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Sing Pretty for Me

I've been following your concert for months now and watching you. You are always with someone, your mom, your manager, your band members.  But now you are alone.  You've been feeling cramped with all the people around you. This is the chance I've been waiting for. 

I followed you to a nightclub, not one patronized by celebrities, and slipped into a small booth. I watched as you ordered a fruity drink from the waitress and leaned back to listen to the music. You're lying your head back against the back of the seat as you listen and don't hear when the waitress brings your drink. As the server leaves I pass your table and drop a eyedropper of cannabis tincture into your drink and sit down in the next booth.

I know I have to do this quickly and get rid of any way for you to be tracked before someone comes to find you. I smile as you down the drink without really tasting it and signal for another.  Again as you pay more attention to the music playing I put another dropper full into your drink. 

After an hour of watching you I can see that the booze and drugs hit your system and you slump into your booth.  Acting quickly I slip into your booth and sit you up with my arm around you like we're together.  I search you quickly, finding your phone and surprisingly a small Tile bluetooth tracker in your purse.  Taking your phone I turn it off and I drop the tracker into the pocket of a passing patron. Slipping my arm around your waist I help you up and we make our way to the bathrooms. Once back there we slipped out a door propped open to the alleyway where my van is parked in a loading zone with placards for a local delivery company.

Placing you in the back of the van, I put a gag in your mouth and bind your wrists and ankles to a spreader bar attached to the floor.  Closing the back, I step over to the dumpster and drop your phone inside it before climbing into the driver's seat and pulling out into traffic.

I drive for an hour before pulling over and climbing into the back. You are moving around groggily as I pull out your gag. I take the eyedropper and dose you again with a double dose. I'll need you out of it for the few hours it will take to get you to my destination.  I wait until you are fully under the effects of the drugs, Taking a knife and cutting away all of your clothes and putting them in a paper bag, before returning to the driver's seat and continuing on our way.

I'm watching you as you start to come down some from your high. You are disorientated, strung up to a hook in the ceiling of the cabin basement. I get up and walk over to you, your head a lolling on your neck. You are still limp from the drugs and your eyes are dilated, you smile coquettishly at me, you must be thinking I'm one of your boyfriends and you're in for kinky sex. “Heeeeyyyy baaabyyy” You slur as you look up at the restraints.

I thread my fingers into your hair and turn your head to look at me “Hello ‘Baby’. Feeling good are you?” I drag one hand down your body, your nipples are standing proud as I take on in my fingers and pinch it slightly, drawing a moan from you. “You're just a horny little thing aren't you?” I lean down and take the other nipple in my mouth sucking on it hard while I continue pinching and twisting the other.  “You're so horny that you don't care who I am, you just want to keep feeling good. Isn't that right princess?”

I reach up and release your hands from the hanging hook overhead and carry you to the bed in the corner of the room. Setting you down I hand you a glass of water, “ Drink up princess, you’re going to need it before the night is done.”

”Thnx, yersuchasweety” you slur drunkenly as you take the water and gulp it down. I take the glass from you and place it outside the door, coming back to see you lying on your back masturbating, and whining pitifully.  You see me come back and spread your legs wide "Pls, I needitsob."

I chuckle as I run my fingers up your leg, slipping them through the moisture that has dripped down your thighs. Reaching your sopping pussy, I roughly brush your hands away. Your hips jump up from the mattress as your overheated snatch searches for more stimulation. Grabbing your hands I affix them to the headboard, while I rub your hard little clitty and lips, causing wet slick sounds to fill the room. “I'll give you a good cum princess and then you'll need to stay still while I work on preparing you for more.”

You nod, vigorously and lay your head back onto the pillow. Grabbing your thighs I spread them as wide as they will go and lick your slit from the bottom to the top, swirling my tongue around your hard clit. Listening to you moan I think ‘Her moans are music to my ears.’ Then I laugh, because here you are a popular singer and even your moans are musical.

I tease your lips, sucking them into my mouth and chewing ever so lightly, pulling away and sucking on them. Your lips are full but still tight, unused it would seem.  I insert one finger inside you carefully and find an untouched hymen. I smile as I tease it lightly with my finger, not wanting to tear it, my lips moving to capture your clit and sucking it forcefully. I have to hold you still as your hips jerk towards me almost as if you were trying to capture my finger deep inside your tight pussy.

