#( threads ; devouredher. )

[moondustlings]

plotted starter for @devouredher

attention had been in short supply, much to her chagrin. everything was about the party. the house had to be perfect for the party; caterers, entertainment, music had to be ordered for the party. and most annoyingly of all, his attention had been compromised, for the party. at this point, tori was over it. she normally didn't hate functions this much, but something was shifting inside her. her entire life she had been taken care of by her grandfather; her dad was never around and her mom had bailed when she was a baby under the guise of needing to find herself. it had always been the two of them against the world. but lately, she was noticing things. how, even in his older age, he was attractive. how it felt to be held by him. how she wished their kisses lingered longer than they did. it was really missing with her mind, and maybe her hot under the collar. maybe that was why his divided attention was bothering her so much. she was having all these feelings and not outlet for them. well, that changed today.

she was supposed to be getting ready. guests would be arriving in a few hours and she knew he'd want to parade her around for a bit, show her off and brag like he always did. her dress hung behind the door, her heels resting neatly beside the bedside dresser. A black strapless bra and matching hip huggers were folded with care — laid out, waiting. in the bed, tori lay panting, her breath catching in the quiet room. between her thighs, she was working a makeshift toy, thinking all sorts of devious thoughts. today's object of choice was a hairbrush, its thick handle feeling amazing as she slid it in and out in a steady pace. her hand came up to massage one of her breasts, tiny whimpers the only sounds in her room besides her heavy breathing. she's lost in the pleasure, not even realizing that she's left her door partially open, her bed positioned in a way that any passerby wouldn't need to guess what she was doing.

[silverflcme]

there was nothing innocent about the moan that slipped past her lips when he pushed back inside her, taking control, and fucking her so deliciously. the stretch, the feel, it had her mind blanking, blacking out for a brief second as arousal succumbed her. carina yelped at the merciless fucking, her tiny body bouncing, tits jiggling against his chest, her head tipping back as pleasure washed over her. he was fucking her, hitting the back of her cunt so deeply, she almost couldn't register what was even happening. "don't...stop!" she cried out, a gasp escaping her, a moan following, a string of incoherent babbles leaving her, and then, he did stop. it took her a moment, her cunt still clenching and pulsing around him, wanting more, craving more. now that he had given her a taste, her body wanted to know what it was like to be fully fucked. to be stuffed with his cum, to be used and owned by him. delirious and panting, she looked back at him, pleading as he hips began to move once more, wanting him to continue. each roll was deliberate, slow as she adjusted to the stretch and the way he just filled her so fucking perfectly. "i could," she breathed out, "if you really want me to." pushing him down, her hand flat against his chest, carina began to ride him, giving him no other option to enjoy how deep he was seated inside her. her cunt so tightly wrapped around his cock as she started to speed up, letting him feel how good it would be to have her bounce on him, milking his cock dry.

the tightness that surrounded his cock was an experience he hasn't felt in a long time. not even when he first started fucking his wife. her young cunt was different. gripped him so tightly-- he almost felt like it could take his cock hostage deep inside her. not that he would be opposed to that. he shuddered at the way she rocked herself against him. getting a teasing feeling of how it would feel if he were to allow himself to fuck her. "you think you can stop yourself, huh?" he knew the real answer to that. they have crossed a line that they can never undo. he was officially fucking his best friend's younger daughter. was officially cheating on his wife. strong arms circled around her tiny body, keeping her close to him as he lifted her body slightly and started to drill into her. his thick cock moving in and out of her without mercy for a few minutes. "you really think you can stop yourself after being fucked like this?" he grunted out before stopping himself from fucking her completely. his cock still bottoming out inside her but making no effort to move, challenging her words.

