furthereducationforwomen:

Things got really hard on my daughter when she got to university. I know she managed to get in just by the skin of her teeth (and that was because I knew a few people on the admissions board). It wasn’t even the 3rd day of class when she was running to Daddy crying about how stressful it all was. I think fresher’s week had given her the wrong idea of what to expect - especially since she spent most of it fucked out of her mind on party drugs and leaning up against an alley wall somewhere getting her holes ruined by the 4th guy that day. It’s not like she was really going to change much just because uni started anyway.
Fortunately I knew exactly what to do to calm her down, leading her to the bedroom I just bent her over, stroked her head and pushed every inch of cock I could up into her perpetually sopping little hole. It seemed like every ounce of stress drained out of her with just the first stroke as she sank down on her shoulders. A blissful expression came on her face along with a soft moan and a slight whimper each time we cock side back out of her leaving her feeling empty and needy again. Every fuck up into her eager and twitching cunt seemed to push out another worry, another fear and leave behind my happy, simple, wet little whore doll. I think she’s going to need this kind of stress treatment a LOT this year.
All women should be like this.

furthereducationforwomen:

Things got really hard on my daughter when she got to university. I know she managed to get in just by the skin of her teeth (and that was because I knew a few people on the admissions board). It wasn’t even the 3rd day of class when she was running to Daddy crying about how stressful it all was. I think fresher’s week had given her the wrong idea of what to expect - especially since she spent most of it fucked out of her mind on party drugs and leaning up against an alley wall somewhere getting her holes ruined by the 4th guy that day. It’s not like she was really going to change much just because uni started anyway.

Fortunately I knew exactly what to do to calm her down, leading her to the bedroom I just bent her over, stroked her head and pushed every inch of cock I could up into her perpetually sopping little hole. It seemed like every ounce of stress drained out of her with just the first stroke as she sank down on her shoulders. A blissful expression came on her face along with a soft moan and a slight whimper each time we cock side back out of her leaving her feeling empty and needy again. Every fuck up into her eager and twitching cunt seemed to push out another worry, another fear and leave behind my happy, simple, wet little whore doll. I think she’s going to need this kind of stress treatment a LOT this year.

All women should be like this.

(Source: flingsofthefuture, via smalltitteddoll)

netman469:

fucking—nice—lips:
the-dark-basement:

Just saying…sometimes a smack across her whore face is all it take to cure an attitude.

the-dark-basement:

Just saying…sometimes a smack across her whore face is all it take to cure an attitude.

(via smalltitteddoll)

cambridge-misogynist-2:

She’s looking around for someone to help her. She won’t find anyone

cambridge-misogynist-2:

She’s looking around for someone to help her. She won’t find anyone

(via smalltitteddoll)

smalltitteddoll:

twistedtamed:

I don’t want you to be confused; I don’t give a shit about anything other than your tight little asshole. I’m not even sure I remember your last name.

I don’t know why you bothered to remember her first name

smalltitteddoll:

twistedtamed:

I don’t want you to be confused; I don’t give a shit about anything other than your tight little asshole. I’m not even sure I remember your last name.

I don’t know why you bothered to remember her first name

smalltitteddoll:

hardcore-puppets:

It’s not abandoned anymore. You’re there every night; you dragged a mattress out of the dumpster, up a flight of stairs into the room a month ago.

You are a filthy fucking cunt.

Your hands had shook as you peeled off your clothes, lying down on its creaking springs. Fucking yourself that first night alone, dust and the damp mattress, your moans echoing off the walls.

You are a filthy fucking cunt.

The next week you brought men back here, from bars and restaurants, from OKCupid, from the fucking Mall. You couldn’t say no. Their strange hands pinning you face down on the dirty floor. The rough ones, the cruel ones, the guilty ones. You gave them all what they wanted.

You are a filthy fucking cunt.

Last week you’d hit up backpage, craigslist, every swinger site and forum you could find. you’d licked piss and cum off the stained concrete and you didn’t even know their names.

You are a filthy fucking cunt.

