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You can't fall asleep so you cry out for daddy. Daddy comes to save you. He lulls you to sleep with his gentle voice. But then he remembers what he taught you. The special method where you massage yourself to fall asleep faster. But that didn't work. Then daddy brings out his special tool to help you go to sleep a little bit faster....
Four months ago you took a car off a besotted boyfriend, along with his money and most of his sleep. Tonight that car dies a few miles out, and he rolls up behind you full of concern — because he worked out what you were early, spent the rest of it gathering proof, and left exactly five dollars in the tank himself. You wait out the breakdown in a shuttered country church, and he follows you in with handcuffs and a proposition: one night of everything you never let him have, and he opens them again. Then he takes his time, keeping you a hair short of relief until you are the one bargaining. He gets what he came for, the succubus in you goes quiet, and the man standing over you sounds like someone who missed you.
Daddy loves Mommy very much and can tell that she needs attention. She is feeling very needy. Daddy helps her out and lets he rub herself on daddy. Watching as Mommy enjoys herself fully. Taking in everything that daddy has to offer. Mommy's in charge.... until Daddy gets back..... Daddy also decides that it's time to fill his beautiful fertile bride with his hot seed. Guaranteeing that after a long day, she'll get pregnant.
The window is open again, and he noticed — he noticed the first time, too. He is standing over your bed before you have worked out what the sound was: unhurried, pleased with himself, telling you he has thought about this for a long while and that your husband will not be coming home tonight. He does not rush and he does not stop talking. He narrates you back to yourself, waits for your body to answer him, and treats every objection as something he accounted for before he climbed in. Then the story runs out, and so does the act. His voice drops, the menace goes out of it, and the last three minutes are the man who loves you, holding you, glad you are willing to play like this with him.
He asks what you are into, and when you go shy he trades: his confession first, to buy yours. So you tell him about the mask, the break-in, the man who does not stop. He takes it seriously enough to make you agree a safe word, then kisses you goodbye, says he has errands, and mentions on his way out that he may have left the back gate unlocked. Half an hour later something comes through it, and your own man turns out to be unnervingly good at being a stranger: hunting you room to room, telling you what he already knows about you, pressing for a word you will not give him. It ends with him back in his own voice, promising you there is nothing wrong with you, offering to leave the mess until morning.
He is the man you left, and he is outside your door at one in the morning, reasonable at first, reminding you that the house was once both of yours. You do not open it. He comes in anyway. What he wants is a reason, why you stopped loving him, and when you have none for him, he decides the two of you must be playing the old game, the one where you say stop and he keeps going, then admits himself that nobody agreed to it this time. He talks all the way through: how much stronger he is, how your body keeps answering him while you hate him, what he means to leave inside you so that leaving him is no longer something you can do. It ends with his arms around you and no way back.
This may not be for everyone. But if you've ever been curious, now is definitely the time to explore. To experiment. To find out what you like. This is me talking to you (binaural) and seeing if I can ride the wave that is your mind. If you make it to the end... then you might need a towel.
LISTEN TO EXACTLY WHAT I SAY. FOLLOW MY VOICE TO A POWERFUL ORGASIL. LISTEN BEFORE BED AND YOU WILL FALL ASLEEP. I LOVE YOU
“Little red riding whore, Going to her grandmas house to get fucked Wolf babies in your tummy? I Like that. Tell me to stop… I know you like it… Try to run…” ***CONTENT WARNING**** Use of the term ‘R*pe’ happens at 9:37, 11:10, 14:15 17:12 “its your fault you got r*ped"
You call him on his drive home from work: people are coming over tonight, can he help you set up. He is the friend you have had for years, the one who watched every boyfriend come and go and never once said anything about it. He turns up hammering on your door doing a bad impression of the water company, and then he starts asking about the woman he is hoping to get lucky with. You go quiet. He notices, and he starts wondering who you actually got dressed up for. Then you climb into the shower he is using, one hand held over yourself, and there is nothing left to hide behind. What follows is slower and more careful than either of you expects, and the party you invented never does arrive.