[thedcvilherself]

he warned her about the outfit she has chosen to wear to the festival. that men would get an idea about what kind of girl she was if she goes through with wearing that outfit. and while he was aware that most girls have worn worst at music festivals, he didn't want his baby sister becoming like those sluts. so when he saw her disobey against what she was told, gunner figured he would teach her a lesson. "see what happened, gwen. you should have listened to me." he grunts but he doubts she even understand what was happening. not with how intoxicated she was. "should have listened to your brother." he gripped her waist tighter as he pounded her from behind. with his free hand, he licked the pad of his fingertips before snaking its way underneath her to rub at her clit.

her lips are drawn down into a pout, eyes watering as if she might cry simply due to the disappointment in her brother's tone. she had always been a handful, always a task to manage and yet in that instant, she's pliable both body and mind to everything gunner needs. "i'm sorry." and it's clear by her tone that the words are genuine, even if only because they were inspired by the substances overwhelming her system. "please don't be mad, gunner. i don't like when you're mad at me." her eyelids flutter with his touch, gaze falling away from him as her head drops to rest against one of the arms keeping her in position, whining softly. "that feels so good." there should be correlation, between her brother being nearby and pleasure flooding her insides but there's not, the two both existing but somehow not mutually exclusive in her mind. "my pussy feels so good."

[dreamgrlevl]

closed starter for @devouredher (ft. donnie & anton)

"hey, you mind passing me the salt?" anton asked, looking at the shaker as it sat on the other side of the table from the woman. smirking he leaned back in his chair at the dinner table to look on the other side of her to where donnie sat with a barely concealed grin on his lips. having his best friend over for the dinner party was simple and innocent enough, of course the other guests had no idea about the massive dildo that he currently had his step mother sitting on. the males watched as she carefully moved to grab the condiment, eyes drifting down to how the toy, slick with her arousal, nearly slid entirely out of her only to be pushed right back in when she sat back down.

"oh dang, sorry could you grab the pepper for me too?" donnie asked, purposefully waiting until she had just sat herself back down to ask her to grab it.

[lustfulheart]

@devouredher​ | Bella + road trip vibes

“Thank you guys so much for stopping to pick me up!” She’s said thank you at least twice before, but as she set her things down in the back corner of the van and found herself a seat, she couldn’t help but say it once more for good measure. She didn’t know what she would have done if it hadn’t been for them! There hadn’t been another car for miles it felt like and Bella had no other options than to keep walking. She smiled from one man to the next with an innocent air of appreciativeness to her and her nose scrunched with the action. “Where are you guys headed again?”

[thebestorworstofit]

"easy there tiger, no one called you a slut - and why would i? not our sweet big sister who knows just how jealous i'd be - we'd be, if someone else was making you cum." carson's words were maniacal in how he delivered them; in how he looked over lola with a primal glint in his eyes. His dimples in clear view to match his brother's as they both wore the same smug grin. He knew his sister lived a life outside of them; as did carson, but this was the one the two of them enjoyed. The one where they towered over their older sister as she stood between them, where she couldn't escape from their... attention.

christian watched the way she snapped back, watching how she turned and spoke with a disdain he certainly didn't approve of her using. while carson had always been the more blunt of the two; christian had always carried a natural dominance which was exactly what encouraged his next swift action as he pulled a hand from her thigh and curled it around her jaw, guiding her attention back to him as he let out a "tsk tsk tsk" as if the sounds showed the disapproval of her attitude - warning for the way he was about to speak to her in return. "you..." his head shook, using his firm hold against her cheeks to turn her to face him entirely while backing her into carson making sure she was fully pressed against his twin, "you know that you're a choice, lols... tell either one of us to go fuck someone again and it'll happen with you sat in the same room, watching one of us fill someone else's holes with the same cum we've both heard you beg for - consider yourself lucky that you're the one we want to be inside of.. i think we both know you're not going to like when that stops." he spoke without so much as a stuttered word, eyes locked on her features while his other hand moves between her thighs to let his knuckles drag between her glossed pussy lips.

