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2026-10-12 01:04:52
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All Yours, Daddy: Short Steamy Stories Caught 3
I woke up still sticky. The sheets under me were cold and damp where his cum had dried on my thighs and between my cheeks. My ass felt swollen. My cunt was sore every time I shifted. The taste of him was still faint on the back of my tongue. I hadn’t moved much during the night. I was too tired and too sore and too scared of what would happen if I disobeyed. The door opened just after the light started coming through the curtains. Daddy walked in already dressed for the day—dark jeans, black shirt, sleeves rolled. He looked at me like he was checking a piece of property he’d left overnight. No smile. No soft word. “Sit up.” I pushed myself up. My arms were still stiff from the cuffs the night before. He watched the way my thighs stuck together when I moved. A thin string of dried cum stretched and broke. “Show me.” I spread my legs. He stepped closer, reached down, and pushed two fingers into my cunt without warning. I winced. He felt around inside me, then pulled them free an
All Yours, Daddy: Short Steamy Stories Caught 2
I stayed on the bed exactly like he left me. Face down, ass up, skirt still bunched around my waist. My cheeks burned from the spanking. My cunt ached from how hard he’d fucked it. My ass throbbed around the thick load he’d pumped into it. Every time I shifted even a little, more of his cum slid out and ran down the inside of my thigh, cooling against my skin. I didn’t clean it. I didn’t touch myself. I just breathed into the sheets and listened to the house. Time stretched. My knees hurt against the mattress. My jaw still felt loose from how deep he’d shoved his cock down my throat. The wet spot under me grew as more of him leaked out. I could smell sex and sweat and the sharp scent of his cum mixed with my own. The door opened again without warning. Daddy walked in carrying a glass of water and the small black bag I recognized from the bottom drawer of his dresser. He set the glass on the nightstand, looked me over, and didn’t say a word at first. Just stood there studying the
All Yours, Daddy: Short Steamy Stories Caught
I never heard the front door. Jake had me bent over the side of Daddy’s bed, skirt shoved up around my waist, panties yanked to the side and stretched tight across one thigh. His cock was buried deep, slamming into me hard enough that the headboard kept tapping the wall in a steady rhythm. One of his hands was twisted in my hair, the other locked on my hip hard enough to bruise. I was moaning into the mattress, legs shaking, already close. The wet sound of him fucking me filled the room. That’s when the bedroom door opened. Jake froze mid-thrust. I lifted my head and looked straight into Daddy’s eyes. He didn’t yell. He didn’t even look surprised. He just stood there in the doorway still wearing his jacket, staring at the exact place Jake’s cock disappeared inside me. His jaw was tight. His eyes were flat and cold the way they got when someone had really fucked up. Jake scrambled backward so fast his dick slapped against his stomach, shiny with me. “Shit—Mr. Hale, I didn’t—we we
All Yours, Daddy: Short Steamy Stories CHP 6
Mom left Friday morning with a packed suitcase and a quick kiss on both our cheeks. “Be good,” she said, already halfway out the door. “Don’t burn the house down.” The second the car pulled away, the air in the house changed. Alex didn’t say anything. He just looked at me across the kitchen—still in the shirt he’d slept in, sleeves rolled up, eyes dark—and then he was on me. Mouth hard. Hands rougher than usual. He lifted me onto the counter, shoved my sleep shorts aside, and pushed two fingers into me without preamble. “Already wet,” he muttered against my neck. “Were you thinking about this all night? Your mother packing while you lay in bed soaked for her husband?” “Yes.” “Yes what?” “Yes, Professor.” He groaned like the words physically hit him, then replaced his fingers with his cock in one deep thrust. I cried out. He fucked me right there on the kitchen counter, one hand braced behind my head so I wouldn’t hit the cabinets, the other gripping my thigh hard enough to le
All Yours, Daddy: Short Steamy Stories Chp5
I woke up to the sound of Mom’s voice in the hallway, soft and confused. “Alex? Why is there a blue button on the stairs?” My stomach dropped. I sat up too fast. The dress from yesterday was still on the floor where he’d left it, two buttons missing. One of them must have fallen when he shoved me against the banister the day before. I heard him answer, calm as ever. “Must’ve come off one of your blouses. I’ll check later.” A pause. Then her footsteps moved toward their room. I stayed frozen until the house went quiet again. Downstairs, the kitchen felt too bright. Mom was already dressed for work, scrolling through her phone. Alex stood at the counter in a dark suit, pouring coffee. When I walked in he didn’t look at me. Not even a glance. “Morning, honey,” Mom said. “You look tired. Late night?” “Couldn’t sleep.” My voice came out rough. I could still feel him between my legs. The ache was deeper today. Permanent. Alex set a mug down in front of me without meeting my eyes. H
All Yours, Daddy: Short Steamy Stories Chp4
I wore the blue dress. It buttoned all the way down the front, stopped mid-thigh, and made my tits look like they were begging to be taken out. No bra. No panties. Just like he wanted. Alex’s eyes found me the second I walked into the lecture hall. He was already at the front, sleeves rolled up, glasses on. His gaze dropped to the buttons, lingered on the stretch of bare thigh, then flicked back up to my face. Something hungry and mean settled in his expression. He didn’t look away until I sat down. Halfway through class he made us break into pairs to discuss a short story about obsession. The blonde from yesterday—Chloe—ended up next to me. She kept glancing at the front of the room. “God, he’s hot when he’s serious,” she whispered. “I had a dream about him last night. Do you think he dates students?” My stomach twisted. I smiled with too many teeth. “Probably not. He’s married.” She shrugged. “Married men still fuck. Especially the quiet ones.” When class ended I stayed in m
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