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A/N: Probably not what you thought of, Nonny, still I hope you like it. It turned me on quite a bit.

Colourful clams

Tags: disney porn, Ariel/sisters, Triton voyeur, incest, oral, masturbation

Triton, king of the sea and sovereign of Atlantica, was swimming through his palace, lost in thought, when all of a sudden a fine, sticky line landed on his lips. Acting completely on a reflex, his lips parted and his tongue licked off the stickiness - and a violent shudder rushed through him. The king of Atlantica stopped dead as pure testosterone shot through his aged body. His blood heated up within seconds and, thrilled by the spike of youth and male strength he felt, he inhaled this rejuvenating exudate once more. Ah, yes. He’s been through this six times already, he mused as his tongue licked his lips. A melancholic smile spread on his face as he remembered the other times one of his daughters had reached sexual maturity. It’s always a joyous event when a mermaid matures and in his head he is already planning the traditional celebration when he realizes that he is still drinking his daughter’s juice, an exudate produces deep within her vagina, normally hidden underneath her scales but blooming in plain sight at least once a month, in vibrant colours to attract mermen to breed it. With age the mermaids are able to control the muscle that exposes the vagina, but teenage mermaids lack those abilities…to every merman’s joy, that is. He, too, had been a big “clam-spotter” in his days, meeting up with his friends and enjoying the vibrant colours of teenage puss everywhere. Ah, great times. When he had been sure no one was watching, he had even stolen a few glimpses of his daughters’ vaginas, one prettier than the other. And right now he couldn’t help but wonder what Ariel’s would look like. She was so much like her mother…would her clam look like hers, as well? Triton decided to search for his favourite daughter, easily following the trail she left in the water - and shamelessly tasting some more of it. By the time he reached the girls’ quarters, the balls beneath his fishtail were bulging beneath the green scales. He heard laughter behind the pink curtain and decided to just peep into the room instead of swimming in. Vibrant colours greeted him and once again, Triton opened his mouth. Tastes exploded on his taste buds and his tongue darted out and licked the water.

There they were, all of his seven daughters, gathered in a little circle, showing off their vaginas to their youngest. “Oh, they’re all so beautiful!” Ariel exclaimed excitedly and swam up to Alana’s fishtail, who had bent over one of the seats, and tenderly stroke the bright red, puffy lips of her sister’s vagina. A surprised gasp left Alana’s lips, a sound that ran through Triton’s spine like a single drop of water. “Now look at mine, Ariel!” Arista exclaimed and lifted her tail, the bright yellow mermaid pussy in contrast with her red fishtail. Ariel came, looked, and stroked. Arista’s tail quivered excitedly and a gush of thick white exudate shot out of her little hole. Triton held his breath as Ariel picked it up with her hands and drank it without hesitance. His youngest daughter was as daring and rule-breaking as ever. “Ariel!” Attina chided her angrily, “you mustn’t drink this! This is not for you! Hasn’t Daddy talked to you about this?” “No.” Oh oh. Busted, the old man thought sheepishly. “Of course he hasn’t”, Ardella spoke, “he had barely been able to talk to me and he hasn’t talked to Andrina, either. If Mommy hadn’t talked to you, we wouldn’t know anything but the basics.” “What basics?” Ariel asked and Triton could see the curiosity sparkle in her big blue eyes even from his hiding place. “How mermaid and merman mate, silly. This is what you have this for. This is what your body wants right now. A big, long merman rod.” “Aquata!” “What? Did you forget how it was the first time? It was terrible. It felt like your fishtail had this pulsating, burning hole. For several days I was sure I would run full of water, sink to the ground and never be able to swim again.” The girls laughed at that and Triton couldn’t help but smile, even though his ears were quite red. This wasn’t talk a merman, or a father, should hear. This was maiden talk, something secret and private. Although merpeople society was pretty open about sexuality - since their organs were quite on display when they matured - mermen and mermaids didn’t really know much about the other sex. They looked, they enjoyed, but the exact functionality of the opposite sex organs were quite a mystery which everyone respected and never talked about. “Show us yours again, Ariel!” Triton blinked, instantly ripped out of his musings. He found himself swimming higher as Ariel bent over, resting her hands on the little rest of her dresser. Would she look like her mother? Triton held his breath. And when his eyes saw, his cock instantly swelled, the thick tip being pushed past the scales out in the open. His mouth filled with saliva as he beheld the beauty that was his youngest daughter’s pussy: small she was, so deliciously small, the lips a light pink, almost fleshy, puffy, looking smooth and incredibly soft. What a pretty little clam, he thought lovingly and his hand wandered down to his cock. As his other daughters gathered around and touched their sister’s puss, the old king of the sea lurked his cock out of his sheath with long, relishing strokes. “Give us some of your juice, sister.” “You just said I mustn’t, Attina.” “Oh, whatever. There are no men for us in the foreseeable future, anyway. Also, from personal experience, I can tell that you can produce lots and lots of this.” The girls giggled and exchanged knowing glances. Triton’s eyes widened at the implication and the images that filled his head. But then his daughter’s little pussy quivered and he grabbed his cock as a gush of thick white juice shot out of her. When his daughters weaved their fingers through it and put them in their mouth, his head was spinning. Still, he stayed and kept stroking his fat cock, even more so when the others began gushing out juice, as well, for the others to taste. Ariel, his naughty, daring daughter, was the first to drink directly from the source. Triton couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw her pink tongue dart out and circle around Attina’s turquoise pussy before it pushed inside. He also couldn’t believe how beautiful his eldest daughter was when she came, her coral fishtail whipping through the water and her back arching. Her high-pitched squeal was like a signal for the others to enjoy each other because after that, there was no stopping them. Never in his long life had Triton seen something like this. This frivolous, obscene, immoral…incredibly erotic. They were kissing like lovers rather than sisters now. Although he watched every one of his daughters, his eyes stayed mostly with Ariel, his youngest, his favourite. She looked even more like her mother now, lost in her pleasure, her tail high up and quivering while Adella was sucking and licking her pussy.

