lecheroustaint

[lecheroustaint]

The whispers throughout the streets called the new sex drug Heat. It originated from South America where it was known as Calor. It was nothing more than a myth to most people due to his ridiculous rarity. Fortunately for Javier, he was extremely well connected and was never the type to get his hands dirty to get what he wanted. There a reason he had gained infamy for being one of the largest drug kingpins. The cocaine game had grown tiresome so when he heard of Heat, he knew he had to get his hands on it. The name spoke for itself as the warmth that came with taking the drug would start slow and would become all consuming the longer it stayed within your system. Did he risk everything trying this new drug himself? Absolutely. It also granted him and insatiable, carnal lust that provided him the best orgasms he'd ever experienced in his life. The production wasn't perfect though and needed testing. It was one thing to take the drug willingly while anticipating the effects. The truest tests had to come from those who unknowingly took it to see how truly potent Calor was. Callie's kidnapping was just a matter of unfortunate timing for her. A pretty young thing at the wrong place during the wrong time. It wasn't premeditated but it didn't hurt that she was Javi's type. Javi returns to the basement Callie is being kept in, chained like some rabid animal. In fairness to him, the harsh bite she graced him with is more than enough reason for him to practice a little caution. If anything, her feistiness and willingness to fight back was only getting him more excited. The fiery girls often ended up to fuck better once the Heat overtook them. He'd be in more pain due to teeth than sunk into his now broken flesh but the aphrodisiac he took was all but numbing that now. "I hope you're ready to cooperate now." Javier calls out, a wicked grin tugged on his lips as is shut the door behind him. He places a bag down on the floor out of her reach before he begins to walk a perimeter around the brunette like a shark circling its meal. He'd experimented enough with the drug to know what kind of state she was likely in already. He swears he can just smell the lust radiating off her petite frame and its almost enough to make his mouth water. "You look...starved, little one." The older male takes his time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to take wrap his strong arms around her from behind and in his vice like hold. "And I have just what you're craving." Javier juts his hips forward just enough so that Callie can feel the menacing size of his covered cock press against her pert ass. His stubble ridden jawline tickles against the shell of her right earlobe as his free hand reaches around and caresses her toned stomach. Lower and lower it dips until he's slide past the band of her panties, calloused finger tips going to inspect exactly how wet her cunt is because of the drugs. "Pretty girl like you doesn't need to worry about anything anymore..."

starter for @thesinfulones based on one. two/three. four. five. six.

callie's fury burned brightly in her chest. she had to stay focused on it to ignore what else she felt. she'd bitten his hand when he'd forced the pill down her throat, her only defense with the way her hands were bound. the white oval had been so ambiguous she'd hadn't been able to guess what he was giving her. while he'd left her alone was unclear as well. perhaps he was impatient, and desired to come back when the effects had kicked in. she had no means of telling how long it had been. the walls of the room around her were bare concrete, the same as the floor beneath her, chilling her to the core. clothes had been torn off, leaving her in bra and panties, offering no chance of warmth. shivers racked callie's body as she kept brown eyes glued on the door at the top of the staircase. the one he had disappeared through. the man who had grabbed her as she walked down the sidewalk. it had happened so fast that her recollection was a bit hazy. one minute she had been on her way to work and the next she was shoved into the back of a van. limbs bound, mouth taped over. like in the movies. where he'd taken her she had no idea. she could feel the weight of the chain clasped to the collar around her neck, anchoring her to the spot. her neck had begun to ache from it. head rolled in a circle in an attempt to alleviate some of the pain. anything to ignore the lust coursing through her veins. now she could put a name to it. it had to be one of new drugs that were causing a craze nation wide. a sex drug. able to cause feelings of extreme desire and heightened pleasure in anyone who took them. callie had no opinion on it. it sounded cool, but the pills were expensive. it meant that the average person wouldn't encounter them. the sound of the doorknob turning pulled the girl from her thoughts. hatred and rage twisted pretty features as she gazed upward, dreading his return.

