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"You're going to be a good boy for Daddy. And if you please me, I might even let you keep the cologne." The word "Daddy" sent a shock through Leo's system. It was humiliating, and yet, it sparked a dark, forbidden heat in his groin. He was trapped, and this powerful, older man was about to claim his payment. "Stand up," Damon commanded. Leo rose to his feet, his legs feeling like jelly. "Strip. Let Daddy see what he's working with."

his mouth. I moaned out as I felt him wrap his lips around me, he was pretty talented the way he started slow and got deeper over time. I put my hand on the back of his head and told him what a good boy he was as I hear him moan in excitement as he gets more passionate. We continue this for a bit before I tell him to get bent over and get ready to take it. He does as he’s told and gets his ass up presenting himself to me as I get behind him and mount him, my hands holding his waist as I rest my shaft on his hole and drag it. It feels good hearing him wimper in excitement as I pull back and start to press into him. He opens up as I slide deeper into his ass, his warmth surrounds my cock. It

CHAPTER 1: TIED OPEN FOR DADDY (WARNING: DEGRADATION, HARDCORE ROUGH SEX AND KINKS) LAURA “Please, Daddy… please, I can’t—oh God, I can’t take it anymore!” My scream ripped out of me, raw and desperate, as he cranked the speed on the plugs buried inside my pussy and my ass. “Turn them off, Daddy, please! I’m begging you—my pussy, my ass, they’re fucking me so hard I’m going to break!”

Jessie Lio: My mom's not coming. My father is dead, and my stepdad is a jerk. So, he won't be coming either. He crosses his arms over his chest with a petulant frown. Lucian Slater: Well, I'm not gonna let you stand here by yourself all afternoon. Lucian shakes his head and stands up. Lucian Slater: I'm Lucian, Gael's daddy, and he wouldn't want me to leave you out here either. He shrugs, but just then, the car door opens, and Gael hops out.

I sighed, as if embarrassed, and said lightly, "It's nothing, really. This guy over here keeps on telling Joyce to call him her daddy, and for me to bow to him as a son-in-law. Apparently, it's an inside joke between them." While I spoke casually, Terrence did not take it casually at all. "Call him daddy?" His cane hit the floor with a heavy thud, before he raised his hand and slapped Joyce across the face. Smack! Joyce's head was slapped to the side, and blood even seeped out of the corner of her mouth. "You disgrace! I'm not dead yet, so why are you fooling around with men like this? You're a disgrace to our entire family!"

Isabella managed to mutter in between her moans. “Yes, babygirl. Cum. Cum for daddy. Fill your daddy’s mouth with your sweet cum.” His muffled voice came and his movement became more ferocious and within seconds she came, filling his mouth wholly. He drank her each and every drop of cum and finally hovered her, aligning his dick on her hole. “Ready to be filled by daddy again, babygirl?” “Ye… Yes, daddy.” Isabella replied, breathing heavily.

Christopher taunted, groaning his satisfaction as he held her down and pumped short, harsh strokes into her pussy. "You're wrong. Just a dream. Wake up. Wake up, Jessica," Jessica shrieked, then broke off into a moan of forbidden surrender as daddy's dick hit her g spot. Even as denial spilled from her lips, hazy flashes of past fucks resurfaced: quick, filthy romps in the garage with grease on daddy's hands were the norm. The first time was slightly less crude. Daddy bent her over in the guest bedroom. She cried her eyes out over Robert while begging for daddy to pound her silly. Mom was at work that day as daddy's cock slammed into her from behind for the first time.

I just remain like an idiot, watching his cock go flaccid, feeling how the streaks of his sperm roll down my body. My mouth. My face. My hair. He slips his cock back in his pants and steps backward. He starts to leave when I stop him with the question “What did my papa do to you?” Once out, I don't stop talking. The slight movement has me drinking his spunk… curiosity indeed kills. This time, it's through a stranger’s filthy sperm. He turns, quite excited as if indulging me. “He stole from me. And your fat-ass groom thinks he’s smart enough.”

My daddy's stories replayed themselves in rapid succession, one after the other. But the one story that seemed to burn brightest was the one I had just been reading. My father's rendition of what he had observed when I unwittingly masturbated in front of him. I had to know how it ended. What happened when I had my orgasm? He must have seen the whole thing. How had he reacted? Jesus, my heart was racing like wild. As if I had just finished sprinting a mile. My belly was fluttering, too. And my pussy was on fire, dripping a generous amount of fluid into my panties. Good god. It burned inside me, the need to know.

“Please, Daddy. Fuck me. I need you so badly.” He thrust deep in one powerful stroke, filling me completely. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Daddy! Yes!” He set a relentless pace immediately, pounding into me with long, commanding strokes that made my breasts bounce and my body slide up the bed. Each thrust hit deep, stretching me perfectly and sending sparks of pleasure through my core. “Do not stop, Daddy! Please, do not stop!” I moaned loudly, my voice echoing off the walls.