Thoughts of an English gentleman as I approach 50.
I'm in an open polyamorous marriage - my wife knows about this side of me, and approves.
Gave up on tumblr after three deleted blogs in 2020, so here I am.
Messages and asks are open, I never share pictures that I receive, I love to chat. And since the messaging here sucks balls, I'm on discord disgustingoldman#3093 and Snapchat - lancashirebloke. Also on session but posting it here messes up the page formatting so ask nicely for it if you want it.
Looking to find the right kind of girl to spend time with, do icky things, and help her find her place in the world. Message me if you're interested in exploring what we could do together, preferably in person but online can be lots of fun too.
The days when she'd come home from school and find her mother out but her dad working from home were some of her favourites. She'd prance into his office in her cute little uniform and give him a big kiss to say she was home, knowing exactly how she was triggering him. "I'm going to get changed now, daddy," she'd purr in his ear before bouncing away to take off her uniform, check her hair was up, and wait.
The days when he wouldn't move, but just sit at work frustrated, were long behind them now. She still couldn't believe how easy it had been to get him to do what she wanted, how he'd tried to resist for some fleeting moments but all the flashes, the glimpses of her sweet little body, the teases all added up. And after only five days of her greeting him like this when she came home was all it had taken.
The first day, she'd felt him get hard, had giggled as she brushed against his cock, then gone to change. But he did nothing. The second day, she repeated the action but started to stroke him through his clothes as she kissed him on the cheek to say she was home. Asking him if he liked her touch, her little hand on him. Telling him it was OK before she left to change. On Wednesday she went further and put her hand inside his pants, stroking her father's cock while she told him it was OK for him to get off to her like this. Feeling him getting closer to cumming and then stopping and asking if she'd gone too far. Giggling as she took her hand away from the frustrated cock, disappearing into her room to change and play with her little bald cunt as he sat in frustration.
On Thursday she wondered if she'd gone too far, opening her blouse so he could see her little tits, lifting her skirt to show off her wet panties, stroking his cock again as she knelt beside him. And telling him that if he wanted to cum he would have to rape her. He'd pushed her away and told her it was wrong, but that was the day her father knew he was going to have to do it.
And on the fifth day, she finally pushed him over the edge. Her little hand stroking his cock again, her tits on show slightly, lifting her skirt and rubbing her cunt through the flimsy fabric. Bending her face towards the cock that had made her, giving it a little kiss, a flick with her pretty little tongue, hoping this was the moment. Looking up into his eyes and asking "are you going to rape me, daddy? Don't you want to cum in my little X year old cunny?"
He'd snapped, and grabbed her hair, forcing his cock into her mouth. She smiled at him, letting him take her face, use her mouth to get off with. Plunging in and out as she swirled her tongue around and sucked on the head. Telling her that she was a disgusting little girl. That this was so wrong. That she was a slut, a whore, a cunt. And all the while she just grinned and rubbed her soaking cunt. She could tell he was getting close to cumming and tried to squirm away. She didn't want him to cum in her mouth, she needed him to rape her properly. Her hand on his thigh, pushing away, as his grip tightened on her hair. Pushing deeper and deeper with each thrust, making her gag and drool on her chest. He was raping her face but she deserved so much more. Holding her still he pushed into her throat and she struggled and gagged harder, trying desperately not to throw up. He let her up for air briefly and she gasped "you'll have to rape me if you want to cum, daddy," smiling through her watering eyes.
He'd not seen her move so fast in a long time as she took advantage of him loosening his grip on her hair. Running into her bedroom, onto the bed, pulling her drenched panties down, hoping beyond hope that this time he'd rape her.
Amy would never forget the day she lost her virginity. She finally got what she'd been craving for so long, her father came into her bedroom after her, angry. Telling her that she shouldn't try to get away from him every again. That she was going to get what she deserved now. That if she was going to act like a cunt he'd treat her like one. And then he'd plunged the cock that had created her into her tight cunt, both of them moaning together at the sensation. Fucking her deep and without mercy, his cock claiming her, stretching get, hurting her as the tip bumped into her cervix. But she didn't care. All she wanted was for this moment to go on and on and on forever. He'd slapped her hand away from her clit so she couldn't rub any more, telling her this was for his pleasure and not hers. Telling her how she deserved to be raped because she was a cock teasing cunt daughter, and she'd agreed and told him that she deserved him raping her and he needed to do it all the time. His hands had grabbed onto her as he'd pushed inside as far as he could go, fucking her si hard, and as she told him she wasn't in birth control because she was too little, it tipped him over the edge. Splashes of cum shooting from his cock into his fertile daughter over and over again as she thanked him for raping her.
Afterwards, she'd pulled her panties back up so that nothing spilled out. He'd calmly gone back to work, and when her mother came home she kissed her on the cheek and told her she'd had an amazing day when asked how it had been. Feeling her father's cum drip as she was telling her mother about banal things.
