All Chapters of ALL YOURS, DADDY: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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31. BDSM 2

And that's exactly what he does. For what feels like hours—though it's probably only thirty minutes—he works my body expertly. Fingers, tongue, the edge of his teeth. He learns every spot that makes me gasp, every pressure point that makes me moan. He brings me to the edge five, six, seven times, and each time, just as I'm about to tip over, he stops. I'm sobbing by the fourth edge, begging shamelessly. "Please, Sir, please let me cum. I'll do anything. Anything. Please—" "Anything?" he asks, and I feel him shift on the bed. "Yes. Anything. Just please—" "Then take my cock down your throat while you're tied like this. Let me fuck your face until I cum. And maybe—maybe—I'll let you finish after." I feel him straddle my chest, feel the heat of his cock near my face, and open my

32. SEX FRAT: 20 Guys A Night??

Brit's POVI'd always been sexually adventurous.Not in a reckless way—I was smart about it, always safe, always in control. But I'd never been one of those girls who pretended sex was something sacred that should only happen in committed relationships with the lights off. I liked sex. Liked the variety of different partners, the thrill of new hands learning my body, the satisfaction of knowing exactly what I wanted and taking it without apology.By my sophomore year at State, I'd probably slept with more people than most of my friends combined. And I didn't feel an ounce of shame about it.But twenty guys in one night?That was insane. That was the kind of thing that got you a reputation you could never shake, that would follow you through graduation and probably into your professional life. That was crossing from "sexually liberated" into territory most people would call something much less flattering.Which is exactly why, when Jake Thompson—president of Sigma Chi, captain of the b

33. Sex Frat: Fuck Me

"You came," he said, and I heard genuine surprise beneath the approval in his voice."Did you think I wouldn't?""Honestly?" A slow smile spread across his face. "Part of me thought you'd chicken out. That you'd realize how insane this is and bail. Would've respected that, by the way.""I don't chicken out," I said, stepping inside. The house was quieter than usual—I could hear voices from deeper inside, but no music, no chaos. "And I don't bail on challenges.""Good to know." He closed the door and locked it—a deliberate sound that made everything feel suddenly very real. "The guys are in the main room. But first—" He gestured toward what I recognized as his private bedroom off the main hallway. "—we need to go over some final things."I followed him in, and he closed the door behind us. His room was surprisingly neat for a college guy—bed made, no clothes on the floor, smelled like his cologne mixed with clean laundry."Ground rules," he said, pulling out his phone. "I know you gave

34. Sex Frat: You Have A Great Dick

"You're fucking gorgeous," he said, and the sincerity in his voice made me feel beautiful in a way that had nothing to do with validation and everything to do with being genuinely desired. "You know that?"Before I could respond, he hooked his fingers in my panties and dragged them down my legs, leaving me completely bare. Then he dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed, grabbed my thighs, and pulled me toward his mouth."Oh fuck," I gasped as his tongue made contact, licking through my folds in one long, slow stroke. "You don't have to—""I want to," he interrupted, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh. "Want to taste you. Want to make you cum on my tongue before you cum on my cock. Now stop talking and let me work."He proceeded to eat me out with the kind of focused intensity that made it clear this wasn't a chore for him—he genuinely enjoyed it. His tongue explored every fold, every sensitive spot, finding my clit and circling it with perfect pressure. When he added two f

35. Sex Frat: Fucking Ten Guys?

Brit's POVTen down, ten to go. My pussy was sore, my jaw ached, and I had cum on pretty much every part of my body. Streaks of it dried sticky on my thighs, my stomach, my tits—one guy had pulled out and painted my neck like I was his personal canvas. My hair was a tangled mess, strands glued together in places, and every time I moved, I could smell the sharp, musky mix of sweat, latex, and semen clinging to my skin. My lips felt swollen from all the cocks I’d sucked, my throat raw from taking them deep. My nipples were tender from constant pinching and sucking, and my ass still throbbed faintly from that one careful anal turn.And I’d never been more turned on in my life.This was exactly the kind of depraved shit I’d been craving for years—pushing my body past what I thought it could handle, surrendering to pure, animal want while twenty guys watched me unravel and still begged for more. Every muscle screamed for rest, but my clit pulsed like it had its own heartbeat, demanding atte

