All Chapters of Daddy Said To Stay Away From Girls Like Them: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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II Delicious Danger

The motel door exploded inward, hinges screaming as they were ripped from the frame. A deafening crack of gunfire sliced through the air. Before I could even gasp, a sickening heat flooded into me and around me. Fresh, metallic-smelling blood slicked against my skin. Mateo went rigid in a heartbeat, then collapsed, his body turning dead weight as he went limp on mine. It was a surreal, sickening violation, trapped beneath his cooling corpse while the reality of his death took hold. I thrashed, my hands sliding against his slick, sweating back, desperate to crawl out from under him. I couldn't move him; he was like a boulder pressing the life out of me. I pulled my legs up, pushing my knee into his belly. Suddenly, a calloused hand hooked under his armpits and hauled him away like a discarded ragdoll. I didn’t look back. I scrambled toward the edge of the mattress, clawing for the blood-stained sheets to cover my nakedness. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my

III Bathed By The Second Brother

I woke in a room that wasn’t mine, held captive by the sharp, hungry gaze of a stranger. Not Pedro. The man on the red velvet couch wasn’t him. The heavy purple curtains blocked the sun, trapping us in a timeless, suffocating space. He was a striking sight: hair the color of blood and embers falling to his chin, the rest bound in a loose, rugged ponytail. His brows tightened as he rose. He moved like water, easily rising to a sitting position. “You’re finally up,” he rumbled, his hands resting on his knees as he leaned in. “I’m Samuel. Did the nightmares finally stop?” I reached for my head. My skin was damp and feverish. I wiggled my toes noticing that they were tucked in thin socks. And for my body, they’d offered me a flimsy linen nightgown. Before I could speak, Samuel stood—and god, he was massive. He started undressing, his eyes locked on mine with a terrifying, delicious intensity. “How can you sleep in such filth and not dream of it? I’d be tossing all morn

IV What Is Your Safe Word?

RUINED AND SAFE WITH THE MAFIA BROTHERS, Episode IV The bathroom air was thick with steam and the strong, musky scent of men. It was a slow, teasing game. Samuel moved against me with grace. His hands felt hot on my skin, making my stomach burn with desire. The cool water of the tub was the only thing keeping me grounded, because under the surface, I knew he was completely naked. He made no effort to hide his need for me. I tried to look only at his face, but it was hard. His eyes grew dark, showing me he liked my attention. The door opened, and I felt a sudden jolt of relief when I saw Pedro. He walked in, looking at our naked bodies like a predator. Pedro knelt by the tub, and the mood changed. Samuel pulled away to focus only on his brother. They grabbed each other’s hands and pressed their foreheads together in a quiet, serious moment. Then, they kissed. It wasn't a soft kiss. Pedro grabbed the back of Samuel’s head, pulling him close. The water splashed loudly a

V Welcome To The Family Bound By Passion

Pedro pulled me from the bathroom with a firm, strong grip, just like when he saved me from that bad situation with Mateo. He had helped me many times and we’d only known each other for one night. He suspended his fun with Samuel to get me tucked, and Samuel followed us like a hawk. When Pedro placed me on the bed, I hoped he knew how much that meant to me. "Do you need anything?" he asked. His eyes looked at my body as he lay me down. "No, nothing," I whispered. "Please, I don’t want to be a burden." Pedro shook his head. He pulled the sheets over me, a gentle and protective move. He kissed my cheek and pushed my wet hair away from my face. "Stop worrying," he said. He started to get up, but Samuel placed a heavy hand on his shoulder and pushed him back down. Samuel was a wall of muscle and would not move. Pedro looked annoyed for a second, but he didn't fight back. He touched himself, stroking his hand over his still-wet cock while Samuel pushed into him slowly. Ped

THE PROFESSOR’S LESSON I

THE PROFESSOR’S LESSON. EPISODE 1: WE GIRLS SHOULD STICK OUR HOLES TOGETHER AND STICK TOGETHER. ABBY My school reputation was spotless. No student could ever say they had seen me use the student bathroom. As an English professor, I always made sure to avoid it. But this afternoon, I had a stomachache that caught me at the worst possible time. I found myself trapped against the wall of the third stall in the ladies' room, forced to listen to two girls arguing over a boy. “Ronald and I are lovers. He gave me his old key chain from the third grade,” one girl said. “You are living in the past. Ronald and I are together in the present and the future. Why would he want you?” the second girl asked. The first one laughed. “You cannot make me feel less than I am.” The second one replied, “I am not trying to make you something you already are.” The first one spoke again. “Ronald asked me to