And now she craves the days when Daddy works from home and her mother isn't home. Because that's when she can get changed and whisper in his ear "rape a baby into me please". Knowing he's twisted round her little finger and will never say no to his little princess now.
Reblogged
Sent!
This blog contains adult content. In order to view it freely, please log in or register
and confirm you are 18 years or older
The days when she'd come home from school and find her mother out but her dad working from home were some of her favourites. She'd prance into his office in her cute little uniform and give him a big kiss to say she was home, knowing exactly how she was triggering him. "I'm going to get changed now, daddy," she'd purr in his ear before bouncing away to take off her uniform, check her hair was up, and wait.
The days when he wouldn't move, but just sit at work frustrated, were long behind them now. She still couldn't believe how easy it had been to get him to do what she wanted, how he'd tried to resist for some fleeting moments but all the flashes, the glimpses of her sweet little body, the teases all added up. And after only five days of her greeting him like this when she came home was all it had taken.
The first day, she'd felt him get hard, had giggled as she brushed against his cock, then gone to change. But he did nothing. The second day, she repeated the action but started to stroke him through his clothes as she kissed him on the cheek to say she was home. Asking him if he liked her touch, her little hand on him. Telling him it was OK before she left to change. On Wednesday she went further and put her hand inside his pants, stroking her father's cock while she told him it was OK for him to get off to her like this. Feeling him getting closer to cumming and then stopping and asking if she'd gone too far. Giggling as she took her hand away from the frustrated cock, disappearing into her room to change and play with her little bald cunt as he sat in frustration.
On Thursday she wondered if she'd gone too far, opening her blouse so he could see her little tits, lifting her skirt to show off her wet panties, stroking his cock again as she knelt beside him. And telling him that if he wanted to cum he would have to rape her. He'd pushed her away and told her it was wrong, but that was the day her father knew he was going to have to do it.
And on the fifth day, she finally pushed him over the edge. Her little hand stroking his cock again, her tits on show slightly, lifting her skirt and rubbing her cunt through the flimsy fabric. Bending her face towards the cock that had made her, giving it a little kiss, a flick with her pretty little tongue, hoping this was the moment. Looking up into his eyes and asking "are you going to rape me, daddy? Don't you want to cum in my little X year old cunny?"
He'd snapped, and grabbed her hair, forcing his cock into her mouth. She smiled at him, letting him take her face, use her mouth to get off with. Plunging in and out as she swirled her tongue around and sucked on the head. Telling her that she was a disgusting little girl. That this was so wrong. That she was a slut, a whore, a cunt. And all the while she just grinned and rubbed her soaking cunt. She could tell he was getting close to cumming and tried to squirm away. She didn't want him to cum in her mouth, she needed him to rape her properly. Her hand on his thigh, pushing away, as his grip tightened on her hair. Pushing deeper and deeper with each thrust, making her gag and drool on her chest. He was raping her face but she deserved so much more. Holding her still he pushed into her throat and she struggled and gagged harder, trying desperately not to throw up. He let her up for air briefly and she gasped "you'll have to rape me if you want to cum, daddy," smiling through her watering eyes.
He'd not seen her move so fast in a long time as she took advantage of him loosening his grip on her hair. Running into her bedroom, onto the bed, pulling her drenched panties down, hoping beyond hope that this time he'd rape her.
Amy would never forget the day she lost her virginity. She finally got what she'd been craving for so long, her father came into her bedroom after her, angry. Telling her that she shouldn't try to get away from him every again. That she was going to get what she deserved now. That if she was going to act like a cunt he'd treat her like one. And then he'd plunged the cock that had created her into her tight cunt, both of them moaning together at the sensation. Fucking her deep and without mercy, his cock claiming her, stretching get, hurting her as the tip bumped into her cervix. But she didn't care. All she wanted was for this moment to go on and on and on forever. He'd slapped her hand away from her clit so she couldn't rub any more, telling her this was for his pleasure and not hers. Telling her how she deserved to be raped because she was a cock teasing cunt daughter, and she'd agreed and told him that she deserved him raping her and he needed to do it all the time. His hands had grabbed onto her as he'd pushed inside as far as he could go, fucking her si hard, and as she told him she wasn't in birth control because she was too little, it tipped him over the edge. Splashes of cum shooting from his cock into his fertile daughter over and over again as she thanked him for raping her.
Afterwards, she'd pulled her panties back up so that nothing spilled out. He'd calmly gone back to work, and when her mother came home she kissed her on the cheek and told her she'd had an amazing day when asked how it had been. Feeling her father's cum drip as she was telling her mother about banal things.
And now she craves the days when Daddy works from home and her mother isn't home. Because that's when she can get changed and whisper in his ear "rape a baby into me please". Knowing he's twisted round her little finger and will never say no to his little princess now.