I’ll be gentle, I promise.
Then again, we both know what an evil, lying bastard I am.That’s one of your most redeeming qualities.
My wife said I wasn’t allowed to get our daughter pregnant, at least for another year or so. I’m allergic to condoms, so this will have to do till then.
There had been rumors about this dumb guy’s little sister for months now. She was supposed to be really cute and sexy, but retarded.
One night they had their chance. She was alone in her room, so the first guy sneaked away from the party downstairs. He found her naked, playing with her teddybear. She seemed to have the mental age of maybe five, but she had the body of a teenage girl, so he went for it.
She held on hard to her stuffed bear as he turned her around, making her stand on all four with her butt in the air. This was the cue for the rest of the gang, who rushed in to help him bang her.
They held her mouth shut so she wouldn’t alert the people downstairs, until they realised she wasn’t crying from the face slapping or the brutal ass fucking. She was crying because she lost the grip on her teddybear.
Special needs teens. So fucking hot.
There’s always a new way to try old things.
"It’s okay to be curious, pumpkin, but daddy doesn’t think you should be looking at sites like these by yourself. You’re just too little."
"Sorry, daddy," she said bashfully, embarrassed that she’d been caught looking at such naughty things when he wasn’t looking.
"It’s okay, sweetheart. Daddy’s not mad. In fact," he cooed, beckoning to her with a pat on his legs, "why don’t you come sit in daddy’s lap and show me what your favorites are?"
She blushed a pretty pink as she stood fidgeting to the side, looking torn between wanting to keep looking at the naughty pictures and running to hide under the bed.
"It’s alright, pumpkin. Daddy won’t bite," he encouraged with a wink.
She smiled just a bit as she finally walked over and settled herself into his lap, feeling immediately that there was something hard in daddy’s lap that she’d never quite noticed before.
"That’s my girl. Now," daddy said as he rested his hand high up on her thigh, "tell daddy why you liked this picture so much…"
She hates herself.
She doesn’t care what you do to her. In fact, this kind of treatment and abuse measured out at your leisure at least lets her step out of her own head for a while. To take the mental and make it physical is a nice change of pace, because inside her head is where she is her worst enemy.
Nothing you can say to her — no amount of spit, piss or cum shot in her face, no amount of yanking on her hair, no amount choking her throat, no amount of cocks violently shoved in her tight asshole — will feel as bad as she feels when she is alone and listens to her own inner voice.
Take advantage of that.