تسجيل الدخولMy mind races with possibilities: Maybe my new Daddy would share me too, or record me, or decide I wasn’t good enough after all. A soft whimper escapes me as I search for Ted’s face, my expression a mixture of desperate hope and fearful anticipation. My neglected cock gives a weak twitch against my sticky stomach, still oversensitive from my earlier release.“I… I’ll do anything,” I blurt out suddenly, my voice cracking. “Please don’t… don’t make me go back to…” I trail off, unable to finish the thought about my previous “Daddy.” Fresh tears spill over as I press my face against Ted’s chest, trembling violently. “Want to be yours… only yours…” I mumble into the fabric, the admission coming out muffled and broken.“That’s what the ‘but’ was about, princess. I won’t share you with another Daddy. If you want to be mine, you have to really be mine.”My breath hitches sharply, my tear-filled eyes widening with a mix of hope and disbelief. I pull back slightly to search for his face, trembl
I gasp sharply as I’m penetrated, my slender body instinctively arching at the unexpected gentleness. A confused whimper escapes my swollen lips, tears continuing to stream down my flushed cheeks. My fingers scramble against the cool tiles, caught between bracing for the sensation or surrendering to the gentle thrusts.“Y... yes, Daddy…” I breathe shakily, my voice quivering with a mix of relief and confusion. My tight hole flutters around his big cock, unaccustomed to such careful treatment. “Feels… feels so good…” I admit in a broken whisper, my slight frame trembling not from fear, but from an overwhelming tide of emotion. I bite my lower lip hard, trying to stifle the soft, needy sounds that escape me with each slow stroke.My spent cock twitches back to life against my thigh, dripping pre-cum onto the dirty floor. The unfamiliar tenderness makes my chest ache strangely, tears flowing freely as I tentatively push myself back against his hips. “Th... thank you for… for being gentle
I pulled off with a wet gasp, strings of saliva still connecting my swollen lips to Ted’s glistening shaft. My chest heaves as I struggle to catch my breath, tears and drool mingling on my flushed cheeks. My trembling hand stills on my own arousal, fingers twitching nervously against the damp cotton. Keeping my gaze lowered, I stammer in a broken whisper, “I… I need…” My voice cracks, a fresh wave of crimson flooding my face.I shifted uncomfortably on my knees, the cool basement air making my damp T-shirt cling to my slight frame. “P-please… let me… let me cum, Daddy…” The last word slipped out as a desperate whine, my hips jerking forward involuntarily against my restraining hand. My blue eyes dart up pleadingly for just a moment before dropping back to the floor, my entire body trembling with a mix of desperate need and shame. Nervously, my free hand toys with the hem of my soaked panties, silently begging for permission to touch myself properly.“Look at me, princess. Into my eyes
My cheeks burn a deeper red, my breath quickening into shallow gasps. I keep my eyes cast downward, lashes fluttering as I whisper, trembling. “I… I want to… to make you feel good, sir…” My voice cracks with lust, and my fingers trembling against Ted’s thighs. “With… with my mouth…” A small tear slips down my flushed cheek, and I lick my lips again, body quaking with fear and reluctant desire. “P-please… let me… let me taste you…” The words are barely audible, lost amidst the buzzing fluorescent lights, my breath warm against Ted’s pants.“Put your hands behind your back, princess,” Ted commanded.I whine softly at the order, my breath hitching as I obey. With trembling hands, I move them behind my back, fingers intertwining nervously. The motion makes my slender shoulders tense beneath my thin hoodie. My cheeks flare crimson, eyes still lowered, lashes flickering with apprehension. As I breathe, the collar of my hoodie slips, revealing the bruises on my neck that tell silent stories.
Ted pauses briefly, then continues. “Tell me, has he taken you to work a gloryhole yet?”I tremble violently, tears streaming down my cheeks, my breath coming in shallow gasps. “H-how… how do you…” I shake my head, my voice breaking into a sob. “Please… please don’t tell anyone.” Curling into myself, my shoulders shaking, I whisper, “Daddy… Daddy says it’s our secret. That… that I’m special because I can take it.” My voice drops to a terrified whisper. “And… and yes, the… the gloryhole… last week…” I cover my face with trembling hands. “I didn’t… didn’t want to, but… but he said I’d make him so proud…”“And when he fucks you, it’s from behind and rough, isn’t it? If you cry or beg him to stop, he just gets rougher. And when he finishes inside of you, he makes you clean him off with your mouth. Probably ending with a rough throat fuck. But he always apologizes and buys you something nice afterwards?”I nod mutely, tears dripping onto my sketchbook. My entire body trembles as I whisper
This story is Pure Fantasy, it never happened. I do not believe in Violence Towards Women or the Sexual Abuse of a Child of any age, consenting or not!*******Grey's P.O.VI was scribbling in my sketchbook, slouched against the wall in the corner of the library, with my headphones drowning out the usual quiet sounds of the almost-empty space. I don’t notice Ted Fox approaching until his shadow falls across the page, blocking out the light.“Oh… hey… it’s you…” My voice comes out soft and tentative.“You’re Grey, right? You were in my drawing class last semester.”My eyes flicker up, only to dart back down to my sketchbook like it holds the answers to my unease. I pull one headphone off, letting it dangle against my collarbone, and my fingers tighten around the pencil like a lifeline.“Y-yeah… I was,” I admit, my voice a mere whisper, thick with apprehension. “I… I remember your class. You… you gave me an A.”“Are you sure it wasn’t an A minus?” Ted teases lightly, a hint of mischief