You try to end it in a campus corridor after his lecture, and your professor will not hear it. He follows you home, lets himself in, and stands in your doorway certain this is a game you started — that pulling away was only your way of asking him to take charge. So he plays the part he thinks you wrote for him: possessive, unhurried, reminding you of the game the two of you used to play, the one where you fight and he wins. He talks the whole way through, sweet and filthy by turns. Two thirds in he stops, pulls out and holds his own finish back, making you ask for it in the words he chooses. Then he softens completely: adoring, promising he will never let you go.
Breeding Meditation. Just thought i'd drop this one in there....
Daddy helps you onto his lap where you get excited and bounce on him. He has to resist. He can't do all the nasty things he wants to do. It's definitely not appropriate. But he can't resist. He needs to take you. He forces himself deep inside and lets go in your womb. ****CONTENT WARNING***** excessive use of the term 'r*pe' and 'bitch' are used in the audio. Viewer discretion advised.
Relax and enjoy. Let yourself slip into this space. Daddy needs to teach you how to open up. It's very important that you listen and follow all of his instructions. Let it feel good sweetie.
You meet an older guy at the bar. He is seasoned. your curious. you've never been with an older guy before. You always wanted to see what a more experienced guy can do. You let him take you.... opening you up... letting his beast escape for you. Very spicy older guy audio roleplay.
We know you've been playing with your anus sweetie, Daddy caught you. The doctor is here to help stretch your anus and your vagina. Wow so filled up! such a good girl. Sweetie, Daddy.... Daddy loves you...
You are on your own front steps with the key already turned when a voice behind you tells you to walk back up them. He is a stranger who has watched this house long enough to know which room the safe is in, what hour your husband gets home, and what he thinks is under your clothes. He is unhurried, almost courteous, while you let him in and empty the safe into a pillowcase for him — and then he tells you the jewellery was never the only thing he came for. The rest he narrates in your ear: your fear, your body, the resistance and the moment it turns into something else. He leaves you loose and marked, with a suggestion about what to tell your husband.
Boyfriend's Thick Cock Stretches out your pussy forever
“Daddy doesn’t know what happened either… He just needs to be alone okay? Don’t touch there! It does feel good… Let’s just slide the tip in… Just the tip I promise… It’s okay to show you what it feels like? Right?…”
You have him strapped to the milking table, and you have already got what you came for: his cum, taken from him with your own hands while he curses you. He is the dominant you were never supposed to be able to hold down, and his fury sounds almost fond. He watches you rub it into yourself, tells you to go ahead, calls you a good girl when you come — and then explains what you missed while you were busy. His hands came free ten minutes ago. What follows is his accounting: a toy of yours he finds on the table, orgasm after orgasm on his schedule rather than yours, a broad hand resting at your throat to prove a point. It ends with him unhurried, pleased, and completely certain you untied him on purpose.
You surface in a windowless room, in a chair you do not recognise, with rope at your wrists and your head too heavy to lift. The man watching you belongs to your father's world — his old partner's son, who spent one afternoon in your company years ago and never let go. He tells you, almost fondly, what it cost him to get you into this room, that he has been at the edge of your life ever since that summer, and that nobody is coming. Then the blindfold comes off and he takes his time with you, needing to hear you say out loud who you belong to. It ends with him telling you this is not temporary — that you are his, that he loves you, and that the two of you have a lot to discuss.
Hi Sweetie, remember me? It's your Daddy! Can I give my sweetie pie a kiss? Wait don't run!! Don't worry, Daddy will find you... he's always watching....
His lecture ends, the seminar room empties, and he asks you to stay a moment. He praises your essay first, warmly, like a colleague, then turns one British spelling into evidence, and the warmth goes out of the room. Plagiarism, he says: the dean's office, your scholarship, your record, everything you came here for. Or the two of you could work something out privately, with frosted glass on the door and no record of the conversation. He tells you outright how much he enjoys holding this over you, and how long he has watched you in his lectures. By the end he has decided a baby would teach you responsibility, and he writes that into the deal too. Then he sends you back to work, courteous again, and invites you to come by after class any time.
Grinding on Daddy's lap like a good girl. Doing everything your told. Obeying Daddy. Daddy is so proud. Make Daddy proud and listen to what he says.....
You can't fall asleep so you cry out for daddy. Daddy comes to save you. He lulls you to sleep with his gentle voice. But then he remembers what he taught you. The special method where you massage yourself to fall asleep faster. But that didn't work. Then daddy brings out his special tool to help you go to sleep a little bit faster....
