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Little Bunny

NSFW 🍋

Pairing: William Afton x AFAB! reader

Warning: age gap (reader is a grown adult), infidelity from William, pet names, minor breeding kink, Daddy kink, William is a shitty person, manipulation(?), rough sex, boss x employee, reader is unaware William has wife and kids (they're new to town and Will makes no effort to show he's married), reader is pretty oblivious, eating out, protected penetration, desk sex, minor pervert! William, scent kink, pussy slapping, Condom breaking, Praise kink, creampie, light degradation, he starts off 'nice' and then gets mean, alot of dirty talk, minor choking, overstimulation

Hey y'all... how's it been... I haven't posted a story since uh- April 17th, 2023 ....... yeah....hello again! I genuinely had the worst writers block & honestly horny block. Even when I started getting ideas and my thirsting back on, it was just never enough to write. I always hope when I start writing again it'll mean good news for my flow but, idk. (Also P.S I'm doing art commissions so if y'all wanna check that out you can right here , if you wanna, Just reblogging even if you're not interested would be really helpful, thank you!)

This is based off my own au so timeline may make no sense compared to the games and it is a rough idea - we're here for smut not lore. So please excuse the rough wages timeline wise. Just wanna say, I do not condone cheating or really, anything William does - but if you're crushing on a fictional character that kills kids you gotta accept he's gonna be scum. And sometimes you gotta embrace it a little.

You were one of the newer hires since the business has been getting slower, one too many crimes attached to the Pizzeria's reputation. Missing kid cases connected to the business but no proof to say it had any real causality to them. Bodies never found, no camera footage, solid alibis. Nothing. But that didn’t deter people. In fact, it seemed to bring a morbid curiosity. Some wanted to feel a sense of scandal by just being in the building. It was a small town, everyone knew everyone. Hearing their family diner was the talk of the town for so many headlines was horrid luck in attracting outside locals.

Unbeknownst to you, you were Williams best employee and to him, his little bunny, he was obsessed with you. But he knew had an image as your boss and a family man to uphold; but that didn’t stop him from trying to get a slice of your attention and getting what he wanted. He was a selfish man; he tried of the perfect suburb he’s crafted for himself. Who was he to deny his interest in the new hire? Sure you were younger but that just seemed to go in his favour.

Abit thankful the town, even in their grief, were still held by the morbid curiosity and tendencies to still come. The small boom in business makes it feel like how it has to be. Even gave him a reason to finally bring their newest attraction; a new band to play now he and Henry had to practically remodel themselves to centre stage. Freddy’s little band was minor show they pulled when they couldn’t perform or either of the springlock animatronics were out of commission. But if William can still keep this damn business afloat; he can give the spotlight to his newer creations.

The kids were finally done demanding your attention; it was a slow day since it was still early morning and most kids were at school. A band of kids flagged you down and insisted on giving you a makeover. Reluctantly, you agreed and you had two little girls who put chunky plastic jewelry they won or had on you. The boys immediately tried to put face paint on you, putting messy yellow face paint around your eyes and a bit of your cheek. You were so thankful when their parents finally coaxed their children to let you get back to work.

Huffing as you headed towards the back of the diner to get to the staff bathrooms, the back was still semi in construction. Loose wires here and there, some unpainted walls. Your coworkers said before the press and the police investigation the diner was expanding it’s building but with everything that happened; it’s all been delayed. Meanwhile, William saw everything through the security cameras, watching the chunky computer flicker through footage. Spotting you head towards the back, where the cameras were still buggy, quickly heading towards his office door and opening it; just so conveniently opening the door when you walk past and spotting you. Wearing that signature grin under his scruffy beard, his smile stretching uncomfortably wide. Stretching to his eyes but his stare never matched.

“Ah- little bunny, hopping away from the job, huh?” He teased softly, knowing full well what you were doing.

At the sound of his voice, you jump as a noise of surprise slips out from you.

“No! Oh no-! I just wanted to get this face paint off!” You quickly say, not wanting my boss to think you were trying to slack off. Sheepishly gesturing to the thick yellow face paint around your eyes as your cheeks, feeling them heat up with embarrassment. You looked so stupid. He couldn't help but laugh, that was the reaction he liked – seeing you becoming sheepish around him. He can feel his smile grow wider.

“We can’t have you not look the part.” He tuts, using the still semi wet face paint on your cheek and smearing it on the tip of your nose, making a heart shape with it , his thumb now smudged with yellow as he liked the bunny-like nose he painted on you. It surprised you, eyes widening as you grew an awkward smile as you adjusted your uniform. Your trainers are scratching the back of your other leg, feeling the purple knee high socks roll down due to it. “I guess we can’t.”

“Let’s fix that then.” William patted the doorframe of his office before gesturing you to get inside, he wasn’t going to have you scurry off to the bathroom. “Come sit, little bunny, let’s sort this face paint, hm? I don’t want anyone else seeing you like this in public” He chuckled, moving out of your way so you could enter. “It’d be pretty embarrassing-“ William saw the way you squirmed at the idea of being considered an embarrassment to your own employer, deciding to give you some mercy as he finished his sentence. “-for you, wouldn’t it?”

You reluctantly agree, sighing as you walk into his office. Seeing the golden bunny plush on his shelf of memorabilia of his work. Trying to calm yourself down from your own prickling nerves, Fiddling with the wire bunny paper holder on his desk as you couldn’t help but chuckle at the obvious attatched he had to to the long eared creature. His eyes followed your every move; the bunny plushie was something important to him, something sentimental; it was a plush of the golden rabbit he once dressed up as. A victory statement to himself for what he got away with; he liked having trinkets of his achievements. He closed his office door, contemplating locking it but didn’t want to get too eager. Making sure the window was covered with the mini curtain; the more privacy the better.

He guided you to sit In the plush yellow chair beyond you, grabbing some wet wipes from the drawer of his desk. “Such a soft little bunny, can I touch?” He asked playfully, crouching in front of you as he turned his attention to your face, using a wet wipe to remove the paint smear from your nose first. Your nose scrunched at the sudden feel of something wet. The smell was always too clean – some just smelt acidic. When you sat down, you didn’t expect to get somewhat pampered, you knew William could be pretty hands on as a person but you didn’t expect this. He cleaned up the rest of your face without much issue, his movements were precise and a bit rough when it comes to rubbing off the face paint on your cheeks. The thicker spots and cheap paint make it cling to your skin abit more. When satisfied with the wipe and picking up the next wipe to start on getting the yellow around your eyes off, careful to avoid poking your eyes.

