All Chapters of ME TOO DADDY: COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Liam I was still throbbing inside her when the front door slammed downstairs. I froze mid-thrust, buried to the hilt in stepmom’s tight heat. My cock pulsed hard inside her. Every muscle in my body was locked. Her pussy clenched around me in pure panic. Footsteps. Heavy ones. Crossing the hallway downstairs. Her breath hitched. She shoved a hand over her own mouth. I stayed draped over her back, chest pressed to the silk still bunched around her waist, hips flush against her ass. I didn't pull out. I couldn't. The risk sat sharp like electricity in my blood. The footsteps moved toward the kitchen. A cupboard opened. Water ran. Then the sound of the television turning on. I waited. Counted heartbeats. Mom stayed perfectly still under me, body tight, pussy fluttering around my cock in little scared pulses. Neither of us spoke. The only sound in the bedroom was our quiet, strained breathing. After a long minute the television volume went up. Some sports commentary. The footsteps d

Sophia. I had been fantasizing about fucking by multiple men at once, but I hadn’t planned for this. “Hey! I’m Sophia Lee,” I said, turning my phone so the camera caught my face and the soft light from the lamp on my nightstand. I started the live stream. This wasn’t just any stream. It was the high-cam station where I fucked myself online for strangers who paid to watch. I had been doing this ever since my boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend. The number of views climbed fast. Comments scrolled. I kept my voice steady even though my heart was already racing. Today was another family occasion at the old house in London. The place we only visited during the Eve festivals. Everyone was downstairs or out on the grounds. I had locked my door. Or I thought I had. I was alone in my room, shirt already open, no bra, no pants, fingers sliding lower while the chat begged for more. My fingers moved in and out of me as fast as I could. Rolling my nipples. I could see some viewers

Mona. “You should have thought about that… before touching yourself on a public train.” I had been craving Professor Richard ever since I joined the university. Every time he walked into the lecture hall, that quiet authority in his voice, the way he looked at the board instead of the room, something low and restless always pulled at me. My pussy throbbed violently at the sight of him. I sat in the back row on purpose, since looking at him felt safer than looking at anyone else. As a plus-size girl. Almost ninety percent of them treated it like a personal insult. They muttered things when I walked past, laughed when the desks pinched my hips, and called me names loud enough for the whole corridor to hear. I never looked them in the eye. I couldn’t. My face would burn, my throat would close, and I’d just keep walking with my head down. So I took the only relief I had. Every day after class, I went home and fingered myself until my legs shook. Sometimes I did it in the library. Som

Isabella.I had never wanted it this way. I never planned it.I had never thought I would end up on a reality TV show, let alone one where the whole point was to push people to their limits.But here I was, sitting in the dimly lit lounge of OBSIDIAN EDGE OF DESIRE, a glass of chill whiskey cooling its way down my throat as I watched the other contestants flirt, scheme, and occasionally fuck in plain sight.The cameras existed everywhere…hanging from the ceiling, disguised as decorative elements, even curled up in the plush sofas. My fingers tapped restlessly against the mahogany table.Although, I didn’t come here for a prize, I didn’t come here for recognition. I came for the madness. For the rough, unadulterated raw emotion that Reality TV consumed. My pussy throbbed even by the thought alone.Producers told us we’d be in for a crazy ride… So far, they had lived up to their word.And the theme tonight?…was ‘trust falls.’It was really code for how far you wanted to go.The house wa

Abigail I was getting married in five days. Mom stood in the middle of the living room with her arms crossed, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. “Abi, my dear, stop this nonsense right now. The date is fixed. Everything is arranged.” I wiped my face with the back of my hand. But the tears kept coming anyway. I couldn't believe she was forcing me into marriage. At some point, I thought maybe she had known about me, my stepdad, and my stepbrother, and thought maybe that was the reason she was doing this to me. But she didn't, because she had been on a business trip when all this happened. “Mom, please. I’m still small for that. I don’t want to get married yet. Five days is too soon. Can’t we wait for a few years?” I was begging her not because I was scared to get married. The real reason sat like a stone in my chest. I couldn’t say it to anyone. How do I tell her that I was fucking her husband and her stepson, and that I couldn’t live without their cocks. Getting married meant