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Daddy’s Little Secret (Anal Creampie)
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2026-10-08 16:14:13
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ME TOO DADDY: COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES Daddy’s Little Secret (Anal Creampie)
Abigail Before I knew it, I had pulled the nightgown off and started touching myself. My fingers matched the rhythm of Uncle George’s hand on his cock. I stood naked in the hallway, one hand working between my legs, the other squeezing my breast, pinching the nipple hard. Soft, filthy little moans slipped out of me. My pussy was still swollen from Cassian the night before, but watching my uncle stroke that thick cock made fresh wetness drip down my thighs. I moved my fingers as fast as I could. His hand moved faster, he cursed under his breath. I know I shouldn't be doing this. This was my damn uncle, the man who taught me how to read and write, the man who I ran to anytime I did something wrong at home… and I was… craving the same man within a second. And the thrill of having his cock stretched me open and feeling it at the back of my throat made the taboo more raw, dirtier, sweet rather than bitter. I couldn’t take it anymore. I pushed the door open and walked straight into th
ME TOO DADDY: COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES Daddy’s Little Secret (Welcome, Uncle )
Abigail The morning sun slipped through the window blinds in thin lines across my bed. I woke up with my pussy still swollen and hurt. Every small shift of my legs sent a sharp reminder through me…Cassian’s cock from last night, the way he had filled me behind the kitchen cabinet while Mom washed dishes just a few feet away. The ache felt deep, used and heavy. I got up and went to the bathroom. The warm water of the bath helped a little, but the tendency stayed. When I was done, I didn’t bother to wear pants or a bra. I just pulled on an oversized short gown that barely reached the middle of my thighs. The soft fabric brushed against my bare skin with every step as I walked downstairs to the kitchen. I could feel the air on the backs of my legs. It made me more aware of my body than I wanted to be. Uncle George was already there. I hadn't seen him last night. The second I noticed him standing by the counter, somethin
ME TOO DADDY: COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES Daddy’s Little Secret: Contd (Next to Mommy)
Abigail Like that, the wedding was cut off. We came back to the city the same day. My mother sat in the front with her hands locked together in her lap. Every few minutes she turned her face toward the window and wiped her eyes when she thought nobody would notice. I watched her from the back seat and kept quiet. The lie we were carrying sat heavy between all of us. The worst part? She still thought I was innocent. She didn't know I wanted this. In fact, we planned this. By the time evening came she was already in the kitchen. The smell of my favorite stew filled the whole house—the same one she used to make when I was little and needed cheering up. She set the table like it was something special, lining up the bowls and spoons with extra care. “Come sit, Abi,” she said. Her voice sounded tired. “I made the stew just how you like it. Extra pepper.” I sat down. Cassian took the chair right next to me. Dad sat across
ME TOO DADDY: COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES Daddy’s Little Secret (Contd)
Abigail The next morning, while we were about to start the next prayer conclusion, my fiancé stopped them.He stood near the front of the small shrine courtyard, shoulders tight, hands clenched at his sides. The morning light made the sweat on his forehead shine. He took a deep breath before he could speak.“I can’t go ahead with the wedding.”The words landed like a stone in still water. His mother’s face went blank for a second. Then her knees buckled. A broken sound left her throat. Her brother—his uncle—grabbed her arm and held her up before she could hit the ground. She clutched at his shirt with both hands, eyes wide and wet, mouth open like she couldn’t pull in enough air.“What did you just say?” the uncle asked, voice sharp. My fiancé’s throat moved as he swallowed. His eyes flicked once toward Cassian, then toward Dad. I felt the weight of those looks. The same eyes that had watched us last night in the locked shrine. The same threat that still hung in the air.He forced t
ME TOO DADDY: COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES Daddy’s Little Secret (Contd)
Abigail My heart dropped to my stomach, before it started pounding so fast as the door opened. My fiancé stood frozen in the doorway. His eyes went wide, then wider. The color drained from his face so fast I thought he might fall. His mouth opened but no sound came out at first. One hand gripped the doorframe hard enough that his knuckles turned white. His whole body locked up…shoulders rigid, chest rising in short, sharp breaths. He took one step inside. Then another. His gaze dragged over the three of us: me naked and straddling Cassian, Dad still buried deep in my ass, candles throwing our shadows across the shrine walls. The smell of incense and sex mixed together. His face twisted—shock, then raw disgust, then something darker. “What… what the fuck isgoing on here?” His voice cracked on the first word, then rose. He pointed a shaking finger at us. “You’re… you’re really…fucking them…. Right now... In front of the altar… Am I seeing things? No… this is impossible…” Shame sla
ME TOO DADDY: COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES Daddy’s Little Secret (Contd)
Abigail I heard the door open behind me. I didn’t turn around at first. My hands stayed pressed together in front of the altar. The candles flickered. Incense smoke curled up toward the low ceiling. I already knew who it was. I already knew why they had come. My heart jumped to my stomach as Cassian and Dad stepped into the shrine room, but it wasn’t fear. It was something hotter and more dangerous. I looked into their eyes, all I could see was pure hunger. I should have told them to leave immediately. I should have focused on the prayer instead. I should have remembered the wedding in five days and the husband waiting for me. But I didn’t. I couldn't take my eyes off them, especially the hard bulges in their trousers. Cassian’s voice was low. “Keep praying, stepsis.” I swallowed. “I… I am praying.” Dad moved closer. “Don’t stop. We want to hear your voice.” Cassian’s hands were already on my clothes. He pulled my blouse open, then the rest. Cool air touched my skin. I kept m
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