[lecheroustaint]

Beethoven. Mozart. Bach. Composers of the most beautiful tones to ever grace Harley's seasoned ears. That was all before he heard the dulcet tones of Lydia feeding herself with his impossibly thick cock. Every fiber in his being tells him this is wrong. It shouldn't have made him shiver with the way her soft tongue runs over the throbbing head of his manhood, precum oozing onto her hungry mouth. He's never going to forget this moment, his hungry gaze looking down at Lydia while his length disappears further and further down her pretty lips. "God, my girl is starving." That's putting it lightly as feels the himself brush against the back of her throat, as she forces it deeper and deeper down. His eyes roll back into his head for a moment, the pleasure overtaking him as he instinctively goes to weave his fingers into her hair. The sensation of feeling himself harden up inside his loving daughter's throat is simply euphoric.

Harley is no small man by any means but the fact she's handling him as such has never made him prouder. A string of jealousy does course through him, letting the idea of other person enjoying her mouth like this. A low growl rumbles at the back of his throat, those fingers in her hair tightening a little harder until his knuckles go white. Those old instincts of his are slowly coming to life, wanting nothing more to fuck that pretty little mouth of hers until he her spit is dripping down his heavy balls and he's emptying himself down her warm throat. Harley would have to back to a time before meeting Lydia's mother where he had the sexual freedom to do anything like that. His wife was a prude and that wasn't a recent development. Even in their younger days, she was vanilla at best and nowadays, he'd be lucky to even get a chance to fuck. It goes without saying that her blowjobs left everything to be desired. Dry. Uninspired. Painful. All he knows is that he can't wait to make use of Lydia's talented mouth over and over again. Harley would be more upset that she stopped sucking but he when welcomed with the sensation of her needy cunt against his cock. "Careful, you might hurt yourself." He challenges playfully while he pushes down his bottoms before kicking them aside. "Maybe that's what we both want, hm? For Daddy to give you a real kind of dick that you're going to feel for days." Taking her by the hand, Harley leads her over to his favorite chair before he's helping her out her top so he can watch her massive tits in the flesh before pulling her into his lap. "Fucking hell." They were nothing short of perfect and he can't help but take a moment to run his calloused fingertips over her sensitive nipples, his cock twitching as it screams for more attention. He reaches over to the nearby drawer, pulling out the gold foiled condom wrapper, tearing it open before slowly rolling it over his aching erection. Shifting his lips slightly, he takes hold of his fat cock and lines himself up with her pretty cunt. "I want you to show me how much of a good girl you can be for your Dad." With his free hand, he begins to pull the blonde down, skewering her tight hole onto his throbbing erection. Inch by inch he starts to sink deeper and deeper into her impossibly tight cunt, teeth gritting at how fucking tight she feels around his dick.

When Harley helped himself spring free, Lydia's eyes fell immediately. A lick of her lips. Insatiable without a single taste. Until he asks if she wants to. She dropped to her knees in an instant, tongue swirling all over him as if she was in a trance. His confessions made her weak. If she didn't take him into her mouth, she would have begged him to take her right there. But first, Lydia does want to taste him. Wants to wrap her lips around him, sucking so hard he almost blows his load down her throat without warning. Hands grab his ass, pulling him so swiftly to her that she bumps into the door behind them and he has to reach out in order to stop himself from colliding with it as well. The force of her was like a moving train and it wouldn't be stopped. Even if her mother walked in, Lydia wouldn't stop. She couldn't.

Her throat barely accommodated him but she made it work, revealing the talents that an hour ago would have embarrassed her. But he was reaping the benefits so it was fine, right? Her dad wouldn't judge her for what she'd done in order to become the best little slut in the world. She knew her mother's skills were barely half of hers, probably, that God knows he needed Lydia; and she was determined to hear it. She took as much of his cock as she could, hollowed cheeks sucking on him until he pulsed. Lydia moaned around him, cunt beginning to nearly drip at the thought of feeling that pulse inside her. It made her let go, unable to tear herself from what she wanted most. She pulled Harley close again and rubbed his cock against her slick heat, moaned when the head brushed her clit. "Fuck," the blonde whimpered, voice barely above a whisper. "I need to feel you inside me."

