THE DADDY'S BRAT: STEAMY COLLECTION OF TABOO STORIES

I was on my knees scrubbing the studio floor with soaked rag that morning.

My short cleaning skirt kept bunching up around my waist, but I didn’t bother pulling it down. Because what's the point?

This is how desperate I am to make money and get the fuck out of that house — away from Brian — my bully stepbrother.

I’d looked Mom in the eyes and lied again about having a normal office job. She had smiled, hugged me, and told me how proud she was but, deep down inside of me I know she would almost disown me when she finds out.

I wasn't only cleaning here — I shoot masked p**n scenes and sex scene body doubles: anything to make me cool cash.

“The male lead is here..." the director shouted across the room. “Ten minutes, guys. Nancy you too, let’s make this quick.”

I stood up, brushing dust off my knees. The original actress for this scene fell sick yesterday and the shoot must happen today at all costs.

This would be my first attempt in dominant female master but I love it. I liked the control especially against men who look down on women.

“This the right studio?” a strange new voice boomed.

My heart slammed against my ribs. That voice was familiar. I turned around slowly.

Brian was standing by the entrance in that stupid black hoodie, hands shoved in his pockets, and a headphone on.

The second his eyes landed on me, his face twisted with shock, and then pure disgust.

“What the actual fuck.." he staggered back. "Director, who is she?"

"That's your co actor. She'll play the mistress role." The director faced me. "He's new in the industry, Nancy. You two will make a great pair."

"No. Hell fucking no. I’m not doing this shit with her." Brian barked and attempt to walk away.

The director held him. “Brian, you already took the deposit. What’s the problem?”

Brian pointed straight at me. “She’s the fucking problem. I’m not letting that plain-ass girl dominate me on bed. Find someone else.”

The words hit like a slap.

Same adjective he loved to qualify me with — Plain.

He’d called me that before when his friends came home. Said I was too plain for his taste, too boring, not hot enough to even look at.

The same guy who’d spent years making my life miserable at home now stood there acting like doing a scene with me was beneath him.

I crossed my arms, staring him down even though my cheeks burned. “Too plain for you, huh? That’s funny coming from someone who needs to do p**n for money too. What happened, Brian? Daddy cut you off?”

The director sighed. “Look, man, you signed the contract. You walk now, you pay back the full deposit plus the cancellation f*e. That’s over a thousand dollars. You really wanna eat that loss?”

Brian’s jaw clenched so hard I thought it might crack.

He glared at me with pure hate as if it was my fault that my mother married his father and his own mother was pushed out.

“Fuck,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “This is bullshit.” He shot me one last dirty look. “Fine. But don’t think I’m gonna make this easy for you, plain Jane."

I smirked even though my stomach was twisting with nervousness. “We’ll see about that.”

I stripped right there — top off, skirt down, completely naked.

The assistants applied makeup and oil on my skin. My nipples hardened from the cool air and the adrenaline.

Brian yanked his hoodie off angrily, then shoved his sweatpants down. His cock sprang out — thick, heavy, veiny, already half-hard despite how much he hated me.

I stared for a second.

Shit. Why did God build a nasty bully like him like this? Almost eight inch cock!

My pussy clenched involuntarily and I hated myself for it. This was the guy who called me plain and made me cry more times than I could count.

And now my body was betraying me.

We climbed onto the bed, Brian looking like he was facing death sentence.

“Action,” the director called.

I shoved Brian onto his back hard. He landed with a grunt.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” he growled, trying to sit back up.

I swung my leg over and straddled his face before he could push me away, lowering my already wet pussy right onto his mouth. “Lick it. And you’re calling me Mistress today, whether you like it or not.”

“Get the fuck off—” he tried to say, hands pushing at my thighs.

I grabbed a fistful of his hair and ground down harder, smothering his protests. “Lick properly or did you have money to pay if you leave?"

His tongue finally came out, rough and reluctant. I don't want to know why he was doing this because his father was well off, but catching him in a corner like this made me feel high and mighty.

I rocked my hips slowly, riding his face as I moan.

The cameras caught everything — his angry tongue sliding over my clit, my tits bouncing lightly as I moved.

“Mmm… that’s it,” I moaned, voice breathy. “Lick my pussy like you mean it, Brian.”

I reached back and wrapped my fingers around his cock. It was fully hard now, throbbing hot and thick in my palm. I stroked him slow and teasing, rubbing my thumb over the leaking head while I kept grinding on his tongue.

