Corrines tentacle porn dream or was it?

 Corrine stumbled out of the car with her hand on her head. Dazed and confused by what had just taken place. She looked to her car and saw it had been totaled, wrapped around a tree. Lucky to be alive. She looked back to the road and noticed something slithering away but couldn’t make it out.

“fucking animals in the road” she hissed. She went to walk back to the car to call 911 when Something wrapped around Corrine free leg. Something snake like and incredibly powerful.

she screamed and tried to kick it away, but they had her firmly caught.

More tendrils found her, some with tiny barbs that caught in her clothes and tore it away. Her hands were trapped behind her head, and one tentacle was around her waist before she even began to understand what was happening to her.

A mass of pink tentacles emerged from the earth around her. she couldn’t see the source of them: they seemed to come straight out of the ground. They held her, lifted her into the air, the smaller, barbed tentacles feeling her body and ripping away articles of clothing until only her shoes remained intact.

she was horrified and frightened, too frightened even to scream at first.

Then, two of the slimmer tentacles found her nipples and latched on with tiny suction cups. she screamed out and writhed her body, but not entirely because of disgust. Something had sunk into her skin, some liquid that caused her body to light up with lust and was warring with her body’s fight-or-flight response. When the tentacles on her breasts pinched slightly, she exclaimed in pleasure and lust.

Whatever it was that overpowered her mind to let the things playing with her breasts pass was not strong enough to stop her response when something brushed across her crotch. She screamed then, all pleasure forgotten. Her cries split the night, roused birds from their slumber and sent them flying.

The tentacles hesitated for a moment.

“Great, it can hear. Fuck, I want down!” She said as she paused for breath. The instant she opened her mouth to scream again, a tentacle forced its way passed Corrine's lips, pushing part way down her throat, making her gag. A strange fluid filled her mouth, more of the aphrodisiac that had made her enjoy the breast manipulation.

This time, when the tentacle brushed past her womanhood, she arched her back, pressing tighter against it, wanting more contact. Her body thrummed mindlessly with desire. She needed pleasure, needed to be filled. By what didn’t matter at that point.

 

 

 

If her mouth was not still filled, she would have cried out in triumph when the first inch of the tentacle probed into her. She jerked her body, pushing it in deeper, deeper, and the tentacle responded by thrusting viciously into her, making her cry out again and again as it worked.

Corrine’s boyfriends cock was the largest thing she’d ever had inside of her. He was impressive, thick and long, but this… the thing was as thick as a soda can, and could probe her deeper than any normal thing. It had ridges, so with each pass her clit was hit, followed by her g-spot.

Any reservation was lost when she came.

Her body jerked in pleasure, her vision blurred until she saw stars. It was minutes before she could focus again, and even then she just rode on wave after wave of pleasure.

The tentacles shuddered then, and she felt herself stretched wider than ever before as something passed from the tentacle into her. She glanced down and saw her belly big and swollen and the sheer pleasure she felt was overwhelming. She was only barely conscious, and the tentacle’s rapid withdrawal made her come again, gasping in fatigue and loss. The tentacles set her on the ground, and she fell asleep, exhausted, her body jerking with the after effects of the aphrodisiac.

Corrine woke some time later in the hospital.

She was told that she had crashed her car and had been found some time later by a passerby. She had a slight concussion, they had said, and she was lucky she had been wearing her seatbelt.

Bemused, she sat on the bed, letting the information sink in. Had it all been a dream? Just her imagination? Why had she imagined something so bizarre, and why did the memory of it still excite her? She closed her eyes. Stuff like that only happened in cheap Hentai, animated porn. A small laughed escaped she’s lips. What a thought…

“Oh…” Said the nurse as she began to leave the room. “We had checked your vitals yesterday and tested your blood and urine for any infections everything looked normal and the baby is perfectly healthy. You two are lucky to be alive.”

she was silent as the door closed, leaving her alone. One thing Corrine knew for absolutely certain, she wasn’t pregnant yesterday.

a hot passionate night!

