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Wife on strike: Whore at work (1)

Author: Yu Meiren
last update publish date: 2026-09-09 00:44:42

I was a thirty-two-year-old housewife living quietly on the border with my husband who was serving in the Army.

We had been together for many years and we had enjoyed each other’s company in many places across the country.

I stayed home while he was posted in the border area. Sometimes I missed him terribly but sometimes I also missed the thrill of being wanted by someone else.

A few years ago I was twenty-six and still a bit plump with larger breasts and a fuller
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  • THE DADDY'S BRAT: STEAMY COLLECTION OF TABOO STORIES    Filthy things broke girls do (7): Bye, bachelorhood

    I stood there, completely naked in the center of the table, under the bright lights, surrounded by roaring strangers. I turned slowly, letting them all see everything—my full breasts, my flat stomach, the dark thatch of hair between my legs. I danced the length of the table, having to swat away a few grasping hands as I went, and jumped down at the end. I could feel a slight dip in the energy. They were a little disappointed I hadn't done more. Diane caught my eye. Her expression was unreadable—maybe approval, maybe pity, maybe irritation that I wasn't pulling my weight. She came to my side and took my hand, her grip firm. She leaned in, her perfume mixing with the smell of sex on her skin. "Okay, time for the main event," she whispered. "My turn to take on the groom. Just help out the best you can. Keep him distracted." We walked back to the front together. Diane reached over and clicked off the booming music. A relative quiet fell, filled with eager, drunken murmurs.

  • THE DADDY'S BRAT: STEAMY COLLECTION OF TABOO STORIES    Filthy things broke girls do (6): The strip show

    I followed her, my bare feet cold on the floor. John had kept his word. The hallway to the private Green Room was empty, and the door to the main kitchen was shut tight. We stood before the dark oak door. The muffled roar of male laughter and clinking glasses seeped through. “Ready?” Diane asked, her hand on the knob. I couldn’t speak. I just gave a stiff, terrified nod. There was no backing out now. The key to my future was on the other side of that door. John, standing sentry, gave me an encouraging wink that felt grotesque, then pushed the door open. The wave of sound and heat hit me first. The room was hazy with cigar smoke, loud with classic rock playing from a speaker in the corner, and thick with the smell of beer, steak, and cheap cologne. About twenty-five men were seated around a long banquet table littered with bottles and plates. As one, they turned. The music faded to the background as their eyes locked onto us. The reaction was immediate and deafening.

  • THE DADDY'S BRAT: STEAMY COLLECTION OF TABOO STORIES    Filthy things broke girls do (5): Getting ready with Diane

    I walked home in the dark of winter, sneaking into the Millers' house like I was a thief. I made it to my room without being seen and closed the door behind me. I lay on my bed, but I could not sleep. My mind kept going back to Harris's weight on top of me, his hands, the smell of his skin. Then my mind jumped ahead to the terrifying thought of a room full of strange men. The anxiety was a like a livee wire in my chest, buzzing and popping. When I finally slept, it was still dreams of that exact scene again when he was fucking me raw. I jerked awake when my alarm clock rang at 8. Time to get ready. I dug out my navy blue one-piece bikini from the bottom of my suitcase. I stripped naked, took a bath and pulled the bikini on. It felt way too modest. Over it, I put on my jeans and a bulky sweater, trying to look normal. I could not stand the silence in the room anymore, so I bundled up and left, arriving at the restaurant at ten to ten. I slipped through the back alley

  • THE DADDY'S BRAT: STEAMY COLLECTION OF TABOO STORIES    Filthy things broke girls do (4): For Survival

    Friday morning I left the house before any light showed in the sky. My shift at FootLoose did not start until noon. I needed money now, and an advance was my only hope. Jo, the manager at the shoe store, was a woman made of ice. Sympathy was not something she kept in stock. I knew asking her was pointless, but desperation made me try anyway. "An advance is against policy," she said flatly without looking up from her clipboard. "Especially a for part-timer, there are no exceptions." She walked away then, and the conversation was over. That left John, my manager at The Keg Room. He was different, probably in his late thirties, who called everyone buddy or honey, who remembered birthdays and asked about classes. I don't know if he was gonna help, but I went ahead. The restaurant did not open until eleven. I killed the empty hours by walking the frozen streets and then circling the mall, staring at things I could not afford. At ten o'clock exactly, I was waiting by the staff

