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When she’s going down on you and you can see that her brain has completely shut off, and that she’s no longer even thinking about it, just falling into a slow, comfortable rhythm of suck

suck

suck

suck…

“B-but…I was…I was doing something…” she whines, her knees shaking as she grips the countertop, using it to hold herself up. The grey pair of shorts she’d been wearing, along with her skimpy black panties with the little bow on the front, have been roughly pulled down and now sit in a pile around her ankles. She’s leaning over the counter, panting and biting her lower lip in a futile attempt to keep quiet, her own body betraying her, sticking her ass out and up on an angle to make it as easy as possibly for me to continue slowly pumping my fingers in and out of her. Her soft, pale thighs are already glistening in her own juices, and the way she keeps clenching them together whenever a new wave of pleasure hits her is only spreading the mess.

“What were you doing, doll?” I ask, in a low, calm voice, right next to her ear. “I…I was…” she tries to push out a few words but I speed up just a bit, interrupting her thought process and prompting her elbows to buckle as she struggles to stay vertical. Her mouth hangs open now, spit shining on her lips, as she lets a few small moans escape her and grinds her ass back against my fingers, causing it to bounce and ripple. “C’mon, sweetheart, you can figure it out.” I say condescendingly, teasing her further. “You’re a smart girl, you can put it together.” I push my fingers a bit deeper, prompting a new symphony of moans and whines.

“Think, doll. You’re in the kitchen, the sink is running, you’ve got soap on your hands, what could you have been doing?” I lean one hand on the counter to get a better look at her face, and see that her eyes have gone fuzzy. There’s a strand of drool trickling off of her lips and down her chin, and her breathing is uneven. In a slightly higher register than her natural voice, the one I’d trained her to use, she manages to nearly whisper, “I was…waiting for your cock Daddy. I’m…always waiting for your cock…I had to get all my holes all lubed up for you…and get my clothes out of the way so you could see how wet they are and use them…please use them Daddy…please…” At this point, she’s practically riding my hand, so I take my fingers out and push her further over the counter, unbuckling my belt. She smiles vacantly and moans into a sink full of dirty dishes as I slide into her and begin stretching her out…

Training her to need cock so badly that she’s too desperate to even ask me for it anymore, all she can do when she needs it is tug at her clothes, bounce her tits, whine and moan, and look up at me with her big, needy eyes

Jerking off with my cock inches from her face, watching her look up at me begging and whining, because she wants nothing more than to take me in her mouth. Stroking it slow, so close to her lips, while she rubs herself through her panties and soaks them, making a mess all over the floor. Watching the moans intensify and drool drip down her chin when she sees the precum start to leak out of my throbbing head.

Did you like that baby? When I made you blow me while my dick was covered in our girlfriend’s cum? Did it taste as good on me as it does on her?

Making her speak the rules I’ve made for her out loud while I’m fucking her deep and slow, watching as it gets harder and harder for her to form words as her mouth gets wetter, her brain goes static, and her speech devolves into a series of high-pitched whines that sound vaguely like they’d started with the letter of the word she’s supposed to be saying.

Only the best for my princess 💛

How many times can your Daddy make you cum in one session?

I’m spoiled 🫣…On a good day upwards of 7 on his worst day he makes sure I get off at least 2 times.

Have you ever cum on both of your girls at the same time?

Most recently, last night, they just looked too good making out below me not to

“My daughter turned out fine!”

Okay ma’am, your daughter begs me to hit her harder so she can cum

She might say she’s finished, but another hour or two of fingering her until she’s a whining, drooling mess never hurt anybody

No honey, don’t worry, it’s totally normal for the necklace I got you to have a chain attached for Daddy to hold on to 🖤

Skirts only rule so I can finger you in public and make sure you don’t experience any brain activity

When her eyes roll back and she lets out that low, deep moan as you cum inside of her

No baby I still think you’re cute, it’s just the way you moaned, stuck your tongue out, and started rubbing yourself when I took my belt off caught me off guard a little

Soon Enough:

I lightly grasp her chin and remind her to maintain eye contact with me. She does, and by now there’s a desperate look in her eye, pleading, knowing that no matter how much she begs, my answer won’t change.

Her movements are growing uneven now, the slow, steady roll of her hips devolving into haphazard grinding, her breathing shallow and unsteady, biting her lower lip in a failing attempt to suppress a high-pitched whine from deep in her throat. “That’s it baby, keep going. You can cum this way, it’ll just take a while. Don’t worry…we’ve got all the time in the world.”

She moans greedily in response and pushes herself down harder and harder against my knee, her eyes rolling back and her mouth hanging open. There’s spit on her lips, making its way down her chin, and glistening on her throat. I can hear the slap of her ass colliding with my leg rhythmically over and over again as she soaks my thigh, her nails digging into my skin as she desperately tries to push herself over the edge. Her perky, round tits bounce sporadically, inches from my face, and she arches her back and throws her hair over her shoulder, breathing faster and faster now, all the while stealing glances at my rock hard cock with an expression that’s more than desire, or even hunger, just complete, unfiltered need. “P…mmmhh…p….nnghhh…puh….” she murmurs, trying so hard to push out a word that she can’t quite grasp. “Shhh, just focus. You’ll get there. Don’t rush it. It’ll come soon enough.”