II: Monster Sized Cucumber

THE PROFESSOR’S LESSON EPISODE 2: MONSTER-SIZED CUCUMBER VANIA Miss Abby called us to order as our laughter erupted. I did not want to be laughing with Tamara, but we had been in so many detentions together that this became a shared joke. She had dragged us to her classroom prior. “No joking in my classroom. Shut your mouths, ladies!” Miss Abby slapped her desk, and a few papers flew off their stack. Tamara and I held our laughter in. To be honest, I felt a little afraid when she did that. Miss Abby asked, “What is so funny, girls?” Tamara and I looked at each other but said nothing. Miss Abby did not like that. She stood up in front of her desk. “I said, what is funny?” Tamara choked on her laughter, and a small sound escaped. Miss Abby’s eyes landed on her. “Tamara, what is funny?” Tamara apologized with a wave of her hand before she pressed her lips shut.

III: The Spotlight Is Between Your Legs

THE PROFESSOR’S LESSON. EPSIODE 3: THE SPOTLIGHT IS BETWEEN YOUR LEGS TAMARA What in the world was going on? I could not believe my eyes when Vania pulled out the toy the professor had asked her to get. It was long, a good eight to ten inches, and curved on both ends. A double-sided dildo, I thought. I had never seen one in real life, only on the internet. It looked soft like jelly, the way it could bend and squeeze. Professor Abby was back on the floor when she turned to me and snapped her fingers. “You, come here.” I got up on wobbly legs and crossed the room to meet them. Professor Abby took the toy from Vania. “You have a smart mouth, so I will start with you. Suck.” One order, and I knew what I had to do. She shoved it toward my face, and I reacted reluctantly. “I guess I have no choice. We are stuck here with you for the entire day,” I said, mostly to myself. Professor Abb

IV: Liking Girls Is Not A Freak Thing

THE PROFESSOR’S LESSON, EPISODE 4: LIKING GIRLS IS NOT A FREAK THING ABBY Tamara got down from the table and Vania climbed on eagerly. Tamara, on the other hand, was not glad. She had a frown on her face and sighed every few seconds. Vania did not know an important rule about pleasing a woman. You do not stop until she reaches her climax, and if you are not sure, you ask her. Women love being in charge. The idea that they love being submissive has always, in my opinion, been only half the truth. They love to nurture and care, and to do that, the people around them must submit. However, caring for someone is a task that requires control. There is no submission in that. Because Tamara was offended, I handed the toy to her. “Here, you handle her how you want,” I told her. A flicker of interest passed through her eyes. For a second, she stood straighter and reached for the toy faster, but she was good at hiding her emotions. She sighed when she took the toy from me

V: Let’s Share A Strap On

THE PROFESSOR’S LESSON. EPISODE 5: Let’s Share A Strap On VANIA Miss Abby did not know who was at her door when we knocked, so she shouted that she was coming and ran to meet us on her porch. She paused when she opened the door. “Girls?” Miss Abby asked, looking at us. “Is everything okay?” “No,” I said. I had brought Tamara here. I knew where Miss Abby lived because I had submitted papers to her outside of school hours. I knew I was crossing a line, but I felt excited doing it. “We want to learn more about girl love,” Tamara said. “I am also sorry for how I stormed out earlier.” Miss Abby looked at both of us. Her expression softened, but she still stood in the doorway, blocking our path. “Why should I teach you girls anything more? You already have everything you need.” “I don’t,” Tamara stammered. “I like girls, ma’am, and instead of living my truth, I fight with other girls to keep boys I do not even like. I need your help.” “Prove it,” Miss Abby said. Tamara s

GLORY HOLE IN THE LOCKER ROOM I

Glory Hole In The Locker Room. Episode 1: Finger Your Fantasy SABINE I craved a glory hole experience. That was my mission, and I was determined to get one with the football team captain who was also my boyfriend. I remembered being a freshman in college, wandering into the boys’ locker room, and spotting those holes carved into the wall of the middle stall. It was the perfect place for my plan. I chose Saturday morning for my adventure. On Fridays, the coach supervised their training, but Saturdays were laid back. The team just played together for fun, making it the perfect time. I sneaked into their locker room before their friendly match ended and sent a text to Michael with my burner phone. “MEET ME AT THE THIRD STALL. SOMEONE HAS A SURPRISE FOR YOU” I sent the message and then had to do the part I hated most. I waited. The squad returned that afternoon only twenty minutes later. I had hung an out of order sign outside the stall I was in and waited in silence for t

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