Nobody asks now. They don’t need an invite. They bring liquor, drugs, pizza, their friends. They’re rougher, nastier. Your skin is covered in bruises, your holes sting and ache, but you can’t stop. This is what you’re for. It’s where you belong.
because you? You are a Filthy. Fucking. Cunt.

I feel like I just read a story where I became famous. I have that same, hopeful, inspired feeling. This. This is what I want if I can’t be owned.

smalltitteddoll:

hardcore-puppets:

It’s not abandoned anymore. You’re there every night; you dragged a mattress out of the dumpster, up a flight of stairs into the room a month ago.

You are a filthy fucking cunt.

Your hands had shook as you peeled off your clothes, lying down on its creaking springs. Fucking yourself that first night alone, dust and the damp mattress, your moans echoing off the walls.

You are a filthy fucking cunt.

The next week you brought men back here, from bars and restaurants, from OKCupid, from the fucking Mall. You couldn’t say no. Their strange hands pinning you face down on the dirty floor. The rough ones, the cruel ones, the guilty ones. You gave them all what they wanted.

You are a filthy fucking cunt.

Last week you’d hit up backpage, craigslist, every swinger site and forum you could find. you’d licked piss and cum off the stained concrete and you didn’t even know their names.

You are a filthy fucking cunt.

Nobody asks now. They don’t need an invite. They bring liquor, drugs, pizza, their friends. They’re rougher, nastier. Your skin is covered in bruises, your holes sting and ache, but you can’t stop. This is what you’re for. It’s where you belong.

because you? You are a Filthy. Fucking. Cunt.

I feel like I just read a story where I became famous. I have that same, hopeful, inspired feeling. This. This is what I want if I can’t be owned.

hardcore-puppets:

This is not my girl. This one is a substitute. An understudy. It is not as tall, so I make it wear heels to compensate. It poses and spends its free time naked as I test new ideas on it, so that on the night, with my girl, the girl I want, I’m together, practiced, effortlessly collected.
This cunt takes the sprains, the bad hits, the numb fingers. This cunt takes the knocks. This cunt holds awkward poses while I plan a beating. She does it without complaint, even responding to the name that isn’t hers. Sometimes she cries, before stopping herself and apologising. I’ve sent her home for less.
She loves, adores, worships me and knows what I’m doing to her is monstrous. She would love me for this alone, but knowing the lengths I go to for my girl she can’t help but feel impressed. She’s proud and sickened to just be a small, invisible part of my happiness. 
I have not fucked it. I will not for the foreseeable future. It knows that sooner or later, I will get bored with my girl, and it hopes that it will be pleasing enough to be given a chance. It needs an owner that respects his property enough to use an understudy for the drudgery. It wants an owner that respects its property enough to never fuck that understudy. 
Today it serves, and hopes for a better tomorrow.

hardcore-puppets:

This is not my girl. This one is a substitute. An understudy. It is not as tall, so I make it wear heels to compensate. It poses and spends its free time naked as I test new ideas on it, so that on the night, with my girl, the girl I want, I’m together, practiced, effortlessly collected.

This cunt takes the sprains, the bad hits, the numb fingers. This cunt takes the knocks. This cunt holds awkward poses while I plan a beating. She does it without complaint, even responding to the name that isn’t hers. Sometimes she cries, before stopping herself and apologising. I’ve sent her home for less.

She loves, adores, worships me and knows what I’m doing to her is monstrous. She would love me for this alone, but knowing the lengths I go to for my girl she can’t help but feel impressed. She’s proud and sickened to just be a small, invisible part of my happiness. 

I have not fucked it. I will not for the foreseeable future. It knows that sooner or later, I will get bored with my girl, and it hopes that it will be pleasing enough to be given a chance. It needs an owner that respects his property enough to use an understudy for the drudgery. It wants an owner that respects its property enough to never fuck that understudy. 

Today it serves, and hopes for a better tomorrow.

(via smalltitteddoll)

(Source: netman469)

(Source: netman469)