All Chapters of ME TOO DADDY: COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

LIA When the black phone chimed again…I nearly wept with relief. Leo: Remove it. Shower. Be ready and dressed for dinner at 7.p.m. Your mother will be joining us, behave like a good girl, like nothing ever happened. If anything goes wrong… then remember that your payment will be refreshed. Dinner? With my mother. The thought was like a fresh horror. How could I sit with her…with her new husband’s sperm that barely dried inside me and the memory of a stone phallus stretching her, and make polite conversation? And that… he wanted me to act normal, after everything? How could I? But I had to obey him. I walked into the bathroom… I let the hot water floodgate over me, washing away the physical leftovers but not the bruises. I chose a simple, high necked black dress. Mom was already there, radiant in an emerald green gown, My earlier craving was replaced by a glowing, champagne induced serenity. “Lia, darling! Doesn’t this room just take your breath away?” She kissed cheek, smel

LIAI was already naked, and dripping on his desk when the door handle turned.My legs were spread wide. Two of my fingers were moving in and out of my swollen pussy. My other hand squeezed my tits hard enough to leave bruises. I didn’t stop when he walked in. I wanted him to see everything. I wanted him to see how much I had been craving him.He froze in the doorway. Like he was imagining things. He was still in the black sleep pants. No shirt on. His eyes locked on the exact place my fingers disappeared inside me.“You've become a naughty girl.” His voice came out low and rough. “What if it's your mother who comes in?”I kept moving my fingers faster and deeper. Rolling my hips around my fingers. My eyes locked on him. The sounds filled the quiet study.“Let her,” I said. My voice shook a little but I didn’t look away. “I wanted her to know how much I loved your cock…I wanted her to know how much I got tired of waiting for you, while you were beside her.”“You could get us killed, y

MarkThe café was nearly empty when I walked in, still cold from the winter air that was clinging to my coat. That was when I saw her. She was sitting by the window with her dark hair falling in front of her face and her shoulders, biting her lower lip as she hurried to write something in a notebook. I knew it was her immediately I saw her face. She was Lena… the new art teacher at the local studio. She'd been the talk of the town for weeks. But I never had a chance to talk with her, she was always surrounded by students.And today…she was all by herself, and the way the golden light was catching the tips of her hazel eyes held mine.I had ordered a double espresso. I hesitated when I turned to approach her table. She looked up at me when I reached her side, setting the cups down. The way she stared at me made my heart beat faster than usual.“So,” I started. “You are Lena, right?”I asked, as cool as I could. "Studio, huh?She tilted her head to the side, her eyes on me. A slow sm

Bianca He has been our new professor for months. My step-uncle. Professor Black. Ever since my mom married his brother… he had never even once spoken to me, unless he needed something important. He had told me to stay back after the lecture. The last students left the room in a hurry, talking over each other, bags swinging. I stayed in my seat like he said. My heart was beating fast. He had never told me to stay after the lecture before. Have I done anything wrong? Was my grade not good? The door closed. The noise faded. Only the two of us remained. Why did he ask me to stay back?” Professor Black loaded up his notes at the front desk. My body was burning as he walked over without rushing. He set a thin folder in front of me. “Bianca,” he said. “You’ve been dropping in class. “Are you okay… is anything going on in your mind?” “I…I’m…I mean,” It was as if I was a toddler learning to speak. “I mean step-uncle… I’m good.” “Professor Black,” he corrected. His eyes never left

Bianca The house was too quiet. Everyone was in their rooms, sure they were scrolling on their gadgets. I lay on my bed, legs spread under the sheet, fingers already between them. My phone was on the nightstand. Every time I could still feel his mouth on my nipples. The way his fingers curled inside me while I tried to read out loud. I pumped my fingers in and out of my pussy as fast as I could, picturing him doing it for me. I bit the pillow when the first surge hit me like a physical blow. I didn't stop, I fucked myself through it. The second one tore a sound out of me before I could stop it. “Fuck! Uncle! Just like that!” The word came out muffled and broken. My hips jerked. Wetness slicked my fingers. I kept rubbing, chasing the last of it, until my thighs trembled and I had to pull my hand away. My heart was still racing when the phone buzzed. I flipped it over. Step~uncle: Meet me in the backyard. No greeting. No soft words. Just the order. I stared at the screen