[lecheroustaint]

“Like this dad?” And it’s me spreading my cunt open in the mall family restroom as you pump to me degrading myself :)

[lecheroustaint]

i'll take your cock in public 🩷 i'll sit on your lap in the movies 🩷 you can take my pussy in the bar 🩷 you can stick it up my ass on a crowded train 🩷 i'll suck you off on the street if my mouth is what you need 🩷 my holes are available to you whenever and wherever you want 🩷

[lecheroustaint]

thinking about all those posts that talk about spanking someone’s cunt until they’re dripping and needy but no one ever talks about how the next step is you flip them over and fuck their ass 😤

[lecheroustaint]

Mutual masturbation that turns into impatient feral breeding when?

[lecheroustaint]

that "that's a good girl" to "god you're such a disgusting little bitch aren't you" pipeline in a relationship is everything

[lecheroustaint]

porn searching is sooo bad why cant i search for like "hard throatfucking where the girl looks like she's hating it and the man looks like he knows she's hating it and having the time of his life" and get exactly what i need????? :/

[lecheroustaint]

I know us bottoms are always asking to be mating pressed but like I cannot explain to you how good it is for us. To be completely surrounded and pinned with no chance for escape. I don’t want to leave, not when your cock is pressed against my cervix. But knowing that you want to keep me right there beneath you feels so good.

[lecheroustaint]

[lecheroustaint]

Harley has heard it called out to him countless times before. The title always filled him with pride as it cemented his greatest legacy - being a father to a beautiful, loving daughter. Daddy. It sends a cold shiver down his spine, the word suddenly given a whole new meaning. What he wouldn't give to hear it being moaned in his ear until that's all she can say. All other thoughts thoroughly fucked out of her pretty little head, as his heavy, cum swollen balls are drained into her fertile womb. There is nothing else for her to think of except for her Daddy.

Perhaps a better person wouldn't realized how truly heinous this scenario was. Maybe a sobering slap of guilt would bring him back to his senses but that simply wasn't Harley. Half committing to something was not in his DNA. Never was and never would be. The older male had taken the leap off the cliff and there was no looking back. If you took a look at that god damn Cheshire grin on his face, you'd swear this was simply the norm. "He likes you, little one." That soft cock she had been palming is throbbing to life. The ghost of a moan spills forth, eyes falling closed for a second as he can already feel the stick precum already starting to seep onto the soft fabric of his boxers. "Oh, is that what I'm supposed to do?" Harley offers her a raised brow as a little space is created between them. He can feel Lydia's arousal already coating the thick digits that had been petting her needy hole, even more so noticeable as he's pushed away from her. "So I definitely shouldn't want to taste how sweet my daughter's cunt is, right?" He shows off his fingers, shimmering with her pussy juice and without hesitation, places those digits in his mouth. Divine. Somehow, she's even sweeter than he'd imagined and his cock visibly jumps from his boxers as his tongue cleans off his fingers. "Maybe I'm fucking sick of trying to be what I 'should' be." Why waste the energy faking it with these sorry excuse for men she dates? Why go to bed blue balled and unsatisfied? "Why not come a little closer and see for yourself how much I fuckin' want....no, need this." Harley fingers slip into the front end of his boxer briefs so that he can push them down and free the heavy length. To say he was blessed was an understatement, his exposed cock now swaying menacingly between his legs. Impressively long and menacingly thick. Silently, he wondered if he'd even be able to fit inside her but it wasn't much of a worry. He'd make it fit regardless. His right hand takes hold of his uncut cock, the visceral sound of flesh stroking flesh slowly starting to fill the once silent room. "Does my pretty girl want a taste?" He pulls back on the foreskin of his manhood, the swollen, sensitive tip downright oozing with his own arousal.

If Lydia had an expectation about what Harley might say when she told him how she felt about him, it wasn't the response she got. She bit her lower lip when he moved in closer, body responding despite her mind warning her of how bad this was. You can't just tell me these things and expect me to do nothing. Lydia shivered at that, gasping when Harley's fingers slip beneath her skirt. She almost buckled into his grasp. A whimper of permission fell past her lips, head leaning back as she felt him touch her wet and aching cunt. "Daddy," Lydia exhaled, her hands tightening around the arm that still held her up as the other rubbed against her clit slowly.

