Author: Badsammie

We [MF] hosted poker night and I got fucked by 7 men!

Easily my best night ever – this happened about 1.5 years ago

So, this has long been a fantasy of mine and my Daddy/Master decided to “gift” me it before my fall semester at my new college starts up. Enjoy because I sure did, soreness aside!

I stepped out of the shower, wrapping my hair in a towel after I dried myself off. My heart jackhammered away and to say I was anxious would be an understatement. I lotioned my body, having shaved in the shower. I wanted my skin soft and smooth as silk for tonight. My Daddy, “Jack”, came in behind me, kissing the back of my neck and hugging me.

“Excited about tonight baby girl?” he asked. I bit my lip, my brow probably furrowed a bit as I leaned against him, nodding my head.

“Yes, but I’m kinda nervous too. I don’t know why, but my tummy has butterflies,” I said, always honest with him on that. He hugged me tighter, looking down into my eyes. Read more »

A bad father (m/f, prost, incest, nc)

Am I a bad father? Perhaps, perhaps I should go to hell for what happened that day, and the months and years after. Maybe I shouldn’t have gambled so much, but I had so few joys in my life after my wife had passed. Raising a girl without a mother, especially as they blossomed into beautiful young woman was more difficult than I had expected. Without my wife, I felt attractions that no father should have for his daughter. So small and fragile. A porcelain doll that practically begged to be broken. But despite my thoughts, my dreams, my fantasies, I never touched her.

Of course, that didn’t mean I didn’t peek. Walk in on her during showers, or changing. Going through her clothes as I washed them, inhaling deeply, her panties on my face, tasting her. I couldn’t help myself. Sometimes, thinking of her, I’d use those panties, wrapping it around my cock, imagining her putting them on with my cum still on it. I’m lucky she never caught me. Read more »

More than she bargained on (m+/f, nc, rapebaiting)

It had been a fantasy for years, gnawing at her, tearing through her dreams again and again. She couldn’t help herself some days, masturbating furiously as she read rape stories on reddit. Tales again and again about women rape baiting, getting what they secretly wanted, needed. It touched her deeply, in a dark part of herself she told no one about. A dark part of herself created by her first boyfriend who had often taken liberties with her. She hated that she felt this way sometimes, but it was there, and nothing made her wetter than those thoughts. Every sexual experience compared to her fantasies were just vanilla and disappointing. Even BDSM was too structured for her taste, she longed for what was in those stories.

It had built up in her during the crisis, contained mostly to her apartment for months. Boredom led to much frustration, as she burned through story after story, experience after experience. When the order was listed, when bars were opened once again, she finally decided to try. The fantasy was no longer enough. She needed to taste and feel the violations she craved so much. Read more »

She needed this (M+/f, nc, gloryhole)

She pulled the car into the back parking lot, tucking it away in the furthest corner away from the view from the street. She looked around nervously before putting on her sunglasses, looking at herself in her vanity mirror. She fluffed her hair, smacking her lips together as her heart hammered and raced in her chest. She had to take deep breaths to slow her pulse, trying to calm herself. She knew she shouldn’t be here, doing this. It was a betrayal to her husband, her family. Everything that she had managed to build up in her life.

And right now, none of that mattered. That was the sad truth. Her kids, her husband, none of them mattered in the moment. This had been building up for years, from vanilla sex, pecks on the check, as the lack of inertia set in and solidified into nothingness. Her soul, or lack of one, had build up a rage, a need, a primal want that couldn’t be denied. And so she found herself outside the adult theater, one which she hadn’t been inside for nearly 10 years. Where an old “friend” had brought her, then left her, drunk. She had been dating Paul then, now her husband, and she had “gone out of town”, to meet up with her friend. The one who knew the darkness within her, that knew of her abuse, that touched parts of her that she hated and yet, made her more alive than anything else. When she woke, defiled by who knows how many men, she was thankful that somehow she didn’t have any serious STD’s but she had caught something. A daughter. Paul had been so happy, he quickly proposed. No one would never know it wasn’t his. Read more »

Never clean again (M+/f, NC)

She sat in the shower, the room thick with steam, as near scalding water poured over her naked body. Her normally pale skin was bright pink, almost glowing, as heat rained down on her. She sobbed clutching her legs, oblivious to it all however, lost in her own swirling thoughts and the ever maddening buzzing of her phone on the sink. As if to punish her, it buzzed several times in a row, accompanied by dings of the messenger app.

The images of the night before wouldn’t leave her mind, nor would what she had saw on her phone. She had always been a good girl, faithful, playful perhaps but never dirty. She had had only one boyfriend in High School and while they had fooled around, she had never slept with him. It was old fashioned perhaps but in her mind, that was a gift to give her husband, or at least someone she thought could someday be her husband.

She had been so excited the night before, her first college party. She had worn a pretty dress, nothing to skimpy but she did expect or hope to turn some heads. Moving to the city, starting her degree, all this had been her first real taste of freedom and the real world, outside the bubble and safety net of her small town. She had headed out with friends, ready to tick off another first. Read more »