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ᛝ꣑ৎ Dear diary…
Each night, after Mommy is asleep, Dad comes to visit me in secret, his heavy footsteps a warning before he pins me down with his weight, his thick old cock pushes into my cunny. It stretches me so much! (。>//<)
I've lost count of how many times Daddy's raped my cunny, how many times he made me cum until I'm a trembling, sobbing mess. Sometimes it hurts a little, but I'm a good girl and don't fight him because I know he needs my tiny body.
After hours of playing I look down and see his yummy cum erupt into me as I feel those first few symptoms of rape-pregnancy taking hold. I know it's wrong, that a daddy shouldn't do these grown-up things to his little girl. But I know it's just because he loves me, and because my teen body is just too tempting to him.
But that's never the end of it…Oh no! Dad isn't done with me yet!
After cumming, Dad insists on using me as his own personal cockwarmer. Even when I can barely move from how rough he was, I do it because I don't want Daddy to be angry at me. ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀)
I feel so dirty, so used…but I love it! I can feel his hardening cock in me while he whispers filthy things in my ear. He makes me remember how I screamed and struggled the first night he raped me before his cock sucked the fight out of me. Now I can only moan and beg for more every time he fills me up. I can't help how much I love my dad, how much I want to be his forever.
I'll never tell Mommy, she will never let her know what a dirty, depraved little slut I am for my Dad! ♡
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I want Dad to rape my teen cunny so bad...˶˃ ^ ˂̵˵
My cunny's been aching for Dad's big, fat cock to claim it, filling me up until I'm sore and dripping with his seed. I want to be the little cumdump he uses everyday after work, the one he takes out all his frustrations on.
And I want his friends to have a taste of me too. I want Dad to see those old men gang-rape his precious little girl and use me to satisfy their deepest, dirtiest desires.
I want to be shared and bred like a dog in heat! >∆<
You thought you were safe, there in your own little place. A place you discovered years ago on one of your walks. Fortunately for you, I knew about your little place. I was watching you, after all. And you didn’t even know about it.
So how could you know that this walk would be any different from any previous? How could you know that I was waiting in your secret place? You couldn’t. And that just made it all the sweeter.
I saw you come in, but you couldn’t see me. Not until it was too late. By then, you were on your stomach, a knife pressed to your throat and your head pulled back by the hair. All you hear is a breathy whisper: “be a good bitch and MAYBE I’ll be nice.” The knife still against your throat, you hear a zipper and some rustling of clothing.
Your skirt is hiked up, your ass raised. And a grunt, as your rapist slams his cock into your ass. Every pump and every thrust drives his cock further into you, bulging your stomach. Your shrieks of pain only seem to make his cock harder. Every sob and every year makes him laugh maliciously. Until mercifully, he pulls his cock out.
Only to slam it back into you once again. Your ass bleeds around his cock as he rapes you, until finally, you can feel his warm seed fill you up. You try to curl into a ball as he pulls out of you, but he has other plans. Pulling you to your knees, the man makes you clean his cock with your mouth, fucking your throat until his shaft is clean.
And then, he picks you up, slams you against the wall, and violently slams his member into your wet pussy. Growling like a wild animal that can’t be tamed, he abuses your virgin hole. And every sob, every tear, every shriek only makes him love you even more.
It seems to go on for hours, mercilessly. He switches positions so many times, always ensuring you are uncomfortable. Fucking you against a tree, against the stone wall, against the bare ground. Finally, he fills your pussy up, then takes out his knife and shreds your clothes, leaving them hanging off you in tatters. Before he leaves, he lets loose a stream of piss, laughing as he says “see you tomorrow, my love.”
You thought you were safe, there in your own little place. A place you discovered years ago on one of your walks. Fortunately for you, I knew about your little place. I was watching you, after all. And you didn’t even know about it.
So how could you know that this walk would be any different from any previous? How could you know that I was waiting in your secret place? You couldn’t. And that just made it all the sweeter.
I saw you come in, but you couldn’t see me. Not until it was too late. By then, you were on your stomach, a knife pressed to your throat and your head pulled back by the hair. All you hear is a breathy whisper: “be a good bitch and MAYBE I’ll be nice.” The knife still against your throat, you hear a zipper and some rustling of clothing.
Your skirt is hiked up, your ass raised. And a grunt, as your rapist slams his cock into your ass. Every pump and every thrust drives his cock further into you, bulging your stomach. Your shrieks of pain only seem to make his cock harder. Every sob and every year makes him laugh maliciously. Until mercifully, he pulls his cock out.
Only to slam it back into you once again. Your ass bleeds around his cock as he rapes you, until finally, you can feel his warm seed fill you up. You try to curl into a ball as he pulls out of you, but he has other plans. Pulling you to your knees, the man makes you clean his cock with your mouth, fucking your throat until his shaft is clean.