“Now, now princess, I wouldn't want to rupture that pretty hymen of yours prematurely.” I say, keeping the light teasing going. I can hear your breathing become more labored and the way the entrance of your pussy grips at my finger as I swirl it around your hymen, begins to pulse. I pull away, leaving you teetering at the edge and lightly caress your thighs and ass, holding you there for a bit until I feel you start to relax. Not wanting to let you drop too far from the precipice I begin again to lick your clit, now inserting my thumb into your tight lips to again tease your hymen, stretching ever so slightly.

I edge you over and over, watching as you start getting more and more desperate to cum. Your whines and moans, music to my ears. I can see sweat begin to form on your back, trickling down to your shoulders as you begin to struggle in your bonds. “Does my princess want relief? All you have to do is ask me to fuck your pretty little pussy.”

You shake your head, even as your body reaches for more contact, more stimulation. “Nooooo…..please…….”

“Please what princess? Please fuck you. Please breed you like the little bitch in heat you are?” I now carefully begin adding short thrusts amid the teasing of your hymen, making sure to not put too much pressure on it, just light touches. As my finger pulls from your grasping hold each time you whine again, and grunt when I insert it again.”

“Please…..I…can't….want….married….”Too lost to the sensations you are unable to finish your thought, as I bring you close to the edge once again. You moan sweetly as I withdraw my thumb, your voice heavy with need.

“If you get married you'll no longer be a princess, you’d be a queen.”I take a quick lick of your clit, knowing that it could send you over the edge. But I am fortunate, you are only brought right to the edge, your body shaking with need, horny beyond anything you've ever felt. “I'm going to keep you as my princess and breed you over and over.” As you slide back away from the edge I return to teasing you with my thumb on your clit this time. “You'll have to take time away from singing to the public, but I'll make you sing every night like you are right now.”

I can tell that you are starting to come down a little from your high, but that the teasing has you so horny it doesn't matter. It won't be long before you're begging me to fuck your cherry away. “please…….please……I….need….I…need…”

“Say it princess, you know you want to. Beg me to fuck you. I'll make you come so gloriously you'll never want to go without my cock.”  I can't let up on the teasing, you are too close, I can feel it both literally and figuratively.  “Just let go and I'll cherish you and protect you while giving you the best climaxes you've ever had in you short life.”

“Please….Fuuuuuck me….I need….to…CUM.” The last word comes out in a loud moan again sounding like you are almost singing it.

Pulling my finger out, I begin to remove my clothes as quickly as I can. But this makes you more desperate, thinking that I plan to leave you hanging and you begin to cry. “Noooooo….please….please….Don't leave me, I need you to fuck me….PleeeEEE!” The last jumping sharply as I had lined up and pushed into your slick folds, so tight it would have hurt if you hadn't been so wet. I pushed and felt your hymen tear around my cock as my head punched through. I grab you hips, holding you still and keeping myself in your wet heat, I can feel a little trickle of your virgin blood, making its way down my shaft.

Finally after a few moments, shorter than I thought it would take, you begin to relax. You must still be so horny still that you didn't fall too far from the edge. I push some more, sinking half way in, before pulling back til just the head is still in you. You breathing quickly shifts from short pained gasps to long soft moans as I begin fuck into you, getting fractionally deeper with each thrust.

Your tight pussy almost grips so tight when I pull back, almost as if your body knows where it belongs. I have to hold your hips more firmly to prevent you from thrusting back too quickly and hurting yourself.  I don't want you to remember the pain of our first fuck, I want you to need more, and I want to own you mind body and soul.

When I finally seat myself fully in your clasping folds I drape over your body and kiss the back of your neck. “Hold on princess, I'm going to take you on what will become your favorite rollercoaster ever.” With that I pull slowly almost all the way out, watching your body and listening to your moans. I can now read you like a good book, and I know that I can step up the pace. But before I do, I want you to not stop orgasming, so I grab a small jar that I had at hand. Collecting just a small pea sized bit of bream, I reach under my cock and rub it into your hard clit.  I can feel you climbing again toward a climax and when I'm sure that I have rubbed it all in, I thrust hard back into you, the base of my shaft rubbing against your clit as I bottom out. I don't stop, I start fucking you faster and faster, making sure to stimulate your clit with each thrust. 