  • THE DADDY'S BRAT: STEAMY COLLECTION OF TABOO STORIES    Filthy things broke girls do (3): Fucked from behind

    I didn't move. I was frozen on the edge of the bed, all shame and fear. Harris just watched me for a second, then lay back all the way. He didn't have to say it again. The quiet in the room told me what to do. Slowly, like I was moving underwater, I lay down flat beside him. The comforter was cool under my back. Better than the flat foam I sleep in and stared at the ceiling. He wasn't fully hard again after coming in my mouth, but he was getting there. It wasn't about wanting me. It was about taking what he paid for. Harris rolled onto his side, then over me, his weight coming down on top of me. He was heavy, all hard muscle. The air whooshed out of my lungs, his chest crushed mine, his hips pinned me to the bed. I could barely breathe. No more talking. No fake sweet talk. His hand went between our bodies. I felt his fingers wrap around his cock. Then I felt the slick, firm head of it pushing against my pussy. No warm-up. No checking if I was wet. He just aimed and

  • THE DADDY'S BRAT: STEAMY COLLECTION OF TABOO STORIES    Filthy things broke girls do (2): Suck me dry 👅

    His smile widened. "You sure?" I nodded, not trusting my voice. He stood up and offered his hand to pull me up, I took his warm and strong fingers gently. He didn't let go immediately, he smiled. "I was actually interested in your since when I'l saw your application photo," he said, "Let's not waste any more time." He led me to a warm bedroom. "Why don't you start with that sweater?" he suggested, his voice a soft command. "I'd like to see what I'm getting for my hundred dollars." The crudeness was still there, wrapped in smoother words. I felt numb, but what other options do I have now? My fingers, clumsy and shaky, went to the hem of my thick, oversized sweater, I pulled it up and over my head, my hair catching in the wool, and let it drop to the polished hardwood floor with a soft 'whump' "Do...you like it?" I asked silently. The central air brushing against the skin of my stomach and arms. Harris didn't move or say anything, his green eyes scanned me like I w

  • THE DADDY'S BRAT: STEAMY COLLECTION OF TABOO STORIES    Call me Mistress: My bully stepbrother 3 📸

    I woke up the next morning with Brian’s cum still crusted on my inner thighs. My pussy throbbed every time I moved, that deep fucked-out ache that made me bite my lip just remembering how angry he’d been while pounding me. I lay there staring at the ceiling, heart doing stupid little flips. Las

  • THE DADDY'S BRAT: STEAMY COLLECTION OF TABOO STORIES    Call me Mistress: My bully stepbrother 2 📸

    The director finally yelled “Cut!” and the bright studio lights suddenly felt blinding. My body was still buzzing, thighs shaky, pussy pulsing from that last intense ride. Brian looked wrecked — chest heaving, face flushed, cock still rock hard and angry. “Excellent work, you two! That raw ene

  • THE DADDY'S BRAT: STEAMY COLLECTION OF TABOO STORIES    Being a bad bitch for my bestie's dad 2 🎂

    I shivered hard as he said this. "I love it when you call me a bitch...daddy." My nipples tightened into aching peaks under the thin fabric of my dress, as my heavy tits heaved with every shallow breath I took, begging for his attention. Fred’s sharp green eyes were locked on my deep cleavage l

  • THE DADDY'S BRAT: STEAMY COLLECTION OF TABOO STORIES    Call me Mistress: My bully stepbrother 1 📸

    I was on my knees scrubbing the studio floor with soaked rag that morning.My short cleaning skirt kept bunching up around my waist, but I didn’t bother pulling it down. Because what's the point? This is how desperate I am to make money and get the fuck out of that house — away from Brian — my bul

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