Just as the thought passed through his head, Arista joined them and, kissing her little sister, she removed her sea shells. For one second, Triton marvelled at Ariel’s firm, full breasts before Arista’s hands cupped them. Ariel’s moan shot through him light a flash from his trident. He was pumping his cock now, his balls full and tight. His eyes were fixed on Ariel, drinking in every move, every quiver, every inch of her beautiful young body. He saw how the lust won her over, how the pleasure drove her higher and higher, and ajusted his movements accordingly, so that when she came, so did he. A huge load of glistening white sperm shot out of his old cock into the water, a million wasted lives. In his climaxing state he imagined his load swim over there and into each of these wanton, colorful pussies, impregnating them all, making them his in an entirely different way. An entirely forbidden way.

The ejaculate was just about to float through the curtain when Triton came back to his senses. Having no other option, he captured his sticky load with his hand and sucked it up. He made a face when he swallowed. He had never appreciated his taste.

While his cock swelled down and back into its sheath, he watched the incestuous orgy continue. It would be some hours before it would stop, his daughters’ curiosity - woken by Ariel - hard to satisfy. When they finally would stop, their juices flowed in their room and stuck to their bodies, the tide slowly carrying it away…and straight into his bed chamber, as it turned out. Triton couldn’t sleep for days, his old cock demanding pussy. It got so bad that he had to leave, feigning business that needed his attention. When Ariel kissed him goodbye it took all his self control not to put his hands on that still exposed little clam. He pretty much fled the castle and the city, clearing his head by fucking that sea witch for a whole month, his beautiful daughter in his mind when he shot load after load into that huge body…

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forthestoriestocome · 11 months ago

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Hi Nonny. It didn’t turn out that animalistic, I think. Still hope you enjoy it.

Truly savage

Tags: Tarzan/Jane, disney porn, defloration

The momemt he understands that they are one kind is magical. His hand is pressed against hers and he looks first at them with great wonder, then at her. Jane smiles.

But then, good heavens, a flash of lightning shoots through her body when the ape man, Tarzan, presses his face between her breasts. Instinctively her arms are moved out of the way and her back is arched. The warmth of his face seeps through her wet dress which clings to her perky little tits. His nose pokes into the side of one mound and his hot breath stiffens her nipple.

Jane pants at the sensation and her heartbeat drums in her chest.

When Tarzan pulls back, her breasts tingle with longing. Jane feels dizzy. Even more so when he cups her face with his large hands and pulls her against this hot, wet and firm chest of his.

He smells like jungle and wind. His skin is incredibly smooth. Her eyes focus on his nipple and she shudders when she sees it stiff, making her mouth water.

Even though her insides are in uproar, Jane keeps her composure. She is British, after all.

The gunshot distracts both Tarzan and her. And before she knows what is happening, Jane is flying.

Oh, what a magnificent feeling. It is beyond compare. Not just the wind and the thrill, but also Tarzan’s muscular body against her, his big arm wrapped around her waist. He’s so strong – what a mysterious, fascinating man.

But then, Lord help her, the air is knocked out of her and she is ripped out of Tarzan’s arm.

Falling, falling, the wind rushing past her ears, deafening her scream.

The ground is coming closer so fast. She’s going to die. She’s going to die!

Her face is only inches away from the mossed ground when Tarzan catches her. Once again the wind is knocked out of her.

While her head is still spinning Tarzan puts her in his lap and cradles her like a baby. Much later she will wonder if this was an instinctive act.

But now she is too confused and frightened to think. The world is still upside down and Jane pants.

She can’t breathe, the high neck of her dress suffocating her. With desperate fingers she opens the buttons and tears the white blouse open as far as possible.

In her panic she misses how Tarzan’s eyes widen and how he stares down her blouse, noticing a tiny brown spot on that awkward mound on her chest.

When her dress is pulled down her shoulders, Jane comes to her senses again.

“No! Tarzan, no!”

She tries to push him away, but Tarzan only grins and puts his face between her naked mounds.

Jane gasps at the sensation. It feels wonderful. It paralyzes her, giving Tarzan enough time to push her dress down with one strong move, trapping her arms in an awkward angle behind her back.

Now she can only watch with wide eyes how the ape man brushes her white linen blouse to the side and uncovers her perky breasts.

She really should have worn a corset. Then Tarzans’s eyes wouldn’t widen like that. He wouldn’t see her brown nipples standing up, begging for attention. But he does.

Jane blushes furiously.

“No Tarzan! You mustn’t look!”

She struggles to move her arms. Big mistake.

Her little tits jiggle and only draw more attention to them.

His big green eyes fixate them. Then he stares at his own chest, it being flat while hers is so wonderfully swollen.

Of course.

He doesn’t know the difference between male and female. So he really is the only man in this unexplored world.

“Your chest is flat because you are a man, Tarzan. I am a woman. My breasts are there to nurse a child. Men don’t do that…which makes me realizes that it makes no sense for you to have nipples. How odd…”

Jane is about to drift into scientific musings when she sees how Tarzan begins feeling his breast.

She bites her lip not to laugh.

And she won’t.

A second later, when his hand cups her right breast, she squeals.

Tarzan doesn’t mind, though.

This mound feels soft and warm. He squishes is again and again.

Jane is close to fainting. She protests weakly, yet she arches her back. Shiver after shiver runs over her body, pooling between her thighs.

“Oh no, Tarzan, you mustn’t do that! Men and women aren’t allowed to touch each other like that outside marriage!”

He reaches over and starts squishing the other one.

“God, if I could explain to you what social boundaries are!”

A moan bursts out of her when Tarzan’s finger accidentally brushes her nipple. This he understands, damn him.

Looking at her with those curious, open eyes, he pushes against it again.

Jane gasps involuntarily, looking back at him through hooded eyes.

Something changes in his expression. He lets out a little ‘hoo’ and begins attacking her nipples with his fingers. Within a minute, Jane’s entire body is aflame. Moaning in gasping she sits in his lap, her body writhing, her legs having opened on their own account.

Over and over does she hoarsely beg him to stop, but he simply doesn’t want to understand the word.

