Flashback

You were standing in the shower hoping the hot water would wash away your extreme hangover. You didn’t even know how long you’d been there, leaning against the wall as the water flowed over you, trying to piece together everything that happened last night. You weren’t sure how you’d gotten so drunk. But it was Saturday night with the boys, so being drunk sure wasn’t unusual. 

What was unusual was waking up in your roommates bed naked. With him there next to you snoring and also naked. As you washed flashes came back. A group back at the apartment. Drinking games. Stripping. How had it ended up just you and Rance here this morning in bed together, naked was not coming to you. 

More flashes came. Drunk and stumbling. You passed out in Rance’s room. But you’d been alone and the party was still going. And then the quiet. And barely waking up to feel weight on top of you. 

Ragged breathing on your neck. Hands rubbing you. Strong hands. Holding you down. And pressure. Insistent pressure on your asshole. And resistance. You had resisted, hadn't you? Surely you’d tried to keep your legs together. To protect your virgin asshole. Your very manhood. 

But then the worst flash of memory. The surrender, the moment you gave in. The moment you relaxed and let Rance shove his fat dick into your virgin hole. And his sigh of contentment as his balls hit your upturned ass for the first time. And then the power. The power of his strokes as he held you in place and fucked your manhood away. Whispering in your ear how great you felt. How tight your pussy felt. 

How he’d always known he’d fuck you one day. How much he’d been looking forward to breeding your pussy. How you were going to be his personal cum dump from now on. Taking all the loads his balls could produce deep inside your twat. His new pussy. How full you felt. How content. How right it felt to be his bitch. And how satisfying it felt when your ass pushed him over the edge and you felt a man’s cock unload in you for the very first time. 

Falling asleep with his hard cock still in your new pussy. His weight on top of you. His breathing in your ear. And now as you stood in the shower remembering that you were now Rance’s bitch, your dick began to stiffen. You reached back to feel your ravaged asshole. Rance’s new pussy. It was sore and swollen. And felt so empty. 

Half of you hoped he was as drunk as you and that he’d never mention this again. The other half hoped he woke up horny and ready to make sure you knew your place moving forward. Under him with your cunt in the air. Then you heard something. A cough maybe? You peeked around the shower curtain. To see Rance in the doorway, naked, erect and proud.

“Pull back the curtain and show me how that pussy’s holding up, baby gurl.”

That one sentence told you which way your life was headed. And you’d never been more excited to be pussy up.

I've Been Watching You

 

Stripping us both naked he masterfully pulled me down on top of him as he fell backward onto the couch. Our bodies collided and I could feel the hair of his chest rub against my skin creating a spark which ignited both our fires. Inhaling deeply I committed this stud to memory...first the bourbon on his breath and the faint trace of his cologne but then the masculine smell of sweat that's been lingering on the skin along with the thicker scent of his pits. I could feel his heated pheromones opening me up already. 

Pulling my face into the nape of his neck he wrapped his hairy arms around me and gripped tighter so I could feel the pressure as his manhood engorged between us while his fingers found their way down the curve of my lower back and between my upturned globes to my exposed pussy. Taking his sweet time he massaged and molested my cunt with his strong hand as his pillowy lips and damp talented tongue started a long dance between my shoulders up to my ears where he unleashed a deep whisper of a chat so filthy it would make a porn star blush. 

"Daddy's been watching you, baby girl.  Especially at night from your bedroom door as you sleep and the sheets around your feet and your naked, ass up and your legs spread wide. I've enjoyed seeing your pussy quiver in hunger as you sleep. I've been waiting for the right time to savor the taste of your tight little pussy.  I'm going to fuck your eager twat all night long and you're going to thank me for it. By the time I'm done with you, you'll have a gaping cunt, sloppy and loose, and you'll be addicted to my thick Daddy dick and my puddles of cum deep within you.  When I'm finished you'll beg me to fuck you again. I know your type, princess, and you're going to be my dirty whore." He was right.  

Daddy always is.

I Didn't Mind

I didn't mind if Kyle fucked and bred his older brother. It was only natural for my more masculine son to use his big brother. Brandon was a pussygurl and that was the only thing he was good for. He was going to make some man a very good wife. So it was no huge surprise walking in on Kyle fucking the living hell out of  Brandon. Hell, I had been fucking Brandon for months. He had begged me to give him his pussy, be the very first to breed him.

"Oh yeah Kyle...use your big brother's pussy. Fuck him but good! Men like you and me have a right to use his pussy." I encouraged Kyle. "He loves being pussy and he loves being bred."

"Oh fuck dad...I thought you'd be so pissed catching me raw dogging Brandon."

"Nah boy...I'd rather have you try to impregnate your brother than get some dumb cis-gendered girl pregnant."

"So you're cool with me fucking him whenever I want?" Kyle asked me hopefully.

"Oh, absolutely...just make sure you breed him so I can use him as sloppy seconds. I just love a cum sloppy pussy."

Pointers

Liam was struggling on the bench press. Bringing the weights down, he missed the stanchion. Luckily, the handsome Daddy close by had been watching and rushed over and grabbed it.

