Doesn’t Dad Know I Only Get Wetter I Dumber When He Threatens To Use My Face As A Chair😖

“shhh it’s okay, you’re okay” “don’t be scared, you’re safe with daddy” while he crushes me under his weight and forces it inside

“Who’s a good little girl??..”

Need to pant “dad dad dad dad” while I get a little sibling fucked into me

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.

“I always take what’s mine. Doesn’t matter where we are or who’s in the back seat. I will ALWAYS play with my toys..”

Oral fixated girls were put on this planet to be loved & used by pervs like me.

never realized how much i truly loved being submissive until my ex boyfriend.

we were walking somewhere and i was walking away from him because i was mad at him for something. he was talking to me and telling me to listen but i just ignored him.

it wasn’t until he grabbed my arm and placed his hand on my throat to force me to look at him did i start listening

“look at me when i’m talking to you.”

and “yes sir” was all i could say back.

he made fun of me for enjoying being strangled. after that, anytime we’d make out he’d always choke me. just a little though, so i could still breath through his kisses.

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?