Four months ago you took a car off a besotted boyfriend, along with his money and most of his sleep. Tonight that car dies a few miles out, and he rolls up behind you full of concern — because he worked out what you were early, spent the rest of it gathering proof, and left exactly five dollars in the tank himself. You wait out the breakdown in a shuttered country church, and he follows you in with handcuffs and a proposition: one night of everything you never let him have, and he opens them again. Then he takes his time, keeping you a hair short of relief until you are the one bargaining. He gets what he came for, the succubus in you goes quiet, and the man standing over you sounds like someone who missed you.
Daddy loves Mommy very much and can tell that she needs attention. She is feeling very needy. Daddy helps her out and lets he rub herself on daddy. Watching as Mommy enjoys herself fully. Taking in everything that daddy has to offer. Mommy's in charge.... until Daddy gets back..... Daddy also decides that it's time to fill his beautiful fertile bride with his hot seed. Guaranteeing that after a long day, she'll get pregnant.
The window is open again, and he noticed — he noticed the first time, too. He is standing over your bed before you have worked out what the sound was: unhurried, pleased with himself, telling you he has thought about this for a long while and that your husband will not be coming home tonight. He does not rush and he does not stop talking. He narrates you back to yourself, waits for your body to answer him, and treats every objection as something he accounted for before he climbed in. Then the story runs out, and so does the act. His voice drops, the menace goes out of it, and the last three minutes are the man who loves you, holding you, glad you are willing to play like this with him.
He asks what you are into, and when you go shy he trades: his confession first, to buy yours. So you tell him about the mask, the break-in, the man who does not stop. He takes it seriously enough to make you agree a safe word, then kisses you goodbye, says he has errands, and mentions on his way out that he may have left the back gate unlocked. Half an hour later something comes through it, and your own man turns out to be unnervingly good at being a stranger: hunting you room to room, telling you what he already knows about you, pressing for a word you will not give him. It ends with him back in his own voice, promising you there is nothing wrong with you, offering to leave the mess until morning.
He is the man you left, and he is outside your door at one in the morning, reasonable at first, reminding you that the house was once both of yours. You do not open it. He comes in anyway. What he wants is a reason, why you stopped loving him, and when you have none for him, he decides the two of you must be playing the old game, the one where you say stop and he keeps going, then admits himself that nobody agreed to it this time. He talks all the way through: how much stronger he is, how your body keeps answering him while you hate him, what he means to leave inside you so that leaving him is no longer something you can do. It ends with his arms around you and no way back.
This may not be for everyone. But if you've ever been curious, now is definitely the time to explore. To experiment. To find out what you like. This is me talking to you (binaural) and seeing if I can ride the wave that is your mind. If you make it to the end... then you might need a towel.
LISTEN TO EXACTLY WHAT I SAY. FOLLOW MY VOICE TO A POWERFUL ORGASIL. LISTEN BEFORE BED AND YOU WILL FALL ASLEEP. I LOVE YOU
“Little red riding whore, Going to her grandmas house to get fucked Wolf babies in your tummy? I Like that. Tell me to stop… I know you like it… Try to run…” ***CONTENT WARNING**** Use of the term ‘R*pe’ happens at 9:37, 11:10, 14:15 17:12 “its your fault you got r*ped"
You call him on his drive home from work: people are coming over tonight, can he help you set up. He is the friend you have had for years, the one who watched every boyfriend come and go and never once said anything about it. He turns up hammering on your door doing a bad impression of the water company, and then he starts asking about the woman he is hoping to get lucky with. You go quiet. He notices, and he starts wondering who you actually got dressed up for. Then you climb into the shower he is using, one hand held over yourself, and there is nothing left to hide behind. What follows is slower and more careful than either of you expects, and the party you invented never does arrive.
You try to end it in a campus corridor after his lecture, and your professor will not hear it. He follows you home, lets himself in, and stands in your doorway certain this is a game you started — that pulling away was only your way of asking him to take charge. So he plays the part he thinks you wrote for him: possessive, unhurried, reminding you of the game the two of you used to play, the one where you fight and he wins. He talks the whole way through, sweet and filthy by turns. Two thirds in he stops, pulls out and holds his own finish back, making you ask for it in the words he chooses. Then he softens completely: adoring, promising he will never let you go.
