Just a random collection of perverted snippets I wrote as followups to r/dirtypenpals prompts. Themes: dub/noncon, agegaps, incest, raceplay, watersports, degradation and general depravity.
**SLAVERY**
A father’s dilemma. A man must choose.
There’s no doubt she’s of good stock and ripe. Up on the block she’d fetch a good price.
I’ve raised her for this, fed her well, she’s developed nicely, plump pleasing asscheeks, big firm titties that a man could lose himself in.
And I’ve kept her pure, after that virgin price. No man in the market will pay top dollar for soiled goods. It wasn’t easy keeping men away, like flies they hovered around her, or like dogs in heat after their bitch. Oh I needed to keep an eye on my daughter all right.
I kept my eye on her a lot. As she aged the clothes I kept her in just kept getting skimpier. How many times has she almost popped out of the increasingly flimsy tops which is all I will buy for her. How many times has one of the puffy pussy lips escaped the side of her tiny tight shorts? Her shorts get tinier, her skirts shorter.
Oh yes I keep my eye on my daughter alright, glued to her wiggling backside as she saunters around the house.
I will miss her when she is sold. In my mind’s eye I see the day. My big-titted girl blinking in the light on the auctioneer’s block, unable in the spotlight to see the hungry men ogling her. The auctioneer will slap her asscheeks and the crowd will watch them wobble, her tits will bounce. He will make her turn around.
“Panties down now” he will say, “the bidders will see it all”. “What???” she will say and then be slapped across the ass to hurry her along. Her hands will go fumbling to her underwear, to lower them and reveal herself in shame to the leering menfolk all around. The bidding will begin. She will be made, fully naked now, to turn around, to touch her toes, to part her cheeks. The bids will rise higher.
“She is virgin,” the auctioneer will announce, “never mounted and ready to serve her owner. Look at those lips, imagine them around you, bobbing away in your lap on a winter’s evening. How soft her skin, her ripe breasts pressing on your chest as you take her and give her your seed. She is ready to bed and be bred.” “How much is your bid Sir?”
Yes, my ripe virgin daughter will fetch me a good price! And yet, then she will leave my house. I will miss the sight of her wriggling in her next to nothing outfits. Miss those big jiggling tits, miss the stiffening in my pants that she often creates.
Hmm, it is a father’s dilemma. Do I need the money? Is there another way she could please me?
**FOR THE KOREAN GIRL SEEKING HARDCORE HUMILIATION**
She is where she belongs.
She wishes she didn’t feel this, but it is what she is. This is not how good Korean girls behave but she is not a good girl any more.
She is naked, on all fours before him. He is more than twice her age. Around her neck there is a simple dog collar, it is cheap and nasty like he wanted, cheap and nasty like she wants to feel. Animals wear collars. He made her steal it from a dog, he said she wasn’t worth the money for a new one.
In her shame her pussy is drooling, it is a river, her juices drip from her. Her clit is swollen and throbbing. It hurts, cruelly gripped in a steel clamp. Her nipples, equally hard and erect, ache, they too are clamped.
Worst of all, (or is it best of all?), her arsehole is throbbing. It is stuffed with a large vibrating plug. It pulses and shakes deep within her. Pleasure and shame fill her. She moans a little.
Even that is not really the worst though.
Before her it lies. A dog food bowl. It is full of her own fresh piss. It is warm, it steams in front of her.
She is shaking, her heart races. Will a tear run down her cheek? She has resisted for days, knowing from the start it would come to this. Learning to piss in front of him on command was hard, pissing in her panties for him was hard… but this? This really is the end of the line, the Gold Standard in the degradation she seeks. It doesn’t get lower than this. She wanted her boundaries pushed but this?
When pride and self respect are gone what are left? A bowl of piss. Her pussy betrays her, she feels a drop of her juices drip from her. What sort of depraved debased animal, whore, would stoop so low?
She must ask permission before she begins. “Please Sir, may I drink my piss now” she says. She struggles with the words, it comes out more like a whimper. He makes her repeat it more loudly. He revels in her shame.
“Hurry up slut”, he says. “It won’t get better cold. The sooner the little yellow monkey drinks its piss the sooner it gets to beg to take a white man’s cock up its ass.”