"Little dude," the Daddy said, "you could have seriously hurt yourself."

"Thanks," Liam said, a little flustered how hot the guy was that rushed to his aid. "I'm Liam. I really appreciate it," he said extending his hand.

"Matt," the Daddy said, holding Liam's hand a little longer than strangers usually do. Matt was studying the sexy boy in front of him.

"I tell you what, little dude," the handsome Alpha said. "Let me show you some pointers to help you out, you know, get your form right so you can get some muscle on you, and you can show me your appreciation afterward."

"Yeah, sure," Liam said a little surprised that a guy like Matt would show him any attention. 

"And how could I do that?" Liam asked smiling.

"How about you let me take you back to my place and you go pussy up for Daddy," Matt said giving him a killer smile.

"Sure, anything you want, Daddy" Liam blushed. "You can have my pussy all the time."

Those words are music to Daddy's ears.

The Way He Makes Me Feel

To think he’s my ex-girlfriends younger brother, but he fucks my pussy so so god damn good! When he fucks my pussy he makes me harder than I ever was when I tried fucking his sister. I knew I didn't enjoy trying to fuck her and fucking other girls was out of the question after that realization. I could barely stay hard and now I know why. I was the one meant to be cunt for HIM.

But holy shit does he make me feel like I’m on a constant edge of orgasm as he cores me out and god knows I adore getting cored out by his big dick. He called my constantly on edge as being on the verge of pussygasms and holy shit I know what those are for sure and I adore having them, especially multiple ones in one fucking session. All he has to do is hammer my princess spot over and over and yes, he taught me that too.

The first time he fucked my ass and gave me my pussy I remember I shot my load the very second I felt his hips hit my upturned ass signaling that he’d bottomed out in my new cunt. He said at the time he was deep in my second pussy and I didn't know what he was talking but I do by god now know! 

He's taken to calling me his baby gurl, or his princess if he's feeling sweet, or his cum dump slut and even his cuntboi if he's feeling naughty. He demands I do my daily pussy training with an enormous dildo as he likes me loose so he can rut to his hearts desire. Besides my pussy loves the stretch!

If he wants me to call him Daddy when we fuck I’ll call him Daddy, hell so long as he keeps giving me these amazing orgasms and stretches my pussy I’ll do whatever the fuck he wants.

Caught

The men of Phi Theta Phi had caught Kyle outside the frat house on the Dom U campus, hoping to catch a glimpse of the brothers through the window of one of the bathrooms on the first floor. They could have called campus police on the little perv, but that wasn't really PTP's style. They normally dealt with these situations themselves. And after discussing it internally, the brothers quickly came up with a plan of action.

They'd give the little bitch exactly what he'd been looking for. Kyle wanted PTP dick? Done. All the hung men of the frat would fuck him for so long that even looking at dick would make him shake. They'd record each fat frat dick sliding into his overused hole, both so that they'd have leverage over him and also maybe have something to use for their spank bank later. Hey, maybe they could even sell it online and make some cash!

There was just one problem (if one could even call it that) that soon came to light after they bent him over the living room sofa to run a train on his ass: they'd seriously underestimated how much Kyle loved getting fucked. 

"Please fuck me!" he moaned with abandon. "God, please, gimme that dick! Really fuck my fucking pussy! Fuck!"

Their pledge master was honestly surprised at how wonderful Kyle's pussy felt, how satisfying it was to fuck the everliving daylights out of him. He soon felt his nut sneaking up on him.

"OH FUCK YEAH!" he roared, savoring the sensations as the slut's cunt gripped his spasming dick before slowly pulling out to make room for the next brother.

Kyle just couldn't stand feeling his pussy so empty, even for a moment. "I need more dick!" he begged. "C'mon, please, don't leave me like this! More..."

"No worries, bro," another PTP member stepped up to bat, that last word dripping with sarcasm. "We got you." Judging by the line, they'd be at it all night.

And so on it went. After a while, most of which was spent listening to the insatiable slut moan and beg for dick, the frat guys grew impatient simply waiting their turn at his cunt. To expedite the line, and also shut Kyle up a little, they began coring out his holes in pairs, spit roasting him over the couch.

The next day, after thoroughly using Kyle the point of mutual exhaustion, the brotherhood came to consensus that they'd be happy to keep him around as the official frat cum dump, with conditions. The faggot's dick would be caged (the pledgemaster would hold the key) and he'd be forbidden to cum by jerking off.

This Moment

God I love this moment, hearing her breathing change, knowing she’s about to cum, pulling her in tight against me and grinding my cock inside her as I feel her pussy contract around my cock, pressing my lips to her ear and telling her over and over “cum on Daddy’s cock babygirl, cum on Daddy’s cock.” as her muscles spasm, feeling her legs squirming desperately as her whole body is flooded with her pussy orgasm.

“Good girl …” God I love how soft her voice is afterwards, and how heavy her breathing is, feeling her sex slowly leak down my cock. My pretty girl whose cunt is still starving as I continue to core her out, bashing her princess spot till I can feel my balls tighten with my big load and I breed her second pussy