Yesterday when I went out to get the mail, there was a flyer stuck under the latch. It said: FREE MASSAGES FOR TEEN GIRLS. I got excited because I am very girly and I love everything luxury that has to do with the spa. So of course I told my Daddy about it immediately and he agreed to take me. When we got to the address on the flyer, I was surprised to see that it was just a regular house over in the shadier side of town. That made me nervous, but when I rang the doorbell, a very strong looking man answered. He said he would be massaging me and I should cum inside. I knew the tall older man could protect me if it came to that, so I gave my Daddy a wet and messy goodbye kiss on the mouth and waved as he drove away. Inside the stranger man’s house, he told me to take off all of my clothes and climb onto his bed. Then he started pumping massage oil into his hand and and touching me all over. At first it felt nice, but then his fingers glided down to start feeling my tight pink cunny & dirty booty hole. I said STOP, you’re not supposed to stick your fingers there, I want to leave. But he answered that I wasn’t going anywhere and held me down by the neck. Then he started rubbing his crotch and I just cried underneath him while he stuck his big meat stick into my kitty.
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Fulfilling my brother’s rape fantasies
My brother has been telling me about his latest rape fantasies, and of course they involve me! After work, I was surprised to find a school girl uniform in my locker instead of my clothes. There was a note in my brother’s handwriting that said, “I’m watching you, little girl.” I smiled and put on the uniform; my coworkers just assumed that I was going to a party and commented on how cute I looked.
As I was walking down the sidewalk, I was mesmerized by how beautiful and plump my breasts looked in the low-cut white shirt and I began tying it in a knot. I heard a van door slide open, but I didn’t think anything of it. But, then, out of nowhere, someone picked me up and slung me in the van. I struggled, wondering what was happening. A black bag was placed over my face and the lack of air made it harder for me to scream. I kicked, but all to no avail; I was overpowered and bound in less than two minutes.
They carried me into a basement, and I was sat on a couch. Then, I recognized a voice that I knew so well: it was my brother. But there was someone else with him. “You go first,” my brother said to his friend. He ripped off my panties, and I braced myself. The rope was cutting a little into my hands as I grabbed the chair. He pushed inside of me, apparently ready to pummel me. My brother took off the mask so that he could stare into my eyes; he watched as his friend tortured me with his cock, slamming it ruthlessly inside of me.
After the guy shot his load deep inside of me, he moved away, taking his sweaty musk with him. I could see the outline of my brother’s cock as he approached me. God, what a delicious cock! He untied me and threw me to the floor, forced his cock inside my mouth and I gratefully began licking, sucking, worshipping it. I had never felt him so hard before. He ripped my shirt off and picked me up; slamming my hips on top of him, I instantly covered his thick cock with my juices. He moaned loudly, grunting, and finally releasing inside of me. His cum ran down my thighs and calves; I knelt down and rubbed the cum that remained on his cock on my face and in my hair. “I’m gonna keep you hear for a little longer, little girl,” he breathlessly said. “You’re going to be my rape fantasy come true until I tire of you.” My clit instantly perked up again at those words.
Daddy Doctor
I have to start by telling you that I’ve never met my father before; but, that’s been okay, especially since my brother is the most important man in my life. My brother is my protector, hero, and lover. And, he’s all I need. But my trip to the doctor this week changed a couple of things; I was able to meet my father for the first time…just in a surprising way. My regular physician was out for vacation, and he had one of his friends from a neighboring hospital fill in for him. I didn’t really care; I mean, ‘female exams’ are all the same, right?
I disrobed and hopped up on the table, taking a deep breath and then sitting back. The man who entered was nice looking, maybe in his 40s, with a touch of grey around his temples. I thought he was attractive. And, while he began the procedure, I kept staring at his face; the weird thing was that he was staring right back! I finally confessed, “You look a lot like my brother.”
Apparently, that’s all he needed. He stroked my breasts, looking for lumps, and said, “Honey, I wanted to tell you since I saw your file. I just didn’t know how…” He searched for the words, “I’m your father.” I was shocked; Mom had never talked about him or even shown me a picture. Of course, I hadn’t really ever persistently asked about him, either. His grip on my breasts was intensifying and he gently pinched my nipples. I knew that was not part of the routine exam.