 I could feel his hot breath on my neck, teasing me in-between the nips he was leaving. My hand ran through his wavy brown hair, pulling him in demanding more. One hand was tangled in my hair; the other hand brushed over my thigh as he held my leg up over his hip.

I held his glare, my knees weakened, I could almost feel the power radiating off of him. He pushed his body into mine. A moan left my lips; I could feel his hardness through his jeans. My thin dress allowed me to feel such things.

The wall was harsh against my back, I felt him slide his tongue down my neck. The warmth of his body made up for the coolness of the brick.

He got on his knees and lifted up my dress.

Without warning his tongue started playing with my pussy.

I clenched his hair and tried to keep me stable. Slowly his fingers slid inside me and I pressed my back harder against the brick wall. I started panting heavily, I know I won't be able to hold out for much longer. I could feel it coming. The tingling in my toes, the numbness in my legs, yes, he was about to make me burst.

Before it happened though, he stopped abruptly. A little moan of displeasure slipped my lips. I could hear his soft chuckle, knowing this all amused him. I heard the unzipping of his pants and soon felt his hard cock sliding against my pussy.

He lifted my legs and now carried the full weight of me. Quickly he slid me down onto his cock so fast It caught my breath. He thrusts into me with such friction, I knew I wouldn't be able to get my breath back. Anyone could easily hear the slapping of his balls echo the room. Faster and faster, I was reaching my maxed limit. I dug my nails into his back as he slammed me against the brick wall once more.

Then it happened. I tried to make a sound of my orgasm but my voice wasn't working.

The pure bliss I felt was overwhelming.

My toes curled, my nails dug deeper, and my body tensed so hard I thought it might spasm.

The orgasm eventually subsided and I felt my back sting in pain from the bricks.

Panting heavily I asked, "can we go somewhere else?"

I watched him take a deep breath, pick me up and carry me upstairs and the next thing I knew I was on lying on the soft black silk sheets of his bed. I closed my eyes and relaxed into the soft sheets spreading my arms above my head.  A soft growl and a tug on the fabric I was wearing made me sit up slightly. The dress I was wearing soon ended up next to his jeans on the floor. Clad in only our underwear I sank into the bed, spread out a little to let him devour me.

He gently traced his hands down my body, gliding over my hips, down under my thighs, he effortlessly lifted me up. My hands traveled through his hair as I found myself straddling him, I moaned softly into his ear, and begin to nibble slightly.

He gave a growl and pinned me again.

In seconds my legs were around his shoulders. He slid into me with such force; I couldn't help but cry out in pleasure.

His thrusts were hard but slow, he was teasing me. I could see it in his eyes as he brushed my hair off my face as he went to kiss me. His lips brushed against mine and his hands ghosted over my sides before he took a firm grasp of my breasts. He began to speed up slightly and his moans became audible, he brought his head away from my neck and took my nipple into his mouth. I cried out and arched my back; his hand wrapped around my waist and held me like that.

I could feel his smirk as his tongue ran small circles around my nipple.

My breathing became erratic, I was close again, I could feel it building at the bottom of my stomach. Clearly, he knew how I worked, he knew what would make me cum quickly and he was pulling out all the stops.  I couldn't hold off any longer and I felt my orgasm rip through me, it was bliss, I gripped his shoulders to steady me as I moaned loudly in pleasure. He gave a low growl, his rhythm fumbled as he came quietly. I panted softly as he pulled out; he trailed kisses up my collar bone, onto my neck, and slowly onto my jaw. I felt so full of him. So much ecstasy! How I wish this feeling could last a lifetime.

how i learned i have a smoking fetish!

 

I was in the kitchen making a sandwich one day when I opened a draw to grab a knife. There next to the cutlery tray was a packet of Marlboro menthol cigarettes. It wasn’t uncommon for my mother to leave spare packets of cigarettes around the house, and then complain she could never find them. But this time when I saw them my heart began thumbing against my chest and my nipples grew stiff, protruding through my thin t-shirt.

