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“It’s yours, daddy,” she cried without thinking, too turned on to care how she sounded, tears slipping down her cheeks, down her neck and in between her tits. “Daddy, it’s yours. Please just keep fucking me. I need it. Oh daddy, fuck meeeee!" “My pussy, my rules. No one else touches you. You come home when I say so. You keep your mouth shut about me fucking you. Understand?” he grunted into her ear, as his balls tightened and his own climax came knocking with each trickle of her juices dripping down to his balls as they smacked her ass. Wren nodded frantically, her pussy clenching hard around him again as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside her. “Yes. Yes, daddy. I understand. Anything you want. Just don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Make me cum again. Again, please daddy," she moaned into the night unapologetically, like she wasn't outside her school in the parking lot, where anyone could happen upon them at any moment. And what about Kyle? What if he told? Oh God. What i

"Daddy… liked it," was all Wren could manage to get out as he piled her into the passenger seat of his car and buckled her in. Their eyes met as he pulled away. She felt like a fool. He did too. But neither could resist the allure of looking deep into each other's eyes. Her chest heaved. His dick noticed. "Yes, whore. Daddy liked it," he said, the tension between them sizzling, making her stomach turn with anticipation when he said the word whore. Was she starting to like it? Being daddy's whore? No. No. Please, no. But all was right with the world again seconds later when his lips slammed into hers and his tongue filled her mouth. He kissed the breath out of her, then immediately pulled back, hesitant to have the unexpected development before him make his heart race. A split second later, hesitance gave way to unyielding want and his mouth was back on hers, sucking on her face until they were left panting and had to part lips to breathe. "Let's go home and fuck some more, h

Victor took Wren to a gynaecologist after the ceremony, where she had an IUD implanted. "Plan B only works once. This covers you for a prolonged period," Victor said from behind the wheel, seated next to his wife in the car on the drive home. Only Wren seemed to catch the suggestive undertone in his voice as their eyes met in the rearview mirror. A light blush tainted her cheeks, much to Victor's amusement. You weren't embarrassed on daddy's cock last night, were you, little whore? "So responsible. Thanks for taking care of her, baby," Helen cooed, with her eyes lit up and her hands all over Victor's arm. Seriously? Did he marry a stupid woman? Helen was a maid before he married her, but he didn't just stick his dick in the help for the taboo. At the time, she seemed sensible. Learned, even. These days she just seemed like a silly forty years old, happily swiping his black card at every turn. Was that why his attentions had… shifted? Victor didn't fuck Wren for her brain tho

“He still hasn’t texted,” Wren whispered to her empty dorm room, staring at the blank screen of her phone like it might change if she just looked hard enough. Seven days. No calls. No filthy late night demands. No sudden knock on her door. Just suffocating, unbearable silence and heartbreak.Every night Wren waited to hear from Victor like the lovesick fool that she was. Every time the phone buzzed she lunged for it, heart slamming so hard in her chest that it hurt. Only to find another group chat or spam notification. The disappointment sat in her throat like a stone she couldn’t spit out.Lectures were a small reprieve, but then she came home to the same nothingness, devastated every time. In the darkness of the night, the ache between her legs turned cruel and brutal. The moment she got back from campus, she threw herself down onto her bed and stripped. "So much for never again," she would say with a sigh while kicking off her panties. Then she unlocked her phone and pulled up

"It was just dumb luck," she said modestly, shrugging her shoulders while begging her throbbing clit to behave as she and her professor came face to face. "I beg to differ," he said, brushing her naked shoulders with his fingertips. Her body cried out at his touch. Her gaze fell to the floor, not daring to look him in the eye. The part of her that knew better shifted to the back of her mind. Starved for affection. No friends on campus. Barely a text here and there from her mom and school friends. Heart pounding in her throat. Tired of being alone with the silence and the same unanswered texts."I think you have real potential. Besides, do you know how rare me taking an interest in a freshman is?" he asked, his voice drowning in seduction and persuasion. It wasn't what he said, but the way he said it. This wasn't how you talked to a student, was it? “Okay,” she said quietly anyway, bouncing nervously on the spot, but not moving away as that same quiet thrill of secret fucks wi