There is a fire burning between her legs, although she can feel wetness. Her underskirt is sticking to her labia and it feels so good that her hips start rolling, making the cloth stroke her sex. Once again Jane’s head is spinning, the stranger’s soft hands and strong presence and her burning body erasing every logical thought from her mind. Never had she felt like this before, so in contact with her body. Her mind had always commanded her actions, but not now. Now her body is in complete control, writhing and offering herself to the wild man holding her.

Eventually, her moving legs and rolling hips distract Tarzan from her beautiful tits. Due to Jane’s movements her skirt has hiked up to her knees, so it only needs one pull to make it fall into her lap. Her pale, slender legs attract him and he sniffs curiously. When his nose touches her thigh Jane moans and spreads them wider.

That’s when Tarzan catches the first whiff of her drooling virgin pussy.

A jolt rushes through him, right to his cock, and he puts her upper body down on the ground and pulls her ass on his kneeling legs. Jane’s legs lift off the ground and Tarzan takes and bends them until the source of this intoxicating smell lies in front of him.

Now that her feet are dangling in the air and the cool breeze – which it’s really not since they are in Africa, but the air still feels not as hot as her sex- hits Jane’s hot pussy, her head clears up a bit.

“No, no! Tarzan no!”

Horrendously ashamed that he is staring at her cunt, Jane begins squirming and tries to close her legs. She manages to scooch off his lap and away from him, freeing her arms in the movement. Her torso now completely exposed, she hastily rolls onto her belly to make her escape, but not a second later his big hand pulls at her foot and turns her around again.

They struggle and she tries to push him away, her little breasts bouncing.

As if to soothe her Tarzan squeezes one mound and then the hard little nipple.

“No, no, no! Oh, Tarzan, please stop!”

While she protests, Tarzan gently pushes her back on the ground.

“Jane”, he says and pushes against her chest, motioning her to stay.

The smile he gives her is so friendly and cheerful. This in combination with his gentle fingers is just irresistible.

“Fine. But only for a second”, she breathes in the end, her skin tingling with desire.

When she stays down, Tarzan lets out an excited ‘hoo hoo’ and nuzzles her neck. Jane giggles. It’s just too adorable.

With a hop Tarzan is between her legs. Casually he lifts and spreads them. Then he pushes up her skirt so he can look at her wet pussy.

While Jane tries to convince herself that this is nothing sexual, just natural curiosity, the scent of her cunt fills Tarzan’s head.

He feels something rise inside him as he stares at and sniffs that weird slit. He’s not scared. Mostly confused. But he doesn’t hesitate to follow the wishes of his body.

When he touches her wet folds, Jane wails. She wants to close her legs again, but Tarzan pushes them apart firmly. Then he touches her again, his fingers sliding through the wetness, scooping up the juice of her virgin cunt.

He looks at it for a long moment. Next, he sniffs it. Then he puts his fingers into his mouth.

Jane watches his eyes roll back into his head and his nostrils flare. A jolt rushes through her. She knows what will happen next, but she doesn’t seize the moment to close her legs.

Her eyes flutter shut every time Tarzan rubs his fingers on her slit to get more of her juice. And it feels so fantastic.

“Oh Tarzan”, she hums now as he pulls her outer lips apart. On his own he finds her hole. Without hesitation he pushes a finger inside.

Jane lets out a squeal as the first orgasm ever explodes within her. The wild man stares at her while her body is shaking, his finger still inside her, feeling the muscles of her pussy clench around it.

Funny enough, now he finally understands everything.

She is a female.

She needs to be bread.

Of course he knows how to mate. He’s seen Kerchak do it often enough. Technically, he would have the right to breed this female first.

But it’s not his kind, Tarzan muses. She is like him. Jane. Delicious, beautiful Jane.

He rolls her on her belly with a swift movement. His loincloth is gone a second later, his veiny cock hard and ready to satisfy the needy female. Jane, he reminds himself.

Grunting like an ape he climbs on top of her, his nose sniffing and brushing over her spine, while his knees push her thighs apart.

Jane’s head is spinning, her body still twitching from that life-changing orgasm. No one has told her that it would feel so bloody amazing to climax. After all these years wondering what the big deal about sex was, she finally understands. Tarzan’s innocent touch has taught her something very important about her own nature. And now he’s caressing her back so tenderly, causing goose bumps to spread on her back. Voluntarily she tilts her head and exposes her throat when he has reached it, momentarily forgetting that he is not a gentleman but an uncivilized, instinct driven male.

His soft lips brush over the sensitive skin on her neck and instinctively Jane pushes out her white little ass. Like a wench does she moan when he licks her throat. She still doesn’t suspect what’s about to happen when begins biting her. This in combination with his low growls only makes her hornier and she pants in excitement.

Only when Tarzan’s hot dick pushes against her unprotected pussy does she realize the fatality of her innocence. But before she can react his strong hand pushes her upper body into the thick grass, trapping her. Desperately she shouts at him to let her go as he grabs his cock and pokes around her wet hot flesh, trying to find her opening. He pushes against her clit and Jane’s protest is interrupted with a high-pitched moan. Arousal sets her skin on fire and switches off her head.

Even though she will deny it for the next few weeks, it is her how adjusts her hips so the tip of his fat cock finds her entrance. And she will insist that it hurt horribly when he shoved his cock into her like he does now with one hard thrust, even though all she feels is pleasure.

Dear Lord, so much pleasure.

Jane only wails and screams because society expects it from her. That veiny cock slamming into her over and over again is heaven. While she screams some more she widens her stand to allow him to fuck her even deeper. And Tarzan immediately does. He is hovering over her, his grunts so close to her ear, his hot breath hitting her neck. The wet noises of her drooling deflowered pussy mix into the music of their mating and Jane soon squeals with her second orgasm, this one making her eyes roll back into her head.

Tarzan loses his rhythm as the tight hole starts milking him fast and hard and he lets out a desperate moan, grabbing Jane’s bare ass. Erratically he thrusts into her a few more times, then he pushes his throbbing cock into her to the hilt. Something primal tells him to do this. And then Tarzan sees black spots. He moans and growls as his sperm is pumped out of his full balls and shot into that hungry pussy.