I stared down at the packet for a moment before reaching inside the draw and clutching them nervously in my tiny hand. Amazed at how light the packet felt I flicked the top open and counted fourteen white filtered cigarettes. I suddenly felt weak with excitement and my stomach tightened.

At this point I had no intention of lighting one of the cigarettes, but I was curiously aroused and wanted to know how one would feel and look between my fingers.

Before pulling out a cigarette I raised the packet to my nose and inhaled deeply. My pussy began twitching between my legs as the sweet aroma of unlit tobacco and mint filled my nostrils. I couldn’t understand why I felt so hot and horny, but right at that moment I didn’t care. I reached into the packet with my thumb and forefinger and carefully pulled out a cigarette.

I held the cigarette between two fingers, the way my mother would, and felt another pulse between my legs as I enjoyed the sight of the thin, all white cigarette against my red polished nails.

I turned to look at myself through the fireplace mirror. I thought I looked hot, and if I didn’t, I certainly felt it as my curiosity pushed me a little further. I placed the filter between my lips and sucked hard. Then, removing the unlit cigarette from my mouth I pretended to inhale the imaginary smoke. I sucked the air deep into my lungs and closed my eyes. The taste of mint quickly filled my mouth, awakening my sensitive taste buds as I slid my free hand into my blouse and squeezed my braless breasts.

The tension was building up so much that I thought I was about to explode. I opened my eyes and looked down at the cigarette, still poised between my fingers.

“Shit!” I exclaimed, suddenly realizing what I had done. The cigarette filter was no longer white. Instead, it was stained with my peach colored lipstick. I knew I couldn’t put the cigarette back into the packet without my mother finding out, but something inside of me was stopping me from throwing it in the bin.

It was like having an angel on one shoulder and the devil on the other as I stared down at the cigarette. With my heart racing, my nipples aching, and my pussy throbbing, I gave into the devil and placed the cigarette back into my mouth and reached for the cigarette lighter.

‘After all, it’s only one cigarette’ I thought. I sucked the smoke into my mouth but quickly blew it out again. The smoke tasted strong and felt hot in my mouth. After smoking half of the cigarette this way I decided to try a real inhale. Carefully taking a smaller drag I inhaled the thick smoke down into my body. My throat burnt and caused me to cough the smoke back out. I tried it a few more times before I actually managed to inhale and then exhale the smoke properly.

Once I was able to do that I felt the poison fill me. Taking another slow inhale, my body shook in anticipation. Begging me to please it. Without hesitation I dropped on the floor right here in the kitchen and placed my free hand down my pants. rubbing my clit I took another slow inhale of the cigarette. I moaned while exhaling, feeling the cig coat my throat with its cold menthol. My tiny frame shivered from pleasure. It would be so easy to climax here and now, but I forced myself to wait. I wanted to enjoy this so painfully slow. I took in another inhale and felt lightheaded. I slid over to where I could see myself in the mirror and pushed in my fingers. I moaned so loudly and watched as the person I no longer recognize exhale the smoke as the words came out. There in the mirror was someone else entirely. Someone who enjoyed something that seemed so bad but felt so good. The person in the mirror took another hit of the poison stick, and I watched as her fingers moved faster. Begging now for her climax. I noticed that the cig was almost gone now. Only a 4^th remained. I didn’t want this to be over. Didn’t want to give up my new found pleasure.