Peering down as he saw you fiddling with the fabric of your shorts; one of the reasons he loved the summer time. He got to see your pretty legs on show. He had the desire to run his finger down the length of your shorts, he couldn’t get the thought out of his head, like an itch he couldn’t scratch. But he held himself back, just as he did with the urge to pull you away from the seat right now and on top of him.

Once he pulled away you gently tried to dab away some of the dampness with your hand. Your cheeks stinging a bit from his roughness. Smoothing out your clothes to look more presentable as you hummed. “Thank you, Mr Afton.” You say, just reaching down to sort out your fallen down sock.

“It's not a problem at all, I have to make sure everyone follows uniform code.” William shrugged, throwing the crumbled wet wipes into the bucket looking pin by his desk. You were so oblivious to how obsessed he was with you. Letting him wipe your face clean and didn’t even protest. He often wondered what excuses you made up in your cute little head to not dwell on his behaviour.

His focus shifted as he watched you reach down, beating you to it as he grabbed your ankle and propped your foot on his thigh, wiggling your sock back up until it reached up just under your knee, giving you a pat with his signature grin. You knew this wasn’t very professional but he always seemed so doting; you just took it as perhaps it was just his instincts to take care of others. Unaware of the horrific things he’s done. His persona to others as this caring, sweet businessman – blaming him snapping at workings as stress and then gifts his employees with free snacks or drinks to make up for it.

“Thank you again.” You say. Nodding to your now lifted sock as you look down at him, still crouched before you.

“I already said it's no problem, being too polite can be annoying.” William stated, his words sickly sweet. As if just giving some friendly advice. Rubbing your knee as his thumb caressed it. He knew this might be inappropriate but he needed this and you were such a good little employee; you wouldn’t speak up, you were a good little bunny that does what he asks. Always trying to please the people around you and fit in as the new hire of the place.

He could still see the faint remnants of yellow face paint around your eyes that he decided to leave alone, it made your eyes pop, it made you look even more pretty. He gently grabbed back of your hand, holding the palm upright and used his index finger to draw his initials in the centre; marking you as his in a way you’d never know, his other palm was hovering over yours gently. He leaned in and made sure the blinds of the window were still shut; gently kissing your hand.

Which you, in turn, jumped at the kiss – the giggle you let out at the ticklish feel of his finger drawing on your palm cut off by the surprise you felt. Feeling the scruff of his beard on your skin as your lips part. “oh-!” Your brows scrunch, unsure how you felt about him doing that as you chewed on my bottom lip. One half enjoying the attention; enjoying to be doted on and his nice words but you knew that wasn’t what a boss should do. Glancing back over to the door; perhaps it was time you went back to work now you were all cleaned up-

His smile grew a little wider as your giggle was cut off. Seeing you glance at the door, he immediately grasped your hand with both of his, adjusting to rest on one knee as his aching legs screamed at him. "sorry, I just wanted to show my thanks, you’re such a sweet bun.” He lied so easily, quickly trying to dismiss your concerns. “That was abit forward, wasn’t it? I can be like that, how I was raised and all.” When he said how he was raised, a part of you felt a little guilty for being so quick to rush off. Assuming so poorly of his actions; not like an older man hasn’t kissed your knuckles goodbye before without ill intent.

“oh..okay.” you reluctantly accept. But you were still worried you may be enjoying his attention a little bit too much. Your stomach twisting, remembering you shouldn’t be accepting this but..it felt nice. My brows scrunched and twitched as your brain spun. It wasn’t like he wasn’t an attractive man, abit scruffy but he always seemed so cheerful and wanted to make others happy. Leaning into the plump back of the yellow office chair as my hands continued to fiddle with my work shorts. My brain screaming two different things at me it kinda just made me freeze. Go still until my brain could decide what it wanted.

William loved seeing the innocent expression in your face as he looked up at you. You seemed so helpless. You were his. The fact you were allowing this, excusing it told him all he needed to know. His mind was always the eager opportunist. How far could he really push this? His eyes falling to your ankle, the fact your foot still rests on his bent knee, you made no move to remove him or yourself. His smile turned sly as he bent closer to your foot, beginning to untie the knot of your trainer.

“It's alright, it’s okay.” He shushed softly, doing his best to come off soothing when his mind was running wild. One hand went to your thigh, pushing your hand from its continuous fidget as he smoothed his palm along until the fabric was bunched up as high as it could, exposing half of your thigh to him. His other hand taking advantage he had big hands to massage, squeeze and caress along your calf down to your ankle. “Those shoes still look new, bet they pinch.” His brow raised, giving the tip of your shoes a pinch.

“They do… sometimes.” You answer quietly, becoming a deer in the headlights at the feel of his palm against your thigh. Your heart rate immediately spiking as it thumped like a drum in your chest. Your cheeks growing warmer as you leaned completely against the chair. Hands going to the sides of the cushion, gripping into them. Unable to stop the soft sigh that escaped you at the feel of your aching calf being messaged.

He slipped your shoe off as it landed on the floor with a thud. “Poor little bun.” He tutted with mock sympathy, rubbing your ankle and the heel of your foot. Repeating the same for your other leg as he put your trainers to rest by the plush seat. Swapping hands to soothe your legs.

The scruffy man looked at your work shorts, an idea coming to mind. “Bet uniform can be such a pain at times, The summer heat must be doing you no good- they could cause chaffing, we should get you changed into a size that looks more comfortable.” He cooed a little more, trying to convince you by disguising it as concern. He knew you weren’t stupid; oblivious but not stupid. You couldn’t make decisions for yourself, He needed to do it for you.

Your breathing immediately stuttered. Your hands raised to your chest to fiddle with your own fingers. “I don’t know- I don’t think you-“ The words got caught in your throat as your eyes kept glancing at the door. Your mind was screaming to get away and not indulge but my body felt like putty when you felt your muscles relax from his caressing and firm hands. He had such lovely strong hands…you couldn’t deny you’ve thought about them before. He made machines, sure with Henry, but he obviously knew how to use them for intricate wiring and metal work. Your body was absolutely relishing this man's hands being on you.

