u/impossible_things46

I just really love women of all kinds, but I've long found myself drawn to gay women.

Most women I've dated have been bi. Plus there have been several occasions I've gotten a crush on a woman only to later find out that she's a lesbian. I'm not why this is exactly that makes you all my type. Probably because you're cute, but not too feminine or dolled up. There is a coolness, confidence, and swagger you don't always see in straight women, and often some alluring tattoos as well.

The few chats I've had with gay women on here have been my absolute favorite. Especially those that also enjoy talking about sexy and slutty outfits. Also, if you find that you're interested in me as well? I certainly won't be disappointed.

Come chat with me! I'm a horny, but a very respectful man.

This prompt is purely fantasy and involves only 18+ characters. As long as this prompt is up, it’s open.

There you are again, in the backyard, lounging by the pool and taking pictures with your best friends. You’ve been home from your first year of college for a week now, and it's clear how this summer of yours is shaping up. Far from a job or an internship, your idea of a break seems to just be partying with friends and showing off to the world via Tiktok and Instagram, shirking all responsibility and forgetting about tomorrow. As your father, it's enough to drive me crazy, especially when I’ve worked at a high-paying but soul-crushing job for the last twenty years to help give you the best opportunities in the world. Opportunities that you’re now squandering for the chance to shake your ass and giggle at a camera twenty times a day.

I still love you though. More than anyone in the world. You’ve always been a pretty girl, but that first year away at university has changed you in ways that I never would have predicted. I am ashamed to admit it, but as a man I must. You are an absolute bombshell now, filled out with delicious curves, mischievous eyes, and utterly flawless skin. Even your fashion sense has changed. You don't seem to own a pair of jeans or a simple t-shirt any more, instead always prancing around in tiny shorts, glittering dresses, and a seemingly endless supply of string bikinis which are apparently a favorite of your followers.

I can hear you giggling with your friends by the pool in the backyard even as I stand in the garage, a sheen of sweat across my skin as I pull the barbell into the last curl of that set. I strain and grunt as I feel my muscles flex and burn before dropping the weight to the ground and sitting back on a bench behind, running my hand through my beard and my short, salt and pepper hair. Despite how exhausted I am, I look down to see that my cock is erect in my shorts, rock hard once again and nearly poking out of the leg of my shorts.

"Dammit..." I remark quietly. I had hoped that this new workout routine would do a better job of calming me down, but it was just as ineffective as the last one and left me with the deep, palpable desire I always felt when I heard you laughing and enjoying yourself in your delightfully promiscuous and carefree way. As usual, soon after this feeling follows the familiar shame. The shame that my daughter does this to me. The feeling that I want you more than anything in the world, but would be seen a monster for trying to act on my feelings or even allow anyone in the world to know about them.

But how can I resist you? No one could. The more I watch you and your beautiful friends, the more I realize that you growing social media fame and obvious popularity could be so much more. With the proper encouragement, guidance, management, and a touch of love, you could go from novice bikini model to one of the all-time great talents of slutty on-camera sexuality. I know that inside of my beautiful, vivacious daughter is the potential to be the next legend of porn, the Queen of OnlyFans, and the fawned-over slut supreme. Who better to unlock that potential than me? Who better to train me to be an eager, blissed out cocksucker for the world's viewing pleasure than my own beloved, trusted father? Who better to claim your millions and millions of dollars of earnings than the man to whom you have always owed everything?

Better still, the thought of you bent over on all fours, looking back at me with those beautiful, lustful eyes and that slutty smile that makes my knees weak as I try to make my thick cock fit inside your tight little cunt... "Oh, Daddy! Yes, Daddy!" I imagine you screaming. "I'm a good girl! Cum inside my slutty little..." Fuck! I needed to stop this!

Since you turned eighteen last year, this has been an immense and problematic part of my life, but I knew that I could never tell a soul about it. Despite this, my life has undergone some immense changes and I feel like I've gone from a dominant (though some would say arrogant), in-control, married, forty-five year old family man to a shy, disgusting pervert. At least, I've started to become that way around you. I'd like to say that each one of the things I've been doing lately is for me, but I know deep down that they haven't. They've been for you. Every last one of them.

Why have I been working out and getting into shape? Because it helps to take my mind off of my raging desires. Plus, I've been hoping that it will make you notice me, and your Mother certainly hasn't complained. Why have she and I been having a lot more loud, rough sex in the past year? Because she looks just like you, of course and I've had to bite my lip hard more than once to stop myself from crying out your name. Why do all of the porn-stars I jerk off to have the exact same hair color and body type as you? Duh. Why do I spend my hard earned money on you day after day, giving you everything you want without question. Yep, you guess it!

The stress of it all has been increasing day after day. I feel like I'm going mad at times and I feel that soon, something has to give. That will probably mean asking you to move out so that you can't tempt me anymore, but that is also the last thing that I want to do.

