Daddy Made Me Bad

STORY 1: DADDY’S PLUS SIZE ADDICTION

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NATALIE

My husband had not fucked me in three years.

Today was our third wedding anniversary. Luca was finally coming home after a two-week business trip, and I was done waiting like dust on the nightstand.

I was going to get him drunk, pull him into bed, and make him fuck me until he lost his mind. Because somewhere along the way, he’d stopped looking at me like his wife and started looking at me like the biggest mistake he’d ever made.

It started one morning while we were having breakfast together. Luca looked me up and down with disgust, like I was something he’d scraped off his shoe.

“You’re getting fat, Natalie!” He spat.

The words punched the air right out of my lungs. I froze, my fork slipping from my fingers and clattering against the plate. That night, I cried until my eyes swelled shut, stood in front of the open fridge, and ate until the pain in my chest went numb.

I promised myself I would eat less and lose weight. Then I ate. I swore it was the last time. Then I ate again.

Before long, food became my only comfort. The extra weight came slowly, then all at once. My jeans tightened around my waist, my old clothes stayed buried in the back of my closet, and I stopped recognizing the woman in the mirror.

“Do you know what my friends say about me?” he’d snap. “They laugh behind my back, wondering how I ended up with the fattest wife in our circle.”

If my own husband, the man who swore to take me however I came, decided I was worthless, who was I to argue? I hated myself for believing every word he said.

Today, that ended. I wanted my husband inside me.

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5:30 p.m.

I walked into our bedroom and paused, my heart pounding.

The roses were exactly where I’d left them. Candles burned on both nightstands, casting a soft light over the room. The scent of vanilla filled the air, mixing with the perfume I’d sprayed moments ago.

I’d given the house staff the day off that morning. I wanted the villa to myself while I prepared for Luca’s return, and for once, I didn’t want anyone hovering around us.

I walked to the wardrobe. For a moment, I wondered if I was making a mistake. I pulled out the red lingerie I’d bought months ago. I never thought I’d actually wear it. But I had nothing left to lose.

I slipped it on and turned toward the full-length mirror.

My eyes fell to my stomach, soft and round beneath the lace. Then my wide hips. My thick thighs. My full breasts, heavier than they used to be, pressing against the fabric.

For the first time in a long time, I was brave enough to make the one move that might make Luca hate me even more… or want me again. I badly ached to feel him inside me.

I turned from the mirror, grabbed my phone, checked the camera angle, and set it back in place.

My thumb hovered over the screen before I hit Record.

Then, I positioned myself at the edge of the bed, facing the camera. I lowered my upper body onto the mattress until the pillow cradled my head. My hips rested at the edge, and my thighs fell open.

My fingers slipped between my thighs as I nudged the lingerie’s fastening aside, exposing my soft pink pussy.

My fingertips brushed over my sensitive clit, and a shaky breath caught in my throat as my middle finger traced through the dampness.

A soft sigh escaped my lips as my eyes fell shut.

My other hand clawed at my breast, squeezing my nipple until it throbbed.

I tried to picture Luca.

I forced his face into my mind. I imagined him touching me without disgust, kissing my stretch marks and my nipples, his mouth trailing lower until I forgot every jagged insecurity. I imagined him burying his face between my thighs like a man dying of thirst.

I bit down on my lower lip, holding onto the fantasy for as long as I could.

But it shattered.

My mind went blank.

A chill ran through me, and my eyes flew open in horror.

Not Luca.

No matter how desperately I tried to imagine Luca wanting me, my body refused to believe the lie. Thinking of Luca choked out every spark of pleasure I had.

“Goddamn it,” I hissed.

My brain betrayed me without a second thought, dragging me straight to the man who made my cunt throb and my blood run hot.

Vincenzo Moretti.

My husband’s father. My fucking father-in-law.

He carried power like he’d been born with it, the kind of power that made grown men choose their words carefully around him.

Everything Luca wasn’t.

He could walk into a room without raising his voice and somehow make everyone else fall silent. He always looked at me like a predator eyeing its next meal. He hated my guts, yet never seemed able to stop watching my hips sway whenever I walked past him.

He was in my head again.

I yanked my eyes shut and surrendered to him. My pulse raced as his face came into focus.

He loomed over the bed, his cold blue eyes slowly undressing me. The faint scar near his brow caught the dim light as he watched me spread for him.

I slid two fingers inside my aching cunt, desperate to fill the emptiness. I began to thrust hard and fast to match the rhythm of my fantasy.

“You’ve been a naughty girl,” he growled.

I clamped my teeth down on my lower lip to keep from screaming.

“Do you want Daddy’s cock?” he taunted, smug satisfaction threading his voice. “I know you want me deep inside you, stretching that perfect cunt until you’re screaming my name.”

Daddy.

That single word shoved me to the edge.

“Ye-yesss,” I choked out, my hips slamming upward to meet my fingers.

“Answer me, Natalie. Do you want my cock?”

“Yes! Fuck, yes, please!”

I thrust my fingers in and out, curling them upward until they found the spot that made my body jerk. Pleasure surged through me as my heart hammered against my ribs.

Soft, helpless moans slipped from my lips as I rocked against my fingers. I lifted my hips, unable to stay still.

“Don't you dare stop,” he commanded. “I want to watch you cum for me.”

My fingers pistoned in and out, curling hard against my G-spot. Sweat poured down my neck. My back arched off the mattress as a brutal, blinding orgasm ripped through me, tearing a ragged scream from my throat. I convulsed around my own hand, absolutely wrecked.

“Now, that’s more like it,” he murmured before fading from my thoughts.

My eyes snapped open. The room was silent.

A sick rush of panic flooded my chest. I’d just touched myself to the thought of my father-in-law on the very day I planned to seduce Luca, his son. If this filth in my head was what it took to make me feel alive, so be it.

I grabbed my phone, snapped a few raw photos of my body, and attached the video I just shot.

“I’ve been thinking about you. Hurry up and get home. This pussy is all yours.”

I hit send to Luca before my brain could catch up with what I was doing.

Plan A was locked in.

I stripped off the lingerie and slipped into a pair of red heels. Then I touched up my makeup, making my lips a little redder before going downstairs.

The villa was unusually quiet without the house staff. I glanced at the clock as I strode into the living room.

It was already past six. He should be home any minute.

I poured two glasses of wine, set the bottle down, and stretched out naked on the couch, leaving my throbbing pussy fully exposed for him to see.

Let him walk in and choke on what he'd been ignoring.

Minutes crawled by until the sharp screech of tires cut through the gravel driveway.

A dark, triumphant smile spread across my face. Finally, Luca was home.

A car door slammed, followed by the crunch of heavy footsteps crossing the gravel, climbing the porch steps, and stopping outside the front door.

The handle turned, and the front door flew open.

I sat up, ready to purr.

My smile instantly vanished.

Vincenzo Moretti stood in the doorway, his broad frame blocking the light behind him. His jaw was locked tight, his phone clenched in one hand with a grip that looked ready to crush it.

His icy eyes locked onto mine with pure, unadulterated fury.

“Natalie,” he bit out, his voice dripping with venom. “I always knew you were a shameless little whore. Why the fuck did you send those filthy pictures to me?”