“That’s right, you don’t think and that’s okay, let me do it for you.” He chuckled, his voice soothing but his words had some bite. A part of you made you whimper at his words; you didn’t mind the sound of that. Letting him think for you. His signature smile stretched high on his cheeks, moving your legs over his shoulders as he was still bent on one knee. Grabbing your work shorts, unbuttoning them and shuffling them down, abit awkward with how you were sitting but nothing that would deter him. You gasped as you didn’t know if you should lift your hips or just stay still. Sliding off your shorts as he hummed happily at the sight of your skin now properly exposed to his wandering eye, his tongue clicking when he saw you press your thighs together.

“Now, now, no hiding from me, I need to check if you have any chaffing.” He scolded, lying through his teeth with glee. Easily prying your thighs away from each other and forced your legs apart to ‘inspect’ your smooth skin. Grinning wider when he saw the little wet patch on your underwear, a shiver running through him. Oh you really like him.

You immediately tried to hide your face behind your hand. One hand covering your crotch to hide the shameful evidence of your arousal. Whimpering a little as your feet dug into his shoulder blades a little, your breathing getting heavier embarrassment. Trembling as you couldn’t bring myself to peek at what he was doing. Feeling as if you were in a dream; there was no way this was happening. But everything felt too real, too much it was making your nerves feel like they were being electrocuted.

“How many times will I repeat myself with you? No hiding.” His voice suddenly grew huskier, snapping at you. Firmly grasping your wrist as he shoved it away from your crotch. He wasn’t going to tolerate having to say the same thing no matter how cute you were. “Look at you, getting wet just for me…have I been a bad boss? Neglecting my sweet bunny? Does that spot need attention?”

He licked his teeth, his brows knitted from his previous annoyance but his voice dripping like honey as he looked down at you. Not wanting to wait for your response. Grinning wildly and staring directly at your hidden face. The fact he could get you this riled up and helpless in his presence excited him beyond belief. He could hear the sound of your little whimpers, sliding your underwear gently to the side to attend to that slick cunt of yours.

“there, there.” Giving your vulva a wet kiss as he shakily inhaled your scent, shuddering at finally getting to sniff it beyond finding left over clothes in your locker. Finding your panties in there was a jackpot, how angry and red his cock was after stroking it so mercilessly to your sweet scent.

Immediately, you let out a scandalised gasp. Your hands shot up and grasped the back of the plush yellow chair. Eyes wide as you shuddered, “Mr Afton-!” You squeal out as my feet kick and dig into his back as my toes curl beneath your socks.

He loved that response, that high-pitched little squeal you let out as your body became the epitome of vulnerability in his arms. He had to hold in a moan of his own, his heart feeling like it was going to explode in his chest and his cock straining in his pants.

“Shhh my little bunny, it’s okay, let me clean you up.” He shushed in a sing-song tone, using those hands to firmly press your legs still. Making sure you couldn’t squirm away. He huffed in your scent a little, giving more kisses along your wet folds, Each kiss leaving a wet smack. Letting his tongue trace along with the smallest licks, just teasing you.

You whine, back arching as your hands grasp and clutch at the back of the chair as your eyes squeezed shut tight. Your legs twitching and digging into his shoulder blades as you let out cracked whimper. “Mr Afton.. please..” you weren’t even sure what you were begging for – for him to stop and be professional? Act like it never happened. Or for him to keep going. You liked what he was doing – it’s been so long since someone’s given you attention like this, most guys only wanted their turns. Feeling the scratch of his beard on the inside of your thighs, prickling your sensitive skin.

William kept kissing and sucking gently, burying his nose into your heat as he peered up at you as he gripped your thigh and hip to keep you still. Only parting to coo more encouraging words at you. Wanting you to let go and be a good bunny. To be his. “You’re doing so, so good my little bunny.” Feeling no guilt to using his control over you as he licked a long strip up your pussy. “Let your boss take care of you, it’s what I’m here for.” He mocked sweetly.

It made your stomach flutter and twist; your eyes unable to peek, keeping them eyes shut tightly, as you sighed. Relaxing and sinking against the chair as you trembled. Your body is unable to deny how good his mouth felt. He let out a pleased hum that vibrated against your folds, his hand smoothed up your hip and pushed your button-up shirt up your stomach to keep it out of his way.

“There, that feels better, I think. Doesn’t it?” His tongue left a trail of wetness where he licked and sucked. Nuzzling his face into your pussy as he moved his head side to side, groaning as he inhaled deeply your sweet scent. He loved the sound of your whimpers, your soft little whimpers. How sensitive and responsive you are to his mouth. Groaning against your hot flesh as his other hand smoothed from your thigh, pulling your underwear more out of the way to make sure he could pamper your cunt with his kisses. His tongue prodded at your entrance as he kneeled fully, letting his nose nestle and bump against your clit.

“..yes..” you breathed out, one hand dropping from the gripping the back of the seat, your hand instinctively grasping his well kept hair. Brown and grey strands in your fist as your eyes fluttered open. Your hips bucked and squirmed with his continuous kisses and licks. Your lips falling open and unable to close them. His breath hitched at the sudden grasp of his hair, a low groan leaving his lips. “My little bunny wants more.” He hummed, his face moving to the side as he sat back a little to watch your face.

The way you bucked and squirmed, he couldn’t help but feel that satisfaction of knowing he was the one to make you do so. Seeing you grasping his hair as a sign to keep going. He knew he could hold you down and continue to pleasure you to his heart’s content. But he wanted to see how vulnerable you could become as he leaned back, his warm breath blowing over your sensitive spot. He wanted to see how far he could push you, to break you out of your shell as his eyes gazed up at you. Hastily burying his face back into your weeping cunt as he kissed up and began hungrily sucking on your clit. Feeling it throb against his tongue as it traced the letters of his name against it. Shaking his head as he did as he slurped noisily.

William pulled back for a small gulp of air, not wanting to part from your perfect cunt for too long. “How does that make you feel, sweetheart?” He teased, eyes squinting as his thumb caressed your tummy. “your boss making you feel so good, sucking on your clit like that?”