It doesn't take long and a wail bursts forth from your mouth and it's more beautiful than any of your songs, but I don't stop.  You don't even seem to come down even a little before crashing through another orgasm. I try to count them, but as I feel my own approach I lose track at five climaxes. “Here..It..Comes..Princess..I'm..Going..To..Breed..Youuuu” With the last labored word I push in as deep as I can, holding the head of my cock firmly against your spasming cervix and Cum.”

“Oooohh, I feel it….Oh nooooo…Please take it out!” You try to move away which would be funny if I wasn't lost in the moment, as you are bound to the spreader bar, unable to pull away.As you feel each of my spurts batter your cervix and fill you up, you get lost in the heat of my cum. You moan as you feel yourself at the edge again and as I grind myself against you, trying to get even deeper, you fall over the edge. “Oooohhh….Yesssss.” You're lost to the sensations, and now trying to push back into me, trying to get more.

When I'm done cumming I start to move inside you again and you don't understand how I can still be hard, but you don't know about the little blue pill I took while edging you. I proceed to bring you off three more times, wrapped around my cock and flush you full twice more. After the last orgasm I hold myself in you, wanting to keep as much of my cum inside you, wanting it to take hold.

When I pull out, I notice that you have passed out and I detach you from the spreader bar and roll you onto your back. I then grab a couple of pillows and shove them under your ass, elevating your hips, before securing you to the bed.  Lying down beside you I take a nipple in my mouth and begin teasing the other as I rest up. I have another whole day to keep breeding you and making you addicted to the orgasms I give you.  A tall order, but I'm up to the task.

I want to be housed inside a large bird cage that is as golden as the sun. One that is decorated by an elaborate design made of brass—displaying the intricate craftsmanship of peacocks and lotuses. I want floral bouquets to accompany my lonesome presence inside it—surrounding me with vibrant colors that compliments my natural shades.

I want to look clean and pretty.

I want nothing but pearls and delicate gold chains to adorn my naked body. I want to playfully sit on the swing as I peacefully hum a tune to his favorite song while I wait for him.

I want to wear those pretty flowers in my hair with a velvet rose decorating my choker—one that matches the color of my red stained lips. I want to glow like the moon in the night sky and be as soft as the petals of a peony in full bloom. I want to remain in solace behind rows of imperishable bars and only be rewarded with release when deserving of it.

When I see him walking in, I want to run up to those bars, press my skin against the cool brass, and gleefully address him. I want to gasp out ‘daddy!’ in excitement as he smirks and holds up a gold key. I want to hear the depth of his vocal pitch when he asks if I had been a good girl during his absence. I want to watch in delight as he stands tall and pristine in his suit, permitting me freedom at last. I want to jump up and hug him as he simultaneously kisses my forehead and pats my head.

I want to look him in the eye and flare a playful smile. I want to slowly drag my breasts against his abdomen, nuzzle my nose against his groin, and leave a trail of kisses along the length of his legs as I kneel before him. I want him to cup my cheek and swipe his thumb over my parted lips before inserting it. I want to lavish his calloused digit with the warmth and moisture through the smoothness of my tongue.

I want him to respond with a chuckle and call me his little ‘kitten’.

I want him to sit on the sofa and light up a blunt. I want him to take the first puff and signal me to approach with two of his fingers. I want him to gently cradle my chin as he blows the smoke into my mouth. I want him to present the blunt to my lips and guide me through every step in reaching my high. I want to hear his commands…

“Inhale. Hold. Now, exhale. Good girl.”

I want my mind to grow hazy as I watch him stare me down and place the blunt back inside his mouth.

I want him to hook his finger through my chains and pull me in between his legs. I want him to twirl the strands of my hair between his fingers as the exhale of smoke escapes his lips. I want to look up at him with wide eyes and appeal to his dominance…

“Can I have it?”

I want to watch him nod firmly with a stern but amused expression on his handsome face.

I want to make love to the part of him that not only destroys me, but puts me at ease. The part of him that lets me settle into my most natural state of mind and comfort. It is the part of him that makes me forget that the world exists—that Heaven and Hell are the only features of paradise and reality. I want him to give me pleasure and pain. Light and darkness. Beauty and destruction. I want him to to make me feel the unthinkable and yearn for the unreachable.