He said, “I’m sorry,” but his hand did not move. I told him that it was okay, that my brother and I are in love but I still fuck other guys and girls. He licked his lips and said, “I can’t believe you’re my daughter. You’re so sexy.” Next, he rubbed his throbbing crotch against my inner thigh. He untied my gown and threw it to the floor, emboldened by the fact that I hadn’t pushed him away.
As fast as he could, he undid his belt and brought his cock out. I looked…yes, it had the same perfect shape, thickness as my brother’s dick. I kept thinking, “This is the man who gave me life and now he’s going to have sex with me.” He pushed himself on me with such great force that he had to cover my mouth in order to stifle my screams. The hard rush of his cock inside me made me instantly wet. He slid a couple of fingers inside my mouth and moaned; it was as if he wanted to penetrate all of my holes. Roughly, he flipped me over and I stood on the examination table. Grabbing my ass, he kept slamming his cock into me. He screamed that he wanted to make me pregnant, marry me… I knew he was lying; I could see the wedding band on his finger. But, I didn’t care. How often would I be able to fuck someone so perfect that they made myself and my brother?
International Passion
When I was a young girl I planned on traveling the world. I wanted to travel the world and mess around with a man from every country. Without money that was very hard so I settled for the teen cock at school. In my mind I’ve been to China, Brazil, Germany, Iran, Spain, Italy, and more. However, I must say my favorite country was the mother land. Yup, that Zulu dick is some that I will always love visiting. A boy named Covel had always had a tremendous crush on me and I wanted to save my “trip” to my roots until later but he was a persistent one. When I would finger myself under my desk and fantasize how I would mount Mr. Cummings on his desk Covel would always be there to suck the cream off my hands. One day after class as he was sucking and licking my middle finger he got the biggest hard on. At first I was going to ban him from tasting this sweet cunt but instead I had another idea. Just the look of that bulge made me want to bring him to the locker room… so I did. I slammed him against the locker dropped to my knees. I rubbed my clit as I went to town giving Covel the best head he ever had. The only downfall of this trip was that it was cut short. Before either of us could get off it was time for 5th period… maybe next time I’ll book an extended stay. ;)
Weekend Get Away to France
Last Friday the Mother returned unexpectedly from her work trip. She was supposed to be gone for a good long time, so when she walked into the house screaming names we all sighed. Her offspring love her, but she is a bit cold toward them. Plus, she really does treat her Husband like shit, and all the man does it try to please her. I cannot tell you how many times I have tried to get this man to fuck me, but he always pusses out on me. He doesn’t want to “cheat” on his Wife. What a bunch of crap, he deserves better, and it’s just a matter of time before I wear him down.
Back to the story at hand. She comes flying in the door to tell us all that she has a work weekend in France, and she needs to take the boy and girl with her because her company is doing a presentation where a family is involved. She came up with the brilliant idea to use the boy and the girl as props, to show that her’s a family company. How nice for the boy and the girl, to be used as props by their Mother. What a bitch.
We all got packed while she waited in the car. The only time she made any attempt to help is when she phoned us from the back of the car to tell us that we had to hurry. After a rushed job of packing, finding passports and other things, we left. It was a very long flight to France. The boy and girl just wanted to talk to their Mother so they sat by her, she ended up moving twenty-five minutes into the flight because they were “bothering” her and she needed to concentrate on her presentation. I saw the hurt right away in those little faces. I went up and sat with them. I told them just to lean on me and they should try to sleep, and that when we got to the Hotel I would make it all better.
We were all exhausted by the time the boy and girl and I walked into our Suite. The Mother and Dad shared one, and we had the other. As soon as the door shut, I told the boy and girl, “Okay, are you ready to have some fun?” I pointed to the one Louis Vuitton suitcase that was their Mother’s that I put on our cart. They started to giggle, I had to hold my finger up to my lips because the Suites were adjoining and I didn’t want the Mother to hear us having a good time.
They and I played dress up with everything in that suitcase. She had her good clothing in it, I had picked the right one. Not only did we play dress up but the boy and his sister had a great time leaving a little something in his Mother’s panties. After we were done playing dress up they felt better about being ignored by their Mother. I wonder if she noticed how stiff some of the articles of clothing were when she put them on. I also wonder what she would do if she knew that is originated from the boy, the girl, and myself when we all came in them.