MasukMy stomach twisted. No. No, no, no. I forced a casual smile. “Oh, cool. I was just wondering… you usually leave early. Everything okay at work?”“Yeah, everything’s fine. Just needed a break. Why, you got something going on?” He raised an eyebrow, looking at me a little too closely.“No, nothing,” I said quickly. “Just surprised, that’s all. I might… um, clean my room or something.”I went back upstairs, panic rising. I immediately opened the delivery app and tried to cancel the order. My fingers fumbled as I typed the message.**Me:** Hi, I need to cancel my order. It hasn’t arrived yet, right?**Support:** We’re sorry but your package is already out for delivery and cannot be canceled at this stage. The driver is en route. You can refuse it at the door if needed but it will still be processed as delivered.I stared at the screen, feeling sick. Refuse it? With Dad home all day? He would definitely notice a delivery guy showing up and me acting weird. And if he opened the package or e
I slipped off the bed on shaky legs and went to the bathroom. The warm water felt amazing as I washed up, soaping my pussy and thighs thoroughly to clean off the creamy evidence of how hard I’d cum for a stranger. I caught my reflection in the mirror…flushed cheeks, messy hair, nipples still sensitive and smiled. This secret life was the only thing keeping me sane.Back in my room, I pulled on a loose t-shirt and panties, then grabbed my phone again. With the fresh $700 burning a hole in my account, I went on a little shopping spree. I ordered a new, thicker dildo with realistic veins, some cute lingerie sets that would look killer on camera, and a better ring light. Maybe even a small tripod. My pussy twitched at the thought of using the new toys on future calls. I hit “place order” with a thrill.Downstairs, I heated up some leftover pasta from last night and ate quickly at the kitchen table, scrolling through comments on my latest post while I chewed. Good thing Dad wouldn’t be ba
Susan’s POVI was lazily scrolling through my OnlyFans page when a new comment popped up under one of my latest posts.“I wish I could get a video of you getting fucked. That’s my biggest fantasy.”My heart skipped a beat. I bit my lip and typed back immediately:“I wish I had someone to fuck for y’all, but I don’t.”I smiled at my phone screen, my fingers hovering over the keyboard as I debated typing more. The comment made my stomach flutter in that familiar, naughty way. God, it would be so hot, filming myself getting properly fucked, moaning for the camera while strangers jerked off to it. My pussy tingled just thinking about it. I’d built up a decent following on my OnlyFans with solo stuff, like teasing videos of me fingering myself, riding my dildo, flashing my perky tits and shaved pussy. But bringing in a real cock? That fantasy was getting stronger every day.A loud knock on my door snapped me out of it.“Susan, I’m going out,” Dad called through the wood. “Make sure you get
I obeyed eagerly, arching my back and pushing my ass toward him. Bruce knelt behind me, gripping my hips firmly. He rubbed his still-hard cock up and down my soaked, cum-slick folds before pushing back inside me in one smooth, deep thrust.“Oh my god…” I moaned loudly as he filled me again from this new angle. The position made him feel even bigger, hitting deeper spots with every movement.He started thrusting immediately….slow and powerful at first, then building up speed. His hips slapped loudly against my ass with every stroke. One of his hands reached around to rub my clit again while the other gripped my hip hard enough to leave marks.“Fuck, look at that ass,” he groaned, slamming into me harder. “You take my cock so well, Mira. Such a greedy little pussy.”Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.Every powerful slam made my breasts swing beneath me and forced loud, broken moans from my throat. The wet sounds of his cum mixing with my juices were obscene as he fucked me relentlessly.“Harder… B
“You’re such a good girl,” he murmured, voice rough with satisfaction. He pulled me up from my knees and kissed me deeply, tasting himself on my tongue. His hands roamed over my body possessively, squeezing my ass and pulling me flush against him.My pussy was aching again, dripping down my thighs after sucking him off so eagerly.He broke the kiss and looked into my eyes, his cock still rock hard and pressed between us.Bruce guided me to the bed, laying me gently on my back. I spread my legs for him instinctively, still buzzing from everything we’d done. He knelt between my thighs, his thick cock heavy and hard again, veins pulsing. But instead of entering me right away, he leaned down and pressed a slow, reverent kiss directly onto my swollen, dripping pussy.“Mmm… so beautiful,” he murmured against my wet folds, his voice deep and husky. He kissed me there again, softer this time, then looked up at me with dark, hungry eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Mira. Every inch of you. T
His hand under me never stopped. Two thick fingers rubbed my swollen clit in fast, slippery circles while occasionally dipping down to push inside my soaked pussy, coating them before returning to my clit. The dual sensation, his tongue buried in my ass and his fingers working my pussy…had me sobbing with pleasure.“I can’t… I’m gonna cum again.” I gasped, my entire body tensing.Bruce growled against my ass and doubled down, tongue thrusting faster, sucking on the sensitive rim while his fingers rubbed my clit with perfect pressure. The orgasm slammed into me even harder than the first one.“Bruce! Fuck…. I’m cumming!” I screamed, my body convulsing violently. My ass clenched around his tongue, my pussy gushing as waves of intense pleasure ripped through me. I buried my face in the pillow, moaning and whimpering uncontrollably as he kept licking and rubbing me through every shuddering aftershock until I was a trembling, soaked mess.Only when my body finally went limp did he pull bac
“I’m tired, Mom,” I cut her off, my voice sharper than I intended. “It was fine. I just… need to sleep.”She frowned, clearly sensing something was off, but I didn’t give her a chance to press. I headed straight upstairs, closed my bedroom door and leaned against it, breathing hard.“Who does she t
Saturday evening finally arrived, and I was buzzing with nervous excitement. I’d spent way too long getting ready, standing in front of the mirror for what felt like hours. I settled on a soft, knee-length wine-red dress that clung gently to my waist and hips without being too tight or revealing. T
Bruce’s expression shifted back to polite dad mode in an instant, but there was still heat in his eyes when he looked at me.“Better get back to her,” he said softly.The rest of the evening passed in a warm blur of laughter, more snacks and Anna showing me her massive book collection. But the mome
Mira My mouth fell open, and I couldn’t even hide my surprise. This man was gorgeous. I had seen good looking men before, but he was on an entirely different level. “Mira, meet my dad,” Anna repeated, snapping me out of my completely inappropriate thoughts about all the ways I could gladly devour