These thoughts all race through my head as I sigh and stand up, heading inside the house and in the direction of my computer in order to take care of the thick, throbbing erection I now have. On my way, however, I end up walking by the screen door that leads into the backyard, finding it only slightly open so that I'm able to clearly hear the conversation happening between you and the other girls. When I hear the word "Onlyfans" I stop in my tracks, turning back and hiding behind the doorframe in order to hear more.

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Welcome to a world of incest, betrayal, exploitation, and unquestioning daughterly love. The core thing that I'm looking for here is a story about a father who decides to exploit his gorgeous, ambitious daughter for his own pleasure and financial gain. What exactly our relationship is like and who else is in the family is up for discussion, as is where exactly this will ultimately go.

My kinks include: incest, BDSM, casual nudity, choking, corruption, cucking, cunnilingus, Dd/Lg, dirty talk, hair pulling, outfit control, poly dynamics, praise, rough sex, size difference, sloppy blowjobs, spanking, toys, threesomes and much, much more! (Though not all are required and can be up for discussion)

My limits are beast, blood, feet, piss, pregnancy, underage, scat, rimming, and vomit.

There you are again, in the backyard, lounging by the pool and taking pictures with your best friends. You’ve been home from your first year of college for a week now, and it's clear how this summer of yours is shaping up. Far from a job or an internship, your idea of a break seems to just be partying with friends and showing off to the world via Tiktok and Instagram, shirking all responsibility and forgetting about tomorrow. As your father, it's enough to drive me crazy, especially when I’ve worked at a high-paying but soul-crushing job for the last twenty years to help give you the best opportunities in the world. Opportunities that you’re now squandering for the chance to shake your ass and giggle at a camera twenty times a day.

I still love you though. More than anyone in the world. You’ve always been a pretty girl, but that first year away at university has changed you in ways that I never would have predicted. I am ashamed to admit it, but as a man I must. You are an absolute bombshell now, filled out with delicious curves, mischievous eyes, and utterly flawless skin. Even your fashion sense has changed. You don't seem to own a pair of jeans or a simple t-shirt any more, instead always prancing around in tiny shorts, glittering dresses, and a seemingly endless supply of string bikinis which are apparently a favorite of your followers.

I can hear you giggling with your friends by the pool in the backyard even as I stand in the garage, a sheen of sweat across my skin as I pull the barbell into the last curl of that set. I strain and grunt as I feel my muscles flex and burn before dropping the weight to the ground and sitting back on a bench behind, running my hand through my beard and my short, salt and pepper hair. Despite how exhausted I am, I look down to see that my cock is erect in my shorts, rock hard once again and nearly poking out of the leg of my shorts.

"Dammit..." I remark quietly. I had hoped that this new workout routine would do a better job of calming me down, but it was just as ineffective as the last one and left me with the deep, palpable desire I always felt when I heard you laughing and enjoying yourself in your delightfully promiscuous and carefree way. As usual, soon after this feeling follows the familiar shame. The shame that my daughter does this to me. The feeling that I want you more than anything in the world, but would be seen a monster for trying to act on my feelings or even allow anyone in the world to know about them.

But how can I resist you? No one could. The more I watch you and your beautiful friends, the more I realize that you growing social media fame and obvious popularity could be so much more. With the proper encouragement, guidance, management, and a touch of love, you could go from novice bikini model to one of the all-time great talents of slutty on-camera sexuality. I know that inside of my beautiful, vivacious daughter is the potential to be the next legend of porn, the Queen of OnlyFans, and the fawned-over slut supreme. Who better to unlock that potential than me? Who better to train me to be an eager, blissed out cocksucker for the world's viewing pleasure than my own beloved, trusted father? Who better to claim your millions and millions of dollars of earnings than the man to whom you have always owed everything?

Better still, the thought of you bent over on all fours, looking back at me with those beautiful, lustful eyes and that slutty smile that makes my knees weak as I try to make my thick cock fit inside your tight little cunt... "Oh, Daddy! Yes, Daddy!" I imagine you screaming. "I'm a good girl! Cum inside my slutty little..." Fuck! I needed to stop this!

Since you turned eighteen last year, this has been an immense and problematic part of my life, but I knew that I could never tell a soul about it. Despite this, my life has undergone some immense changes and I feel like I've gone from a dominant (though some would say arrogant), in-control, married, forty-five year old family man to a shy, disgusting pervert. At least, I've started to become that way around you. I'd like to say that each one of the things I've been doing lately is for me, but I know deep down that they haven't. They've been for you. Every last one of them.

Why have I been working out and getting into shape? Because it helps to take my mind off of my raging desires. Plus, I've been hoping that it will make you notice me, and your Mother certainly hasn't complained. Why have she and I been having a lot more loud, rough sex in the past year? Because she looks just like you, of course and I've had to bite my lip hard more than once to stop myself from crying out your name. Why do all of the porn-stars I jerk off to have the exact same hair color and body type as you? Duh. Why do I spend my hard earned money on you day after day, giving you everything you want without question. Yep, you guess it!

The stress of it all has been increasing day after day. I feel like I'm going mad at times and I feel that soon, something has to give. That will probably mean asking you to move out so that you can't tempt me anymore, but that is also the last thing that I want to do.