"easy there tiger, no one called you a slut - and why would i? not our sweet big sister who knows just how jealous i'd be - we'd be, if someone else was making you cum." carson's words were maniacal in how he delivered them; in how he looked over lola with a primal glint in his eyes. His dimples in clear view to match his brother's as they both wore the same smug grin. He knew his sister lived a life outside of them; as did carson, but this was the one the two of them enjoyed. The one where they towered over their older sister as she stood between them, where she couldn't escape from their... attention.

christian watched the way she snapped back, watching how she turned and spoke with a disdain he certainly didn't approve of her using. while carson had always been the more blunt of the two; christian had always carried a natural dominance which was exactly what encouraged his next swift action as he pulled a hand from her thigh and curled it around her jaw, guiding her attention back to him as he let out a "tsk tsk tsk" as if the sounds showed the disapproval of her attitude - warning for the way he was about to speak to her in return. "you..." his head shook, using his firm hold against her cheeks to turn her to face him entirely while backing her into carson making sure she was fully pressed against his twin, "you know that you're a choice, lols... tell either one of us to go fuck someone again and it'll happen with you sat in the same room, watching one of us fill someone else's holes with the same cum we've both heard you beg for - consider yourself lucky that you're the one we want to be inside of.. i think we both know you're not going to like when that stops." he spoke without so much as a stuttered word, eyes locked on her features while his other hand moves between her thighs to let his knuckles drag between her glossed pussy lips.

[thedcvilherself]

she never thought much about her father’s over protectiveness. it never bothered her that he disliked every boy she brought home to meet the family. to her, that was just her father acting like her father. in a way, she secretly liked knowing that he thought she was too good for anyone to consider her their girlfriend. in the eyes of others, he was simply being a typical girl dad. she was an only child so it made sense for him to act in that way. now, she was seeing everything in a different light. the harsh grip on her waist, no doubt leaving a bruising mark that she would proudly show off in the next few days. evidence of what has transpired today. a secret only between the two of them. “always daddy. i always want to be the best for you.” she voiced in a desperate tone. a rush of air flowed through her throat as he released his hold on her neck. a squeal left her lips as he lifted her with ease and placed her down on the wooden benches. she’s never been happier for an empty sauna room. though, she doubts that either of them cared if they had an audience at this point. brown eyes looked up at her father. eager to have him close once again. she craved for his touch as always. nia placed each foot on the surface of the bench, making sure to keep her legs as wide as she could. wanted to show him just how sopping wet she was for him. “i want your cock inside me daddy. please. i need to feel you deep inside me.” she reached down in between her legs. slim fingers pushing her pussy lips apart. “do you like my pretty pussy, daddy?”

it’s unreal how she looks in that moment — skin glowing with the damp of her sweat, toned limbs seeming even more pronounced, her most private places on shameless display for him. it takes everything in him to not merely drop his towel and force himself deep into her with reckless abandon, needing to feel her inside’s no matter the cost to her, but her sweet pleas and cooing remind him to take care of his little girl. “i do, baby. daddy likes every inch of you.” he settles on his knees just before her, placing himself between her legs. his large hands drift up the expanse of them, appreciating every inch of her smooth skin, until they’re hitting that beautiful spot. his right hand cupping over her own, forcing both their fingers between the folds with a hum of satisfaction, making sure she could feel herself as clearly as he could. “you know where you belong, don’t you?” it’s why she was here and not out with whatever friends or boys were attempting to garner her attention, she knew where she belonged, knew who she belonged to. “do you touch this pretty pussy, baby?” and even as he forces both of their fingers to glide along the delicious folds, he already knows the answer. what were the chances she didn’t seek out her own satisfaction? that she didn’t touch herself in the safety of her bedroom? it was a question that didn’t need asking but he wanted to hear the words from her lips. “do you sink your fingers into this perfect little cunt?” and as the question leaves him, he does just that, shamelessly sinking two fingers knuckle deep into her tight core. “do you think of daddy when you do it?”