Breeding Meditation. Just thought i'd drop this one in there....
Daddy helps you onto his lap where you get excited and bounce on him. He has to resist. He can't do all the nasty things he wants to do. It's definitely not appropriate. But he can't resist. He needs to take you. He forces himself deep inside and lets go in your womb. ****CONTENT WARNING***** excessive use of the term 'r*pe' and 'bitch' are used in the audio. Viewer discretion advised.
Relax and enjoy. Let yourself slip into this space. Daddy needs to teach you how to open up. It's very important that you listen and follow all of his instructions. Let it feel good sweetie.
You meet an older guy at the bar. He is seasoned. your curious. you've never been with an older guy before. You always wanted to see what a more experienced guy can do. You let him take you.... opening you up... letting his beast escape for you. Very spicy older guy audio roleplay.
We know you've been playing with your anus sweetie, Daddy caught you. The doctor is here to help stretch your anus and your vagina. Wow so filled up! such a good girl. Sweetie, Daddy.... Daddy loves you...
You are on your own front steps with the key already turned when a voice behind you tells you to walk back up them. He is a stranger who has watched this house long enough to know which room the safe is in, what hour your husband gets home, and what he thinks is under your clothes. He is unhurried, almost courteous, while you let him in and empty the safe into a pillowcase for him — and then he tells you the jewellery was never the only thing he came for. The rest he narrates in your ear: your fear, your body, the resistance and the moment it turns into something else. He leaves you loose and marked, with a suggestion about what to tell your husband.
Boyfriend's Thick Cock Stretches out your pussy forever
“Daddy doesn’t know what happened either… He just needs to be alone okay? Don’t touch there! It does feel good… Let’s just slide the tip in… Just the tip I promise… It’s okay to show you what it feels like? Right?…”
You have him strapped to the milking table, and you have already got what you came for: his cum, taken from him with your own hands while he curses you. He is the dominant you were never supposed to be able to hold down, and his fury sounds almost fond. He watches you rub it into yourself, tells you to go ahead, calls you a good girl when you come — and then explains what you missed while you were busy. His hands came free ten minutes ago. What follows is his accounting: a toy of yours he finds on the table, orgasm after orgasm on his schedule rather than yours, a broad hand resting at your throat to prove a point. It ends with him unhurried, pleased, and completely certain you untied him on purpose.
You surface in a windowless room, in a chair you do not recognise, with rope at your wrists and your head too heavy to lift. The man watching you belongs to your father's world — his old partner's son, who spent one afternoon in your company years ago and never let go. He tells you, almost fondly, what it cost him to get you into this room, that he has been at the edge of your life ever since that summer, and that nobody is coming. Then the blindfold comes off and he takes his time with you, needing to hear you say out loud who you belong to. It ends with him telling you this is not temporary — that you are his, that he loves you, and that the two of you have a lot to discuss.
Hi Sweetie, remember me? It's your Daddy! Can I give my sweetie pie a kiss? Wait don't run!! Don't worry, Daddy will find you... he's always watching....
His lecture ends, the seminar room empties, and he asks you to stay a moment. He praises your essay first, warmly, like a colleague, then turns one British spelling into evidence, and the warmth goes out of the room. Plagiarism, he says: the dean's office, your scholarship, your record, everything you came here for. Or the two of you could work something out privately, with frosted glass on the door and no record of the conversation. He tells you outright how much he enjoys holding this over you, and how long he has watched you in his lectures. By the end he has decided a baby would teach you responsibility, and he writes that into the deal too. Then he sends you back to work, courteous again, and invites you to come by after class any time.
Grinding on Daddy's lap like a good girl. Doing everything your told. Obeying Daddy. Daddy is so proud. Make Daddy proud and listen to what he says.....
A good story doesn’t need a screen. Every title in this library is a complete erotic audio story — a scene with a beginning, a build, and an ending that lands — performed by the one voice this whole site is named for. Some are ten-minute detours; some are hour-long slow burns. All of them tell you exactly what you’re getting into before you press play: the length, the mood, and how filthy it gets.
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