He clings to his female, overwhelmed with the sensation of his first mating. When he is all spent, an unknown feeling of peace spreads in his chest. Tarzan nuzzles her neck before he straightens and pulls his cock out of his female’s cunt. With wonder and curiosity he looks at the fluids sticking to his dick and running out of the stretched hole.

Jane is panting desperately, her mind still foggy from the rapture of her first sexual encounter and her ass still up in the air. She feels so empty now with Tarzan’s penis gone, feels horribly stretched out. She clenches her inner muscles and gasps when a gush of seed and pussy juice runs out of her fucked hole and down her slit and abdomen. Her vagina is sore and burning, still it is still buzzing from all the pleasure.

Oh, such pleasures!

Pleasure she was not meant to know yet.

Her head shoots up. Reality clashes over her, social as well as medical consequences attacking her poor mind.

She has been deflowered. Her social status as a maiden has been ruined. No gentleman would marry her now. But worst of all, she could be pregnant from this…this savage.

Just as anger and hatred are about to overtake her, Tarzan’s tongue plows through her sore slit.

Jane squeals.

Her entire body flinches.

And then, dear Lord, then it is back to heaven.

That savage is licking her pussy. He spreads her ass with his big hands and presses his face into her wet flesh, his tongue thrusting into her hole.

“Oh, Tarzan! Tarzan!”

While Tarzan just wants to clean her up, Jane is getting excited again. Innocent Tarzan doesn’t understand.

But he gets it when Jane rolls onto her back and lifts her legs into the air. His female wants to mate again. She manages to grab his hand and pulls him on top of her, Tarzan co-operating with pleasure.

He’s a bit surprised when Jane pulls his face between her breasts. Apparently, she wants to show him her heartbeat. Tarzan is listening to her rapid heartbeat and smiles up at her.

Jane shakes her head. “No, no. Kiss ‘em, Tarzan. Here.”

Taking one breast in her hand she guides Tarzan’s head to it and rubs her hard nipple against his lips. He knows that infants suck on their mother’s breasts for milk. So he gives her nipple an experimental suck. He flinches when Jane throws back her head and arches her back.

She doesn’t have any milk. Why is she so excited?

“Yes, yes, Tarzan. Oh, you wonderful, wild man. Take me. Take me, my savage darling.”

The more he sucks, the brighter her smile gets. Her breast tastes rather wonderful.

His cock is fully erect and throbbing again.

Letting out a growl as passion takes him anew, he grabs both her breasts and starts sucking them hard as he thrusts his hips forward. Eventually, his cock finds her entrance and with a loud moan against his female’s breast he slams it into that tight little hole.

He loves that hole. And he loves the sounds she makes.

She is so…wild.

He likes that the most.

Two more times they mate before Jane’s pussy is too sore to enjoy. She has no regrets as she rearranges her clothes after Tarzan licked her clean like the wild gentleman he was. She wonders about that. She should feel shame, at least. But nothing. Her entire body is buzzing with satisfaction. Maybe the shame will come later. Maybe not. Whatever it may be, she wraps her arms around him with a happy smile on her face and lets out an excited squeal as he jumps at the first liana.

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forthestoriestocome · 11 months ago

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People. I’m not going to keep saying this.

When someone is being submissive? Giving up some control? You respect that. They are trusting you, relying on you. Don’t fucking betray that trust. Educate yourself, be respectful and keep them safe.

When someone is dominating you, remember! Their comfort level is just as important as yours. They are relying on you to communicate your needs and problems. Don’t suffer something in silence because you want to make things easy or better.

PEOPLE ARE NOT KINK DISPENSERS. People are. People. With lives and feelings and emotions. Give your partners respect, because they are giving themselves to you.

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Hypnosis Tags: Jasmin x Jafar, non-con (for the largest part), sex under hypnosis, vaginal sex, impregnation