[thedcvilherself]

he was past pretending this was all happening because he was punishing her for stealing. that had just been the perfect excuse for him to show his true colours. his sick, twisted desires he had for her. if it weren’t for the opportunity she had given him, this never would have happened. so this was all happening because of her. she had no one to blame but herself. “oh yes, baby.. this is all happening. and we’re not even close to being done.” he flashed a sinister grin at her as his hand pumped his thick cock. the head of him covered in his pre-cum, eager to be buried deep inside her. it was hard to believe her constant protest when the evidence of her excitement coated the neck of the beer bottle she was currently fucking. she was practically dripping for him. her juices staring to pool around the bottom of the bottle. “that’s it baby, tell yourself whatever it is that can make you feel better because this is happening. you’re whoring yourself out to your uncle like a pretty little cock slut.” logan released himself as he reached out and placed his hands on her thighs. “you have no idea how fucking hot you look like this..” he licked his lips, his eyes full of lust as he let his hand wander higher but not before pushing her lower lips apart so he can really see how stretched out her cunt is. “fuck.” he gave her cunt another spit before he let his hands roam higher to pull the front of her dress down. “wanna see these tits bounce for daddy.“

by now, the tears are streaming freely down her flushed face, cheeks as wet as her folds and the neck of the beer bottle she continued to fuck herself on. never before has she felt such embarrassment, such shame— but there’s something under the surface too, something desperate and needy that she’s trying desperately to ignore, the piece of her that can’t help but eye his leaking cock. it’s clear he’s enjoying whatever horror she’s feeling for herself, for him, his words acting to only add to the filth of an already sordid situation. leighton’s petite form jolts as his warm saliva makes contact with her cunt, running to join her own wetness in coating the bottle. she’s already the most exposed she’s ever been, panties around her ankle and skirt hitched up, fingers that had pulled apart her lips to inspect her now tugging down the top of her dress, allowing her breasts to fall free, allowing himself more of her. the words send a tremble through her body and she’s choking back a sob. “uncle logan, please.” her stomach is in knots, overcome with the situation and the feelings she didn’t know how to decipher. “i can’t. i can’t...i can’t finish.” in truth, the most of her experience with pleasure was in grinding fruitlessly against a pillow, bringing her more satisfaction than the boys her age had ever been able to when in pursuit of their own pleasure, yet still not enough to ever satisfy her. “i learned my lesson, i swear.”

[thedcvilherself]

he knew it was only a matter of time until he had to let her parents to talk to her. they’ve been calling him every day asking about their daughter. asking if she was finally ready to talk to them. if she’s ready to come home. he can’t have that. this was her home now. with him. there was only so many excuses he can come up with until they start getting suspicious. not of him. never of him considering he is her grandfather and they know he wanted nothing but the best for her. but they’ll think something is up. that he’s trying to cover something up for her. the last thing he wanted was for them to come here unannounced, especially when she spends most of her days naked. fitzgerald hated the thought of them ruining the perfect little world the two of them have created at his lake house. “shit,” he groans at that all too familiar feeling as she feeds her sloppy cunt with his cock. fitzgerald finds that no matter how many times he has been inside her, he could never get enough. if he could, he would spend hours of his days buried inside her. cockwarming him as he did his work. now that’s an idea. “oh darlin’…” his hands gripped at her waist, pulling her flush against his body. he leaned down to kiss her bare shoulder, the scruff of his jaw grazing her skin. “this is right where you belong, doll. always on grandpa’s cock.” even her cunt knew. feeling her wall tighten around him as soon as she sat on his fat dick. fitzgerald’s hands slid down to cup her ass. her cunt was a slippery mess so it was easy to push her body upwards until only the tip was inside her before he was thrusting his hips to impale her back on his cock. “fucking feel so good. how are you still so tight around me.” he growls out as he slapped her ass. “show grandpa just how much you love him.. come bounce on my dick.”