I want to worship that part of him with my tongue and lip. I want to coat it through various momentum’s until it is glistening like Orions Belt. I want to trace the veins with the tip of my nose and flutter my lashes against the base. I want to appreciate it and pray to it. I want my body to be its monumental tribute so that I may continue to honor him until I am no longer connected to life and Earth.

I want him to use it on me. I want him to shatter the softness of my lips. I thirst for it’s potent nectar and yearn to please it so that it will satisfy my hunger. I want to be both, fearful and thrilled by its appearance alone. I want it to make me cry. I want it to make me smile. I want it to bring me down and raise me back up.

I want his hand to grab my neck and pull me up. I want him to simply say “open” and become fiercely proud as I portray instant will and obedience. I want him to spit on my tongue and command me to “swallow.” I want to combine the essence of my docile spirit and his dominating energy.

I want him to guide me onto his lap. I want him to take his belt and strap my wrists behind my lower back. I want him to take one final puff before he puts the damp end of the blunt in between my lips, and orders me to inhale deeply.

I want him to order me to hold it in as he grabs on to my hips, and slowly pushes himself inside me—forcing my walls to segregate. I want to struggle for air as he firmly warns me to obey. I want my mind to spiral out of control. I want war and chaos to break loose between the sensational, physical, and psychoactive stimulation that rages inside me. I want him to take my breath away as he surpasses through every bit of friction and tension— until the very last inch of him is nestled deep within me.

Finally, when the regions of our bodies connect and he is reaching the deepest parts of me, I want to receive and obey his order when he tells me to exhale.

I want him to massage my throat as I gasp and cough. I want to choke and become desperate not only for him, but for the air he breathes. I not only want him to control my happiness, pain, and pleasure—I want him to control the way I live.

I want him to grow sadistically wild and break into me. I want him to make me salivate on both ends. I want him to punch that soft spot until I scream and beg. I want to pulsate around the mighty circumference of his godly shaft, and tremble ferociously until I can’t take it anymore. I want to receive the one thing that only he can give me—to be tickled by the feathers of an angels wings, yet burned by the fires of Hell. To be embraced by God and kissed by the Devil.

He is made of flesh and bone but his creativity is out of this world.

I want him to take me away and do everything to me. I want him to put my body through torment and rage like only he can. Once he’s done, I want him to piece me back together so that I am stronger, smarter, and better than before. I want him to teach me how to heal from pain—not to take it away. I want him to teach me to smile for each time I cry. I want him to warn me of the acts of betrayal, yet reassure me of his trust and confidence in us. I want him to teach me loyalty, commitment, love, and respect. I want him to make me feel reborn. I want him to transform me—to bring out my wings so that I may soar below him, yet remain his equal.

I want him. I need him. I crave him like the forbidden fruit. I want to please him.

…but I’ll never find him again.

my turn when???

Dad bf that randomly gropes you, takes his anger out on you.. dad bf that uses you when he gets to stressed

oh fuck 😵‍💫

I need someone to slowly insert their huge, fat cock into me, making me feel every single inch. I want to feel so impossibly full, and even when I feel like I can't take anymore, I feel him just pushing more of him inside of me and I can't do anything but lean my head back and take it. I want him to carres my face gently while degrading and humiliating me so nicely, telling me how dumb I look right now, how his fat cock isn't even fully in yet and my cute little girl mind is already blank. I want him to tell me I'm pathetic while smiling warmly at me and kissing my forehead, and then when he's almost fully inside, I want him to change his position into a mating press and slam into me, starting to fuck me ruthlessly while I whimper helplessly.

I want him to wipe away my tears while telling me it's okay and kissing me all over my face and neck. I want a guy to be so manipulative towards me, acting like he loves me while taking advantage of me and using me like a toy and gaslighting me into not noticing it, because every time I use my cute little brain and do too much thinking, he'll fuck my thoughts out while telling me in a soft, loving voice how dumb and ditzy I am

I want him to cum inside of me, to breed me full and shoot his thick seed straight into my fertile womb, pumping loads of cum into me and filling me to the brim. I want him to coo at me and call me a good girl as he wipes my tears away with his thumb, and tell me how well I took it, and how proud he is of me

It's even better if he actually loves me but he can't help getting horny from seeing me so dumb and cute