At a low call from Iago, he enters the chambers. The light from the candles on the wall behind him casts his shadow on the carpet. A quick movement of his snake staff and her bodyguard, this obnoxious tiger, his hypnotized into a deep sleep. Another wave of his staff and so is she. Silently he closes the door and the warm orange light is gone. Left is the cool moonlight illuminating the spacious room with the larg bed…and her. The jewel of the kingdom. His prize. The soles of his elegant shoes make hardly a sound as he comes to her, lifting the emerald veil surrounding the bed with his staff. Saliva fills his mouth and his member swells rapidly when he discovers that her gorgeous breasts are already exposed. Greedily he takes in this delicious sight. He’s standing right in front of the bed, the hunger for the jewel increases with every breath that makes her brimming breasts rise and fall. A side-glance to Iago orders him to leave. Sometimes he allows the bird to watch as he defiles her. But not tonight. Seeing that she will be willing tonight, he wants her all to himself. After the bird is gone, the royal advisor places the staff on the bed, next to her head, and sheds his clothes, his greedy dark eyes never leaving her body. He kneels on the bed, his cock swollen and throbbing. Almost tenderly he reaches out, lets his fingers run through that beautiful raven hair, enjoying the silken texture. Then he curls his hand around the back of her head. “Open your mouth, princess. Swallow my rod”, he lowly whispers. He knows his voice reaches through the mist of sleep inside her head, so he is not surprised when she actually does part her lips. Neither is he surprised when she starts sucking his old cock when it’s inside that sweet mouth. He has programmed her well. A year ago, he started to hypnotize her, program her to submit. She surely was a hard nut to crack, but so worth it. There is still some resistance in her, though. It only shows how strong-minded the princess is. Some nights she doesn’t do as he comands, doesn’t spread her legs for him. Then he has to force them open and hold her down while he fucks her. During one of those occasions she even opened her eyes and glared up at him as he had his way with her, thrusted roughly into her wet cave. And wet it was. It always is. He never had to train her body to react to his touches. Jamine might be a princess, but she is also a slut, her body always willing, that cunt always begging to get fucked. She comes every time he takes her and he greatly enjoys watching her writhe, feeling her greedily milk his cock for his seed. How mandy times he has filled her up he doesn’t even know anymore. All he knows is that his visits are becoming more and more frequent, and that her delicious resistance is melting away. Soon he might not even need hyptnosis anymore. This thought sends a jolt of arousal through his body and he groans. In and out of that sweet mouth does he push his cock, watching her cheeks getting hollow when she sucks on it. There is an expression of serene pleasure on her face which he only ever sees here, at night, fucking her. During the day she is a spoilt, angry brat who is making his attempts at ruling this country more and more difficult. Only here, with his cock in one of her holes, she seems not to despise him. If she would only remember how much pleasure he gives her at night, he muses and cups one of those beautiful breasts with his free hand. She sucks him harder and he gives her more of his cock. Slowly he fills her throat as he rolls the brown little nipple between his fingers, causing a little moan from the young woman. He likes how it vibrates through her slender throat and repeats the action. How well he knows her body by now, he muses as he fondles and squeezes her breasts. He would recognize them in a thousand pairs just by taking them in his large hands. “Undress, princess”, he orders her and pulls his cock out of her mouth, climbing off the bed and helping her stand. Spreading her saliva on his cock and balls he watches her. The moolight dances on her tender skin. “Lay down and spread your legs. Open your eyes and look at me, jewel of the desert.” He only calls her that when he feels like now, his heart full of tenderness for the girl. When her dark eyes meet his he kneels down in front of her - something he would never do outside this chamber - and curls his hands around her thighs. Her lips part as he pulls her arse to the edge of the bed. He smiles. She knows what is coming. Countless of times has he devoured her puffy little plum, had mader her cum on his long tongue. A whiff of her scent reaches his nose and he breathes in deeply, his cock throbbing more and more. But he’s in a giving mood tonight, so he ignores his own cravings and pushes his head between her thighs. A gasp falls from her full lips as he pushes his tongue into her cave. Before he does anything else he drinks two mouthfulls of her intoxicating juice, the little pussy eagerly producing more and more for him. Only for him. Letting out a long, satisfied breath, he licks his wet lips, meeting her eyes. Kissing her juice-coated labia in between his words, he whispers to her: “Your arms are yours, jewel of the desert. Do with them what you want. The rest of your body is still mine.” A light flickers in he reyes. His heart is beating stronger. Still, he keeps kissing that delicious little cunt, let’s his long tongue dive through her flesh and circle around her swollen clit. How much he wants to set her free right now. He wants her to be fully awake and concious, wants her to see what he is doing, wants her to feel the power he has over her beautiful young body. But he knows he mustn’t. Not while she is still fighting him. Even though it is hard to believe when she reaches out for him like she does right now, letting her fingers wander into his short black hair and pull his face against her wet little cunt. He sucks on her clit once. “Say my name, princess. Beg me.” There it is. That spark of defiance and hatred in her eyes. He closes his lips around her swollen cherry stone once more and sucks hard. “Jafar!” does it burst out of her and she writhes. “Please, Jafar.” With a satisfied growl he presses his face against her cunt and devours her like she deserves. He knows her pussy inside and out. Within a minute Jasmin is a moaning, writhing mess. He sends her into the abyss with his longe tongue fucking her hole. This cunt is all about getting stuffed. Hungrily he drinks the juice she offers him, his fingers clawed into her tender skin. His own needs and desires are pulling on his rationality now. As soon as she has stopped buckling he climbs onto the bed. Without further ado he pushes his cock into that hot, tight hole that is only his - for now. She stares up at him, her hands next to her head, as he fucks her with slow, relishing pushes. Her eyes are so big and beautiful… “Tell me you love me.” “I love you.” His eyes fall close. “Yes…” He pushes his cock in to the hilt. “Again.” “I love you.” He moves his hips, lets her feel his girth and length. Then he retreats, slides out of that slick tight cave to the tip, only to fill it up again. “Say it every time I push my cock into your needy little cunt, jewel of the desert.” He bends down to suck at her nipple, gets the words stuck in her throat as he pushes into her again. He can’t deny that he loves hearing her say those words, her sweet voice, a husky, shaky whisper. A few more slow pushes, then he feels her hands on his back, wandering down, down, to cup