You mewl, tugging on his hair as your back arches from the constant attention to your sensitive bud. Just his breath fanning against it was making you shiver. “Yes- yes sir-“ but once those words left your mouth he tutted, shaking his head as he pulled back more. Frowning as he licked his now glossy lips. “No, no, bunny that’s not how you address the man eating out your pussy, now is it?"

“…n-no?” You stammer with confusion, already whining at the loss of his mouth. Tilting my head as I gave his hair another tug, wanting him to continue but all that did was make him slap your clit. The sting and suddenness made you jump with a yelp. A moan fluttering out your throat. Your legs squeezing at the side of his head, your knees bumping into his ear.

“No is correct.” William hummed, proud of your answer, caressing where he slapped as he raised a brow. “You should call me daddy, that sounds nicer, right? You can call me that, can’t you?” He coos, tilting his head as his nose crinkled as his smirk grew. Expectant eyes watching your every move, seeing the embarrassment grow on your face. Your lips opening and closing as you just let out a shaky breath. Slowly nodding but that earns you another slap. You let out a high pitched whine at your poor bud getting smacked.

“Use your words.” He ordered, his voice only growing firmer, this time not giving any soothing caress to the small sting. “yes…daddy” the word falls off your tongue, making your stomach twist and flutter. It felt strange but it didn’t feel wrong. Despite your hesitance he rewards it by bending back down, lavishing your sex with kisses as muffled praises left his lips.

Williams tongue was long And thick but grew a bit more slender to the tip of it. It dragged and lapped at your wetness as he groaned. His hand on your thigh, adjusting your leg on his shoulder as he kept his face pinned to your heat. The hand holding up your shirt tugging it up after unbuttoning a few of the bottom ones. Pulling the edge of the shirt towards your mouth and you bit down. Holding the shirt with your teeth as you slightly drooled against the fabric. With his hands free, his thumbs now on either side of your fluttering hole to keep you open. Grunting as he prods his tongue into you, fucking you with it as he sucks and slurps hungrily at your arousal. You gasp, shaking as your hands tug on his hair and try to pry his ravenous tongue from your sloppy cunt. It was too much- groaning deep into the fabric between your teeth as your eyes fluttered.

William plunged a finger inside you alongside his tongue. Only pulling back to speak. “don’t fucking try to stop me. You can handle it.” He immediately went back to work as your head flew back. Your legs are tightening and kicking against his shoulder blades. “I’m gonna-“ you whine, breathing as shaky as the rest of you as you squirmed. Feeling yourself dangle right at that edge as his finger hastily pumped in and out of you. Getting closer and closer – feeling so good- just as you reached right on that edge he suddenly pulled away, liicking his lips. Making you cry out in protest, eyes wide.

“Daddy- no- I was almost there!” You pleaded. Too needy to be embarrassed by the title for him as you gave another kick to his shoulder blade with the heel of your foot. He just tutted and shook his head. "No, you're only gonna cum around my cock and only then.”

Your eyes widen. Breath hitching as words caught in your throat making the shirt drop from your mouth. Unable to even try to speak as he suddenly pulled himself from in between your legs and grasped your hips, yanking you up. Bouncing you in his arms with a strained grunt as he carried you over to his desk. Grabbing what files he could and shoved it to the side – letting anything else be swiped off without care. Placing you down on the edge of the desk with a small thud. You hissed slightly at the small smack of your rear against the old hardwood. He unbuttoned your shirt at your chest, opening it up as he grinned at the sight of your chest.

“Daddy’s waited so long to play with these.” He breathed out, moving your shirt more out of the way to keep your chest exposed. Squeezing and groping at it, pressing against the perk of your nipple. Caressing it with the pad of his thumb as he hummed.

Your breathing hitches, puffing your chest more into his big hand, feeling dizzy from the way it felt like he was engulfing you. His fingers long but still thick, palm rough with work and age. You grasped his wrist as he kneaded at your chest as you glanced down and saw a prominent tent in the front of his pants. A small wet spot already formed from his own excitement.

Noticing where you were looking he used his other hand to unbuckle his pants, tugging them down to his ankles along with his boxers. Letting his cock spring free as it smacked against his yellow shirt, the sticky tip just smearing pre on it as it drooled. Twitching as your eyes were glued to it. He’s longer than any of the guys you’ve tried before, thicker too but not too much. “O-oh shit…..” You breath out with wide eyes, reaching out your hand to grasp it but he stops you. “Ah ah- no Bunny, you’ll make me cum if you do that, let me feel you cum around me first.”

You nod, and yelp at another smack to your poor throbbing clit. Covering your mouth to muffle your surprise as you panted. Removing your hand to respond as he raised an expecting brow. “Yes daddy-“ with a satisfied hum he strokes your tummy as he pushes your back more against the desk. Ready to align himself with your hole, his eyes watching the way it clenches at nothing in anticipation. Sticky with your arousal and his spit. Eager to feel exactly how good you’ll make him feel-

“Wait-! Do you have a condom?” You ask with a flurry of sense, so caught up in the whirlpool that was William and your need you almost forgot. Sure you’re already on birth control but you always preferred to be safe.

At the question, William huffed quietly. Forcing his uncomfortably wide smile back as his hand twitched. A flair of annoyance rising at your request but he wasn’t looking for any risk to this. As tempting as knocking you up sounded, he couldn’t handle another snot faced kid. Three was more than enough. Besides, he can’t let anyone find out about this. So with a nod, he walks around the desk and goes through the top draw where he spots a purple condom. You immediately felt relief upon seeing the packet; confused why your boss has it but thankful nonetheless.

Once rolled on he resumed his position between your legs as he stared down at you. Licking his teeth as his brow twitches, his smile still perked on his lips. “Now you’re gonna take daddy’s cock, aren’t you?”

“Yes daddy, fuck me!”

“Dirty bunny.” He chuckles with surprise. William lines his cock with your entrance, rubbing the tip against your clit. Tapping the head of his cock against it before dragging it down your folds. He grinned as he suddenly grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand to his dick and curled your fingers around it. “You want it? Then guide it in, bunny, be good for me.” You did just that, aligning it perfectly, your hips flexing as your legs adjusted at his hips and slid down on the head of his cock.

