All Chapters of All For… Daddy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Kristi.I’ve wanted to fuck Troy since I was seventeen. That dirty, forbidden ache started the summer he came over for Dad’s birthday barbecue, shirtless in the backyard, sweat glistening on his broad chest and those powerful arms that looked like they could pin me down without effort.He was my father’s best friend completely off-limits, married at the time and twice my age—but none of that stopped the filthy thoughts from flooding my mind every time he was near. I’d sneak glances at the bulge in his jeans, imagining how thick and heavy his cock would feel stretching me open, how he’d growl my name while he ruined me for anyone else.Even back then, I’d lock myself in my room after he left, fingers slipping under my panties, rubbing my swollen clit to the fantasy of Troy bending me over the kitchen counter while Dad was in the next room.Now, at twenty-three, fresh out of college with a degree that felt almost useless in this job market, the obsession hadn’t faded. It had only g

Kristi. “Yes,” I whispered, the word slipping out. My voice was barely audible, thick with shame. Despite that something far darker and hungry bloomed in my core.Troy’s low, rumbling chuckle filled the space between us like smoke. He didn’t believe me for a second. “That’s a lie, Kristi. A pretty little lie from a pretty little liar.”His breath was still ghosting my ear, hot and steady, sending fresh shivers racing down my spine. “You knew exactly what you were doing when you hit send on those pictures. Drunk or not, you wanted me to see you like that—your fingers buried in that pretty cunt, ass up, begging for a real man’s cock instead of whatever boy you’ve been letting fuck you. You did it on purpose, princess. Admit it.”I started babbling, overexplaining like a fool, my words tumbling out in a desperate rush. “No, Troy, I swear—I was wasted, the files were right next to each other on my desktop, my hands were shaking from the shots and I just added the wrong folder and—”H

Kristi. I was a bitch in heat. A filthy little slut. That’s what I called myself the second I left Troy’s office, legs still shaking and his cum slowly leaking down my thighs.I couldn’t stop thinking about his monstrous cock. The way it stretched me open, the way it hit so deep I saw stars. Was that what he used to fuck his wife with? The thought made me bite my lip hard. God, I wished I had been his wife instead. I wished I was his permanent cumdump, available whenever that thick dick got hard.He was my father’s best friend, for fuck’s sake. He wasn’t supposed to touch me. I wasn’t supposed to let him. I should have told Mom. Or Dad. Told them his best friend had bent me over his desk and ruined me because I’d sent him a video of me fingering my soaked pussy, moaning his name like a whore. Was it betrayal? Or was it exactly what my greedy little cunt deserved?The next morning I woke up deliciously sore, the deep, aching throb between my legs making me smile before

Kristi. I didn’t just become an intern. No. I became a slut. A greedy, dripping cumdump for my daddy’s best friend. The man who had watched me grow from a giggling little girl into this shameless woman with soaked panties and a constant ache between my thighs. Troy Reynolds had been in every birthday photo, every family vacation snapshot, every awkward school event—always the tall, steady shadow smiling beside my father while I secretly fantasized about him pinning me down and ruining me. Now I was his plaything. His eager little fucktoy who crawled across his office floor on all fours, skirt shoved up around my waist, begging him to use every hole. His personal whore who swallowed his thick load before morning meetings and walked out with it still warm on my tongue. I lived for the way he gripped my hair and called me his dirty secret. Nothing else mattered anymore. Not the fancy title on the company letterhead. Just the way my pussy clenched every time he looked at me l

Kristi.I counted down the hours even in my sleep. When morning finally broke, Saturday had arrived like a gift wrapped in sin.I hummed like a slut in heat all through the morning, hips swaying as I moved around my room. The second I stepped into the shower, I angled the hose straight between my legs and let the strong pulse beat against my swollen clit until my knees buckled. Water mixed with my slick as I rubbed myself shamelessly, imagining Troy’s tongue instead. I came hard, biting my lip so I wouldn’t moan his name loud enough for the whole house to hear.I knew I had to look irresistible. Everything—every detail—had to make Troy drool. I lotioned my skin until it glowed, chose the skimpiest black bikini that barely covered my nipples and left my ass cheeks spilling out, then slipped a sheer white gown for a cover-up over. My hair fell in loose waves down my back, lips painted a glossy red that screamed fuck me. I wanted him to look at me and forget every single rule w