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BROKE DUDES GET FUCKED! 1

TESSY'S POV I heard it before I saw it. As soon as the elevator doors opened on Eric's floor, the sounds came floating down the hallway before I had even reached his apartment door. Unmistakably the sounds of someone having a very good time in there. I smiled to myself. So much for being sick. That was the thing about Eric, my boyfriend. He was always lying! I had a bouquet of roses in one hand and my spare key in the other. Already composing the speech in my head. The teasing one about catching him pretending to be sick just to avoid our anniversary dinner… when the sounds got clearer. "Oh yes… right there… just like that…" I slowed down. That wasn't Eric's voice. Or rather, it was Eric's voice but high and breathy and unguarded in a way he had never been with me no matter how creative I got when we fucked. "Don't stop… Daddy, please don't fucking stop, damn…" I stood outside the door with my key in my hand and my anniversary roses going slightly limp in my

BROKE BOYS GET FUCKED! 2

TESSY'S POV Eric showed up on a Thursday. Three weeks before his rent was due. Which told me he was now at the point where he was so desperate he could do anything. Perfect. I opened the door before he knocked. He looked good and I hated that he looked good. Fresh haircut. The grey hoodie I had bought him last winter. And his eyes doing that thing where they begged for a second chance. "Tessy…" "Come in," I said. Not warmly. He sat on my couch. Abd I sat across from him in the armchair with my legs crossed and my face neutral. Letting the silence do the hard work. "I've been trying to reach you for two weeks," he began. "I know." "I need you to know it didn't mean anything…" "Eric." I looked at him. "That guy was nine inches deep in your ass and you were calling him Daddy… don't you tell me it didn't mean anything." He winced. "What do you want me to say?" "Nothing," I snapped. "I want you to listen. We're done. That's it. Simple!" "Tessy please." He le

BROKE BOYS GET FUCKED! 3

TESSY'S POV Eric looked back over his shoulder at the baby oil in my hand. "Is that baby oil?" "Yes," I said. "Tessy that's not really…" "No Diddy," I said coldly. And slapped his ass hard enough that the sound cracked through the bedroom like a gunshot. He yelped. His cheeks clenched. I watched them and felt an evil satisfaction spread through me. I pulled my nightwear over my head and dropped it on the floor. Completely naked now and standing behind my boyfriend's arched muscular body in my own bedroom with a pegging harness in my hand. And absolutely no regrets about any of it. I poured some baby oil into my palm. Then I slathered it down the full length of the external dildo from tip to base. s Slow and thorough. Watching it glisten under the bedroom light. Eric was watching me over his shoulder with a mask of horror on his face. The inner dildo was shorter and curved. And when I wore the harness and positioned it, it slid inside my pussy and I gasped

Daddy's Pregnant Girl 1

BRENDA'S POV Dear Diary, these are blurry memories I can barely recall. I'll try to journal them as vividly as I can remember… Jason's pregnancy messed with my recollection a lot. •••••••••• November 12th, 2005. I was on the living room couch when Walter found me. Not dramatically. Not sprawled or collapsed. Just sitting there in the dim light with my hands over my bump and my body doing the same thing it had been doing since the second trimester. My clit was throbbing. That was the thing nobody warned me about. That pregnancy hormones made everything sensitive and swollen… and inconvenient. My baby bump made me feel enormous and unrecognisable. I was much more aware of my own body than I had ever been. Every nerve ending suddenly felt closer to the surface. My nipples got hard against my bra for no reason. My pussy would be wet at the wrong times. Now the ache between my legs were constant and ignored because I had told Walter three months ago that I need

Daddy's Pregnant Girl 2

BRENDA'S POVWalter laid me on the bed like I was something precious.Which was the problem honestly… I didn't feel precious. I felt enormous and stretched and hormonal and not at all like the woman Walter had married. But the way he looked at me while he set me down made arguing with any of that very difficult.He stood at the edge of the bed and looked at me for a long moment.Then he reached for his shirt cuff and began rolling it up his muscular forearm with that intimidating alpha male ease that did something to my nervous system.Those arms.Gosh! Those arms."Take it off," he said. Meaning my nightdress.And I pulled it over my head and immediately the urge to cover myself hit hard. My bump hung round and heavy between us. My breasts were fuller than they had ever been. Nipples darkened and now embarrassingly sensitive. My thighs were softer. Heck, everything was just more than it used to be.In an attempt to cover it all up, I reached for the sheet."Don't!" His voice w

