice as hard as the first. A gentle grunt exited his mouth as he hit her, and a soft whimper exited her mouth as she was hit. Her hair flung across her face, but within a second, she was ready to pick herself up again. And within a second of being ready, she was once again in her rightful position: on her knees, mouth open, tongue out, staring up at Daddy. His angry and stern expression transformed to a surprised and impressed look of pleasure.

“Good girl.” This time, as she felt relaxation set into her muscles, bones, heart, mind, and soul, she felt as though she could embrace the feeling of calm serenity. At precisely this moment, his hand embraced a firm grip on the hair on the back of her head as he walked toward the bedroom. Instinctively, she fell to her hands and crawled alongside him.

“Come along,” he instructed in a light tone, as if speaking to a child. She crawled, maintaining an open mouth with her tongue protruding. Unsure where this would lead, she felt assured that she had earned praise for her obedience and subservience.

[dad-is-god]

Dad cock 🤝 daughter cunt

[dad-is-god]

The harder you cry, the harder I cum.

[dad-is-god]

I want to make sure you fully understand what I mean when I say I want to use you like a fleshlight.

Do you think a man cares about how his hand feels when he masturbates? Do you think he even thinks about his hand at all?

The only thing he thinks about is his cock. He cares about his cock’s pleasure, making sure that whatever his hand is doing feels good for his cock.

Your pleasure doesn’t matter to me. All that matters is Daddy’s cock.

[dad-is-god]

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With all that out of the way, let’s get to the fun stuff! I’m a 39-year-old white man, 5’9”, 160 lbs., slender but toned frame, dark brown hair in a gentleman’s cut, dark brown eyes, a beard about 1.5 inches thick, and hairy all over.

Kinks:

cnc/rape

bd/sm

Age play

incest/fauxcest (dad/daughter)

Rough sex (choking/spitting/slapping)

degradation/humiliation

Corruption

Kidnapping

Role playing!

Near-death experiences (for you)

More I’m sure I’m forgetting

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