And then, he picks you up, slams you against the wall, and violently slams his member into your wet pussy. Growling like a wild animal that can’t be tamed, he abuses your virgin hole. And every sob, every tear, every shriek only makes him love you even more.
It seems to go on for hours, mercilessly. He switches positions so many times, always ensuring you are uncomfortable. Fucking you against a tree, against the stone wall, against the bare ground. Finally, he fills your pussy up, then takes out his knife and shreds your clothes, leaving them hanging off you in tatters. Before he leaves, he lets loose a stream of piss, laughing as he says “see you tomorrow, my love.”
"Respect"
By J.A. Horner
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You'd been so curious about what it would be like to fuck your Father for years now. You grew up with him showering with you until you were almost ten. You'd hear him in the bathroom, or in his bedroom, either jerking off to porn or fucking some random girl who looked like she was probably still in high school. You used to love listening through the thin wall that separated yours and his bedrooms, and playing with your little pussy while the moans of the girl called out "Daddy" while he grunted and groaned, imagining he was stretching out your tight holes with the cock that created you.
You were so used to being a slut for the guys at school at this point, that you had the confidence to know you were not only hot and tiny, but that you could rock men's worlds with that pussy. Every boy you'd been with always said you were the best they'd ever had, and you've been both called back for more on numerous occasions. But they never did all of the stuff you saw in porn. It was always either doggy style, missionary, or cowgirl (and usually cowgirl because they loved watching your little tits bounce so subtly, and looking at and grabbing the hard angle of your hips leading up to your skinny ribs.)
One day, after freshly shaving your beautiful little cunny, leaving a landing strip (all the boys' favorite style) and with all the confidence you'd attained from riding cock so much, you went up to your Father's bedroom, wearing only a black tank top and your sexiest pair of panties (a soft, silk-laced pair of pink thongs that stretched around your hips perfectly).
You knew his undying urge to jerk off was hitting him. Through the door you heard the adorable moans of the step daughter porn he loved so much, and the soft patting of his hand pumping his dick. Without further hesitation, you walked right in to see his big fat cock being stroked so fast it was mesmerizing. It was just the way you always remembered it, even with that birth mark on the underside near his tip.
He stilled as he saw you had entered the room, and stared at you, staring at his groin, both in bewilderment. You couldn't take your eyes off of his cock, and he couldn't take his eyes off of you, scanning up and down your breathtaking body for what felt like minutes, even though he's seen you walk around like this before. He shook himself out of it, turned off his phone, and said, "kiddo, what the fuck are you doing?" As he made to cover himself, knowing the sight of his precious little girl staring at his dick made it harder than ever.
You snapped back to reality at his words, and softly shook your head, trying to loosen the thought of something to say, "I..." But you remembered, you came here for one thing and only that thing, and though your heart was beating faster than the first time you sucked dick, you composed yourself, and were able to say strongly, "I want that dick, Dad. I want to show you how good your little girl's pussy feels wrapped around your cock."
For a moment it felt like he might yell at you, and tell you to get out. The words that left your mouth fell off of your tongue like razors, but he threw back the covers, came towards you, and took your face in his hands. Your eyes watched his cock as he strode over to you, and it pressed ever so gently into your belly. "Look at me kiddo," he said softly. As your eyes met his he said, "you want to show Daddy how good your pussy feels huh?"
You nodded softly, unable to speak now. Maybe you had been too courageous after all. You thought this would have been easier, like it was all of those times you fantasized about it, but standing here now, realizing what was about to happen, you were lost in your head, and unsure of yourself. Your face felt numb save for the feel of his almost rough hands caressing your cheeks, his thumb tracing your lower lip. Your legs felt weak, and you were sure you were about to fall. Even still, your hands, so heavy now, like you were pulling them through thick honey, slowly reached towards his cock, eager to know what it was like for all of those whores who came and fucked him as if you weren't there.
"I didn't tell you to touch me, little one," he barked sharply as soon as he felt your soft fingers, making you recoil. "You came in here to fuck me huh? To show me how good you are at it? For what reason? Did you feel jealous about all of those girls I've brought home? You want to show Daddy why you should be his favorite?" He was stern. A smile barely teasing at one corner of his lips, his eyes never leaving yours for a second, and they had yours trapped in their gaze, like his hands had trapped your face.
"I...D-Daddy, I-"
"Ohh sweet little baby, you're getting all bashful now huh? Thought your Father would lie down like the rest of those little boys you fucked from school huh? Make you do all the work, because it's such a blessing to lie underneath you?" He was chuckling now, a crooked smile wickedly plastered on his face, and as one hand moved through your hair and gripped it tightly behind your head, the other moved down your body, squeezing your little tits, and running down to your panties, feeling their way inside of them.
You let out a gasp and your breathing was heavy now, as your Father started to touch your drippy cunt. "Dad..." You breathed.