the plugs were big but they were nothing compared to her grandfather, a length and thickness that couldn’t be duplicated, that marley wouldn’t find in any toy or any of the boys that would be striving for her attention should she have gone to college as was expected of her. “grandpa...” her face is burrowing into the warmth of his shoulder, body trembling as he pulls her to him, as he forces the rest of his magnificent cock deep into her. there’s an audible sound as he fills her, as he slides back into the place he belongs, liquids squelching out of her filthily. it’s impossible to tell how much of the wetness is her and how much is his leftover seed, knowing only that she was thankful for the ease it presented him in taking her again, even as the warm juices rushed out of her. it wasn’t just audible, it was visible, glistening off her thighs like a trophy thanks to the sun. it should shame her, if nothing else — the fact that boats could pass by his lake front home at any moment, that neighbors or her family could stop in unannounced to find her naked and whining. yet, it wasn’t even a thought in her mind; not when his hands were on her, not when he was inside her, not when she has him to focus on. what else was there to worry about when he was there to love her, to guide her, to show her where she belonged, what she was made for? “i don’t want to be anywhere else, daddy.” as if her words need reaffirming, his grip is guiding her back off his length, only to snap back upwards, a thrust so strong she swore she could feel him within her stomach. it brings a pathetic cry from her lips, tears rushing down her cheeks as her body is overwhelmed with him. “right where I belong.” she repeats the words back to him, somehow an answer to his question. there’s a desperation to tell him how much she loved him but she knows that’s not what he was searching for. he wanted to see it, to feel it as clearly as she felt his love fill her. her hands grip his shoulders, leaning back from the safety of his chest and lifting her hips, drawing her tight cunt back up his cock and back down again, slow and steady, savoring every inch with moans of satisfaction. her hooded gaze is locked onto his face, lips parted as she repeats the action again and again. 

[ntamed]

devouredher​:

he couldn’t help but wonder if her reaction was purely because it was him who had asked her to show off her body to him. if it had been anyone else would she had acted the same way? surely she should have known the consequences of accepting a job from a place like this. any place that are meant to serve men. did she not know what was required of her? most women knew the second the bill was passed across the country what their new roles would be in this society. he for one, didn’t understand their refusal. their protests of their new role. they claimed it would make them the bottom of the food chain when deacon thought differently. they are the reason men survived. they wouldn’t have to think or worry about what they needed to be because men would think for them. use them. so she should welcome his attention to her, even if he was her grandfather. when she finally gave into what he wanted, his eyes looked down at her uncovered cunt. so perfect. “i knew you would have the best body around here.. even your pussy.” he licked his lips as he reached out and traced her outer lips with his finger. “did you keep this nice and tidy before the law passed too?” he sneered as his eyes looked back at her face. “be a good girl for grandpa and get on top of the table. i want to see just how pretty this cunt is.” he gave her ass a hard slap before both hands wrapped around his cock, jerking himself off faster.

it’s  hard  to  hear  these  things  from  him  .  obscene  and  salacious  comments  coming  straight  from  the  older  man  she’s  adored  and  respected  and  looked  up  to  her  entire  life  .  coarse  comments  she’d  heard  from  time  to  time  from  strangers  cat-calling  her  on  the  street  or  in  the  clubs       —      but  never  from  him  .  it’s  unsettling  and  upsetting  and  a  little  heartbreaking  but  she  tries  her  best  to  keep  a  straight  face  .  tries  her  best  from  reacting       —       from  causing  a  scene  .  from  disappointing  him  and  making  a  fool  of  herself  and  this  establishment  .  she  has  to  do  this  .  she  has  to  adhere  to  the  rules  . . .  even  if  it  means  exposing  herself  to  him  .  even  if  it  means  letting  him  use  her  like  she’s  some  common  slut  and  not  his  little  girl  .  not  his  granddaughter  .  she  shivers  as  he  teases  her  perfect  and  smooth  outer  lips  .  as  he  continues  to  make  crude  remarks  about  her  .  as  he  takes  control  and  makes  his  intentions  and  directions  clear  .  nervous  and  insecure,  she  jumps  as  he  slaps  her  ass  .  startles  at  the  sting  as  she  tries  to  avoid  the  sight  of  him  jerking  off  his  massive  cock  .  as  she  tries  not  to  think  about  the  fact  that  he’s  getting  hard  at  the  thought  of  fucking  her  .  she  listens,  this  time,  understanding  she  can’t  fight  it  .  hoists  herself  on  top  of  the  table  and  lets  her  legs  spread  for  him  .  lets  her  grandfather     —      and  the  other  patrons  in  this  place       —       relish  in  the  sight  of  her  .  because  she  has  to  .