Immediately, Your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the stretch. “Oh-! You’re so fucking tight.” He thrusts a couple of times, fighting the resistance. He desperately held back the urge to cum, groaning as he slid in and out. Sawing himself into you as he worked you open with his cock. You already felt so much better than his wife. You didn’t bitch at him or refuse to let him eat you out. You didn't say no to him. And you’re so tight- squeezing his dick like you owned it. And William wasn’t a man to be owned but he could definitely get use to your pussy hugging him whenever he needed you.

His cock buried deep Inside of you as he eased in, nestling right against that certain spot. Making you let out a strained moan, eyes rolling back. “Easy, Bun, easy-“ he hushes, his stubble tickling your ear as he hunches over you. His teeth tugging on the shell of your ear as he let out a husky chuckle.

William paused in his thrusts, giving you a moment to fully adjust. Wanting you to become more needy as you squirmed. Rolling your hips as you tried to grind against him. Seeing your pathetic state, he gave you a second before he thrusts into you once again, His grip on your hips were tight. The first squeal of your wetness from his movements made him let out a rumbling groan from his throat. Pumping into you as he nodded his head. The resistance of your tightening walls growing less and less as his fingers dragged and kneaded into your hips. “Take it-take it! Fucking take it!” Skin slapping against skin, his grip on your hips as your body dug into the desk underneath you, you kept your hand to your mouth to muffle you.

Williams thrusts were getting faster now, his thighs smacking into yours as yours, your legs squeezing his hips which only pushed him closer, his heavy balls slapping against your ass, the desk creaking. Everything building together with his rugged breaths, your muffled whines. His eyes pinned you down as one hand snaked up your body to your throat, squeezing ever so slightly as his cock kissed your g-spot as he arched his back.

It all made your stomach clench, that tightening knot in your gut approaching quicker, clamping down on his cock with every stroke. “Gonna cum on my cock, bunny? Making you feel good?” he taunted, tilting his head as you desperately nodded your head. Trying to respond back to him as your voice cracked and your moans overcame any words you attempted to speak. “Cum on it, squeeze it tight, come on.”

“I’m gonna- ohh- fuck-!” you squeal, your eyes rolling as your back arched, panting as your hand tightened over your quivering lips. You could see his hair messy and no longer neatly slicked back, the part you tugged on and the sweat on his forehead ruining his hair gel made the tuffs sweep over his forehead. His brows tightly knit in concentration. “cum on my cock, little bun, go on.” He grunted, keeping up pace as his hand tightened around your neck. Just beginning to steal the air from you as your fluttering eyes remained rolled. Bucking your hips furiously as your orgasm crashed over you. Whimpering as came, and you came hard. Practically choking his dick as you did. Stars littering your voice as you whine, tugging on his wrist to let go of your neck.

With a groan he let go of your neck but his fingers twitched. Itching to do it again. He slammed his hand right by the side of your head as he kept a tight grip on your hip. His thrusts getting shaky and erratic.“Fuck, bunny I’m about to cum-“ he could feel the warm of your heat. Feeling the friction from the condom against his sensitive tip. Feeling it roll and shift, chewing on his bottom lip as you whimpered and whined.

“That’s it, Bunny, You gonna let Daddy breed you? Fuck you full of my cum, I bet you want that-“ he was cut off by you clenching around him. Groaning as he shuddered. “Ooh…Well your body definitely likes the idea.” He gleefully chuckled. Shaking his head as he kept fucking you. Chasing that high of his impending release.

You moaned louder, your hand slightly uncovered from your mouth to try and let you breathe and William sneered. Thrusting into your tight cunt brutally. “Shut up! Are that much of a slut you want the whole building to hear?” he speaks through gritted teeth, you immediately let out a whine, shaking your head. Your words are shaky as you quickly deny being a slut but he just licked his teeth. Tilting his head.

“Oh really? You're not? Why do you think you’re in this position then, huh?” He just grunts as he continues thrusting. “you’re a slutty bunny, just letting your boss undress you- letting him eat your pussy-” William groans, his sentences getting chopped as he panted. Bullying his cock into you over and over. “Letting him fuck you, this what you wanted, you let this happen – you’re a slut.” His words made you whimper, the truth stung but your mind was so foggy, lost in the haze of your pleasure, you could barely think. Just trapped being a squirming mess as he fucks you.

“Don’t whine, don’t act like it’s not true.” William scolded, sliding his hand just on your lower stomach, pressing down where his cock is inside you. “That’s my cock deep inside you, gonna deny that too?”

You shake your head. “No daddy-“ your response is immediately reward with him patting your hot cheek abit roughly as he nodded. “That’s right, can’t deny it – the sound of your wet pussy squelching and wetting my cock is more than enough evidence, isn’t it?"

“Yes daddy.” Your words came out slurred, nodding as your lips kept parting as you drooled. Eyes fluttering as you squirm and arch as your second orgasm is forced out of you as you squeal. Your feet digging right into his ass as overstimulation shocked you. Hiccupping as your poor pussy fluttered around him, each stroke of his cock against your walls made your veins spark.

That was all he needed, cursing under his sharp breath as he squirted thick ropes. Just registering how he painted your inner walls. His glues just catching the sight of his cum sticking to him and smearing on the lips of your pussy. A spark of satisfaction grew in him but also annoyance. Making sure to fuck his cum more into you as he tore his eyes away, you were too blissed out to even realize. Overstimulation already making your brain a mess. Shaking as you felt warmth flood up to your stomach.

He slowly eased out, looking down once again. “Oops-“ he says almost lazily, too riddled with euphoric high to pretend he cared. Looking at the torn condom, ripped and stretched at the thick head of his dick. His cum stitching to your cunt with a thick string. Your juices absolutely soaked him, making the rubber shine under the lights of his office. Panting as he pushes back his messy hair. “Well, this is one of those things you risk when you’re a slut, isn’t it? Accidents happen.” He tuts, having enough sense to fight off the smirk wanting to raise on his lips.