“oh god” I moaned. My body was tensing. My back was arching. I could feel the walls of my pussy closing. I knew it was only a matter of seconds now. If I was going to climax I was determined to do it right. I placed my cigarette on my peach colored lips and sucked in one big inhale. My lungs burned in agony but it was such a pleasureful feeling. I could feel my throat freezing from the menthol. My arms and legs protruded goosebumps making me shiver. I held my breath in for as long as I could until my brain told me it desperately needed oxygen. When I exhaled I blew it towards the mirror and watched it bounce off and fade. My body collapsed the rest of the way on the ground and I groaned so loudly as I climaxed. The pure ecstasy of it was such an overwhelming euphoric feeling. Suddenly I took a breath a felt the bitterness of the oxygen fill my lungs and for once in my life I hated it. I laid on the floor, breathless. I looked over to my cigarette and watched the last little embers burn out. 

Corrine's little 'incident' at the corner of the gas station!

 

I cry out in pain from the agony im receiving. I out stretch my hand in the dark of the night that surrounds us and scream out your name. Begging you to show up. Begging you to help me. Maybe your cameras will see that at the edge of the gas station, where the street lamp cannot reach, I am there.

I take another kick to my stomach followed by shouts of hate spewed at me, but I cant make them out anymore. Im staring at the concrete, where your feet should appear. Where they should come running. Suddenly a belt is wrapped around my throat and tightening with each passing of a second. “mercy…” I choked out.

“oh don’t cry mercy little flower. We’ve only just begun.” and I knew he was serious. He was meticulous, cruel and vile with his methods. Drawing them out as long as painfully possible. It was my ‘punishment’ after all.

“this is what you deserve little flower. What you get. You disgust me.” he spits in my face then slaps it making my head hit the concrete yet again.

My breathing becomes rapid as I start to see stars. Panic filling my lungs as they cannot get what they desire.

I hear the jingling of a belt and know whats to come. The tears that were staining my face were pleading with you shouting the words ‘please don’t’. knowing it was completely futile. I knew what was to come.

I’ve accepted my fate at this point, and do nothing to fight it. What would be the point anyway? So I lay there, staring at the concrete corner of the gas station. Awaiting a rescue that will never come. I’ve accepted that too.

I felt him enter me, as more tears spilled over. Seeing those beautiful stars in my vision as it fades in and out.

Feeling him thrust harder, and harder, faster and faster. Know he will come to an end soon. It will never be soon enough though. What mere minutes, hell, mere seconds, feels like hours. Like the world around me has stopped. The only two people in the world right now are me and him.

 

I feel you thrust one last time and suddenly im covered in your filth as it stains my body. That pretty color of white staining me black. I have been ruined. Soiled. The belt is released and I gasp desperately for oxygen as my lungs clings to every tiny bit it gets. Absorbing it to bring me back to life.

 

Why didn’t you just kill me? Why let me live? I see….so that I’ll always remember this pain. This torture. To remeber how you felt as you abused me. What getting bruises from you is like. To always remember your scent. Your harsh voice as it threw evil words at me.

 

To always remember who it was who stained me.

 

I hear the tapping of running shoes, but I didn’t see. I didn’t want too anymore. I didn’t care. Let me die. Its what I now deserve. Arms scoop me up and craddle me. You call my name but im not here anymore. That girl is gone. Lost, drowning, in her own tears in her head. Deep, inside the darkness.

 

You yell out my name drenched in fear and panic; but I cant be reached. I am simply put; defeated. 

Erotic Nipple Play!

 

being home alone and missing you; I allowed my bored mind to wander. Making sure the curtains were closed, I shimmied out of my sweater and slipped my fingers under the shoulder strap of my bra. Reaching to rub my shoulder blade where a tag or something had been digging in and driving me crazy all day. Reaching back, I unhooked the three little hooks holding it together, and slipped it off.

I shivered and arched my back.

Tossing my soft yellow bra onto the pile of manuals in the chair beside me, i cupped my hands under my breasts, hefting their weight, feeling my nipples harden into pebbles.

I leaned my head against the back of the chair, closed my eyes, and imagined you here with me. In my mind you were sitting next to me, dark, long-fingered hand resting on my thigh as you merely watched, silently commanding me to your bidding, a half-smile on your face. Your eyes were burning with desire, that sweet melted-chocolate brown seeming to caress every inch of my body.