his arse and pull him against her. “I love you.” A shudder runs through him. He pulls out again, and waits. Only one seconds, then jasmin pulls him to her, pushing his cock into her cunt. “I love you.” Jafar looks up, meets her eyes. He pulls out again, staring down at her. She pushes him back in immediately. Whispers those words. His cock gets even harder and his heart is suddenly beating in his throat. These eyes… “Your arms are mine now, princess. I want them stretched out above your head. Now.” She does as he commands. “Your limbs are all mine. Pull your legs up to your chest…yes.” He pushes in all the way, reaching even deeper now. “I love you”, she says and gasped. In the far back of his head, he knows how dangerous this is. It’s just…those eyes…they cast a spell on him, as well. “Your body is mine…but your mind is yours. Wake up, princess jasmin.” She squeezes her eyes shut. Her head twitches to the side. Then she opens those dark eyes again, slowly, like waking from a long slumber. A few blinks until she gets fully aware of her surroundings…and herself. When her eyes meet his, the hatred he knows so fell flares up in those dark orbs and her head jerks up. “Jafar! What are you doing?!” “I’m fucking you, your highness.” “Wha-?! Oh Allah! No! Stop! Get off me!” Obviously she wants to push him off and Jafar can’t help the sly smile when she realizes that her body is not under her control. Her head spins around as she searches for ropes or any sort of ties. She chokes when she realizes there are none. “What have you done to me?!” “I claimed you, jewel of the desert. A long time ago. Your body is mine. But I desire all of you.” “NEVER! HELP! HE-AH!” He thrusts into her cunt roughly and a violent shudder makes her body jerk up. With wide eyes she looks down their bodies and gasped when he sees his hips pressed against hers. “No! No! You’ve deflowered me!” “Yes. That was seven months ago, though. You haven’t been a virgin for a very long time now.” Desperately she shakes her head, tries to reclaim control over her body. He gives her another hard thrust to show her that it is still very much his. When she begins to scream for help again, he only starts fucking her in a slow, relishing rhythm. “I would stop that if I were you”, he casually says while he moves his hips back and forth, “no one will believe you.” She yells again. “There are no bindings, your position is mostly submissive and willing…and your little cunt is so wet she is drooling onto the linen.” That shuts her up. It looks like she is feeling her own body now, and Jafar proves his point by picking up the pace enough so she can hear the wet sounds of her smacking pussy. “See? No one will think that I came here univited.” With another sly, humiliating smile Jafar bends down and - still looking at her - captures her right nipple with his mouth. jasmin gasps and when he lets his tongue swirl around the hard little nub her pussy grabs him greedily. “I’m going to kill you for this”, she hisses, trying to sound steady and firm, but Jafar hears the shake in her voice. “No you won’t”, he replies as he switches to the other breast to suck on that nipple, too. “You will beg me to fuck you again.” “Never. Never!” Oh, he has to admit, it is most enjoyable to argue with and simultaneously fuck her. The fire of her spirit is something that attracted him in the first place. Jafar leans back on his knees and fills her to the hilt. She gasps at this, her mouth falling open. “How does my cock feel, your highness? I confess I have always wondered how it feels for women.” “Set my body free and I’ll shove that staff up your arse so you’ll know.” Jafar chuckles and pulls out completely, only to fill her up again, teasingly slow, all the way. Her head falls back and her eyelids flutter close for a moment. “Actually”, he lectures her as his large hands cup her breasts and tease her nipples with his thumbs, “the anus is a lot tighter than the vagina, so it’s hardly comparable. But I shall prove it to you another time. Right now I’m quite content in your heavenly wet cunt.” In tiny movements does his hips move now, teasing that spot he has found months ago, while he keeps rubbing the flat tip of her nipples. The sight of her is as amusing at it is thrilling, jasmin desperately trying to fight the pleasure he showers her in. “Do you want me to make you come again, princess? It would be the second time tonight.” “No!” she screams glaring up at him, but he ignores her protest. “In the first night, when I took your virginity, I had to make you come three times until your cave was slick and widened enough to take me. You were so very tight, squeezed my cock so hard…I instantly came, without even fucking you.” He chuckles at the fond memory. “You came inside?!” she shouts in disbelief. “Of course. I always do.” Pure horror is written on her face. “You would have long been with child if I had wanted you to, my dear.” She squeezes her eyes shut in disgust. It amuses him greatly. “Although”, he muses aloud as he looks down at her tight young body, “the image of your belly swollen with my child and your breasts leaking milk as I fuck you is quite enticing, too.” With one hand pressed onto her flat belly, he bends forward and licks imaginary drops of milk off her nipples. Deciding to stay a bit longer, he licks, sucks and nibbles at her breasts until her cunt clenches around his cock. He looks up at her and finds her staring at the ceiling. That will not do. Her being passive…no, he can’t have that. “I think it’s time for another climax, my dear.” Her head jerks up. “Don’t come inside!” He grins and lets his snakelike tongue slide past his lips and around over her nipple, letting her watch. Her cunt clenches again. Needy little thing. “I meant you, princess.” With that he clasp his mouth over her nipple and begins penetrating her g-spot with quick little thrusts. She only has enough time to widen her eyes and open her mouth, then she comes, groaning loudly, her cunt milking him so hard he has to stay perfectly still to not follow suit. Pressing his hips against her to steady her he leans over her and buries his hands in her hair. Her eyes are wide open as she experiences her first fully conscious orgasm with him. “Yes, my jewel, like that. Enjoy it”, he breathes against her parted lips huskily and she squeezes her eyes shut. A tear rolls down her temple and falls onto his wrist. A shiver runs through him and he simply must rut into her with these fast, tiny thrusts against her g-spot, sending her into another orgasm right away, making her scream into his mouth. Their lips are brushing against each other and Jafar wants to kiss her so urgently it scares him. He bites into her neck instead, tearing another moan from those soft lips. Her pussy is milking him so hard he can’t help but shoot a load of pre-cum into her convulsing cave. But, with a bit of magic help he had used in advance, he can prevent orgasm. “There”, he whispers into her ear when she finally lays stil, panting hard. “That’s what you’re denying yourself. I can give you as many orgasms as you could wish for, your highness..All you have to do is beg.” She can only protest with a moan and a weak shake of her head. He sighs. “Foolish girl”, is his reply. Graciously, he gives her some time to recover, his body’s full weight on top of her. It’s rather enjoyable like this, he finds. Jasmin is warm, soft, petite, her pussy hot, slick, and tight. He could spend an entire night like this, on top of her, inside of her, just the feel and scent of her around him.