[thedcvilherself]

♡ wanted plot: based on this post ♡ potential connections: stranger, free use, ex-gf/bf/fiance, gf/wife's younger sibling, niece/nephew, sibling/step, etc. ♡ written with beta editor, can switch to legacy. ♡ he is a test muse.

it had been too easy to get them in this position. with him, pounding them from behind, with their leg up. his friends blocking the rest of the crowd from seeing what was happening out in the open. even keeping them still for him by grabbing their arms and torso so they wouldn't move an inch. not that they could. gunner didn't feel any remorse towards his actions. if they were stupid enough to get high and drunk during a music festival, then it was their own fault they were in this position. "you're so goddamn tight. bet you like this huh? being fucked in front of all these people."

mere hours ago she had been begging him to take her picture; clad in the mini handkerchief dress she'd bought just for the festival, curls hanging loose around the face of makeup and glitter she'd perfected, she felt like the belle of the ball. now? now she’s hardly clinging to reality, covered in a thin shine of sweat and lost in a joyous haze of intoxication, her perfected look has been worn down into something else. she didn't even remember his friends beckoning her into this position let alone why she’d listened, as if the group would struggle to control her dainty stature in whichever way they needed should she refuse. “g-gun?” she can hear her brother's familiar voice, sees the blur of him as she casts a glance back over her shoulder. yet, the fact that he is the source of the warmth between her thighs, the manhood stretching her in a painful yet delicious way, is not registering within gwen's mind.

[thedcvilherself]

in some ways, nia has always longed to bond with her adoptive father. to gain his love and approval. everything she does in her life, she always looks to jack to see how he would react. if it made him proud or not. every achievement she had, she worked hard for because she wanted her father to love her. even though she can tell that he has tried to be the father she deserved to have in her life, she knows that they’ve never really had that daddy-daughter relationship they were supposed to have. so she decided to try a different way to bond with her father. to get him to notice her in a way she could have his undivided attention. a squeal escapes her lips as she found herself being pressed up hard against a wall. feeling his hard cock against her bare back only made her more confident in her decision to expose herself to him. “mhm, i’m gonna be the best girl, daddy.” she answers almost immediately, her voice a little hoarse due to the hand to wrapped around her throat. she liked it though. his roughness. “me too. i only ever want to get closer to you.” she pushes her ass back against his erection, circling her hips to grind against him.

nia had never been anything less than an angel and such was exactly how Jack and his wife had treated her since the day she’d entered their world. it would be a reasonable enough excuse for his over protection; for the way his attention lingered over her, for the warnings and distaste displayed in response to every eager, foolish boy that attempted to capture his daughter’s attention — at least, it would have been until that moment. the girl’s actions have made it clear to both of them that his watchful eye was due to something far darker, far more selfish, a secret that nia has brought crashing into their life like a meteorite neither of them would be able to escape. jack's all but growling, fingers harsh in the way they dig into his daughter’s delicate hips, her pert ass grinding against him like salvation he hadn’t known he needed. “you've always been daddy’s best girl, haven’t you?” it's with ease that he collects her into his grip, releasing her throat as his arm slips around her, lifting her delicate frame and transferring her back to the seat from which she had just attempted to leave. this time he eases her onto her back on the bench, lying her out as if she’s an art piece, settled back to appreciate the view. “daddy's perfect girl.” it's as if he’s correcting his own statement now that he’s faced with the whole of her, young and perfect frame on display just for him. it's not long before large hands are latching onto her smooth legs, drifting upwards and easing them apart, his breath catching briefly at the sight. “how close does my perfect girl wanna be with her daddy, nia?” 