36. Two Cocks Inside Me

Brit's POV“Get the lube,” I said. “And condoms. Let’s make it fast and filthy.”They laid me on my back on the blankets. Thirteen lubed his fingers, worked two into my ass while Fourteen sucked my clit, keeping me wet and open. The stretch was intense—burning, full, overwhelming—but I breathed through it, relaxed into it. When they were both ready, Thirteen lay back, pulled me on top, cock sliding into my pussy first. I sank down slowly, feeling every inch, the soreness flaring bright then melting into pleasure. Then Fourteen knelt behind me, pressed the head of his cock against my ass.“Ready?” he asked.“Do it.”He pushed in inch by inch, slow, careful, but relentless. The fullness was insane—two thick cocks stretching me to the limit, rubbing against each other through the thin wall inside. I gasped, nails digging into Thirteen’s shoulders. They started moving—opposite rhythms at first, then syncing, thrusting deep together. I screamed—actual, raw scream—as the pressure built, eve

37. GangBang???

Clean(ish), boneless, I let Jake wrap me in a towel and carry me back to the main room. The final five were waiting.Seventeen wanted me on my knees, face-fucking me while I jerked two others. I took him deep, gagging, drool running down my chin, while my hands worked the others. They came fast—one on my face, one across my chest. Seventeen finished in my throat.Eighteen bent me over the couch again, fucked me hard from behind, spanking my ass until it burned red. I pushed back, meeting every thrust, begging for more. He came inside the condom, pulled out, and slapped my ass one last time—sharp, stinging, perfect.Nineteen was slow, almost tender. Missionary on the blankets, legs wrapped around him, kissing deep while he rocked into me. I came softly this time, shuddering, clinging to him. He whispered “You’re incredible” as he finished.And then—number twenty.He was the last one, the quietest, a senior named Ethan. Tall, dark eyes, cock thick and long. He didn’t rush. He knelt betw

38. Sex Frat: Pornstar

Brit's POVThe morning after I became a legend, campus felt different. Like the air itself knew what I’d done.I walked to class with Jake’s arm slung low around my waist, his fingers brushing the top of my ass every few steps like he was reminding the world—and me—who I belonged to now. My thighs still ached with every stride, a deep, delicious soreness that made me clench involuntarily. I could still feel the ghost of him inside me from that raw, claiming fuck on the blankets—his cum had leaked out all night, soaking through my panties, leaving a sticky reminder between my legs even after I’d showered twice.People stared.Not the subtle side-eyes you get when someone’s gossiping. Full-on, mouths-parted, phones half-raised stares. A group of freshmen girls near the quad actually stopped walking, one of them whispering “That’s her” loud enough for me to hear. A guy from my econ lecture—the quiet one who never spoke—gave me a slow once-over and then looked away blushing like he’d be

39. Double Penetration

Saturday came fast.The house smelled different this time—cleaner, like they’d scrubbed every surface, lit candles that smelled faintly of cedar and sex. The main room was transformed again: blankets and pillows in the center, but now ringed with three tripods holding actual cameras (one wide, two for close-ups), soft ring lights casting golden glows on my skin. A small monitor sat off to the side so I could see what was being captured. Someone had even run extension cords for extra outlets—professional as fuck for a bunch of frat guys.Twenty brothers waited, naked or nearly, cocks already hard, stroking slowly. They looked at me like I was their religion.Jake kissed me first—deep, possessive, tongue claiming every inch of my mouth while his hand cupped my pussy through the tiny black thong I’d worn just for the tease.“Ready to make history twice?” he murmured.I bit his lip. “Ready to make you watch me get wrecked and then fuck me like I’m yours.”He growled, spun me around, slapp

40. Fucking The Frat Guys

He pushed—slow, relentless. The stretch burned bright, then melted into fullness so intense I saw stars. Both cocks buried deep, rubbing against each other inside me. They started moving—opposite thrusts at first, then together, deep and hard. I screamed—raw, unfiltered—clit grinding against Tattoos’ pelvis. The monitor showed it all: my hole stretched around two cocks, slick and gaping slightly each time they pulled back, my face contorted in pleasure-pain.I came twice like that—once clenching so hard they both groaned, once squirting a little, clear fluid running down Tattoos’ balls. The camera caught the glisten.They finished—one in my ass, one pulling out to cum on my stomach. I smeared it around with my fingers, licked them clean for the lens.We kept going.Oral train—five guys in a row kneeling, me on my knees moving down the line, sucking each one deep while hands played with my tits, my clit, my ass. Spit and precum mixed, dripping onto my chest. One came in my mouth—I swal

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