“What do you say, princess? Shall we do it again? My cock is still able to satisfy you, as you can feel. I rather enjoy fucking you while you’re awake.” Without waiting for her permission - when has he ever? - he begins a slow, deep rhythm. jasmin moans at the first push. Her juices are still flowing, he still is amazed by the wetness of this sweet little cunt. “Wrap your legs around me”, he purrs into her ear and she gasps when her body acts without her permission. “What witchcraft is this?” she whispers huskily. Jafar lets his hand wander underneath her body to grab her arse. Instead of replying he sucks and licks her neck, all the way up to her jaw and mouth. Staring into her eyes, he licks over her lips and darts his tip past them in a teasing manner. He could order her. But that glint in her eyes suggests that he might not need to. “You know you need it, jewel of the desert. A bit of tenderness, comfort…love…before I take you once more. I’m only offering once.”

He plants the sweetest, softest kiss on her lips and pushes into her deep. He doesn’t stop while he answers her stare, reminding her of the pleasure he is able to make her feel. He sees the conflict in her, the protest, the last bit of resolve. His thrusts slowly melts it all away. The moment she parts her lips is a taste of triumph which he will never forget. That the jewel is not only permitting his tongue to enter her mouth but meeting it with her own is a thrill beyond compare. Quite overwhelmed by it he closes his eyes and kisses her long and deep, every stroke of her tongue waking the hunger for more, to posess her completely. Moaning into her mouth he stems his knees into the mattress and begins fucking her properly. Every thrust deeper, faster, claiming more of her. “Oh, Allah!” she groans against his lips and writhes against him, her head falling back. Jafar stems his hands into the mattress as well and fucks her even harder as he stares down at her. God, she is so beautiful with her face lost in pleasure and her young tits bouncing up and down. The sounds of her moans and gasps mix with the sounds of their skins slapping together and her pussy’s smacking. Though Jafar has taken her countless of times before, it has never been like this - so fucking fantastic. His hips are falling hard and fast now and he feels his balls tightening, the friction driving him quickly. He is almost there when all of a sudden, jasmin unfolds her legs and spreads them wide - on her own account. A flash of red across her body, coming from the eyes of his snake staff. The spell…she has broken it. Panting hard she looks down at her, losing his rhythm. A jolt rushes through him when her hands dart down and grab his arse, pulling his hips against hers almost desperately. She is free. jasmin’s free…and she wants him. Desperately. The realization almost drives him mad. It definitely makes him hornier than he’s ever been in his life. “Yes, yes!” he pants and fucks her as hard and fast as he can, bending down and kissing her hard - and her answering eagerly - before kissing and biting his way down her throat to her breasts where he licks, sucks and nips at her nipples until she is a moaning, writhing mess. “Yes, my girl”, he pants against her flesh when he feels her pussy tightening, and he quickly grabs her legs and pushes them to her chest so her ass lifts off the mattress, allowing him to fuck even deeper into that tight hole. “Come. Come. Milk my old cock. Take that seed. I know you want it. Oh, yes! Yes! Jewel of my heart!” Their eyes meet as they come simultaneously, and they keep staring at each other the entire time as they ride their highs. Jafar shoots load after load into her pussy and she drinks it all greedily. Having completely lost his head and being overwhelmed with the love for this young woman he has buried deep within him, he presses a hand on her belly, the magic sizzling beneath his skin. “Take my child.” “Yes!” Another shot of cum deep into her womb seals their fate. Jafar only realizes when it’s too late. The spell is unreversable…

Author’s note: I’m fairly sure the shadow belongs to Jasmin’s father, but Iago made me think of Jafar and yeah, this story just popped up in my head. Hope you don’t mind. If you insist I can write a different story with Jasmin and her father to that pic. Just let me know. :)

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forthestoriestocome · 1 year ago

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Laundry day. I pull my clothes from the hamper and toss them in the washer. Digging around in the basket, I look for my burgundy hoodie. I know I threw it in there yesterday after I had finished working out. It’s gone missing again. It’s been stolen again.

Slamming the washer closed I march to my roommate’s door. Grabbing the handle I force the door open, catching the thief red handed. She’s curled up on her bed, watching a video on her laptop, wearing my dirty hoodie. Her expression is shocked, I can see her mouth agape, eyes glancing at her stolen prize.

“You stole my fucking clothes? Again?”

Stomping over to her, she reaches out to try and close her laptop. I grab onto her body and drag her across the sheets onto the floor. Roughly, I start to pull the hoodie off her. My roommate whimpers pathetically, her arms and neck caught in the fabric.

There’s nothing underneath. Her breasts and pussy exposed as I wrestle with her small body. Easily overpowered, she only holds on by being tangled in the sleeves. “I’m sorry!” She begs helplessly “I was going to put it back! I’m sorry!”

“You think you can just take what you want?” Furious, I toss her to the ground. Pulling on my hoodie again, I drag it off her; leaving my roommate naked and crying on the floor. Her legs sprawled out, I can see her wet crotch, soaked with her pussy juices. Her wet fingers desperately trying to cover her freshly rubbed slit. “How would you like it if I did the same?”

She tries to crawl back onto her bed, embarrassed and dripping. I grope her thighs and pull them open. “How would you like it, if I took whatever I wanted from you?” She whimpers, tears of shame running down her face. I grab a fistful of her hair and push her face into the mattress. Her hands still trying to close the laptop just beyond her reach.

Pulling down the waistband of my grey sweatpants, I force my cock into her wet little pussy. She squeals in a mix of humiliation and pleasure. She’s so wet I can immediately push myself all the way inside of her. Her hips try to get away from me, but her squirming only helps my cock bury itself deeper. I grip onto her hips and pull my roommate back into me.

She wants to take what belongs to me, so I take what belongs to her. I take her tight cunt, I take her dignity, I take her petite body. Possession is nine-tenths of the law, so now she’s my possession. I pump my cock deep into her tiny hole while she cries and tries to take back control of her body.

Her attempts are useless, so I make her useful. Fucking her like a sex toy, an object to be used. My roommates pussy gets more slippery as I fuck her harder. She tightens around me, her body responding to my attention. I remember my voice getting louder, groaning in pleasure. Drowning out her meek protests.

“Not inside.” I slam my hips into hers. “Not today.” The head of my cock taps against her cervix. “Not inside… mmmph!” I push her face back into the sheets to muffle her dumb whining. Her involuntary squeezing of my cock makes me cum hard. It’s been a few days since I had sex, and her pussy takes my heavy load.

Dragging her back to the floor, I unceremoniously shove my dirty dick in her mouth. Using her tongue, I clean the mess of cum off of myself. I fuck her face and throat with my half-soft cock. Relaxing now, I watch the video on her laptop while using her as a cumrag. The girl in the video is bound, tape over her mouth. A masked man forcing himself onto her.

Satisfied, I push my roommate’s head off my cock. I grab my hoodie off the floor and reach into her laundry basket. Finding a stained pink thong, I wave it at her. “I’m taking this for later. Since you think stealing clothes is okay, I’m sure you won’t mind.”

My roommate smiles weakly at me. Her face is red and messy with tears and slobber. I close her door behind me as my cum leaks from her pussy onto the floor. I return to the washer and toss my hoodie in with the rest. Turning it on, I pull her underwear from my sweatpants and admire her slutty cum stain. I smell her scent, and put my new possession back in my pocket

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forthestoriestocome · 1 year ago

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need a cute slut willing to bounce on my cock while all of my friends watch. please it’s for science

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forthestoriestocome · 1 year ago

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Your stories are so hot! Could you write a story about a doctor taking advantage of his patient?