Tipping my head to let my hungry eyes drink their fill of you, I kept my hands in place, touching myself through the soft cotton of my shirt, reveling in the passion that kept flaring in your eyes. Without even realizing it, I stopped merely cupping my breasts and started caressing them.

I lifted them, squeezing them together, arching my back and literally offering them to you.

I slid my palms over my nipples, feeling that sweet electric thrill shoot through me, making me gasp in anticipation. Gently I tweaked my stiffened nipples, tugging on them ever so lightly. I slipped my own hands over, around, under, between my breasts, alternately hiding those thick nipples from your view and pulling my shirt tightly across them, accentuating my state of arousal.

Still you watched.

I curled my fingers, raking my nails over my breasts, cushioning that scrape with the softness of my shirt. I moaned, my eyes sliding closed at the flare of desire in yours. Oh how I wanted your hands to caress me, your skin to be touching mine.

Still you watched.

Barely able to keep from writhing in my seat now, I slid my hands under my shirt. Pulling it up around my neck and completely exposing myself to your gaze.

The contrasting heat of my need and coolness of the air made me gasp and squirm. The heat of my hands was shocking after the coolness of the kitchen table. Where the underside of my breasts had briefly rested as my back arched in offering.

Whimpering, I stroked those full, aching mounds, the throbbing nipples a dusky pink against the whiteness of my breasts. I slid my hands over the curve of my breasts, running my nipples in between my fingers, caressing and squeezing them. As my passion increased, so did my tolerance for pain, and I began to twist and pinch my throbbing nipples.

 

 

Part 2:

Finally, knowing how close I was to the brink of orgasm from both my touch and your burning gaze, you gave me relief. Leaning over, you slid your hand from my thigh to the underside of my breast, cupping it in your palm, feeling that hot, heavy weight for yourself.

Bending down, you held your mouth so close to my nipple that I could feel the moistness of your breath. Softly before the next breath cooled it with a rush of indrawn air. You hovered there, relishing the sight of my torment as I twisted and strained. Trying everything to feel your lips wrap around the nipple that you kept just out of reach.

"please touch me" I begged.

Tilting your eyes up, you watched the expressions flicker across my face, indicators of just how incredibly close I was to the edge of reason, just how desperately hungry I was for your touch. My whimpers and gasps and moans were music to your ears, a symbol of my arousal that you never tired of hearing.

"Touch them," you whispered. In my anticipation of your caress, my hands had fallen, limp, into my lap.

I whined, shifting in my chair, aching unbearably with the need to feel you lips on me. I closed my eyes and tried to calm the storm of need raging through me.

"Watch," you said, that one simple word ringing with quiet authority.

I shivered in reaction, my hands automatically moving to do your bidding. I touched them gently, so aroused that I trembled with need. You knew how I wished that my breasts were younger, firmer, perkier for you, but you like the way they are, weighty in your hand, hot on your skin. You like their sensitivity, even to such simple sensations as my soft tank top rubbing over my bare nipples, or a cool breeze blowing across my exposed breasts.

Groaning in the agony of your continued torment, aching to feel the soft heat of your mouth encase me, I leaned back again, trying to force you to do what I so desperately needed. My shirt slipped down without my chin pinning it in place, and you growled in displeasure as it caught against my nipples, threatening to cover me.

Your hand still cupping my breast, you told me to take it off.

I looked at you, momentarily incapable of thought. Your brow rose at my hesitation, and I knew you'd merely prolong my agony if I didn't obey. Unable to look away from the desire in your eyes, I slipped out of my shirt, vulnerable with the knowledge that I was now topless, completely exposed...while you were still fully dressed. I trembled in the cool air.

Your free hand fisted in the length of my hair. You tugged sharply, my quick cry of pain melting into mewls of pleasure as your lips breeched the distance to my nipple and engulfed it. Teeth nibbling, tongue swirling, you couldn't help but respond to my wordless cries, my constant writhing, as I exploded right there in my chair, a hot, wet gush of pleasure that sent tremors of need rippling through your own body.