These thoughts all race through my head as I sigh and stand up, heading inside the house and in the direction of my computer in order to take care of the thick, throbbing erection I now have. On my way, however, I end up walking by the screen door that leads into the backyard, finding it only slightly open so that I'm able to clearly hear the conversation happening between you and the other girls. When I hear the word "Onlyfans" I stop in my tracks, turning back and hiding behind the doorframe in order to hear more.

 *****************************************************

Welcome to a world of incest, betrayal, exploitation, and unquestioning daughterly love. The core thing that I'm looking for here is a story about a father who decides to exploit his gorgeous, ambitious daughter for his own pleasure and financial gain. What exactly our relationship is like and who else is in the family is up for discussion, as is where exactly this will ultimately go.

My kinks include: incest, BDSM, casual nudity, choking, corruption, cucking, cunnilingus, Dd/Lg, dirty talk, hair pulling, outfit control, poly dynamics, praise, rough sex, size difference, sloppy blowjobs, spanking, toys, threesomes and much, much more! (Though not all are required and can be up for discussion)

My limits are beast, blood, feet, piss, pregnancy, underage, scat, rimming, and vomit.

This prompt is purely fantasy and involves only 18+ characters. As long as this prompt is up, it’s open.

“She’s here to see you now, Mr. Taylor.” Says the female voice from within my office phone.

“Alright. Thank you, Margarette. I’ll be just another minute.” I reply, before turning off the intercom and standing up from my comfortable leather chair. I adjust my tie, licking my lips absentmindedly as I think about you, the young lady waiting to see me in the other room. My oversized cock already begins to get hard beneath my slack pants, my mind filling with thoughts of you, as well as what I have in store for you when you arrive.

Now in my late forties, I’ve enjoyed a cushy job as the dean of Anderson College for several years. I’ve gained a reputation in that time as a man who’s always been able to inspire troubled youth and make them turn their lives towards a better path. Within the last year this has most noticeably become the case with female students, all of them leaving my office so much happier and more confident that when they arrived. They also act noticeably more obedient to authority and, while some have found that odd, I haven’t yet heard anyone complain.

The reason for all this is a dark and well-kept secret of mine. There is a device that I purchased on the black market a year ago that emits a sound frequency designed to infiltrate the subconscious of whomever listens to it. It blocks certain thought functions, making the victim dumber, happier and more obedient as well as insatiably horny. By placing two nearly invisible devices behind my ears to block the signal from affecting me, given time I can essentially turn any woman who walks into my office into a braindead bimbo eager to pleasure my cock in whatever way I see fit. And the best part? Once the device has been switched off, most don’t remember a thing that happened while they were under its influence. Even those who do only have fleeting memories or dreams that they can’t quite make sense of.

I carefully remove a painting from my office wall, revealing a safe hidden behind it. After punching in the twelve-digit number combination, it opens, but only a few small items are contained within. The first looks like a small wireless speaker able to fit in the palm of my hand while the other two are thin flesh-toned devices shaped to fit behind a person’s ear.

I put them on and take the speaker, placing it inside of my desk drawer for easy access. After putting everything back in order and sitting back in my chair I reach towards the intercom again, a sinister smile on my lips.

“Alright, Margarette. Send her in.” I say.

But who are you? Also why were you sent to see me in the first place? Are you a punk or a little brat who won’t listen to authority? Maybe you’re a campus slut who’s been caught engaging in inappropriate behavior. Whatever you’re background, I can guarantee your life will change after a nice long session with me. I might even ask you back for a second round. Just to see how you’re doing, of course.

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There are a lot of fun directions I think we can go with this, but most of them are based on the character you decide to play, which is totally up to you! I’d like your transformation to be a bit of a slow burn with our conversation starting out very seriously and progressing further and further into you doing the degrading things I say. I don’t ask for perfection but please be sure to somewhat match my writing style or I won’t respond.

My kinks include: eloquent writing, bimbofication, hypnosis, BDSM, casual nudity, choking, corruption, cucking, cunnilingus, Dd/Lg, dirty talk, hair pulling, outfit control, praise, rough sex, size difference, sloppy blowjobs, spanking, toys, threesomes, harems and much, much more! (Though not all are required and can be up for discussion)

My limits are lazy writing, beast, blood, feet, piss, pregnancy, underage, scat, rimming, and vomit.

I just really love women of all kinds, but I've long found myself drawn to gay women.

Most women I've dated have been bi. Plus there have been several occasions I've gotten a crush on a woman only to later find out that she's a lesbian. I'm not why this is exactly that makes you all my type. Probably because you're cute, but not too feminine or dolled up. There is a coolness, confidence, and swagger you don't always see in straight women, and often some alluring tattoos as well.

The few chats I've had with gay women on here have been my absolute favorite. Especially those that also enjoy talking about sexy and slutty outfits. Also, if you find that you're interested in me as well? I certainly won't be disappointed.

Come chat with me and talk to me about the kinds of hot girls you like! I'm a horny, but a very respectful man.