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i can only cum to the most icky misogynistic daddy/daughter r3pe porn bc i rubbed to them so many times my dumb brain craves it now. it makes me even more wet knowing that there’s so many gross dads out there that jerk off to these types of porn too, seeing us as nothing more than wet tight holes to stuff their cocks into to feel so good and warm. and they might secretly imagine their own daughters too in the place of those pornstars as they either jerk so fast in their fists or pound into our mommies, wishing they were breeding their little sluts right now

the subtle but important distinction between "daddy" and "dad" is one of my favorite ageplay/fauxcest things tbh. cause on the one hand, going from "daddy" to "dad" is a shift from "teehee we're saying something taboo and kinky" to "i want you to Be My Father and also fuck me." but going from "dad" to "daddy" as they regress younger and younger is sorely underrated tbh. they both have their place but the difference can really make a scene 🥴

sleepy girls need their panties pulled to the side when they’re half awake and confused.

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R O U N D 5 | Alien Stage

can i request dad x doctor x virgin hs girl doing pussy inspection please? and then they fucked her with intention of getting her pregnant

“Open your legs wider,” the doctor said, his voice calm but firm, the kind of tone that left no room for argument.

She stiffened, her hands gripping the edge of the examination table, the cold paper crinkling beneath her. Her heart pounded in her chest as she hesitated, her gaze darting to her father standing in the corner of the room. He gave her a small, reassuring nod, his expression unreadable.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he said softly. “It’s just a routine check. You trust the doctor, don’t you?”

She swallowed hard, her throat dry. Trust. The word echoed in her mind as she slowly parted her legs, the cool air of the room brushing against her most intimate area. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet there was something else lingering beneath the surface—a strange, electric tension that she couldn’t quite place.

The doctor’s gloved hands hovered above her, his eyes narrowing slightly as he examined her. “You’re very tight,” he murmured, more to himself than to her. “And untouched, I see.”

Her cheeks flamed, and she wanted to close her legs, to cover herself, but something stopped her. Maybe it was the way her father was watching her, his eyes dark with something she couldn’t name. Maybe it was the doctor’s steady, clinical demeanor that made her feel like she couldn’t move.

The doctor’s fingers pressed gently against her, and she gasped, her body instinctively tensing. “Relax,” he said, his voice low. “This won’t hurt if you relax.”

She tried to breathe, to calm the rapid thudding of her heart, but it was impossible. His touch was unlike anything she’d ever felt before, both clinical and intimate at the same time. He was thorough, methodical, and part of her couldn’t help but wonder if this was normal. Was this how every inspection went? Why did it feel like it was taking forever?

Her father shifted in the corner, clearing his throat. “Everything… normal?” he asked, his voice slightly strained.

The doctor paused, his fingers stilling against her. “Perfectly normal,” he said, his gaze flicking up to meet her father’s. “She’s in excellent health. But…”

“But what?” her father pressed, his voice tense now.

The doctor straightened, removing his gloves with a practiced efficiency. “But there’s something we should discuss. In private.”

Her father’s jaw tightened, and he nodded. “We’ll talk outside.”

She watched as they left the room, her heart still racing. What’s going on? she wondered, her mind spinning with questions. She wanted to call out, to stop them, but her voice caught in her throat. Instead, she sat there, half-naked and trembling, waiting for them to return.

When they did, their expressions were more serious than before. Her father stepped closer, his hand resting gently on her shoulder. “Sweetheart,” he began, his voice soft but firm. “The doctor has explained something to me. Something important.”

She looked up at him, her eyes wide. “What is it?”

The doctor stepped forward, his gaze steady. “You’re at a crucial stage in your development,” he said, his tone clinical. “Your body is ready for certain… changes. Changes that can’t happen without the right… guidance.”

She frowned, not understanding. “What do you mean?”

Her father took a deep breath. “What he’s saying is… we think it’s time for you to take the next step. To… mature.”

Her heart skipped a beat. “I don’t understand.”