The only sounds in the room was their breathing. Lydia's was ragged and shallow, wanting to experience Harley like he was experiencing her. Her hand reached out then, undoing his belt and zipper so his cock could at least be free to spring. No more restriction, for either of them. Her eyes fell to his cock, able to see him growing harder. It made her even more wet. Her palm rubbed down him, almost hypnotized at the thought of feeling him inside of her. Harley's quiet laughter drew her back. "Don't laugh at me," she whined. Insecurity sparked a blush that caused her cheeks and cleavage to flush. When she'd learned about sex and marriage, and babies, Lydia had wanted them with her father. She realized that if those things were her future, Harley was the only man worthy of them. She'd been ready to give herself to him since the first time she touched herself while images of him played in her mind. The blonde pushed her father away gently, his erection ready to burst from the seams. "We're not supposed to want this. You're supposed to tell me we shouldn't." Unless he's been having the same thoughts. "But you do, right?" Lydia gestured to his throbbing cock as it pulsed within his boxers. "You want this just as much as I do."

[lecheroustaint]

Harley, for better or for worse, was a man led by his emotions. Even more so when it came to his beloved daughter, Lydia. He didn't even have time to think about his own words, so caught up in the moment. Even more shocking, he didn't expect the blonde to return fire with such staggering, confident response. It takes a lot shut him up, especially in the midst of such a charged conversation. The last thing he deserved or expected was Lydia to agree with him and it took all his willpower to not let his jaw fall to the damn floor. Shock is quickly replaced with caution, dark brows furrowing into a hard line as he takes a moment to treat lightly. "I-..." It's all he can muster but it turns out Lydia's moment was not complete. The next admission that spills from her pretty lips makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. To have confirmation that not only was she not wanting to be with her pathetic boyfriend but he was also just as useless in bed? God, that was the greatest gift he could have ever asked for. Had that been all of it, he was sure to sleep like a baby for the upcoming week. Then the final bomb dropped. That strong jaw of his had held strong for so long , finally popped open slightly. He could feel the goosebumps starting to pebble against his flesh as the room seemed to spin just for a moment. Not even in his wildest dreams could he have seen this coming. That's saying a lot considering how vivid the unspoken dreams he's had of his loving daughter. Not even the lord himself could get him to speak of those salacious dreams but it seems he need not worry. He wants to pinch himself somehow to confirm this wasn't another taboo wet dream. His tightening grip on her waist and now her touch on his skin more than enough to prove this is all real. The hand at her hip raises now, just an extended index finger that lifts to her her full, pink lips. "Shhhhh." That dark glint he had in his eyes before deepens now, as if a viral lust begins to consume him. His strong chest starts to rise and fall a little faster, adrenaline flowing through his veins. "I don't think you know what you just did." That calloused fingertip that had been against her lips, begins to brush up against her blush bottom lip. His voice is spoken in a low whisper, his mind starting to think how pretty those lips would be wrapped around his fat cock. "You can't just tell me these things and expect me to do...nothing." Her threat of her boyfriend seemed like a foregone afterthought now, not even wanting to waste the moment thinking about him any longer. "There's no need to use your imagination anymore." The hand that she reached for begins to move now, acting as a steady guide down his body until he's placed his dainty hand on his still covered bulge. He's barely hard but knows she can feel the twitch that shivers through him as feels her touch on him for the first time. "Let me take care of you." That hand on her hip follows slides to the front of her torso, feeling the warmth of her abdomen as he slithers his way up her skirt. Where he expects to find panties of some sort, he's instead greeted with the warm of her bare cunt against his hand. "Bad girl." That devilish grin of his tugs on his lips as the thick index and middle finger begin to stroke between her pretty pussy.

The more her father talks, the harder it is for Lydia to deny how right he is. Every analysis is correct, down to the detail. No, her boyfriend wasn't nice. He doesn't deserve her or her body. He doesn't satisfy her. Every moment they spent together was a waste. She wasn't in love and knew she never would be. But admitting that or admitting the truth would send Lydia down a path she's afraid of. She's never loved any guy she's been with. She's been in love with the same man her whole life. The blonde swallows the lump that was forming in her throat, silencing her until Harley finally stops talking.

