บททั้งหมดของ All Yours, Daddy: Short Steamy Stories: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Maya’s house looked bigger up close. Two-story, clean lawn, the kind of place that smelled like money and fabric softener. She’d texted me twenty minutes ago: *Door’s unlocked, just come in. I’m upstairs on a call with my mom, be down soon.* I stepped inside for the first time, toeing off my sneakers in the entryway. The place was quiet, well, except for the faint sound of Maya’s voice drifting from upstairs—laughing, talking fast on the phone. I needed to pee. Desperately. I walked down the hallway, past the kitchen, looking for a bathroom. First door on the left, that seems promising. I turned the handle and pushed it open without knocking. Wrong door. Fvck wrong door. Maya’s dad was on the leather couch in what looked like a den or home office. Pants shoved down to mid-thigh. Thick cock in his fist. He was stroking hard and slow, head tipped back, jaw tight. The messy wet sound of his hand working over the head filled the room. A bead of precum stretched from the tip a

I showed up fifteen minutes early on Monday morning wearing the most professional outfit I owned that still made my body look good: a fitted blouse, pencil skirt that hugged my ass, and heels that clicked loudly on the marble lobby floor. My heart was already racing. Every time I shifted in the elevator I could still feel the ghost of Peter’s cock between my tits from Friday. The receptionist directed me to a small desk just outside his corner office. “Mr. Grant said you’re his new assistant. He wants to see you as soon as you settle in.” I barely had time to set my bag down before the intercom on the desk buzzed. “Cynthia. My office. Now.” I walked in and closed the door behind me. Peter sat behind the big desk in a charcoal suit, looking completely composed, like he hadn’t painted my chest with cum seventy-two hours ago. He didn’t smile. “Lock it.” I locked the door. The soft click made my stomach flip. He leaned back in his chair and looked me over slowly. “Come h

The bass was so loud it felt like it was inside my chest. I was already fucked. I’d come alone. Stupid idea. After the breakup I just wanted to stop thinking, so I kept taking shots until the edges of everything went soft and my short black dress stuck to my skin with sweat. It kept sliding up my thighs every time I moved and I didn’t fix it. Didn’t care. Two tall guys closed in on me on the dance floor. Trent on my left. Cody on my right. Both seniors. Both the type every girl on campus talked about and then pretended they didn’t want. They smelled like beer and cologne and heat. At first it was just dancing. Their bodies pressed in tight, hips rolling against me to the beat. Then Trent’s hand dropped to my waist and slid lower until his big palm was cupping my ass under the dress. “Damn, you’re tiny,” he said right against

The morning after the party I woke up in my own bed with no clear memory of how I got home. My throat was raw. My ass and pussy ached in a deep, constant throb that made sitting up hurt. Dried cum was still sticky on my inner thighs and between my tits. When I checked my phone there were new photos in a shared album I didn’t remember agreeing to—me on the bed, legs spread, holes leaking, face glazed. The messages from Trent and Cody were short and casual: “good girl last night” and “next time we go longer.” I deleted the album. Then I checked the trash and deleted it again. It didn’t help. The images stayed in my head every time I closed my eyes. Classes restarted on Monday. I moved through them like nothing had happened. I smiled at the right times, answered questions, sat through lectures with my legs pressed together because the residual soreness made every shift of my hips noticeable. At night I locked my door and touched myself while replaying the way they had used me, coming

My father invited his oldest friend over for a barbecue on Saturday. Blake. I hadn’t seen him in years. Not since I was still a kid and he used to come around with my dad after work. Now I was twenty-four, and the second he walked into the backyard I felt it. He was bigger than I remembered. Broader. The kind of man who looked like he still worked with his hands. Dark hair going a little gray at the temples, jaw tight, eyes that didn’t bounce around like most people’s. They landed on me and stayed there. I was wearing a thin white tank and cutoffs because it was hot as hell. The second his eyes dropped to my tits I felt my nipples tighten. He didn’t smile. Didn’t look away either. Just took his time looking, slow and open, like he had every right. My cunt pulsed once, hard. I had to turn away and pretend I was busy with the cooler. All afternoon it was like that. Every time I moved I felt him watching. When I bent over to grab more ice he was right there in my peripheral visio