Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of incest or incest content.
Anonymous said: I love your stories. Can you write about a girl in her early 20s seeking a older man to be her first Dom.
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*Trigger Warning* The following piece of art may be offensive to some people because it contains rape fantasy, and is not real. Real rape is wrong. This story is intended for those who enjoy rape as a fantasy or role-play and it not intended to be real or to be reproduced in any way.
I had always been a dreamer but I was young and not really sure how to make my dreams into realities. It had been a rough year but thankfully, it was finally coming to a close. I thought over what I had done with myself over the past year and though I had done a lot of amazing things, I didn't feel fulfilled. I knew what I was looking for, it's just that it had been so hard to find what I was looking for.
I opened my computer to my profile on [name of site removed]. "Seeking Dom," it said in the headline. I had been searching for a dominant man to be my master for the entire year. I hadn't found the right guy yet and I was starting to give up hope. I thought about my goals. I was about to set the same goal I'd set every year since I'd turned eighteen; to become submissive to a daddy dom. I was twenty-two years old, and there were a lot of other worthy things I should have been spending my time trying to accomplish, but I was fixated on being made to fuck by my hot, older "daddy."
I took myself through my fantasies, rubbing my clit through my jeans as I realized how much I needed to be controlled and punished by an older man who truly knew what he was doing. I was tired of all the guys my own age and their selfish, lazy sexual appetites that left me unsatisfied every time. I imagined my daddy would be good in bed, someone that knew how to eat my pussy until I came and fucked me in all kinds of crazy ways that I had never experienced. I had been ready for so long and yet he hadn't shown up.
I let myself cum, my fingers still working my clit through my jeans. I knew what I wanted and this year had better be the fucking year! I could taste the bitterness of my inability to procure a dom for myself in the back of my throat, where I wished my daddy would slam his cock and make me choke. I wanted it so much and so I let myself go, cumming as I set my wish free into the universe one last time.
It was eleven-thirty and I was alone in my room. I had blown off my friends because I was paranoid about New Year's Eve. There were too many people out drinking and laughing that I felt like if something bad was going to happen it would be on this night. I was in my pajamas, which was basically just a really long t-shirt I had stolen from my first boyfriend. It was my go-to comfort shirt and I often wore no panties underneath so I could touch myself on the sly while my family was looking the other way.
I was ready for bed and I didn't even bother saying good-night or happy New Year to anyone in my family. I was depressed and I knew it. I just wanted to be alone and to not be bothered. Besides, the less I had to look at my nasty stepdad, the better. I knew my stepdad was a pervert and I wondered sometimes if my stepbrother ever checked me out. I could feel them looking at me and yearning to fuck me. I was pretty sure they would never do anything about it but I kind of enjoyed teasing them a bit with my body by bending over a little too far so they could see that I wasn't wearing panties under my t-shirt.
I planned on ringing in the new year asleep. I figured that was the best way in; eyes wide shut. I settled into my bed and turned out the light, cursing myself for another failed year. Perhaps this new year would finally be different. I kept telling myself that, repeating it like a mantra until I fell into a deep slumber.
It was dark. I was on some kind of ship and it was tossing me about, first to the left and then to the right. I could feel the pressure building beneath the deck of the boat, the cabin expanding from underneath. I felt dizzy and yet there was something I liked about this boat. The rocking was soothing and comforting. I felt like I was being rocked like a baby, lulled to sleep by a gentle lullaby until I was soft and warm. I could feel something in my pussy, wiggling around.
I looked down and screamed as I saw that my pussy was bare under my t-shirt and there was an older man with his fingers inside of my pussy. He was wiggling them around, a sadistic look of pleasure capturing his features.
"What are you doing?" I screamed. "Stop!"
"This is my pussy now!" he screamed, tackling me to the ground so hard that I hit my head on the deck of the boat.
"Oof!" I tried to roll out of the way of his body but he tackled me and opened my legs to get his fingers back inside. I could see him pawing at his pants with his free hand. He was on top of me and he was going to fuck me! I screamed as loudly as I could but it didn't deter him from continuing his attack.
"I've been waiting a long time to do this!" he informed me.
"Who are you?" I screamed. "Why are you doing this?"
"I want this young pussy wrapped around my cock, that's why. Now open up those legs and let daddy fuck you."
"Daddy?" I asked.
"Yes, princess. It's me. Daddy. I hope you like my cock, baby girl." He slid his cock into me and I hated the fact that my pussy was so juicy. I was basically being fucked by a stranger and I was terrified because of it. I had no idea who this man was or where his cock had been. Still, he called himself my daddy and that part of what was happening was actually turning me on. I was so desperate to have a daddy that I let myself cling to my rapist, playing along.
"Daddy, oh my God that cock is so big!"
"That's my girl, take Daddy's cock." The man fucked me hard and fast, using my body to get his cock off the way men do when they don't care about you. I was just a pussy to this man and the way that he was fucking me made that very clear. "Why are you cumming, you little slut!" he screamed
I couldn't answer, because of course, I was cumming my ass off on this stranger's dick on the deck of a boat in plain sight. Plenty of people had walked by but it was strange how they didn't even look at me screaming. They didn't seem alarmed at all, which made me think. Where exactly were we?