It's like he was in her mind. His hand on her hip is all Lydia can feel. "Of course you can take care of me better than anyone else," she yells back, repeating the obvious. Her father was wealthy and hung like a god. He was handsome and smart, funny and strong. He's everything Lydia could ever want and more. Lydia looks up at him then, leaning further back until the door to his room closes. Her hand snakes behind her, locking it. "I don't want to be with him," Lydia admits. Her heartbeat thunders in her chest, Harley's fingers pressing into her harder. She nearly whimpers when his fingertips brush the skin between the bottom of her shirt and the top of her skirt; and then she whispers the truth, embarrassed by it, knowing how pathetic it makes her look, "He's never made me come. He doesn't care. It's always about him." When she reaches for Harley's other hand, the blonde cries, "I always imagine it's you… when I have sex with him. It's the only way I enjoy it."

[lecheroustaint]

Harley not liking Lydia's boyfriend was the worst kept secret in town. It was written all over the elderly male's feature at the mere mention of his name. Harley typically had a stellar poker face but he couldn't help mask the utter disdain he had when he saw them together. Maybe it more to do with the fact that he really didn't give a fuck if anyone knew he hated her current beau. "I'm not going to pretend to like some boy just because you think you love him." He has had a shit eating grin on his face before he responded to his daughter, venom utterly dripping from his word. At the end of day, that's what her boyfriend was to him - nothing but a boy. Inexperienced. Selfish. Unworthy. Lydia was Harley greatest accomplishment. They money and success he had over the years paled in comparison to the beautiful daughter he helped raise. His impossibly high standards for her were a direct correlation to this. He never approved of any boys she showed interest in let alone ones she actually brought home. None of them would ever be worthy of her. None of them would ever be able to treat her like Harley would.

"He doesn't deserve you." There's a tinge of betrayal that is wrapped within the words, muttered under his breath before he continues on. The slight hurt is replaced with anger that has been simmering below the surface. "You don't fucking need him!" Harley doesn't care that he's raising his voice now, even to risk waking the guy who is sleeping in the downstairs guest room. "Don't think I don't see the way he talks to you...under my own roof. I have a right mind to...." Harley bites on his tongue harshly and he swears he tastes the familiar coppery tones swim along his tastebuds. "A fucking little twerp like that wouldn't know even how to take care of you properly." Harley begins to close the distance between then, the difference in size between them only magnifying as he towers over the petite blonde. "As if being locked up with me would be so bad..." Despite himself, his can't help the way his gaze darkens, flickering up and down his own daughter as if he's a predator about to sink his teeth into its prey. "I could take care of you like no one else can. But you know this already, don't you?" He doesn't realize it until he looks down but his dominant right hand is extending forward, calloused fingertips digging into the flesh of her hip. "Look me in the eyes and tell me he makes you happy. Tell me how satisfied he keeps you. Just speak the truth and I'll let you go."

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"But you've never liked him and I don't know how to change that!" Her father's issues with her boyfriend remain a point of contention; and in all honesty, Lydia isn't sure why she's even having this fight. She doesn't enjoy her boyfriend either, most of the time. Their sex is mediocre, he treats her like she's stupid, and quite frankly, his need to try and keep his thumb on her every movement was getting old. It was like he wanted to be her father, like both of the men in her life wanted the ultimate power and Lydia was only willing to give it to the one standing in front of her. "Do you want me to break up with him? Like I've done with every other boy? Am I just supposed to stay locked up in this house with you forever?"

[lecheroustaint]

*dusts off the cobwebs*

New Year, fresh start! I miss writing and I'm going to attempt another comeback to scratch the RP itch I've been feeling.

Going to have a relatively clean slate and will be starting fresh. Old threads will be dropped but am totally open to starting new ones. If anyone is still around and wants to plot or revive old pairings just lmk.

[lecheroustaint]

Hello friends.

