All Chapters of All Yours, Daddy: Short Steamy Stories: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I woke up in a thick haze of pain, exhaustion, and the kind of deep, filthy arousal that still managed to pulse under everything else. My body felt completely destroyed. My pussy was swollen, puffy, and throbbing with a deep, constant ache that radiated up into my lower belly. My asshole burned like it had been torn open—a relentless, stinging reminder of how brutally Jake had used it through the night. My throat was raw and shredded from hours of being face-fucked. Dried cum was caked across my face, tangled in my hair, streaked over my tits, stomach, and thighs. The sheets beneath us were filthy beyond saving—soaked through with sweat, squirt, piss, and load after load of my stepbrother’s thick semen. Jake’s muscular arm was locked tightly around my waist, holding me flush against his body. His thick, heavy cock was already hard again, nestled possessively between my sore, marked ass cheeks like it had every right to be there. He was awake. His fingers slid down between my l

A week later the seminar room smelled like floor polish and old paper. Elena walked in five minutes early, notebook under one arm, the same thin blouse and short skirt she’d worn last time. No bra. No panties. She set the notebook on the table and waited. Harlan locked the door the second the last of them was inside. Crow was already rolling up his sleeves. Vance leaned against the whiteboard, eyes on her legs. Reyes shut the blinds. “Paper,” Harlan said. She handed it over. He flipped through the pages without reading a word, then dropped it on the floor. “Clothes off. All of them.” Elena stripped. Blouse first, then the skirt. She stood naked in the middle of the room while the four of them looked her over like they were grading her. Crow walked a slow circle around her, stopped behind, and slapped her ass hard enough to leave a print. She didn’t flinch. Harlan pointed at the table. “Face down. Ass up. Hands behind your back.” She climbed on, pressed her cheek to the

Elena wore the plug through the night like they told her. She woke up sore, the base still seated tight between her cheeks, a dull ache that made her shift under the sheets. She left it in while she showered, while she got dressed, while she sat through her morning classes. By the time the afternoon seminar rolled around she was already wet again just from the constant pressure. Harlan dismissed the class early. The other students filed out. Elena stayed in her seat. Vance closed the door. Crow and Reyes came in a minute later. No rope this time. Just the four of them and the same long table. Harlan looked at her. “Stand up. Everything off. Plug stays in until I say.” She stripped in the middle of the room. Blouse, skirt, nothing underneath. She turned and bent so they could see the black base still locked in her ass. Crow stepped forward, hooked two fingers under it, and tugged just enough to make her breath catch. He didn’t pull it out. He let it settle again and slapped her

The club was a shitty little place on the edge of downtown, sticky floors and cheap liquor that burned going down. Maya sat at the bar nursing her third whiskey, legs crossed under a short black skirt that rode up every time she shifted. She wasn’t hunting for company. Not really. Just needed the noise, the bodies, something to drown out the usual quiet in her head. Then the woman walked in. Tall. Dark hair falling past her shoulders like it had a mind of its own. Red dress that clung to every curve—full tits, narrow waist, hips that moved like she was already fucking someone in her head. Eyes black as pitch until the light hit them and they flashed something deeper, something wrong. People noticed her. Of course they did. But most looked away after a second, like their brains refused to hold the image. Maya didn’t look away. The woman slid onto the stool next to her without asking. Ordered a drink she didn’t touch. Close enough that Maya caught the scent—something sweet and

The floor was nearly empty. Only the soft glow of a few monitor screens and the distant thrum of the building’s ventilation system broke the quiet. Claire sat hunched over her laptop, the time in the corner of the screen reading 10:12 p.m. Tomorrow’s quarterly review still needed work. The data was clean, the projections solid, but the narrative felt stiff. She could already hear Victor’s dry, cutting questions if it wasn’t sharp enough.ggb She’d been at Meridian Analytics for just under a year. Long enough to understand the unspoken hierarchy. Short enough that every late night still felt like a test she couldn’t afford to fail. Student debt didn’t care about her hours. Neither did the rent. Footsteps approached from the corridor. Claire straightened as Victor Kane walked into the open workspace, suit jacket hooked over one finger, collar open, sleeves rolled to the elbows. The low light caught the lines of his forearms. She looked away before he could notice. “You’re still