Daddy's Pregnant Girl 3

BRENDA'S POVI stared at that hairbrush like it had personally wronged me.Which honestly it had, on multiple occasions… and was about to again."Walter…""Daddy!""Daddy." I swallowed. "I can explain about the drawer…""I know you can." He picked the brush up and turned it over in his hand with a calmness that told me I couldn't escape. "And you will. But first..."He sat at the edge of the bed with his legs apart and patted his thigh for me to come.I didn't move."Brenda.""My belly…""I'll take care of your belly." He patted his thigh again. "Come here."I crossed the room on unsteady legs and he guided me over his lap with those hands. Those hefty capable hands. Arranging my bump carefully between his thighs so the weight of it was supported, my ass tilted up, my toes just brushing the floor."You're overthinking," he said, one palm resting flat on my lower back."I'm not…"The hairbrush came down.Smack!It wasn’t hard. Just a testing stroke. The sting spread immediately on my a

Daddy's Pregnant Girl 4

BRENDA'S POV He stood up slowly. And I watched him undress slowly. Every movement exuding so much masculine every. He unbuttoned his shirt first. Revealing the chest and shoulders and those arms that had been running my nervous system all evening. Then his trousers. Then everything else. He was hard. "On your side," he said. "Face the wall." He arranged us carefully. His front to my back. His body curved around mine with my bump cradled safely as his cock pressed against me from behind. And I felt the heat of his cock against my pussy and my whole body tightened in anticipation. "Eyes open," he said against my ear. "Keep them open." He pushed in. Slow. Intentional. Every inch dragging against walls that pregnancy had made swollen and sensitive and impossible to ignore. I grabbed the sheet with both fists and made a sound that wasn’t a word. "Oh… oh Daddy…" "Stay with me," he said. Not stopping. Not slowing. Pushing deeper while his hand pressed softly against m

FUCKED BY ROOM SERVICE 1

ROSELINE'S POVRichard cheated on me.I found out while watching the news.Not from Richard. Not from a confession or a guilty phone call or even the courtesy of a lie I could choose to believe. I found out the same way everyone else did, sitting on the edge of our oversized bed in my bathrobe with a glass of overpriced white wine warming untouched in my hand while the TV glowed across the room.His face appeared first.Then hers.A gorgeous brunette stepping out beside him outside some restaurant in Monaco. Cameras flashing so brightly across the pavement it almost looked cinematic. His hand rested low against her back in that intimate, familiar way it used to rest against mine. Firm. Possessive. Effortless.The kind of touch that announced closeness without needing explanation.And beneath them, the headline rolled across the screen in cruel white letters…RICHARD D'BAJON SPOTTED WITH MYSTERY WOMAN IN MONACO.I just stared at it.At her.At the way she tilted her face toward him

FUCKED IN ROOM 512 2

ROSELINE'S POVHe stood frozen in my doorway.The tray in his hands. His eyes on my body. His professionalism visibly losing a very one-sided battle."I apologize, signora, I will…""Put the tray down," I said.He stepped inside carefully. Eyes now fixed exaggeratedly on the console table as he set the tray down with hands that were not entirely steady. Then he straightened and turned toward the door."What's your name?" I asked.He stopped.Turned slightly. "Elio."The way it came out of his mouth. That accent wrapping around two syllables like they were something to be savoured. Something moved through my lower belly immediately and I pressed my thighs together."Elio…" I said it back to him just to feel it. "If you walk out that door I will call your manager and tell him you entered my suite without permission… and saw me naked."He turned fully."Signora, I knocked…""And I said one moment." I tilted my head. "But you came in anyway."He stared at me. At the robe hanging off one

FUCKED IN ROOM 512 3

ROSELINE'S POVThe days rolled by very quickly after that fling with Elio. My heart still heavy. And Richard had been blowing up my phone, frantically trying to find out where I was.But I didn't care. I was a free woman in some random luxury hotel in the heart of Florence. And that was all that mattered. Not him. Not his cheating. Not his community dick!Today, I came down for breakfast at eight.Same table by the window I had taken every morning since arriving the hotel. Same view of the impeccable skyline. Same careful arrangement of a woman who pretended she had herself together.Elio was was on duty.I noticed him the moment I sat down and told myself not to and did it anyway. The uniform fitted him differently when I knew what was underneath it. The white shirt across those shoulders. The seductive way his forearms flexed when he poured coffee. I hadn’t properly looked at his body that night. I'd been too consumed by what it was doing to my pussy and now I was making up for

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