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I’m in the mood to be used as someone’s fuck toy. I need to railed so hard I forget my own name. choke me, slap me, mark me up so everyone knows I’m yours. I don’t care what you do just do it hard and give it to me good.

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I need to rape you and molest you and completely destroy your filthy pathetic little fuckholes. Rape you in the middle of the night when you’re sleeping and you’ll wake up screaming with daddy’s fat cock up your ass and my hand covering your mouth so nobody hears you being fucked within an inch of your life. I I know this is what you’ve always wanted deep down. A fat hard cock violating your worthless cunt

i just want to bounce up and down on someones cock till i feel them twitch and shoot inside me

Chloe and Daddy - Part 1 of ??

(Back by popular demand, slightly rewritten, but as a thank you for coming back here, here’s part one of plenty to enjoy.

All characters are fictional and are depicted as over 18, consenting adults)

I’ll always remember exactly how it started. How things went from “normal” to the wonderful place I find myself today. How my relationship with Chloe changed forever. And it all began one evening when I got caught.

I didn’t know that she was even home, but she’d come in early because it was raining. She must have seen my wife in the kitchen and just wandered past my office where I was meant to be working. Of course, by that time of day I was bored with work and so I’d moved onto watching porn instead of working (you know that’s what we mean when we say we’re “working from home”, don’t you?).

I wasn’t even aware that she was home, engrossed as I was in the video that I was watching. Stroking my hard cock at my desk, watching the girl on the screen bouncing on her “daddy’s” lap, squealing loudly as she got fucked harder and harder. Chloe told me later how she’d stopped and peered through the gap in the doorway. How she’d seen me standing, watching porn, stroking myself. How she’d listened wide-eyed at the squeals that the girl was making and the things she was saying to her “daddy” on screen.

Maybe if I’d realised that I was being watched, none of this would ever have happened, but clearly I didn’t. As I rubbed my cock faster and faster to the scene in front of me, I murmured to myself as I usually did. “Take Daddy’s cum, Chloe. That’s my good girl,” I grunted as spurt after spurt shot from my cock onto the desk in front of me. After a few moments to calm down, I sighed and started to clean up. I crumpled up the piece of paper from my desk and threw it in the bin, switched off the monitor and headed towards the kitchen to see what was for dinner.

My cock was still semi-hard as I walked into the kitchen and smelled the food that my wife was working hard cooking. I stood close behind her, pressing gently against her as I kissed the top of her head. “That smells great,” I lied, “have I got long before we eat?” My wife wriggled her bum back against me, giggling slightly at her naughtiness, and said “Not long. Can you give Chloe a shout – I told her to get changed because she got caught in the rain.”

“Sure,” I smiled, as my mind immediately thought about how Chloe was getting undressed upstairs and then dressed again. Rather than just give her a shout, I’d better check that she’s OK, I thought as I headed upstairs.

Without really thinking about it, I knocked on her door and walked in right away without waiting for her to invite me in. “Mum says to h…” I stopped abruptly while she just stood there speechless at the sight of her unclasping her bra in front of me. “Chloe, I’m sorry. Your door was just open a bit so I thought…. Umm… Dinner’s nearly ready,” I stammered and started to walk away.

“Daddy?” Chloe said. I stopped moving – she never called me that. Not in a long time, anyway. “Yes?”

She smiled slightly at me. “Can you come in for a minute? I’ve got a question for you” I subtly tried to adjust myself as I looked back at her, “Put some clothes on then, button”.

She grabbed her dressing gown and put it on, bending over to pick it up first from the floor. I stared at her little panties as they peeked out from between her legs as she grabbed it. She took my hand and led me over to the bed, making me sit down in front of her. I swallowed. “Wh..what’s your question?”

“Daddy…”she breathed. “When did I stop being just plain old ‘dad’?” I asked her. She grinned at me and shrugged slightly, “I just fancied something…different”

Chloe leaned towards me, standing there her dressing gown opening slightly. Our eyes locked. She grinned at me sweetly. “Daddy…I know.”

I was confused. What was she talking about? “What do you know?” I asked her, as she sat next to me. She stroked the back of my hand gently with her little smooth one, and rested her chin against me, her wide blue eyes staring into my brown eyes. Her hot breath against my ear, she sighed gently and whispered “I know, Daddy”. I felt myself get harder as she said it, but tried to resist. I pushed her hand away and pushed her back slightly. I jumped up – surely I was misreading the situation, there was no way that she could be saying what I thought she was saying. “I have no idea what you mean, Chloe, stop it. What do you know?” I demanded.

She stood up as well, standing in front of me, and as she did so her dressing gown opened even further. “I heard you moaning my name when you came earlier, Daddy. I watched you touching your thick, hard, yummy looking Daddy dick. I watched you cum, Daddy,” she whispered as I stared at her.