You see the broken condom and your stomach twists. For a moment you believe your heart stops as you watch him, tug off the broken condom as he throws it into the bin. Letting out a pleased hum as he grasps his dick, smearing his cum and your juices on your thigh to clean himself up. Raising his hand to suck on his finger and groans; enjoying the taste of you once again. Tugging his pants back up, he pulls out his wallet from his back pocket and pulls out some crumbled cash. “Here, bunny, I should take responsibility.”

With a chuckle William puts the cash in your trembling hand, leaning down to your cheek to give it a few doting kisses. Stroking your hip as he did. You whined when he pulled away, you were completely and utterly fucked. Your hand clenching around the dollar notes as you stare up at him. Your brain was utterly turned into putty. He grabbed your underwear from the floor, wiping his cum from your sloppy cunt but he didn’t return them. Putting your underwear inside his desk drawer, with a smile.

“Let’s get you presentable, I’ll send you home early, ain’t that a win?” He teased, giving your cheek another kiss before he grabs your clothes from the floor. Helping you redress and steadied you back on your feet.

“I’m hoping this won’t be our last time, bunny, you were perfect.” He reassures, squeezing your hands as he nuzzles his nose against yours. You blinked as you nodded, heart racing as you leaned against him. On your tiptoes to reach his height with a small smile. “Really?” You ask, voice shaky and quite. William nodding as he strokes your knuckles, giving your forehead a kiss.

“Go on, Bun, hop along!” He smacks your ass as he guides you out of his office. You stumbled out and tried to make yourself more presentable as you smoothed out your uniform and fixed a few buttons. You could hear your blood rushing through your ears as you went out of the pizzeria in a daze. Your brain is unable to stop the spinning wheel of his heavy breaths. His thrusts that left you still aching. Clutching the dollars tighter as you knew where you’d be going before heading home.

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Who is Charles Manson? How many victims did he murder? When was he captured and when did he die? “I never thought I was normal, never tried to be normal.” -Charles Manson. Was Charles Manson a real singer? Charles Manson was not only an infamous murderer who spent the majority of his life in prison, but he was also a fairly talented musician who was professionally recorded by record producer Phil Kaufman. The album, “Lie: The Love and Terror Cult” was released on March 6. 1970 by record label Awareness Records. However, due to the notoriety of the murders, few music stores would stock the album and it sold just 300 copies if the 2,000 originally created. Was Charles Manson married? He married twice, first was Rosalie Jean Willis from 1955 to 1958. Then after they divorced, Charles Manson married a prostitute named Candy Stevens from 1959 to 1963. In 2014 he got engaged to twenty-seven-year-old women named Afton Elaine Burton, who’s known as Star. But their relationship was part of a scheme to profit by putting his body on public display after his death.

Charles Manson was an American criminal who directed a brutal movement for Manson's fans to make him one of the most controversial figures in the world of the convict. Notorious for his linking death to the barbaric massacre of pregnant actress Sharon Tate and others residing in California, Manson was sentenced to life in prison in 1971. Charles Manson’s early life: On November 12, 1934, Manson was born to the 16-year-old Kathleen Maddox who was an alcoholic and a prostitute both in Cincinnati, Ohio. Proceeding, the marriage ended suddenly, but Charles was in kindergarten with children at the age of 12. Katherine married William Manson, later. Charles then ended up homeless and was refused to return to his home and was undergoing minor crimes. Over the next 20 years, Manson spent time in and out of reform schools and prisons for various crimes. He was released from prison on March 21, 1967 and moved to San Francisco. The Family Cult of Manson was a group of roughly 100 Manson followers who embraced their love for unconventional lifestyle and the occasional use of the LSD and mushroom drugs. The Manson family eventually migrated to a barren ranch in San Fernando Valley from San Francisco. A limited, hard-core team of exceptional adolescents also included Manson's fans. Manson's argument that he was Christ and his race war prophecies began undoubtedly beginning to think.

Charles Manson and "Helter Skelter”; Manson was not only impacted by medications like LSD, but also through artwork and music, primarily by the 1968 album of The Beatles "Helter Skelter." Helter Skelter: Manson Murders The True Story continued to serve as the title of the best-selling book on Manson's murders authored by Vincent Bugliosi. Paul McCartney has said that the Helter Skelter Playground is a representation of Roman Empire up and down. Furthermore, Manson perceived Helter Skelter's lyrics as a trigger to start a race war. To justify his scheme and steer the followers to suicide, he turned to the album and the lyriques. The traits and obsessions of Manson in many ways were associated with gurus of cult-quasi-faith groups which began to emerge in the 1960s. His delusional illusion was that he was the prelude to the future of the planet.

“If you're going to do something, do it well. And leave something witchy.”-Charles Manson. “I have killed no one and I have ordered no one to be killed.”-Charles Manson. It is suspected that several 35 attacks were performed towards the Manson family, including Manson and also its young, committed supporters. Most of their prosecutions have not been reported, mainly due to extreme lack of any evidence. The victims already had already been sentenced to life for alleged assassinations on 9 August 1969 and two additional fatalities on 10 August 1969[ Tate, writer Wojciech Frykowski, his partner, coffee bean heiress Abigail folger and celebrity hairstyler Jay Sebring] (Caucasian Leno LaBianca and his aunt, Rosemary). In August 1969, Manson assembled a group of his most devoted family followers to carry out his assassination among the wealthy and "beautiful people" of Hollywood. Polanski, located at 10050 Cielo Drive in Benedict Canyon, a suburb just north of Beverly Hills, leased the first of Manson's victims. Polanski was out in London shooting a movie, and at the time of the murder, the four victims had just returned home from dinner.

While Manson himself did not participate in the actual killings, he addressed four of his most obedient followers — Charles "Tex" Watson, Susan Atkins, Patricia Krenwinkel and Linda Kasabian — and directed them to kill all. According to one of the statements made by the family member, the Polanski household was targeted because it represented the showbiz world which had rejected Manson. Steven Parent had been visiting his friend Garretson when he became the Manson Family's first victim. As he drove away from the house in the dark early morning hours, he was spotted by the intruders and shot dead. Kasabian was shocked by the boy's shooting, so she sat outside to wait. During the case, Kasabian acted as the getaway driver and was to be the star witness. They herded Tate, Frykowski, Folgers and Sebring into the lounge when the other three broke into the house and tied them up. Sebring was shot and kicked brutally while trying to defend Tate. Frykowski and Folger both managed to escape from the building during the horrific murder spree but were pursued and stabbed to death. At the court, Kasabian explained how she had seen Frykowski stumbling out of the blood-covered house and being shocked at the sight.