A moan escapes her. Her heart pounds, her cheeks are burning. Her tongue darts forward for the first taste. No turning back now. He will make her slurp it up, he wants her to be noisy. She slurps. She looks into a camera the whole time as she was instructed. He watches, looking into her eyes, seeing the degradation and shame in her eyes, with a shared understanding this is what she needs. Deep inside her shithole the pulsing has picked up, it is even wilder now. She drinks greedily now, wallowing in her shame and worthlessness.
He talks while she drinks. “Look at you filthy animal, could you get any lower. My friends and I will watch this together tonight, they will laugh and jeer and say look at that disgusting slut, then they will cheer, and say let’s play it again. And know this slut, this doesn’t end today. Years from now, this video will still be out there. Others will see a professional woman, you will see yourself as the depraved piss-gulping whore you will always know you are. It will never end. Your children will grow up and in your heart you will still know you greedily slurped up your piss for the chance to beg for my white cock up your slutty ass. And you will tremble all your life for the day I send this video to them which I promise one day I will.”
She is lost, lost, hopelessly lost in her own depraved hunger. She licks the bowl clean.
Only when she is finished will she finally be allowed to beg to be fucked hard up the ass by an older man which is all she deserves.
**SECRETARY**
I miss my secretary.
It’s hard to train a young lady, their none-too-bright heads are full of modern ideas of equality and other nonsense. I roll my eyes.
It took time to train my secretary but we got there in the end. I am an old fashioned man and I will have my way in the end, usually her end. Her skirts shortened, her thongs got skimpier then vanished entirely.
Cocksucking was difficult at first. For her I mean. There were tears the first time, she ruined her pretty makeup and I wasn’t happy about that. But she got better, learned her place. It’s not like skilled labour is it? Many an afternoon we spent with her head bobbing in my lap, slurping away. Sometimes I quite liked her at those moments and at the moment of truth, my balls emptying into her sweet sucking mouth, I would tell her she was a good little slut.
I like that in a young girl, when she has been put in her place, knows what she is for and is finally good for something.
Yes we got there in the end. Happy is the boss who casually puts his hands up his secretary’s skirt, fingers her hot little holes just because he can. Three fingers in her cunt while she arranges my calendar that’s what I like, and then how she licks my fingers clean. Spanking her because I can. Fucking her because I can. Demanding she come with me on business trips or stay at my house serving my every whim because I can.
One day her father rang her cellphone while she was in my office. I have told her before about making personal calls at work! Naturally I bent her over the desk, I whispered for her to keep talking. I part her cheeks. She knows better than to resist. My swollen cockhead presses against her asshole. Her breath quickens as I thrust inwards. She keeps talking to her father, her voice only slightly shaky while I assert my masculinity in her ass, teaching her – not for the first time – who her true daddy is.
Yes I miss my secretary.
It’s time to find a new one…
**FOR THE OLD MAN**
It’s important to look nice for him, to be your best.
You fuss over your makeup in the mirror. You look good in a bubble dress. Traditional. Feminine. You admire yourself. You raise your dress and look at your suspenders and stockings. Why did they ever go out of style?
You admire yourself.
Your cunt oozes. It is so wet, it is always wet now. Your every moment reminds you of it. You feel so womanly. Alive. Full of pent up passion. How long since he last let you cum? What will he make you do before he lets you again? You cum so hard now when he finally lets you. It will be humiliating whatever it is. Like that time the pig made you lay eggs, squeezing hard boiled ones from your ass. Or balancing a bowl of your own piss on your head to see if you could walk like a lady. If he wants you to act like a lady, why does he make you do such things?
Your clit throbs a little at the thought, gripped in the steel clamp he makes you wear. Today you will wear your sexiest underwear, the pair he chose. Sometimes you are allowed none. Sometimes you need them to keep in the ben wa balls, or the vibrating remote controlled dildo when he makes you use. That made your work meeting interesting! How you squirmed as it buzzed deep inside you. You were a drooling wreck by the time the meeting was over! Or the time he made you keep a carrot marinating in your cunt all day just so he could watch you eat it!
He is inventive and cruel the old man. Why, sometimes you suspect he actually wants to hurt you! Down there. Why did you ever rub that wasabi all over your cunt just because he said? Now that you think about why do you show him your pussy every night, show him how swollen and puffy you are now, ask permission to cum, fuck yourself silly while he calls you nasty words, only for him to say you are not ready yet. How dare he! And the time he made you fuck yourself with your hairbrush and called you a stupid slut when you went to insert the handle. He said the handle is for your asshole only obviously. “Obviously”, that shit! He made you use the bristle end! Ouch! That really hurt! You have never even met the old man, he is words on a screen, oh why do you do such things?