This was wrong, the only thing I could try to do was to deny it. I sat down quickly. “You can’t have heard anything, Chloe. I don’t know what you thought you heard, but whatever it was it wasn’t that.” I stammered as I stared at her. Her nipples were poking through her thin bra, and as I stared at the matching sheer panties I couldn’t see any trace of hair at all. She really was just like the video I’d watched earlier. “Cover yourself up, button,” I told her and she shrugged. Her dressing gown fell off her shoulders onto the floor. “Daddy, why are you lying to me? You want to fuck me,” her sweet little voice cooed, “why don’t you just admit it?”

“Chloe…ple…”I started, but she put her finger to my lips.

“Daaaadddyyy,” she sighed, “It’s OK. I saw you. I know what you did. I watched you give me a cum tribute.”

I was shocked. “A what?”

“That’s what it’s called, Daddy, when a man shoots his load on a picture of a girl. That’s what you were doing earlier, I saw you. I took the paper from the bin, Daddy. Did you take that picture from my facebook?”

I couldn’t reply. I blushed (how I managed to have that much blood going round my body, I don’t know). She’d seen me playing with myself, and not only that she’d seen the picture that I was wanking to – the one of her in her flimsy little tank top that she’d shared that week. Busted. What could I possibly say? I tried to stand up, but she took my hand in hers.

“Touch me, Daddy” she smiled. “Chloe, no…” I tried to resist, this wasn’t right. “Pleeeeease, Daddy,” she stepped closer to me, standing right between my legs at the edge of the bed. Her fingers were in my hair, gently caressing me. “Touch me right here, Daddy,” she purred as she slipped her fingers over her panties. “Don’t you want to touch me, Daddy?” she pouted. “We can’t, sweetie,” I tried to reason with her.

She shrugged and pouted more. “OK, daddy. But will you help me with something before dinner?”

“Of course, what is it?” I promised. Chloe turned around quickly wiggled her cute little bum and sat down on my lap. “Help me take my bra off, Daddy?”

“Chloe, no!” I pleaded with her as she wriggled more and more against me. My cock was raging and it took so much willpower not to pull her panties off and fuck her right there and then, but I knew I couldn’t. “Daddddyyyyyy,” she moaned softly as she rolled her hips as she rubbed her arse harder against me.

I groaned as she rubbed more and more against me, and my hands grabbed her hips. I started to move against her as she dry humped me, rocking faster and making little noises herself. “You want to fuck me, don’t you Daddy? You want to stretch your little girl, don’t you? Tell me that you want to be the one to take my virginity, Daddy. You want to be my first, don’t you?”

“Dinner!” my wife shouted from downstairs, and her little spell was broken. “Be right down!” I shouted back as I pushed Chloe off me. She lay there on the bed staring at me, biting her lip slightly looking all cute and innocent. “Get dressed,” I whispered to her. She just pouted at me. “I need Daddy’s help. Help me get undressed, Daddy, pleeeaase?”

“Stop it,” I insisted, “we need to go downstairs.” She just lay there looking at me, “I’m not leaving my room until my Daddy helps me.” I laughed at her, “Fine.”

She grinned and sat up, bouncing on the bed on her knees with her back to me. I quickly brushed her long hair to one side and undid her bra. “Done,” I told her, “now get downstairs for dinner quickly.” I started to walk towards the door.

“Dadddyyyyy – you forgot to take my panties off,” she giggled playfully. I turned to face her and froze. She was bouncing on the bed again, her perky teen tits bouncing up and down as she moved. She pointed at the flimsy little panties she had on and smiled, “Daddy, take them off please.” I could only stare, my eyes flicking from tits to her pussy and back as I walked slowly towards her. She lay back on the bed as I held her legs in the air, stroking her calves, then lifting her bottom off the bed, stroking it, touching her gently as she grinned at me.

“Take my panties off, Daddy…” she murmured quietly as she leaned towards me. “I want you to see what you do to me without even trying, Daddy.”

“NO. We have to stop. Get dressed and come downstairs,” I demanded before I left the room. It had got too close for comfort – we had to stop, this couldn’t happen.

How little did I know at that point. I had no idea that Chloe had set her mind on getting what she wanted. She was determined to give me what I didn’t even know that I wanted from her. And we were going to have a lot of fun finding out exactly what that was.

There’s no hotter sound than a guy moaning as he pushes inside of you

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still thinking abt when my gf made me moo for her while she spanked my cunt over and over and over until I came just from that,,,,, more people should be mean to the little boicow’s pussy that was so fun,,,,,,,

He is hurting me and I don't want him to stop