Apologies for the disappearance at the end of summer. Things got hectic for me and needed some time away before my own sake. Trying to slowly ramp up activity here soon. Might drop some older threads but would more than welcome new things with the same ships for those still interested. I’ll decide on this later though.

[lecheroustaint]

Open to: f/nb Suggested connections: Stalk*r, Serial Kill*r. Neighbor, Bully Idk, go crazy. The more f*cked the better etc. Possible k*nks: non/dubc*on, watersp*rts, int*xication, deepthroat*ng, c*ckwarming, kn*fe play, g*n play, an*l, object inserti*n, surprise me?

"You can't hide forever..." His deep voice bellows out loud, the music from the house party still playing through the rather grizzly scene. Bodies of other victims remain strewn throughout the home after picking them off one by one like flies. It was no coincidence that he left her for last. After all, she was the reason he'd done this all in the first place. "That sorry excuse you called 'friends' couldn't keep you safe. I would never let that happen to you." To say he was had an unhealthy obsession with the her would have been a massive understatement. Ever since meeting her, it had been his goal to ensure she would one day belong to him. Even if it meant forcing her to come to accept that reality. The knife he wields in his hand is still dripping crimson, the patter of blood hitting the floor as he continues to search for the girl. It isn't until then that he realizes a different trail of droplets on the marble floors of the house. "Oh no. Didn't your Daddy ever warn you to be careful where you leave your drink? You never know what someone might slip in there." Taking a knee, he drags the tip of his finger over one of the beads of wetness before he slips the finger under his mask and into his mouth. "Hmm. Not near salty enough to be a tear. Seems like your c*nt likes the idea of becoming mine." It probably had more to do with what he slipped into her drink earlier. "Why don't you come out and make his a little easier on yourself? I might be able to help with your little 'problem'."

[lecheroustaint]

Hudson hated having niece in such a toxic living environment. He believed in tough love but had to admit, he had a weakness for his brother's daughter. Children hadn't been in the cards for him or his wife after she decided post marriage she didn't want to have children. Despite wild streak, Hudson tried his best to be a good guardian while she was under her roof while his wife was usually a stuck up cunt (as per usual). He wasn't happy. It wasn't hard to notice this. Hudson, more often than not, simply had to bottle up the frustration and tonight he just had to release some of it. The older male is drained, physically and mentally and it all hits him like a freight train after he's done making a mess all over himself. He doesn't even think of the possibility of Yazmin finding him like this and run the risk of a scarring memory being seared in both their minds. Hudson had simply been at his wits end and decided to just say 'fuck it' and needed to rub out his frustrations. He's still deep in his slumber when Yaz makes her move. Hudson has always been a heavy sleeper and for the time being, he's sound asleep. There's even a low snore that emits from him as he takes deep breathes in his sleep. He hadn't been asleep long but her dainty hands are enough to stir his fat cock from it's rest. Unlike Hudson, apparently his manhood didn't care that it was his own niece stroking him. He slowly begins to get harder and harder, his thick manhood swelling larger and larger with every twitch.

she'd heard them fighting through the walls. she'd tried not to –– but it was tricky, when only the thin wall separated her from their argument. she didn't care at the time, too busy getting dressed up to sneak out through her window. she had more important things to do, going out and partying, the very thing that had had her sent to live with her aunt and uncle in the first place. she was meant to be behaving, but even yazmin had managed to found a place for her to let her hair down despite being new to the area. night went past in a blur, drinks consumed, the fight long forgotten about as she made her way home. she was certain everyone would be deep in their sleep, and slipping in through the front door was easy when the guest bedroom that she called home was on the lower floor. she could get in, slip to her room, and nobody would be the wiser. she'd paused in the doorway, eyes fixed on his naked form as it sprawled out on the sofa, thick white cum splattered over his body. her eyes were fixed, in a trance, as she took careful steps towards her uncle. she knew better –– she should go to bed, walk past him and not think anything more of it. but the way her body flushed at the sight of his impressive cock, thoughts fogged from a night of drinking, she couldn't help but reach out, nimble fingers wrapping around his length gently. in a quick movement she'd swiped at his dick, coating her fingers in his cum, and brought them up to her mouth to taste him for herself.