Eight-month pregnant Tina has begged for her unborn child's life. Atkins went mercilessly punching her in the chest. Kasabian told Tate about Atkins ' chilling threats before she stabbed her: "Listen, slut, I have no pity on you. You'll die, and you'd best get used to it." Atkins then used Tate's blood to write the word "pig" at the front door. Instead of sating the psychotic Manson in this gruesome killing, though, he blamed the murderers for being incompetent. Manson took family members Manson, Krenwinkel, and Leslie Van Houten to the LaBiancas ' Los Feliz address the next night and the pair were killed in a strikingly gruesome manner. Interestingly, not because of fear of the Tate-LaBianca killings, but merely because they thought they had vandalized areas of the National Park Death Valley while they fled in the Mojave Desert. Manson and the family were not charged. In 1969 the county sheriff held them in jail and didn't realize that the murders were odious. Nevertheless, it was through the Susan Atkins testimony that investigators learned Manson and his associates were involved in the murders, while they were being held in custody on the suspicion of murdering Gary Hinmann during an unrelated event.

During the jury, various motives were investigated. It was most possible for Manson to leave a trail of ruin behind his narcissistic arrogance and paranoia and conviction in Armageddon. Manson claimed that he had been the new messiah and would be rescued by covering up in a secret world under the desert after a "nuclear attack." His prophetic visions included a conviction that the race war would lead to a black victory, and that, as the world would lose knowledge, Manson and his followers would have to steer the black community. Since Manson and the family should start receiving race warfare, he told his followers they would help to initiate it. The primary reason why they slaughtered the LaBiancas, according to Defense witness and killer Van Houten. To preparing to deposit Manson in the region of LA, he removed the wallet of the Rosemary LaBianca murdered. Use it and possibly then pinned murder on it where an African American would find it. Early on in court, Van Houten, only 19 at the time that she engaged in the assassination of LaBianca, alleged that she was weak to her and hated her husband, while she felt he was a genius like other relatives. 30 years later, Van Houten said she was terrified about what she did that night and desperately wanted to save herself during a hearing on a parole board. Between 2006 and 2010, she was denied parole.

In the early admissions, Susan Atkins confessed to her fellow prisoners that, although she had not had the time to cut Tate out of the unborn baby. She has also revealed that the victims must be sentenced to other gravely and macabre acts and a list of other highly famous Stars from Hollywood must now be named for murder and mutilation. Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton's friend, Frank Sinatra, Steve McQueen and Tom Jone were among these leaders. Once asked why you wanted to kill actors, Atkins responded that the Manson family wanted to kill people and to shock the world. The trial began in June 1970 and the counsel of Manson and van Houten was chosen by prosecutor Ronald Hughes. Hughes soon fell off Manson as a buyer and, according to Hughes, the jurors could be convinced that the cult leader manipulated Van Houten unduly. Hughes went camping late in the year and died and his decomposed body returned several months later. The change may have cost him his life. He's thought to have been the perpetrator of a Manson cult violent assassination. During the trial Manson released an album called Lie to raise his defense money. He was attentive to the public, so he twisted with an X etched in his forehead at court proceedings. Some of his wives copied and rasped their ears, sometimes outside the courtroom. Throughout the proceedings, the killers frequently rattled and exchanged riots with Manson, showing no remorse for their crimes. The X became a swastika. On 25 January 1971, the perpetrator of Tate-LaBianca was found guilty of first-degree murder. He was convicted but was transferred to life in prison after all death sentences had been annulled by 1972 by the Supreme Court of California. He's been sentenced to life in prison and remained behind bars for four decades. On her part, as a star witness Kasabian won immunity. Susan Atkins was fined but later commuted to her life imprisonment. Since 1969 until her passing in 2009, she was jailed.

Who are all of the Manson Family? MANSON, CHARLES, BEAUSOLEIL, ROBERT, DECARLO, DANIEL, STEVEN, GOOD, SANDRA, VAN HOUTEN, LESLIE, COOPER, SHERIANNE, SCOTT, SUSAN, BAILEY, ELLA JO, BRUNNER, MARY, PHILLIPS, PHIL, TRUE, HAROLD, WATSON, CHARLES, FLYNN, JUAN, BAILEY, LARRY, LIPSETT, DAVID, SINCLAIR, COLLEEN, SCHRAM, STEPHANIE, PITMAN, NANCY, LAKE, DIANNE, DAVIS, BRUCE, FROMME, LYNETTE, SHEPARD, LAURA, MOOREHOUSE, RUTH ANN, COTTAGE, MADELINE, SMITH, CLAUDIA, VANSICLE, WILLIAM, WATKINS, PAUL, GORDON, JACK, LOVELESS, CAROL, SPRINGER, ALBERT, BELL, KENNETH, ATKINS, SUSAN, HALL, BRUCE, BEARD, CHARLES ALLEN, KRENWINKEL, PATRICIA , LUKASHEVSKY, BRYAN, SHARE, CATHERINE, HANNUM, DAVID , CRAVEN, LARRY, DAMION, MARK BLOODWORTH, BARTELL, SUSAN, SCWARTZ, JOHNNY, PLUMLEE,VERN, PALAZZO, STEPHEN, LUTESINGER, KATHRYN, WALLEMAN, THOMAS, DELISLE, ALLEN, GILLIES, CATHERINE, GRIFFIN, CHARLEE, ALONZO, MARIA, ROSENBERG, BARBARA, KASABIAN, LINDA, VON AHN, DIANE, HOYT, BARBARA, GORDON, RUTH, PETRIZZO, RAYMOND, MURRAY, ROBERT EARL, GALELLA, THOMAS, REINHARD, ROBERT.

