Semua Bab Call Me Daddy : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Alessia The fourth day we all went to the small lake near the campsite. Mom and Dad spread towels on the shore and got the fishing poles ready. My little sister and the other kids ran straight into the water, splashing and laughing farther down the bank. The sun was warm on my skin and the water looked clear and cool. I wore my simple one-piece swimsuit like always, but under it I still felt open and ready because of everything Max had been doing to me.Max waited. He sat on a towel next to me and watched until Mom and Dad got busy with the poles. Their backs were turned. The kids were far enough away that their voices floated over the water but they were not looking at us. Max stood up and held out his hand.“Come with me,” he said in a normal voice. “I want to show you something behind those rocks.”My stomach flipped hard. I knew that voice. I stood on shaky legs and followed him. The cluster of rocks was only a short walk from the towels. It hid us a little but not all the way. I

AlessiaThe evening of the sixth day the others stayed by the fire pit talking and laughing. Max pulled me into the tent while no one was looking. The canvas walls made the space feel private even though I could still hear voices outside. My heart beat fast the second the flap closed behind us. He did not waste time. He bent me over the pile of our sleeping bags, flipped my skirt up, and pushed my underwear to the side.“Stay quiet,” he whispered. “They’re right outside. But I need to fill you up tonight.”He entered me in one smooth thrust. I was already wet for him like always. The stretch felt deep and full right away. He started fucking me with long purposeful strokes that pushed me forward into the soft bags. His hands held my hips tight so I could not move away.“Take it,” he said in that low rough voice. “Take every inch. I’m going to breed this pussy tonight. You hear me? I’m going to pump you so full you’ll feel it dripping for days.”I moaned soft into the sleeping bag. The

VeraI followed Uncle Ryan into the darkroom after we finished looking at the photos from last night. The door clicked shut behind us and the red light came on. Everything turned the color of blood. The air smelled sharp from the chemicals in the trays. Prints hung from lines like wet clothes. My heart started beating fast again. I still felt sore between my legs from the night before, and every step reminded me of how he had stretched me open while the camera watched.He set a stack of new prints on the counter and turned to me. His voice was calm but firm, the same daddy voice that made my stomach flip. “This room is different, Vera. In here you belong to me completely. Free-use. Do you know what that means?”I shook my head, my mouth already dry. “No, Daddy.”“It means I can use your mouth or your pussy whenever I want. No asking. No waiting. You stay ready. Understand?”“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered. Heat crawled up my neck. Part of me was scared. Part of me already felt wet.He point

VeraThe cabin sat by itself in the trees with snow all around it. No other houses. No cars. Just the quiet and the cold. Uncle Ryan parked and we went inside. The fire was already going. He locked the door and looked at me.“Take everything off,” he said. “We’re alone now. No one can hear you. No one can walk in.”I pulled my clothes off slow. The air inside was warm but I still shivered. He took my hand and led me to the big window. Frost covered the glass. He pressed my bare breasts against it.The cold hit like a slap. I gasped and tried to pull back. He held me there.“Stay,” he said. “Feel it. Let the cold wake you up.”My nipples went hard against the ice. It burned in a strange way. He stood behind me and reached between my legs. His fingers found me already wet.“Even the cold makes you drip,” he said. “Dirty girl. You like this, don’t you?”“It’s so cold, Daddy,” I whispered. “It hurts a little.”“Good. That’s the point.” He opened the door a crack and scooped a handful of s

Vera The studio was quiet again after hours. Uncle Ryan had set up the big mirrors so I could see myself from every side. A screen sat on a table playing the videos he had taken of us. The first one was already on. It was me in this same room, the night he took my first time. I stood there naked, my heart beating hard. He came up behind me and put his hands on my hips. “Look at the screen,” he said. “Then look in the mirror. Tell me what you see.” I watched the video. The girl on the screen was shaking while he pushed inside her. Her face was red. She was crying a little. In the mirror I saw the same girl now, but different. My body knew what was coming. “I see… me,” I said. “The first night. I look scared.” “You were,” he said. “Now you’re not. Watch.” He bent me forward a little so I faced both the mirror and the screen. He rubbed his cock against my pussy. I was already wet. He pushed in slow. I watched it happen in the mirror—his body behind mine, my mouth opening. “Describe