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Thanks! I love a good challenge. Here goes nothing. Let me know what you think. :) Also, for others: I hesitate to write stuff like this because I’m sure it could be triggering to some. I’m sure this goes without saying, but use your judgement on whether or not you want to read.

You were proud of yourself, as silly as that sounds. For the first time in your life you made a doctor appointment all on your own. Turning 18 was one thing, but becoming an adult didn’t just magically happen from one day to the next. The only way to become an adult was to do adult things, and you felt that this qualified. Your heart raced when you spoke to the receptionist on the phone. “Do you have a preference on which doctor?”, the receptionist had asked. “Anyone will do,” you replied in a rush to get off the phone.

When the day came you showed up to the office early and begrudged the fact that your mom wasn’t there to fill out the monotonous paperwork for you like she used to. You were finding that being an adult wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. Just as you started to feel sorry for yourself you heard your name. You looked up to see a nurse smiling at you as she held the door open and motioned for you to come back. She took you to a room where she glimpsed at your paperwork and took your vitals. “Change into this,” she said as she handed you a medical gown. “Dr. Jacobs will be with you shortly.” With that, she offered another polite smile on her way out the door. You returned the offering then wiped the fake smile from your face as the door closed behind her.

No sooner were you done changing than there was a knock on the door. Your heart began to race as you saw a man step through the door. Suddenly, you were mad at yourself for assuming you would be assigned a female doctor. It hadn’t even crossed your mind that you would need to ask. You wondered, had your mom always asked? “I’m Dr. Jacobs,” he said extending his hand. You took it in your own, consummating an awkward handshake where he held your hand a little too firmly. “Here for a physical, I see?” he asked rhetorically as he glanced over your paperwork. You nodded. Somehow you had forgotten how to speak.

Dr. Jacobs approached you with his stethoscope. “First I’m going to listen to your lungs,” he advised before leaning towards you. His hand wrapped around your back. You could smell his body spray as you tried to avoid looking down the front of his scrubs. You stole glimpses of his face from up close as he alternated listening to your right and left lung. He was in his mid-forties, if you had to guess. Fit and handsome, with a five o’clock shadow that you guessed was a result of the long hours required of a man in his position.

“Now, your heart,” he said as he moved his hand to your chest. His palm pressed up against your breast as he moved the stethoscope around, presumably trying to find the right position. You blushed in return, suddenly aware of a tingling sensation coming from between your legs. If you didn’t know better you would swear he was groping you. You wondered to yourself, did the female doctors do this? For the life of you, you couldn’t remember.

When he was done he stood back. “Ok, gown off,” he said. You looked back at him, unsure if he was being serious. His look didn’t waver. There was no sign that he was joking. Tentatively you began to remove the gown. You thought about the fact that you hadn’t shaved in a couple of days, then questioned yourself for why that would cross your mind. You folded your hands over your crotch as you sat naked in front of this stranger. Your perky tits and erect nipples on full display.

He gently pushed on your stomach as he guided you to lay down on the table. Unable to keep covering yourself, you let your hands fall to your sides. It wasn’t as though he was the first person to see you naked. A handful of boys had had the pleasure. But you had never felt so vulnerable in your life. Your heart pounded as he groped at your tits. You could feel his crotch pressing against your arm as he stood close to the table. “No lumps,” he said. His voice was monotone and professional. He moved to the foot of the table. You clenched your legs together, in denial of what must be coming next. He looked up at you curiously. “Scoot down, please, and spread your legs,” he instructed. Reluctantly, you complied with his request.

“Is this your first physical?” he asked as he began to inspect between your legs. It wasn’t, but it was your first one like this. “No,” you replied, trying to sound relaxed. “When you turn 18 we have to be more thorough,” he assured you, clearly aware of your uneasiness. You clenched your teeth as you felt him spread your pussy with his fingers. You glanced down at him and watched his face as he admired your tight hole. “Just try to relax,” he advised as he slipped a finger inside you. “I just have to see something,” he continued as he pulled his finger up against your g-spot. You were vulnerable and helpless. Completely exposed to this man you had just met. You had serious doubts about the legitimacy of this exam. But, you were also human, and, objectively, this was starting to feel pretty fucking amazing.

You began to relax as he slid a second finger inside you. The endorphins were taking over and your nervousness was becoming a distant memory. Slowly but surely, all you really wanted was to cum. You ground your hips against his hand as he fingered you. Biting your lip as you softly whimpered from his touch. Your eyes were closed and you jumped as you suddenly felt his mouth on your pussy. There was no point in pretending anymore. You knew what this was, and you were too turned on to mind. You reached down to pull his head into you as his tongue expertly flicked against your clit. Your body buckled as you came. Your attempts to mute yourself were mostly successful. Judging by the look on his face, he didn’t seem concerned.

When he was sure you were done he stood up and pulled down his scrubs to reveal his cock. He was already hard. His precum glistened as it dripped from the tip of his cock. He spit in his hand, stroked himself a few times, then pushed himself inside you. “Oh, fuck,” you muttered involuntarily as he worked his cock inside you, stretching you far beyond what any of your high school boyfriends had managed. When you were ready, he positioned your legs over his shoulders and started to fuck you. The sound of his body slapping against yours filled the small room as your tits bounced in rhythm with his thrusts. It didn’t take long for you to cum again. Moments later he pulled out and stroked himself as he shot ropes of cum all the way from your pussy up to your tits. You admired the visual as he walked to the counter to find something for you to use to clean up.

He returned with some paper towel. Handing it to you before tucking his still semi-hard cock back inside his scrubs. Once you were clean it was back to business as usual. He made notes on his clipboard and told you what to expect next. There was some bloodwork needed, and the nurse would be back soon with a shot of some sort. He allowed you to dress, stealing a look or two as you did so. No doubt, trying to commit you to memory. When you were done he asked if you had any questions. “Nope,” you lied, sure that the questions you had didn’t match what he was willing to answer. He nodded, then turned to leave. “I’ll see you again in a year,” he said over his shoulder before closing the door behind him. “Yes, you will,” you thought to yourself as he left.

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