harlotcorpse

[harlotcorpse]

"oh fuck, little sis. i'm so close~ fuck. that's mom coming up the stairs. you're such a good little sister~ open your throat for me! hurry, you don't wanna get caught do you? what do you think mom would say?!" 😵‍💫

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Part 1 of 5

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my favorite leaf 🍃

[harlotcorpse]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mhmm!"

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

You looked a bit intimidated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Taking the family out for a trip to the beach now that it's finally warm enough. My wife and son are frolicking in the surf, but our daughter's had enough of the water and wants to kick a ball around instead. A rogue punt causes it to fly away towards the shore, and both my little girl and I run after it to retrieve the ball.

Im just tall enough to stick my head up over the sand bar. The wife makes eye contact with me and waves, eyes beaming and grinning with how much she's enjoyed out little family outing. I wave back and return her smile before returning my gaze to the event transpiring in front of me.

My little girl is smiling up at me with a strand of spit bridging the gap between her sweet, nubile lips and my bare cøck. She's sitting atop the ball, grinding her princess parts against the leather with a circular motion in her hips. She rubs her cheek back and forth along my length.

"I kicked it back here on purpose, Dad," She coos, each word coming through between giggles. "Isn't this so naughty... making your little girl use her mouth on your biiiiig daddy prick?" She returns the object of her desire, her own father's erect penis, to the dampness of her mouth. Eager as she is, only the first quarter is fitting. The little girl reaches up and places my thick, muscular hands on the back of her head and I take her cue. I press her further along and thrust my hips forward at the same time. It works, and now she can taste the first half of my dlck.

The head pulses and throbs against the depths of her throat. Each additional inch coerces a curtain of tears to flow down her cheeks but she doesn't dare pull back.

One final thrust and I pull her abruptly from my manhood. She can finally breathe again and gasps, before releasing a guttural shout and cumming on the ball as she rides it. Loud enough that I can see her mother look over in confusion. Luckily the crashing of the waves drowned the extent of the sound from reaching the swimmers, and they return to play without a second thought. The risk of being caught pushes me over the edge and I explode in pleasure. A riptide of my cum strikes my daughter, painting her cherubic cheeks and lips, her throat, and finally the front of her black one piece bathing suit in successive pulses.

She takes a moment to catch her breath before peering up again at me through half-lidded eyes.

"Thank you so much, Dad. You know how much I love when you cum on me."

Before I can respond with more than a fatherly pat on her head, she shoots up and over the sandbar that hid us and begins running right at her mother, who is now breast deep in the ocean. The globs of cum that I covered her with bounce and fall with the force of her sprint, and I can see thin strands glint in the mid-day sun as the fly off her and into the sand. My heart falls into my stomach but I am frozen as she nearly presents her mother with the evidence of my crime.

Until at last, she dives beneath a wave and dilutes the remaining cum into the ocean. My daughter paddles through the waves out to her mother and clings to her tightly, too short to reach the bottom at this depth. Both girls giggle and wave as I, too, return to the water. My little girl sticks her tongue out at me. An innocent action to most, but I can sense that she's teasing me directly about almost revealing our love to her mother.

Perhaps I should punish her later for that.

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You wake up to fingertips tracing your nipples in light, ticklish circles through the t-shirt you sleep in. At first you think you are doing it yourself, wouldn’t be the first time you wake up in the middle of the night to fondle yourself with barely any coherent thoughts in your head. But… no, you can feel your hands and the ones on your chest are not yours. They are too big, too rough. Besides, you start to notice how the mattress is dipped by a weight behind you, how there’s a warm, wet, heavy breath against your ear and a bulge resting on your ass.

If there was a moment of concern, instinctive fear of a stranger, an intruder, it dissipates like sea foam when you recognize the rhythm of that heavy breath, when the scent of familiar shampoo and familiar sweat fill your lungs, and instead, you allow yourself to be exasperated and annoyed.

“Dad…?” you murmur, lifting your head a little to glance over your shoulder at his dark silhouette, “What the hell?”

A deep, hoarse chuckle causes the broad chest against your back to rumble.

“Didn’t expect you to wake up, sweetie,” he hums, and kisses your hair, “I just needed something nice. You can go back to sleep…”

You suck in a sharp breath as he tugs at your nipple. How the fuck are you supposed to get any sleep like this?

“Like I could,” your hand finds his as it softly gropes your chest, and the contrast in size is stark, “Seriously, can we not do this now? I have an early morning.”

“You and me both, kiddo,” he leans close, and you can smell something in his breath, perhaps beer, and he nips at your ear, “C’mon, just calm down and let me have this. I’ll be done in a sec. Alright, sweetheart?”

“…Fine.”

“That’s my girl.”

You sigh, and try to relax. Fine, when he’s gentle, it does feel nice when he plays with your tits. You doubt you can fall asleep if he touches your nipples too much, little shocks of sensitivity too sharp to be ignored, but for now, this is alright. You close your eyes and nuzzle into your pillow, your body languid against his.

He tugs your pajama pants down, just below your ass. And your eyes snap open in the dark when you feel something definitely not covered in latex poking at you.