I open my eyes and realize that it was just that. A fantasy. A longing. I could feel my heart and soul cry out to you. Missing you. Wont you come play with me? don’t you know how much I crave you?

desperate need for you!

 

Standing alone under the night sky, I can still feel the warmth of your arms surrounding me in the moonlight. It was so brilliantly clear that night in the stillness. All I could hear was your heartbeat; all I could taste was your lips on mine. Nothing has ever felt so pure as the burning need I had for you in that moment. Wanting to draw you into my body with only the stars to witness our passion.

Now standing here in the empty darkness; all I can do is imagine the feel of your pulse under my tongue. The low growl as you pull me against your body.

Running my hands through my hair I imagine your grip, strong and fierce, crushing my mouth against your own.

The light of the moon is like a drug, a physical sensation tracing along my skin.

If there was even the slightest breeze to stir my hair I would moan from the sensory overload but the air is thick and heavy with heat.  Weighing down my spirit as I reach out seeking some contact with you. I feel trapped in this mortal shell. This body is just a prison for the desires that spill from my heart and mind. My knees weaken and I can't keep to my feet as another wave of longing passes over me, driving me to the grass, steadying myself braced on the earth. I don't know if I want you to feel this, or if two of us so far apart would be driven mad by the forces pulling us together.

I force myself to my hands and knees, stumbling to my feet and pushing myself through the blanket of night to my door. Blindly seeking some escape from the wrenching need I finally reach my darkened bedroom. I stop in the lightless room, listening to my breath coming in ragged pants while I search for something to silence this aching emptiness - if not to satisfy the need in my soul, at least to calm the need of my body.

My hand searches through a drawer and my fingers brush something cool and smooth.

I freeze, only my fingertips caressing the glass. It isn't enough, my heart knows this, and it seems so wrong that the shaft beneath my fingers is called a toy. It's a pacifier, something to ease my body for now while I can't be with you.

I fall back on the carpet and yank at the fastenings of my jeans, a slight smile touching my lips as I echo your frustrations with these same buttons that are all that hold my body imprisoned. Now as my eyes adjust to the dim light the glass rod in my hand appears as a magic wand, something far more than a bit of sculpted glass. My legs part as they are freed from the constriction of my pants and I know that all along my body has prepared itself for you. One hand slips down to the junction of my thighs and I sob softly, wishing for your capable touch to explore my body.

I flinch away from my own touch, surprised at the slippery fluid that coats my labia and trickles down my thighs. My right hand still grasps the shaft of glass and as it warms slowly, my mind still fighting what my body so craves - to open myself to you, to be penetrated, to draw you inside but unfortunately, I am alone.

 

 

There is nothing I can do now but take the substitute and hope you will forgive my weakness. My tongue caresses the head of the shaft of glass - tasteless, inhuman; nothing like the pulsing warmth I know when I taste you. My eyes close and I guide my magic wand to the entrance of my body, pressing the carved head against the source of the fluid that coats even my thighs now. I cannot wait and force it inside, crying out softly as it enters. My body goes rigid, my head pressed tight to the floor, all but frozen as my back arches up, feeling nothing but the head inside my pussy. All of my existence narrows to that hardness inside me.

Nothing matters but to fill the emptiness between my legs.

Another slow deep breath and I push the dildo in a bit further, exploring my secrets with its unyielding head.

I want to see you, know you are enjoying this; I am so lost in an agony of need and I hated this feeling. That I can't imagine how you will feel when you know what I have done without you!

My hips rock forward now, pressing the ridge of the dildo against the sensitive spot inside me - how is it that your cock can find it so easily and now I have to search to find it on my own? You know my body better than I know myself.

 I clench my teeth, not even needing to breathe as my body rocks closer to ecstasy.