[thedcvilherself]

it was twisted to think how glad he was she was able to put herself in this situation. ever since he got back into town, and had met his younger brother’s family, he didn’t understand the unfamiliar feelings he was having towards his own niece. now he knew. he just wanted to see her naked. to see her bare cunt. he had only fantasized it before after that. imagining her on her knees sucking him off in the shower while he jerked off. now he might be able to experience it because he was no where near to being done with her. she just didn’t know it yet. logan could feel himself grow hard even more as she eased the bottle more and more inside her. the thought of anyone being able to walk into his store and see her debase herself in such a way only added to the excitement for him. his hand unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down and freeing his hard cock. he began jerking himself off to the scene of her slowly bouncing on the beer bottle. not caring at all that he was pleasuring himself in front of her. “until you’re squirting, baby.” he grinned up at her before pushing his face in between her legs, giving her cunt a lick while making sure to keep eye contact with her. “think you can do that for your uncle?” he spat her her clit before he released his hold on the bottle. 

it doesn’t take long before wetness is beginning to pool from between her legs, her own juices glistening upon the bottle as they coat the glass, making her ministrations all the easier. pearly teeth are sinking into her lower lip, an attempt at masking the soft noises beginning to blossom within the depths of her throat, warm tears running down cheeks stained red with her embarrassment. despite her downcast eyes she can see the movement that her uncle’s making, cannot ignore the way he frees and begins stroking his manhood, enjoying the show he’s conned her into putting on for him. “oh my god.” her eyelids force themselves shut, as if she can distance herself from it all — yet, the mental image of his meaty length is as clear in her head as if she’s looking directly at it, wondering just what it might feel like, how it might stretch her. “no...” the protest comes out in a desperate whine, the speed of her hips making it debatable on whether the word is a response to his request or her own sick thoughts. “no.” it's with the contact of his warm mouth that her eyes fly open, entire body seeming to lock up, a trembling grasp drawn in as hips still and thighs tremble. her bright eyes are immediately faced with his own and despite the filth of him smiling from between her thighs, inches from her soaked cunt, it’s a gaze she’s unable to tear away. “please...” it's a whisper, pleading and pathetic, . “this is bad. this is...this so bad.” 

[swcctcrbittcr]

the sting of the slap sends a chill across her body. she can't move her legs from their position and her thighs tremor with pleasure and pain. her mouth is stuffed with him, fulfilling a need that his son never could, as much as he tried. talia nods her head, agreeing with him, needing him. the machine did what she needed, mostly for her viewers, but nothing compared to a real cock, nothing like deacon's forcing his way down her throat. she gags, spit gathering at the corners of her mouth as she tries to accommodate him, to let him use her. her eyes look up begging, her pussy wet and gushing and throbbing around the fake cock, her toes curling, all her desire focused on him.

when he had first met her, he thought she was too sweet, too good-- too perfect to be dating someone like his son. and while he had all the love a father could give towards his first born son, he knew he was far from being like his father. while deacon exudes confidence and charisma, his son wasn't gifted in the same department as him. and that is why he thought she was only with him for money. now he knows the truth. that she was nothing more than a whore. and suddenly she became more interesting to him. "please what, baby?" he raised a brow at her pleading before pushing his girthy length inside her mouth. the head barely fitting inside. he could only let out a snicker at how greedy her little mouth looked. "aren't you a trained little slut. so eager to get a big, fat cock inside you, huh?" he caressed the top of her head before moving to slap the side of her puffed out cheeks. "that fucking machine isn't enough, you need a real cock inside you, right?" he thrusted his hips forward, forcing half of his length into her mouth. not giving her a moment to get used to his size, he pushed more in until he felt himself in the back of her throat.

[thedcvilherself]

she wished she could believe that. in some ways she knew he would always protect her but never from his own self. if he truly cared for her the way he says he does, he never would have came back. now she was compromised again. how could she ever be perfect with him turning her back into some wanton whore who wanted no one but her own brother. even now. it didn’t take long for her body to want him. she turned on her promises of never allowing him to touch her like this. to see him as anyone other than her big brother. with the touch of his lips on her skin, she was reminded she belonged to him. his fingers finally deep inside her wet heat, she moved her hand behind her in between their bodies to cup his erection against her back. “missed your cock so much.” she confesses with a whimper. he didn’t compare to the boyfriend she has now. the one waiting for her with their family at the party. the one their parents actually approved of. but he wasn’t james. as his tongue eagerly moved inside her mouth, she allowed him to take control like she knew he loved. he was the only man who could ever make her submit like this. to let her body be used. “please, please.. i need more.” she choked out against his lips at the way he was fucking her with his digits. her nimble fingers worked on his zipper, pulling them down so she can feel his cock. “i haven’t been able to cum in so long.. no one knows how to make me cum the way you can.” with her free hand, she pushes her ruined thong to the side even more before she was lifting up her leg to give him better access to her cunt.

