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“Daddy… it feels so good… it's stretching me… nngh! I’m so wet for both of you… please use me!” “On the desk, legs wide open like the whore you are,” Daddy commanded. I obeyed instantly, lying back and spreading my thighs obscenely wide, exposing my tender, leaking pussy completely. Both men stood over me, cocks out and hard… Daddy’s familiar thick, veiny long and the dean’s… not very long but thick. Daddy went first. He slammed into my aching pussy with one brutal, possessive thrust, making me scream in raw pleasure. “Fuuuuck, Daddy! Yes… nngh! Fill me deeply! You’re so big!”

I remembered him calling me his "dirty little secret." The words made me hotter, and I rubbed my clit faster, chasing the feeling. I imagined him standing right there, watching me, telling me what to do. "Come for me, you dirty little slut," he would say. The thought was enough to push me over the edge. I came hard, my body shaking, a quiet moan escaping my lips. I whispered one word as the pleasure washed over me. "Daddy." After my shower, I felt better, but the worry about my dad was still there, a cold knot in my stomach. Dante had promised he would find out what happened, but I hadn’t heard anything yet.

And my whole body dissolves in the molten lava of my release. “Fuck, yes,” Daddy growls, and lets himself finally take his own pleasure. He pushes deep – as deep as he can go, splitting me in two – and then holds himself there. His large body strains, tenses… and he rides the undulating, pulsing waves, just lets them wash over him, crash over him, over and over, before slowly relaxing.

Aria. My daddy’s best friends fucked me and made me take their cocks as repayment for babysitting me. Calvin and Brad. But I call them Daddy now. Actually, my real daddy made me call them that… and I’m going to share my story with you. About how it all started. About how I can’t get enough of them now. About how my pussy clenches so hard and so violently that ever since they took turns fucking my 18-year-old virgin cunt, my life has never been the same.

“Gonna open you up. Slow.” One finger slid in. I sighed. Then two. He curled them, hit that spot. I cried out, hips bucking. “That’s it. Let Daddy hear you.” Three fingers—full, stretching. I rocked back, begging with small, needy sounds. He pulled out slowly, rolled on a condom, slicked himself thick. Lined up at my entrance. “Look at me.” I did—eyes locked on his. “Tell me you want it.” “I want you inside me, Daddy,” I said, voice shaking. “Fuck me. Please.”

We are getting somewhere. “You want daddy to fuck you like a whore? You want my fat cock deep inside you?” “Dane…” I moaned, nodding my head, heavy with desire. “You can still say my name. I'm offended.” “What–” “By the time I'm done with you, you won't know how to fucking read or speak. You will beg me to let you go, and I won't.”

“Not fucked. Just messed around. There’s a difference.” “Did you at least lock the door?” “Of course I locked the door. What do you think I am, an amateur?” Nash is laughing. “This is why you’re my favorite. No shame whatsoever.” “Shame is boring.” Xavier turns to me. “Arrett. Truth or dare.” “Truth.” “Boring. Fine. What’s the wildest thing you’ve done sexually?” I think about lying but there’s no point. “Had sex in my dad’s office during a company party. Girl from Westbridge. We snuck up there during cocktail hour.”

Then he thrust in—deep, relentless, stretching her open in one powerful stroke. Ava cried out at the overwhelming fullness, nails digging into his shoulders. “Fuck—Daddy, you’re so big—” He groaned, burying his face in her neck as he held still, letting her adjust. “So fucking tight. Perfect little pussy made for Daddy’s cock.” He began to move—long, deep strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside her. The storm raged outside, thunder crashing in time with the slap of their bodies.

I was squirming under him, begging with my body, my legs wide open. He kept teasing me like that — fingers pumping, mouth on my tits, sometimes kissing my neck, sometimes just watching my face while he fingered me. My pussy was dripping all over his hand. I felt like I was going crazy. Finally, when I couldn't take it anymore, he pulled his fingers out. He positioned himself between my legs and looked at me. "I'm sorry, but I want to..." "Yes, Daddy. Fuck me." With one slow, deep thrust, he pushed into my pussy.