Your clit throbs. No matter. No time to sit here, your pussy drooling, a river, and dwell on such things.
You must fix yourself up. You stick your buttplug in and then you are ready to face him.
**CORRUPTING A YOUNG SLUT**
You thought no one would notice you. Oh but I noticed you. That pretty little cunt peeping out at me from under your dress as you bent over. Oh I noticed all right. Those sweet pouting lips, glistening. A nice cunt. A whore’s cunt wantonly on display when you thought no one was looking.
I knew you straight away. Your type. So nice and respectable looking on the surface. I imagine you’d even been to church earlier that day. So innocent but excited at being pantiless, and just waiting for the chance to show. An angel’s face but a slut’s heart. Yet a little girl only playing at slut still, playing at it only, a silly little girl just playing peek-a-pussy.
Just my type. My mind wanders. My cock rises as my thoughts fill my head. Breaking you. Taming you. Teaching you how a silly little wannabe slut is taught. How much fight would there be in you? How long before you would get down on your hands and knees on command, pulling apart your slutty cheeks and begging like the most debased whore for my cock up your ass?
Ah the corruption of innocence thrills me. Oh the things I would have you do! How low can I make you go? My imagination runs wild again. I see visions of you licking my cum off the floor. Writhing before me your fingers deep up your sloppy cunt, performing for your master’s amusement. My name tattooed on your dripping cunt. You bent over lapping at the dish of your own fresh piss I’ve placed before you, not allowed to cum until you’ve licked the dish clean. You sucking my cock in my car before going inside to meet your parents, not allowed to swallow but holding my cum in your mouth and only allowed to swallow it in your father’s presence. He will never know, oh but you will! Oh the plans I would have for you!
Ah my thoughts run wild.
And there you are, bent over, your pussy just peeking out wherever anybody passing could see.
I bet your little wannabe slut mind would never have anticipated me.
“It’s so nice to see you”, I say. You look up startled and see my smirking face, knowing where my gaze has been. Do I look cruel? You hurriedly rise and pull your dress down.
“You look like a tourist. Perhaps I should take you on a trip.”
**DAD AND DAUGHTER**
Ah god, my mind is racing!
You kissed me! I don’t even know how it happened, you reached up, perhaps a goodnight kiss for daddy in the offing but it felt like more. Your lips brushed mine, I felt they wanted to lock on mine, to open. No! Surely I dreamed it. An accident.
My own wishful thinking runs away.
You were sitting on my lap. You are a big girl now, far too old to sit in your daddy’s lap like when you were little. It was innocent then. It doesn’t feel innocent now. Everything has changed. I should not encourage it. I know better. No longer are you my little girl who I could snuggle with safely. But now forbidden thoughts flood my mind, I try to push them away.
You were so close, so tantalising, your warmth and softness in my lap, how it thrills me. In my parts I stir. I stiffen. My cock grows to its full engorged state. I think of other thoughts, I try, I try and try yet there it is. Your ass, your thighs, so inviting. So I pretend, I try and wish it away. Maybe you don’t notice. I pray you don’t. Did you notice? No! You are innocent. But no, you are a grown young woman, you must know. Silently I hope for forgiveness. Uninvited, my cock drools and throbs.
My hands stroke you, your shoulders, your neck. Like I used to, yet different, your scent is in my nostrils, your warm breath on my neck. My cock throbs more. The more I try not to think of it, the more I have to. More drooling, sticky in my pants now.
Then the kiss! My overheated imagination surely!
Why do I feel this way? When did it begin? Why these thoughts all the time now, first thoughts, then a hunger, now an obsession. Forbidden fruit. All the time now I look at you whenever you aren’t looking, my eyes caress your bottom often, linger on your crotch when you wear shorts, they peek down your tops. I visit the laundry often. Your panties in my hands, I bury my face in them, wallowing in your feminine scent, how it thrills me. Holding them, inhaling, stroking myself while I imagine the beauty they so recently covered.
The things you must never know!
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/szxqui/despicable_snippets_nc_inc_humil_interr_ws