“What— Dad, where’s the condom?” you ask, and your father wraps his arms around you, a gentle embrace yet it’s just to keep you from squirming away as his cock nudges between your thighs.

“Shh, shhhh…”

“Dad, I’m serious, put it on…!”

“Relax, sweetheart. It’s not going to go in, so there’s no need for that,” he murmurs and kisses your ear as the back of his cock slides against you, hot and velvety smooth and bare and a helpless whimper escapes your throat.

You have never felt your father’s cock like that before. Never allowed yourself to. He’d pay for pills — probably — if you wanted them, but you don’t. You have told yourself and him that it would be too much of a hassle to get them, too much to remember every day, side effects, blah blah, but the real reason might just be that you have wanted him to wear condoms — you need that thin layer of latex between you, one layer of separation, as if that would somehow mean you weren’t letting your father fuck you on the regular. You have never allowed your cunt to learn what its maker really feels like.

But now…

“Oh, sweetheart…” your father groans in your ear, and you can barely breathe when his cock catches dangerously close to your hole for a second, just before it pushes against your clit and pops out from between your thighs.

“…Dad, we can’t do this,” you whisper, your voice fragile and tense and sounding anything but yours. You can feel him throb against your pussy, and it leaves you lightheaded. Focus, focus, this shouldn’t be happening!

“What if— I-I mean, there’s always a risk, if something gets in—” you say heavily. You’re feeling delirious.

“Nothing bad’s going to happen, sweetie,” he says, emphasizing every word in that infuriatingly condescending tone he has always used whenever you voiced your childish worries to him, “Just trust your old man.”

You don’t, but you can’t be quite sure who do you trust less: him, or yourself, when he starts to slowly fuck your thighs, and you feel how easily his cock slides against you when your own slick coats it, dripping down your thighs. You press your face into the pillow, biting back a moan when you feel yourself clench around nothing.

“Can I put it inside? Just for a minute, baby?”

“Wh- no! No, no no no, dad!” you whine, just as much to yourself as to him. The sickening shame you thought you had buried long ago rises like bile in your stomach when you realize just how badly you want to say “yes”. You have made peace with what you and your father do, you have told yourself that those things are okay. But you don’t want anything more, you can’t want anything more lest you fall into some dark, hungering pit—

The head of his cock catches onto your hole again, and this time, it starts to push up instead of past it. Your father barely needs to stretch you at all for him to sink into you, and you hear yourself moan, deep and earnest like a stupid animal.

“Whoops, it slipped,” he chuckles hoarsely, and grabs you, one hand on your hip and the other tenderly holding your throat, “Well, since it’s already in…”

“Dad…!” you cry out as he starts to fuck you, but you don’t even know why. For him to stop, maybe, to stop teaching you what your father’s bare cock feels like. You won’t be able to forget it anymore, and you know you won’t be able to say “no” to him anymore.

“You don’t mind, do you sweetie?”

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[harlotcorpse]

can't stop thinking about my brother sneaking in to my room to just jerk off to my pussy. but he gets greedy and starts touching, jerking his dick by my hole. and then he can't help it and jerks his dick inside me. and then he's just fucking my pussy until i'm awake and crying for him to stop. god i need my brother to rape me so fucking bad

[harlotcorpse]

inspired by smth someone messaged me recently...

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

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

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

Well, turns out the neighbour.

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

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

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

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

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

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

it was optimal, really

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

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

but everything within is dormant.

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

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

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

stepping around the door - he saw her body.

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

there i lay.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

maybe she was having a wet dream.

the neighbour didnt know and didnt care.

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

he couldn't stop himself.

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

he cant hold it much longer -

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

my body stirs and he feels the need to leave.

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

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

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

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

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new law to be passed: the freeuse act.

any girls in public are subject to being grabbed, groped and used wherever and whenever!

now that girl that wears cute low cut tops n short skirts that have you wondering what she looks like beneath is subject to your mercy - feel free to rip her top off and pull her skirt to the floor without facing any charges - fuck her in public guilt-free, because whether she begs, cries or pleads leave her alone, now it's your right to ignore her wishes!

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normalize me reducing you to your tits.

normalize me pinching your tits through your shirt, mid sentence, and making fun of you when you lose you train of thought.

normalize me tugging your stupid shirt down under your tits in public and you walking around with them out because you’re not allowed to cover them up.

normalize me referring to you by your tits, looking at your tits when i address you, and leading you around by pinching a nipple and pulling you along.

normalize me introducing you to my friends and instead of a handshake, they formalize the introduction by groping your tits and complimenting me for finding such a docile slut.

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It’s all fun and games until you’re being talked down to by a man. The feminist side of me causes my thoughts to turn angry in defense. When I realize that it isn’t just a game for you, but you truly believe that women were less.

I try to argue back, but you shut me up by demanding me to shut my mouth and go kneel at the toilet.

“But Sir, I was just trying to—“

“Go now Piggy.”

All of the pride and dignity I carry every single day quickly leaves me. I’m a trembling mess, but I oblige…. Why? Because I want this man’s attention. I don’t want to fuck it up with my dumb feminist attitude. I need my dyke pride to be stripped away until I am just a piece of meat for a man’s entertainment.

I kneel at the toilet and wait for his instructions like a good girl.