"Shhh...don't worry baby, I'll take the lead, since you're too little to know what you're doing," he said, rubbing just right directly on your tiny clit. "Older men just aren't the same...Kiddo!" With that last sentence, he had grabbed your panties, enunciating the last word with a growl as he ripped them off as easily as if they were a piece of paper.
"Oh fuck! Daddy!" you whimpered, knees almost buckling, but his grip on your hair held you up. The other hand, having thrown the ripped pair of panties onto the bed, shot straight into your gaping, shocked mouth and tickled your tonsils.
"I'd tell you to get ready to be raped, princess, but you're already soaking wet, from both holes," he laughed and threw you onto the bed, climbing on top of you, shoving your ripped thong between your plump lips, and started running his thick cock along the lips of your tiny teen pussy, making you almost braindead.
You couldn't believe how dominant your Dad was being with you, not only because he was so gentle with you for your whole life, but especially because you figured he'd be entranced by the fact that his daughter was coming onto him. You thought that you would have all the power, just like you did with all the boys at school, but it turned out you were the one left powerless. Your Father, stepping instantly into his masculine energy at the mere sight of you, and the cursed words you had spoken to him.
Finally, after being teased for so long, tears welling in your eyes, he removed the panties from your drooling mouth, and you felt his stiff cock press against the opening of your drenched little cunt, and, looking down to watch him insert it into you, you said, "Yes, Dad! Fuck me! Fuck your slutty little teen dau-"
But before you could say "daughter" his hands had come down onto your mouth and around your throat aggressively, silencing you. You looked frighteningly into his eyes which were now filled with such an animalistic lust that it turned your stomach inside out.
"Don't mistake me for some pussy little teen boy, princess!" He hissed, right into your ear. "I'm not one of those little boys you're used to playing with. You will learn respect. You don't tell me to fuck you, you ask me to fuck you! You beg, and say please! Understand?"
His hands still on your throat and mouth, you nodded, tears filling your eyes. He hadn't yelled at you like this since you were a kid. And he certainly never put his hands on your mouth or throat. But something in you loved this side of him. So, as he fucked you, his beautiful little whore daughter, you did everything he told you to do, and you begged him for more, using your big girl manners: "Plea-hease give me more Da-had! Tha-hank you-hou-ou! Ohoh fu-hu-hu-hu-huck! I lo-hove you-hou so mu-huch Da-ha-ddy-y!" Your voice hitching with every thrust as he absolutely demolished your precious little cunt, taking sharp deep breaths between each thought.
"That's my good fucking girl!" He growled back, looking at you like he would give anything to completely devour you. "You take your Father's cock like such a big girl, princess! I love you too baby!" Planting kisses on your open mouth, sloppily, sucking on your tongue as he drove the length of himself into you and bruising your cervix. Fuck you loved how much it hurt for him to ruin you.
"I- I- lo-love y-you Daddy! FUCK!" your little whimpers of pleasure mingled with the undulating breath of you getting fucked as you watched his hungry loving eyes.
"I love you so much, my sweet child."
Hours passed as, over and over, he drilled his thick meat into you...into his daughter, making you squeel and beg and moan for him...for your Father, until he came deep in your tiny fertile womb. Load after load emptied into his little girl. It was the most intense and passionate sex that either of you had or ever would experience.
Eventually you blacked out after the number of mind numbing orgasms your Dad gave you, long before he was even done using you in your subconscious state. You weren't limp, you still bucked back, and arched for him and kissed him. You still slobbered all over his thick cock like an insatiable whore, so he wasn't going to just stop using you until he was truly exhausted (and still unsatisfied).
You woke up in his room, covered in drying spit and cum, leaking so much cum from your sore, abused little pussy; with a nice cherry-red ass from his spankings. Your neck and face...your whole body was pink from him choking and slapping you, mascara running down your face from the tears that were pouring out from him fucking your throat.
You crawled out of his bed, hearing him singing softly in the other room, his cum leaking down your thighs, and an effervescent little smile on your face, as you made your way to the living room where he, having left you in bed for what felt like hours now, was waiting with brownies and a bottle of Pinot Noir, your favorite Disney movie (Beauty and the Beast) your favorite sloth stuffie, and fuzzy Star Wars blanket.
He saw you, weak-kneed and hobbling your way out of the bedroom, and smiled devilishly at you as he came forth with a warm wash rag to clean your ruined face off (and conveniently ignoring your cum filled little cunny, a fact that you rather enjoyed). He immediately wrapped you in your blankie, and after kissing you gently on the lips, laid you down on the couch between his legs and setting your head on his groin. As you ate your brownies together and sipped wine, he played with your hair and the two of you laughed and talked the rest of the night, reveling in it as the perfect Dad and daughter couple that you now were.
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What's that sound??.....oh your dripping on the floor....
