FAZER LOGINMy hands shook as I pulled off my clothes again. When I was naked, David walked toward me slowly, like a predator approaching prey."You almost got us caught," he said quietly. "You almost destroyed everything because you can't control yourself. Can't wait for Daddy's cock without making noise, without being obvious.""I'm sorry—""Sorry isn't good enough." He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the couch. "You're going to be punished. And you're going to take it. Understand?""Yes, Daddy."He sat down and pulled me over his lap in one smooth motion. Before I could process what was happening, his hand came down hard on my ass.I yelped."Count them," he ordered. "And thank me for each one."Another strike, harder than the first."One. Thank you, Daddy."Again. The sharp crack of his palm against my ass echoed through the room."Two. Thank you, Daddy."He spanked me twenty times. By the tenth strike I was crying. By the fifteenth I was begging. By the twentieth I was a sobbing mess dra
We almost got caught.And the sick thing—the truly fucked up, twisted thing that I can't stop thinking about—is that part of me wanted it to happen.Part of me wanted my dad to walk into that pool house and see me exactly like I was: bent over the couch with Marcus's cock buried in my pussy, my face covered in David's cum, begging for more like the desperate slut I'd become.I wanted him to know. Wanted to stop hiding. Wanted the whole charade to explode because at least then I wouldn't have to sit across from him at breakfast and pretend I was his innocent daughter instead of the shared fuck toy of his four closest friends.But when it actually almost happened, when I heard his footsteps approaching and his voice calling out, the terror that flooded through me was so intense I nearly vomited.Because wanting something in fantasy is very different from facing it in reality.---It started like any other Friday.Dinner with Dad where I could barely eat because I was already wet thinkin
My breath caught. "I—I don't know—""Yes, you do." David's hand cupped my face gently. "You can take it. We'll make sure of it. Trust us.""I trust you," I whispered."Good girl."I felt myself being moved—lifted slightly, positioned differently. Someone slid underneath me and I was lowered onto their cock. David, I thought, based on the size and the controlled way he guided me."That's it," he murmured. "Sit on Daddy's cock. Take it all."I sank down onto him, my pussy still sensitive from being edged for so long. He filled me completely and I thought that was it, that was all I could take.Then I felt hands on my ass, spreading me open. Felt something cool and slick—lube—being dripped onto my asshole. Felt a finger pressing against that tight ring of muscle."Wait—" Panic flared again. "I've never—""We know," Marcus said from behind me. "That's why we're going to go slow. Prepare you properly. Make sure you can take it."The finger pushed inside, just the tip at first. The sensatio
I walked toward them on unsteady legs. When I was close enough, David reached out and cupped my face, tilting it up to meet his gaze."Tonight is going to be different," he said quietly. "More intense. We're going to push you further than before. Use you in ways we haven't yet. And you're going to trust us to take care of you while we do it. Can you do that?""Yes, Daddy.""Good girl." He kissed me—not rough, but claiming. When he pulled back, his thumb brushed my bottom lip. "If it's too much, what do you say?""Red.""That's right. Red stops everything immediately. No judgment, no questions. You say that word and we stop. Understand?"I nodded."I need to hear you say it.""I understand.""Perfect." He stepped back. "Strip. Slowly."I pulled my tank top over my head, revealing my bare breasts. My nipples were already hard, already aching to be touched."Beautiful," Marcus muttered from where he leaned against the wall.I unbuttoned my jeans and shimmied them down my hips, stepping o
They're getting greedier.It's not enough anymore to take turns with me. To pass me between them like a toy they're sharing. They want more. Want me in ways I didn't even know were possible until they started whispering about it between thrusts—promises of what they'd do to me next time, threats of how thoroughly they planned to wreck me, descriptions of acts that should've terrified me but instead made me clench around whoever was inside me at that moment.And god help me, I wanted it too.I'd spent the entire week since last Friday in a haze of constant arousal. Monday morning I'd sat in my sociology lecture with Marcus's bruises still visible on my inner thighs, remembering how it felt to have all four of them inside me in various combinations throughout the night. Tuesday I'd touched myself in the bathroom between classes thinking about David's controlled thrusts and the way he'd called me a good girl when I begged. Wednesday I'd nearly come just from the memory of James's quiet i
He slammed into me without warning.I cried out, my back arching off the table. He was so thick, the angle so deep, I felt split open in the best way."That's it," Marcus groaned, setting a brutal pace immediately. "Take it. Take Daddy's cock like you were made for it."I was already close, already desperate from a week of anticipation and ten minutes of having my throat used. When Marcus's thumb found my clit, I shattered."Already?" Eric laughed. "Fuck, she's sensitive.""Gonna make her come on every cock," Marcus promised, fucking me harder. "Gonna make her come so many times she loses count."He made good on that promise. I came twice on his cock before he finally finished, groaning as he emptied himself inside me.When he pulled out, David took his place immediately."No rest," David said, sliding into my cum-slick pussy. "You wanted this, little girl. You're going to take all of us."Where Marcus had been rough and fast, David was controlled and deliberate. Long, deep strokes th
I walked toward him on trembling legs. When I was close enough, he reached out and ran one finger down the front of my dress, from my collarbone to the hem, his touch barely there but enough to make me shiver."You wore what I told you to wear.""Yes, Daddy.""And underneath?""Nothing."His smile
People think anticipation is the best part.They're wrong. The waiting is torture.Every Friday became an endurance test. I'd sit through classes taking notes I didn't remember writing, my mind already miles away picturing what would happen that night. Lunch with friends was agony—listening to them
"I'm in control this time," she said."Maya—""You had your turn. Now it's mine."She unbuttoned my jeans. Freed my cock. Stroked me slowly while I groaned."I've been thinking about this," she murmured. "About riding you. Taking what I want."She wasn't wearing underwear. Just lifted that t-shirt—
No.Absolutely not.There were too many people. Too much risk. This was insane.I stood up. "Bathroom," I muttered to no one in particular.Headed upstairs.The bathroom door was cracked open. I slipped inside.Maya was leaning against the sink, dress already hiked up her thighs."Are you crazy?" I