My need for air is less important than my need to orgasm now; I am too close to stop. Every nerve is on fire, and my heart is about to burst through my chest as I scream - I can not form words, it is only a formless sound as the world dissolves around me and colors explode behind my closed eyelids. It is almost pain as my pussy clenches in orgasm while my hands claw at the floor, at the air, my nails digging into the skin of my palms.

Desperate for you, for your touch, I must live with the simple orgasm I have given myself.

Feeling defeated and ashamed I have done this without your knowing, I pulled the glass out of me, dripping my juices and cum. I dare not even taste it! I don’t want the memory to be stained anymore than it already is! With heavy regret, I stand, my legs a little shaky and toss the toy into the bathroom sink to be cleaned in the morning.

Gently as if not to disturb the stillness of the night, I crawl in my empty bed, feeling the cold crowd me. My hand slides to your side of the bed, my fingers searching for you knowing your not there. With nothing but the emptiness and loneliness I feel, I allow myself to fall asleep.

 

daddy gets a little rough with me!

 

I heard your footsteps draw at the edge of my door. I could hear your heavy breathing. Slowly the knob rattled and the door creaked open slightly.

I knew it was you. You come in here almost every night now ever since mom left. Abandoning me with you.

You crept through my room cautiously hoping not to wake me; but im already awake. I always am. Every night.

I felt my covers slowly get pulled off of me and suddenly I felt your touch brushing my hair back across my shoulder so you can lean in and kiss my neck. my body goes rigid feeling chills go down my spine.

Your hand slides over my waist and lifts up my nightgown a little. Sliding your hand over my tiny breasts and pinch my nipples.

I feel the bed shift and know something extreme is about to happen. Something intense that makes my body do weird things.

You start pushing yourself towards my body and I feel something hard and warm pressing up against my  butt. Slowly like you’ve always done before, you lift my leg up and raise it to sit on your thigh.

“i know your awake baby.” I hear you whisper in my ear.

“please daddy” i begged. "please...dont do this."

 “im gonna make you feel good. Like I always do. Don’t I?” I turn slightly to see you smiling softly at me.

Before I can usher another word I feel your rock hard penis enter me.

You moan and groan in my ear with every thrust. “oh god baby, you feel so good. So very tight on my cock!” the bed starts to creek and my breathing becomes rapid. The weird tingling and sensations are consuming my body.

“this…is….extreme….” I moaned out. "please....daddy...i...cant"

“but it feels good right baby girl? Tell me it feels good.” he begged as he picked up his pace with more force.

“yes!” I hollered feeling my body go on almost a high. “I cant…I cant…I feel…” I couldn’t form sentences.  My brain just wasn’t working anymore.

“oh god baby, Corrine, beautiful, darling sweet corrine” he pulled my body against his and clutched me so tightly going faster and harder. "say my name, say my name! who is fucking you baby girl?" breathlessly i obliged in answering your questions which always seem silly to me. "you are daddy! your....fucking me." i repeated his words. " such a naughty bad girl using such filthy language. " he starts going harder and faster til he gets frustrated and pulls up us both on our knees never losing the rhythm. he pushes on my head forcefully to make me bed over.  "do you want to be filled baby? do you want daddy's cum? " i started screaming from the sheer force of it all. 

my head was spinning, my body was acting weird. it was all too much. too extreme. 

“im gonna cum! Im gonna-” and in an instant he pounded into me one last time making my body arch and I scream from it. 

 I can feel something hot and liquid fill me. That was always my favorite part. I loved to be filled by you. loved the sensations of you twitching in me knowing i've made you feel good again.

“thank you baby girl….I needed that. Rest now. tomorrow" he says kissing my neck again, "daddy wants to try something new on you. i want to fuck your virgin asshole."  and you shifted off of me and left my room. Leaving me here alone with something white dripping out of me. Every night. you want too...in my...but thats wrong...? if it'll make daddy happy then i guess...i wonder if it'll hurt?

 

 

-Corrine

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