The doctor’s eyes bore into hers. “You’re ready to become a woman,” he said bluntly. “And we’re here to help you through it.”

She felt a chill run down her spine. “Help me… how?”

Her father’s grip tightened on her shoulder. “It’s for your own good,” he said, his voice low. “You’ll see. Trust us.”

She opened her mouth to protest, to ask more questions, but before she could, the doctor stepped forward again, his hands moving to the buttons of his coat. “Now,” he said, his voice calm but commanding. “Let’s begin.”

She froze, her eyes darting between the two men. “Begin… what?”

The doctor didn’t answer. Instead, he moved closer, his hands reaching for her once more. Her father stayed by her side, his presence both comforting and unsettling. She wanted to push them away, to scream, but something about the way they were looking at her made her hesitate. There was a strange intensity in their eyes, a hunger that she couldn’t quite understand.

And then, before she could react, the doctor’s hands were on her again, but this time, it was different. His touch was no longer clinical—it was intimate, possessive. His fingers traced the curve of her thigh, sending shivers through her body. She gasped, her breath hitching as his touch grew bolder.

“Don’t be afraid,” her father whispered, his voice soft but firm. “This is what you were made for.”

She felt a wave of confusion and fear wash over her, but beneath it, there was something else—a strange, dark curiosity that she couldn’t shake. Her body responded to their touch in ways she didn’t expect, and she hated herself for it.

The doctor leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. “You’re going to be a good girl for us, aren’t you?”

Her lips parted, but no sound came out. She didn’t know what to say, what to do. All she knew was that whatever was about to happen, it would change her forever.

And then, as the doctor’s hands moved lower, she felt the first stirrings of something deep inside her—something forbidden, something terrifying. She wanted to pull away, to stop this, but her body betrayed her, arching into his touch.

“Yes,” the doctor murmured, his voice dark with satisfaction. “Just like that.”

Her father’s hand tightened on her shoulder, his presence a constant reminder that there was no escape. “It’s okay,” he whispered again. “You’re going to be just fine.”

She wanted to believe him, but as the doctor’s touch grew more insistent, she couldn’t help but wonder—was this really okay? Or had she just stepped into something far beyond her control?

But before she could think, before she could act, the doctor was there, his body pressing against hers, his intentions clear. And then, with a sharp gasp, she felt it—something hard and demanding pushing against her, breaching her, claiming her in a way she’d never imagined possible.

“That’s it,” the doctor growled, his voice rough now. “Take it. Take it all.”

She cried out, her body instinctively trying to pull away, but her father held her steady, his grip unyielding. “Almost there,” he whispered, his voice strained. “You’re doing so well.”

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as the doctor’s thrusts grew harder, more forceful. She felt a strange mix of pain and pleasure, a confusing swirl of emotions that left her reeling. And then, just as she thought she couldn’t take any more, she felt something warm and thick filling her, spreading deep inside her.

The doctor groaned, his body shuddering against hers. “There,” he said, his voice low and satisfied. “It’s done.”

Her father’s hand finally relaxed, and she slumped back against the table, her body trembling. She felt empty and full all at once, her mind struggling to process what had just happened.

The doctor stepped back, adjusting his clothes with a calm, almost detached air. “You’ve done well,” he said, his tone clinical once more. “You’ll be fine. Just remember—this was necessary.”

Her father nodded, his expression unreadable. “You’ll see,” he said softly. “This was for the best.”

She wanted to scream, to cry, to demand answers, but the words wouldn’t come. All she could do was lie there, her body still trembling, as the two men exchanged a look that sent a fresh wave of fear coursing through her.

“What… what just happened?” she finally managed to whisper, her voice barely audible.

The doctor’s lips curved into a small, almost imperceptible smile. “You’ve been initiated,” he said simply. “Welcome to womanhood.”

Her father reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You’ll understand soon enough,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “Just trust us.”

But as she lay there, her body still throbbing with the aftermath of what had just occurred, she couldn’t help but wonder—how could she ever trust them again? And what, exactly, had they just done to her?