Who did the Manson Family Murder? While the Charles Manson Story may include many other perpetrators or even undiscovered remains, the following are the victims of mostly Tate / Labianca shootings, which are known to be the main victims of the notorious 1969 Manson massacres. ABIGAIL FOLGER … (VICTIM) DONALD “SHORTY” SHEA (VICTIM) GARY HINMAN … (VICTIM) JAY SEBRING … (VICTIM) LENO AND ROSEMARY LABIANCA … (VICTIMS) SHARON TATE … (VICTIM) STEVEN PARENT … (VICTIM) WOJCIECH FRYKOWSKI … (VICTIM) Manson and his family remain suspects in other murders. For example, 12 unsolved killings could be related to the Manson family, the Los Angeles Police Department said in 2012. Manson’s family cult had about a hundred followers, Manson claimed to be Jesus; he wanted to be a musician and he never murdered anyone himself. “Look down at me and you see a fool, look up at me and you see a God; look straight at me and you see yourself.” -Charles Manson. “I'm probably one of the most dangerous men in the world if I want to be. But I never wanted to be anything but me.”- Charles Manson.

Charles Manson, the infamous cultic leader whose murderous followers in the summer of 1969 committed eight gruesome murders, finally passed away on 19 November 2017. For the killings that he was accused of masterminding, he served over half a century in a jail in California and lived behind bars until he was struck by cardiac arrest at age 83. But with his fiancée, his friends, and his family still sparring about his body, his gray story kept on unfolding even with Charles Manson gone. He created a bleak chain that took up headlines throughout the world, even after the death of Charles Manson. Whatever the motivations Manson had for these killings, a jury found apparent that he was led to the 10050 Cielo Drive and kill everyone in his family — Tex Watson, Susan Atkins, Linda Kasabian, and Patricia Krenwinkel — in Tate, as well as other members of his family on scene, Wojciech Frykowski, Abigail Folger, Jay Sebring and Steven Parent. The evening after the murders of Tate, Leno and Rosemary LaBianca stormed into the house and killed them just as violently as they had the night before.

In the early hours of 2017, Manson had been found guilty of gastrointestinal bleeding and had him taken to hospital. It became apparent within months that Manson was dying from colon cancer and in a critical condition. He did however hold on until November of that year. He was sent on 15 November to a Bakersfield hospital with the signs indicating that he was reaching his end. Charles Manson was certainly killed in hospital by a 19 November cardiac arrest and respiratory collapse. The cancer that has spread to other parts of his body since his diagnosis has led to his death. In the final analysis, the reaction to "how was Charles Manson dying? “It was entirely easy. And one of the most notorious criminals of the 20th century was gone with Charles Manson dead. But the entire saga of the murder of Charles Manson was just beginning thanks largely to a woman named Afton Burton.

According to The Daily Beast, when a friend told her of his environmental activism, Afton Burton first learned of Charles Manson. His rallying cry known as ATWA–sun, earth, water, animals–seemed to have so inspired the young woman that, after talking, she shared not only a bond with Manson but also began to develop romantic feelings for him. In 2007, she left her Midwest home in Chicago, Bunker Hill, with a budget of $2,000 at the age of 19 to visit the aging inmate in Corcoran, Calif. Burton helps him handle his Manson Direct web site and commissioner finances, and Manson eventually warmed her desire to marry him. The two started developing an friendly relationship. Nevertheless, this 53-year-old relationship was not truthful, according to The New York Post. Since establishing her friendship with Manson, Burton — who became known as "Sun" — sought only custody of his body since he died.

It is claimed that she and a friend Craig Hammond have planned to take the Manson corpse in custody and view it in a glass crypt, where people can pay to see fawning or just interested. But this program never happened. It never did. Manson himself, who slowly began to understand that Burton's motives were not what they originally appeared, was effectively thwarting this strange scheme. Journalist Daniel Simone said Burton and Hammond, who wrote a book on the subject, had abandoned their cry pot scheme and initially tried to have Manson sign a document which would grant them his body's rights after his death. Simone clarified that Burton and Hammond would be transported from prison of toiletries and other toiletries, and keeping the donations coming was exactly why Manson held his stance on the deal nebulous. He said that he wanted Manson to adhere to their arrangement. "It wasn't enough to have Manson in the street. Yet Manson chose not to comply with the scheme at the end of the day.

"He knew he was finally played for a joke," Simone said. "I hope he's never going to die. Yeah, he feels it's an idiotic idea to start with. "When the first proposal of Burton and Hammond didn't work, he was only more concerned with marrying him that would allow him to retain his body after his death. And Manson got a marriage permit to marry Burton before he died, but they never did. When the case ended, an announcement on the website of Burton and Hammond told viewers worldwide that the program was still in motion. "We intend to extend the license, and in the next few months things will move on," reads the document. The website also reported that the service was postponed "by an unwelcome administrative disruption," which presumably related to the relocation of Manson to a psychiatric facility for an infection. At the end, Manson did not recover, the wedding proposal did not come to fruition and Burton never fulfilled his plan to protect Manson's body. It left Manson with him at least for two months. Burton's program was left incomplete with the death of Charles Manson on November 19, 2017. But with Charles Manson dead, so began the battle for his body that took months to finally conclude. “So, for you people who are filled with fear that I might someday be released: breathe easy, I don't see it happening.” -Charles Manson.

Who is Manson? Who is Manson? Has he killed how many victims? Where has he been arrested and when has he been dead? "I never claimed that I was average, I never wanted to be normal." What a true artist was Charles Manson? In addition to being a notorious killer who spent most of his life in prison, Charles Manson was also a fairly talented art maker, Phil Kaufman. On March 6 was released the album "Lie: The Love of Terror" 1970 Awareness Records record label. 1970. Thanks to the famous murders, though, the album would only stock few music stores and sell just 300 copies if the 2,000 were originally created. Who wed Charles Manson? He married two times, first from 1955 to 1958, Rosalie Jean Willis. Charles Manson then married a prostitute named Candy Stevens between 1959 and 1963 after their divorce. In 2014, he married Afton Elaine Burton, a 27-year-old woman named Star. Yet their partnership was part of a scheme to profit from putting their body after his death on public display.

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Interesting, All That's. "How Did Charles Manson Die And What Happened To His Body?." All That's Interesting - Something Interesting To Read Every Day. 16 Nov 2017. Web. 10 Feb 2020. <http://allthatsinteresting.com/charles-manson-death>.

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