it was only in the depths of his own sick mind that the words rang true — audrey was a good girl, an angel that her parents and everyone adored and he didn’t believe any less to be the case, only that she had a deeper side, a more intense side that deserved to be acknowledged and tended to. it was the piece of her that belonged to him, the piece that no one else could ever have even if audrey wanted it desperately to. who could love her the way he did? could know her the way he did? it was a reality the blonde was desperately searching for but james knew the truth, that it didn’t exist, that this was the only truth that was meant to be. “i know, baby.” he cooed, as if comforting a scared child, reassuring them that their feelings were valid. after all, how couldn’t they be? no matter how badly she tried to resist even looking at him, he knew; knew that her body tensed when he walked into the room because she was fighting a desire to give in, knew she had stayed close to her boyfriend in hopes that it would keep her mind from wandering back to him. it didn’t matter, this is where she belonged and it’s where she’d end back up no matter how much she fought it. “audrey.” he groans out as her fingers graze his cock, member already hard and aching, similarly never able to find the reprieve it needed since he’d been sent away. His hand drifts from her hip to her thigh, helping to keep it propped so that fingers can delve in deeper, pumping into her dripping cunt with desperation. “they think I went to the balcony for a smoke so we don’t have much time. think you can be quick for me, baby? you just tell daddy how you need it and he’ll help you cum okay?”

[thedcvilherself]

she was had been the perfect person to turn into his own personal fuck doll. she was young girl who has yet figured out who she really is in life. he can manipulate her with ease. he could turn her into someone who only craved him. looked to him for praise and approval. for her body to only be programmed to want one thing, and that was to be completely cock drunk by him. it didn’t take much to mold her into being this way. “oh i’m sure it’ll get bigger. it’ll get so full.” he smiled, his thumbs rolling at her nipples. he then dipped his head down to lick at her hard peaks, his tongue flicking against it before he latches onto her nipple, wetting it completely before teasing them with his teeth. “i think you’ll look perfect, honey. no need to worry.” he murmured against her perky tit as he massaged the other. fitzgerald knew she would absolutely stunning pregnant. can only imagine her tiny little body, round with his baby. “now, i think it’s time for grandpa to give you some more of his cum right now.” he slowly removed both plugs from her holes, his previous cum oozing all over his lap. “fuck, i’ll never get over watching my cum drip out of your pussy.” he licked his lips before unzipping his pants. he was already hard for her. he always is whenever she was around. fitz picked her up as he pushed his pants off before nestling himself right in between her messy folds. “now how about you show me just how much you want to get pregnant.”

there’s a breathy laughter falling from her lips as he leans downwards, a youthful embarrassment that she hasn’t quite lost brought forth when he grants attention to breasts that had been left on display, appreciating her in a way that no one had before. in fact, no one had ever granted her any sort of attention the way that fitzgerald had, making her feel seen and loved from the instant she had arrived at his home. it’s no wonder she was so easy manipulated, prancing around his property as little more than a doll for breeding and devoid of any thought that there was something wrong with it, his assurance that she’d look perfect only tangling her tighter into his web. gentle sighs of appreciation shift into a hum of agreement, hips lifting in order to allow him the room needed to remove the plugs, the action drawing trembling thighs and breaths out of her. “grandpa...” she whined softly, grinding downwards in search of any friction. it was odd, despite how painfully full she had felt moments before, her body was now at the opposite end of the spectrum, painfully empty without the plugs or cum to keep her filled as she should be. it's almost not fast enough that he’s freeing himself from the confines of his slacks, hardly getting the time to make his request before she’s lining herself with his hardened cock. “oh...” a moan eases from her as she eases downwards, the plug having kept her stretched to a degree, though walls are soon clamping as she works to take the whole of him. “it always feels so good, grandpa.”