He hated every second. I could feel it in how tense his body was underneath me.

But his dick didn’t lie.

I lifted up just enough for him to breathe.

“Say it,” I ordered.

“Fuck you,” he gasped.

I slapped his cheek lightly and sat back down, smothering him again. “Say it.”

“...Mistress,” he muttered angrily against my wet lips.

“Louder. Look straight at the camera.”

“Mistress,” he forced out, voice full of resentment, face flushed red with humiliation.

I slid down his body and positioned myself over his cock. The I sank down slowly, taking every thick inch.

Fuck.

He stretched me so wide I gasped sharply, gripping his chest.

For a moment the pleasure made my head spin.

I hated how good he felt.

I started riding him hard, bouncing deep and steady. “You’ve called me plain for years,” I panted, nails digging into his skin. “Bullied me, made me feel like shit. Now your cock is buried inside the girl you claim is too boring for you.”

I pinched his nipples hard. He hissed and bucked up into me involuntarily.

“Tell the camera who owns this dick now.”

“...Mistress owns it,” he growled through gritted teeth, eyes burning with hate.

I climbed off him suddenly, his cock slapping wet and angry against his stomach.

As per the arrangement, I buckled on a strap-on, grabbed a small whip, and flipped him onto all fours.

“Ass up.”

He resisted, muscles tense. “This is fucking ridiculous. I’m not letting you—”

I whipped his ass hard. "Ass up!"

"Fuck! Nancy are you mad?"

The director boomed. "Good. That's the tension I love the chemistry."

My heart lit up. What a nice way to take revenge on a disgusting bully.

“A S S U P!” I commanded this time forcing him up. He was too strong but obeyed grudgingly.

I lubed the thick dildo and pressed it against his tight hole, pushing in slowly at first.

Brian groaned loud, then let out a sharp, broken yell when I thrust deeper.

“Fuck! Slow the fuck down— ahh shit!” he shouted, voice strained as his body shook.

I grabbed his hair and started pounding him properly, hips snapping forward. “Take it, you bully piece of shit.

Scream louder for the camera. Let everyone hear how the big bad stepbrother sounds when he gets fucked.”

“Shit… fuck… Mistress— ahhh!” he yelled as I hit that spot inside him. His voice cracked between pain and something else. His cock was leaking all over the sheets as I reached around and stroked him fast.

“You’re dripping for me,” I panted, getting wetter from his sounds. “Big tough guy screaming while I fuck his ass. Pathetic.”

I edged him for what felt like forever — riding his cock again, whipping his ass lightly, then pounding him with the strap-on until he was shaking and begging in broken curses.

Sweat poured down both our bodies. His usual cocky attitude was completely falling apart with every moan and shout.

Finally I pushed him onto his back and sank down on his throbbing cock, riding him fast and deep.

My orgasm crashed over me hard.

I cried out loud, pussy clenching tight around him as I came all over his dick.

“Don’t you fucking cum,” I warned, lifting off him right as he was on the edge. His cock twitched desperately in the air, denied again and again.

I leaned over him, stroking his swollen cock slowly while looking him dead in the eyes.

“This doesn’t end when the cameras stop, Brian,” I whispered, voice low and sweet. “You’re coming home with me tonight. And if you don’t want me showing your dad and everyone exactly how you screamed for Mistress and begged like a desperate slut on camera… you’re gonna be my personal fucktoy from now on. Whenever I want. Starting the second we walk through that door.”

Brian’s eyes flashed with pure rage. “You stupid slut,” he snarled.

I giggled. "I love that adjective. Better than plain jane."

“You think you can blackmail me? I’ll tell Dad and your home wreaker mother how you spread your legs for money.”

I squeezed his cock harder, stroking him torturously slow. “Keep talking, Brian. You’re only making me wetter.”

“Fuck you,” he spat. “You’re a disgusting slut. This little power trip won’t last.”

“Final position!" The director's voice came after Brian's. "Nancy, put him on his back, legs up high. We want a clear view of everything — deep penetration, choking, face slapping if you want. Make it intense! Brian, keep that aggressive and reluctant energy going, it’s sel—”

Before he could finish, I reached out and slapped Brian hard across the face, the sharp sound cracking through the studio.

His head snapped to the side. "What did you just do, bitch!?"

I smirked down at him, heart racing.

“Teaching my male whore a lesson.”