Redirecting Your Focus:

You’re sitting in the armchair in your living room, idly aware of the sounds of the TV in the background as you read your novel. It’s an 800 page brick of non-fiction covering a small period of French history that you’ve been tearing into since you got it at the beginning of the week, after you’d finished another massive tome on the Ottoman Empire. Sometimes you could get so lost in your books, that you forgot all about the world around you. But that hunger for knowledge, the absolute need to simply absorb every piece of information about history, or anthropology, or philosophical theory you could was something you’d carried with you from a young age and never been able to shake, even if it did get in the way of nearly everything else in your life a whole lot of the time.

The sound of a soft clink on the accent table next to you brings you back to reality, and you see your boyfriend, quietly setting down a cup of tea for you before lying down on the couch next to your chair and beginning to flip through channels. He’s so understanding, never begrudging you for spending hours upon hours, or even an entire night sometimes engrossed in a book. Not like your old boyfriends, who complained about you not wanting to go out enough, or trying to feel you up while you were trying to learn something new. No, he’s happy just to bring you a cup of tea, and occupy himself quietly in your company. You couldn’t have asked for any better, really.

You take a quick sip of the tea, eyes not budging from your page, and idly notice that it’s noticeably sweet, almost floral, not like the chamomile or earl grey you typically keep stocked in the cabinet. Had he gone out and bought his own? You don’t wonder for long, your train of thought carried away following line after line of small-print text.

As you sit there in your chair, trying to process and memorize the countless names and dates in your reading materiel, you feel yourself getting hotter and hotter, quickly brought to the point of nearly sweating. You pull off your sweater and tie your hair back into a ponytail to keep it off of your shoulders, and try to go back to focusing on the book. After a few more pages, a drop of liquid hits the page, smudging the ink, causing the letters to bleed into one another. Are you sweating so much that you’re literally dripping onto your book? No…suddenly you’re aware that your mouth is hanging open, and a slow, thin stream of drool is trickling off of your lips and down your chin. Another drip hits the page, causing the ink to bleed, blurring a few more words together, and you find that even the dry parts of the page are starting to look a little bit blurry too. Your…your head feels blurry. Your thoughts feel blurry. Muffled and far away, your boyfriend’s voice calls out to you, “More tea, honey?”

You don’t even really process what he’d said, but your body responds, and your hands, feeling somewhat numb and not totally your own, reach over and pick up the teacup, putting it to your lips. You take a deeper drink of the tea this time, and its floral notes feel potent somehow, intoxicating even. As you gently place the teacup back onto the table, you feel the drool leaking from your mouth like a faucet, covering your breasts and leaving them glistening in the lamplight. What…what’s happening? You glance over to your boyfriend, slightly alarmed at the state you’re suddenly in, but he’s not looking at you, he’s watching the TV, and when you try to speak up to get his attention, the sound that comes out is far from words, instead a whiney, high pitched, “Nnnghhhh”. You’re alarmed by how petulant you sound, like a child begging for a toy at the store, not a tone you’d ever normally use for anything. But the panic at your inability to form words seems overpowered by a need, a hunger even, coming from somewhere deep in your mind, to fill your mouth with something. Something big. Something warm.

Your heavy book clatters to the floor, and you follow it soon after, dropping to your knees, your entire body shaking with need and desire. Spit trickles to the hardwood floor below you, and you crawl towards the couch, small, soft whines escaping your lips every few seconds. It feels like agony, your wet, warm mouth being so empty, all your spit going to waste all over the floor. Your boyfriend looks down at you, a calm smile on his face, and begins to unbuckle his pants. You need his cock to fill your empty, empty mouth, more than anything, and you need what’s inside his cock to flood your empty, empty throat. You need the sensation of his hand on your head, guiding you, to fill your aching, empty mind. You can feel that you’ve soaked through your panties and are beginning to leak through your leggings now too, they’re sticking to you as you rub your wet, warm thighs together, desperate for any friction at all to alleviate the absolute ache between your legs. As his cock springs free from his boxers, you moan out loud, the mere sight of it enough to lessen the begging in your mind, and cause the wet warmth between your legs to grow hotter and more intense. You can wait no longer, you engulf his cock into your mouth, absorbing his length down your throat, soaking it in your spit and wrapping it in your warmth. You feel full, you feel good, you feel content. You let an idle hand drift between your legs, and your leggings are so thin and wet that you can rub yourself straight through them. You moan onto the cock filling your mouth, filling your throat, filling your mind, a steady, “Mmmm….mmmmm…..mmmm” as you bob up and down, strands of spit soaking your neck and your tits, lubricating your entire body for the cock that’s fucking the thoughts right out of your head.

No thoughts left, just a warm, wet ache that sends a warm, numb pleasure shivering through your entire body when you satisfy it by pushing your master’s warm, throbbing cock further and further down your warm, wet throat. A voice getting further and further away know that there’ll be no going back once you suck out all of his thick, warm cum. You can only let out a muffled moan onto the thick, warm cock throbbing and twitching between your lips, a moan that confirms that to be unable to go back is all you could hope for. “Nnnnghhhhh…..mmmmmm…..nnnnnggghh”

I love blurring the lines between praise and degradation

“My pretty little idiot”

“You’re being such a good slut for me”

“My beautiful whore”

“What a brain-dead, stupid princess”

“Only a fleshlight like you could take it so well, baby”

Remember: you’re just a girl, no one wants to hear your silly "opinions", just show off your boobs and giggle 💖✨

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