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"Come on now sweetheart, use your words" while i bury my fingers down your throat
"It's OK to cry kiddo, dad will be done soon" while I pin you into the mattress and pound your ass with no concern for anything but my own pleasure
Learn to read her body, her desires, her needs, learn those subtle motions that her body responds, entice her mind and her body will follow
"That's a good girl, you can take baby, just a little longer daddy's nearly there, " and you just know I'm going to breed your tight little hole.
"Of course I love you kiddo, this is how dad shows you how much he loves you" while I finger my cum back into you.
That's it kiddo, just a little longer, dad's almost there, dad's gonna fill your little hole, be a good girl for me kiddo.
No sweetheart dad isn't going to pull out
I see you there doe eyed wondering what it'll be like to call me dad as I rub my big cock on your tiny little cunt.
"I'm sorry kiddo I couldn't wait to take you, I promise I'll be done soon" as I pin you down under all my weight and rut into you desperately, before leaving your hole dripping in cum.
"No kiddo, there's no condom, why would I wear one when you're so pretty? When I need to feel how wet you are for me!" All while you plead for me not to.
"What's wrong kiddo? I though you wanted this" while you're dripping down your own thighs as I finger fuck you
"Hey kiddo" with the intention of taking every ounce of frustration out on you
"Its ok baby you can admit it," I know your bf isn't the man for you, that it's me you want inside you, using you, showing you how us older men turn pretty young girls into whimpering little messes.
"It's OK kiddo, you can unzip my pants," Of course if you do I'm going use your throat like my own personal flesh light.
Repost from Old Blog
It’s a philosophical day apparently but there’s something that’s long bothered me.
The “daddy” title has become more and more popular, but it is far more than a title that’s cool or sounds good during sex.
The title of “daddy” is a responsibility its kinda in the word itself. It comes with responsibility it’s actually in essence a parental role. You can’t just dip in and out when it suits.
Yes it’s hot when they’re whimpering daddy, but it’s also a reminder that they give you absolute trust, that you will be there when they’re alone, afraid, scared, need guidance. If you don’t want that level of responsibility then be smart and stick to less formal titles.
I’m an actual parent have been for 20 years and I didn’t allow girls to use daddy for me until I actually understood the responsibilities that come with it. That I’m as much responsible for their well being as a person as I am for their pleasure. That it isn’t a choice between the two, that I can’t half ass being a daddy dom.
It is a simple fact that if you can’t handle the responsibilities out side of sexual gratification then don’t use the damn word. They are seeking comfort and safety, guidance and security, and not giving both sides is just more damage and suffering.
A daddy dom(me) is supposed to end the cycle of suffering not make it worse. Of course we make mistakes and get things wrong but communicate, as adults, put the dynamic aside and talk through your issues. Be adult, be smart and be responsible.
A daddy is a responsibility not a throwaway word during sex.
"That's it baby cry for me, you know it's only going to make me cum deeper in you"
"Well hi there little one" with the intent of pinning you down and having my way with you
"That's it kiddo, you can take it" While you cry and tell me you can't
It’s ok to run princess, I’d run too, I know you’re afraid of the darkness we share, afraid of the need so deep it consumes you. That’s ok princess I’m patient. I’ll wait. You run, as far as you need to, I promise you, I’ll watch and wait, you’ll see in the end you were never not mine.
This little story of ours isn’t over.
“Hey Kiddo,” with intention of pinning your legs to your chest and rearranging your insides.
“That’s my good lil kiddo. You can take it” While pounding into you from behind, gripping your hips making sure you take every inch “That’s a good girl,”
(Or boy if you so choose).
need an older man to find me drinking with my friends and get me to himself. we'll talk and he'll order me more drinks until i tell my friends to leave without me. i'm completely gone by the time he mentions going home, so i give him my address so he can drive me.
once we're there, i expect him to leave, but he welcomes himself into my home, into my room. he slowly takes off my clothes, and i try to stop him, i really do, but it's useless.
he tells me how he'd been eying me all night, fantasizing about how and when he'd rape me. he tells me how he doesn't wanna hurt me, how i'll love it, completely ignoring my protests. it's not like it matters, he so much stronger than me anyways and i'm completely out of my mind drunk.
my clothes are off and i faintly feel him rubbing my cunnie, whispering about how wet i am so i must love it... is that true?
once he deems me wet enough, he lines his cock up to my entrance and unbearably slowly slides himself in. all the while telling me how good i feel, how tight i am, how he's been so patient for it.
i never knew i could be raped so... gently? he tells me how desperate i am since i'm clearly in love with his cock. moaning and drooling all over myself from being taken advantage of, but never slamming into me. i'm not sure if it's worse this way, having my rapist take his time breaking me in.
it's not until i've cum three times on his cock do i realize i've been begging for more, begging to be raped by him. he never really picks up the pace, which makes me sob at the speed. i think he likes seeing me cry because i feel him getting harder inside of me. he continues degrading me, raping me slowly, kissing my tears away, i'm so confused..
i think he impregnates me with how many loads he gave me, forced upon me. he tells me how good i was, taking all of him like that. how he's needed that so badly and that i was such a good rape slut for him, making it so easy.
"shhh it's okay, you're okay petal"
"don't be scared, you're safe with dad"
"you know i'd never hurt you, right honey?"
"i'm doing this for you doll, i know you needed this"
"please stop struggling little one, dadas got you"
"you're doing so well for your dad bubs, stop acting like you don't like it"
"you almost gone dumb princess? dadas dumb little fuck meat"
"that's it, baby girl. cum all over the cock that made you"
"take my load please princess"
"dadas sloppy little angle"
the confusion of his words would only make my brain mushier. if he loves me, then why is he hurting me like this? why's he apologizing?
i told him to stop and he didn't... but i can't help but feel good n i dunno why :(
i'm sure this is love... this is just how he shows it.. right?
dada who gets mad at me for turning him on. it’s not my fault my tight, short shorts make him hard. when i kiss him before he drives away after dropping me off at school, i watch how he shifts in his seat uncomfortably.
whenever i get home he tells me how hard it was going all day without being able to punish me for putting him through that. so of course he pulls down my shorts to spank me red.
of course his perverted fingers slip in my cunt before being followed by his tongue. it’s no surprise when he starts bullying me, saying i get him all worked up on purpose.
he’s just a pervert with a fat cock and an affliction for younger girls.. but how can i tell him that when i’m too choked to speak from the pounding he’s giving me?
doesn’t dad know i only get wetter i dumber when he threatens to use my face as a chair😖
the confusion of his words would only make my brain mushier. if he loves me, then why is he hurting me like this? why's he apologizing?
i told him to stop and he didn't... but i can't help but feel good n i dunno why :(
i'm sure this is love... this is just how he shows it.. right?
forced to do homework
born to rub myself dumb on tumblr :(