I am 18 and all participants and characters must be 18

(( This prompt is just a sample of my writing. Feel free to change it up, create your own, or alter the girls in any way you wish. My Kinks are Domination, Humiliation, Force, Coercion, etc. but I can adjust if need be.

My hard limits are no diapers, scat, watersports, heavy bruising, bleeding, death, mutilation, taking virginity, and no little ones or animals.

I live in the New York/DC timezone. ))

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The erotic, wet, slurping sounds echoed around the master bedroom of the house. Coupled with the occasional moan that escaped the man's mouth from an ever increasing build-up of pleasure around his groin, the shameless sucking melody simply sped up. A subtle creaking of the mattress indicated that the woman was leaning forward to better take the throbbing manhood of her lover deeper into her throat, already knowing that he was due to burst at any moment. Once his fingers had found their way from gripping her scalp to clutching the base of the back of her neck, she knew she was to prepare her throat for this morning's load. Moans escaped her own mouth amidst the gargling indicating that she was ready for him, although he was going to release his load whether she was ready or not. It was to be expected at this point.

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His grip tightened on her neck in tandem with his growing, triumphant, resonating moan that ripped from his mouth as he finally came. His cock, engorging within her mouth, finally burst with his seed, shooting out like a desperate creature looking to make its mark. Once, twice, and three times his manhood shook with vigor, shooting his cum to fully fill her mouth, holding nothing back. He didn't need to, he never did. Never one to pull out or lessen the blow that his orgasms provided, his hand found its way to the top of her head once more, a tight grip followed by a forceful push to fill her throat with his cock. A loud gag escaped her mouth, but that was all that escaped as she struggled to accept his seed and not let it trickle out.

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His release did not indicate that he was done. She still had work to do, and as she struggled to take all of him in in such a forceful way, he merely watched and waited. He may have been rough, but he knew she could take it, she always had, she always will, and with each encounter, she grew more and more skilled, eager, and strong. Once she began to cough, and a luscious release of saliva combined with his cum had managed to escape her mouth and coat his cock, balls, and groin, he knew she had reached her limit, which was higher than yesterday's.

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Gripping her hair, he pulled her up slowly, making sure she could feel every inch of him while she was allowed alleviation from taking him into her mouth and throat. However, this relief did not mean she was done. Without another word, she pressed the flat of her palm against the back of his cock, steadying it before she went in once more.

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Kissing, licking, sucking, and doing her duty to clean him of every drop they had made together. She kissed his tip lovingly, swirling her tongue around it and pressing her lips to the mushroom head as though she were memorizing his exact anatomy. Moving downward, her tongue dutifully collected all of his cum that she was unable to fully take in, all the way down to his balls. Her mouth found each testicle, releasing a light moan as she earnestly kissed them both, as though thanking them for the sweet and thick load she'd earned. Affectionately petting his cock as she set it down, she gave it one last good bye kiss before climbing her way back up, joining the man by digging her head into the crook of his neck. It was her usual spot, and she wasn't shy or hesitant to claim it once her job had been done.

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"I got you to finish quicker this morning, didn't I, Daddy?" she asked eagerly, her voice chipper and bright for such an early morning.

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"Your mother would be proud," he responded with a slight smirk, to which she smiled brightly and kicked her feet proudly. Wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders, she nuzzled in closely and proceeded to wrap her nude legs around his, her breasts pressing closely against his side. "But now that I know how far you've come, I'll have to up my game as well. We'll see how long I last next time."

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She raised her head, her eyes narrowing on him as she felt challenged. "Oh? You think you'll measure up?" she asked him, her competitive nature fully aroused. "Well then, game on, because when I break out the lipstick, massage oil, and chew on some ice, you'll be--MMHHPPPHH!" She valiantly punched the air, assured of her future victory.

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"You have my support," he replied coyly. She made a face and stuck her tongue out at him. Just then, they heard a door slam and a quick stomping through the hallway, followed by another door slam.

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"Your sister," he muttered, releasing a heavy sigh as this behavior had been going on for some time now. "What am I going to do with her?"

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"She's still grieving," she pointed out, gently raising her hand to take her father's chin and turn him to face her. "You need to be gentle, let her get out all that raw emotion that she's got pent up. She told me she's not going back to college or her job, she just needs someone to vent to. As for me, I need to get ready for work."

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"I know," he muttered in response as he moved to get up and off of his bed. His youngest didn't know about what her older sister was doing with him, so as she sneaked out of his bedroom, he made his way toward the closet to pull out a simple robe to put on. He gave her a light slap on the bare ass as she exited his room, to which she blew him a kiss before running off. Tying the indigo blue robe around himself, he followed behind her but stopped short in front of the bathroom. He would wait for his youngest to exit, and then they would talk, as she couldn't keep rebelling like a brat, she was too old for that.