All Chapters of ALL YOURS, DADDY: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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51. No Panties For Stepdaddy

Lila’s POV;I spent the whole day pretending everything was normal. I woke up early—too early—skin still tingling from last night, ass tender when I rolled over onto my back. The sting had faded to a dull warmth overnight, but every time I shifted in bed I felt it: the memory of Connor’s palm cracking down, the way my thighs had trembled, the humiliating drip between my legs when he finally stopped. I showered longer than usual—hot water pounding my shoulders, steam filling the bathroom—trying to wash away the shame. It didn’t work. My clit stayed swollen, sensitive, brushing against the towel when I dried off. I dressed in cutoff denim shorts and a loose tank top, no bra because the fabric felt too good against my nipples. Downstairs Mom was already in the kitchen, humming while she sliced strawberries for breakfast. She smiled when I walked in—bright, oblivious. “Sleep okay, sweetie?” I nodded—forced a smile—grabbed a bowl of yogurt and sat at the island. Connor came in a mi

52. Stepdaddy Spanked Me

My fingers trembled when I gripped the hem. I pulled it up—slow—bunching the fabric at my waist. Exposed—bare cunt glistening in the lamplight, lips puffy, clit peeking out.He looked—long, deliberate—then nodded once. “Good girl. Turn around.”I turned—back to him—ass presented.He stood—chair scraping back—walked around the desk. His hand rested on my lower back—warm, steady—then slid down to cup one cheek. He squeezed—gentle at first—then harder—testing the tenderness from last night.“Still sore?” he asked.“A little,” I whispered.He hummed—pleased. Reached across the desk—picked up the wooden ruler from his pen holder. Twelve inches. Smooth. Heavy.“Bend over.”I leaned forward—elbows on the desk, ass up, dress still bunched at my waist. The wood was cool against my forearms.He rubbed the ruler over my skin first—flat, slow circles—warming the wood against my flesh. Then the first swat landed—crack—sharp, stinging across both cheeks.I gasped—jerked forwar

53. Stepdaddy Bent Me Over His Desk

Lila’s POVI was a wreck all day. I woke up with my clit still swollen from the way he’d edged me the night before—every time I shifted in bed the sheet dragged across it and sent a fresh jolt through me. My ass carried the memory of the ruler too—faint red lines that stung when I sat down for breakfast. I kept my thighs pressed together under the table while Mom talked about her garden club plans. Connor sat across from me, drinking coffee, eyes on his phone like nothing had happened. But when he looked up—once, just once—our gazes locked and I felt the heat crawl up my neck and settle low in my belly. I spent the morning folding laundry in the living room—trying to keep my hands busy so I wouldn’t slide them between my legs. Every time I bent over the basket the sundress rode up and cool air brushed my bare cunt. No panties. I’d followed the rule. Mom left for her book club around noon. The house went quiet. Connor disappeared into the garage—said he had to fix something on

54. Step Daddy Wanna Share Me With His Friend

My tits pressed to the wood—nipples hard against the surface. He flipped the dress up—spread my cheeks with both hands—leaned down—tongue on my cunt from behind.Slow laps—broad, flat—tasting the slickness he’d made. Then pointed—flicking my clit—circling—sucking gently. I gripped the edge of the desk—knuckles white—pushed back against his face. He groaned—vibration rolling through me—pushed two fingers back inside—curled—stroked—tongue never stopping.I was shaking—moaning into my arm—trying to stay quiet. Mom was gone, but the house felt too big, too echoey—every sound amplified. He added a third finger—stretched me wider—kept the rhythm steady—tongue flicking faster. Pleasure coiled again—tighter—higher—my thighs trembled—breath hitching.“Please,” I gasped—voice muffled against my arm. “Please let me cum.”He pulled away—mouth and fingers gone—left me dripping, throbbing, empty.“Not yet,” he said—voice rough. He stood—unbuckled his belt—slid his slacks down—cock s

55. Blowjob For Step daddy's Friend

Lila’s POVI was addicted now. Every night Mom was away I slipped into Connor’s bedroom after the house went quiet. He’d be waiting—door cracked, lamp low—and I’d crawl into their marital bed like it belonged to me. He fucked me raw on Mom’s side of the sheets, deep and slow, whispering things that made my stomach twist and my cunt clench. I’d wake up the next morning with his cum still leaking out of me, warm and sticky between my thighs while I sat at breakfast smiling at Mom like nothing was wrong. I hated how much I craved it. I hated the way my body started anticipating him—the way my nipples tightened when I heard his footsteps in the hallway, the way my pussy got wet the second he looked at me across the dinner table. But I kept going back. Every single night.Tonight was different. Mom was gone for the whole weekend—some spa trip with her friends. Connor had told me at lunch that he was having a friend over for drinks. “Old army buddy,” he said, casual, like it

56. Step Daddy Wanna Breed Me In Mommy's Bed

Lila’s POV;I worked him slow—bobbing—spit running down my chin—then switched back to Connor—alternating between them while they kept talking like it was normal. My jaw started to ache—pleasant burn—spit dripping onto my tits, soaking the front of the sundress.Connor’s hand found my hair—guided me deeper onto Derek—held me there while I gagged softly. “Good girl,” he murmured above the table. Derek chuckled, “Look how eager she is.”They let me work them for long minutes—switching, stroking, sucking—until both cocks were slick and throbbing. Then Connor reached down—gripped my arm—pulled me out from under the table.“Up,” he said.They lifted me together—strong hands under my thighs—set me on my back on the dining table. The wood was cool against my skin. Connor flipped the sundress up to my waist—spread my legs wide. Derek stood between them—cock in hand—rubbed the head through my folds—coating himself in my wetness.Connor moved to my side—took my wrists—looped his ti

57. Step Daddy Breeds Me Tonight

Lila’s POV I knew I was lost. There was no more pretending I wanted to escape or win the game. I wanted to be his. Completely. The thought of going back to normal—sneaking touches in the hallway, quick fucks when Mom was out—didn’t feel like enough anymore. I wanted him to own me in the daylight too, even if we had to hide it. I wanted him to fill me up and leave me dripping for days. I wanted to carry the proof of what we were doing. Mom was coming home tomorrow. Tonight was the last night she’d be gone. Connor didn’t say much at dinner. He just looked at me across the table while we ate takeout—his eyes dark, steady, like he already knew what was going to happen. After we cleared the plates he took my hand and led me upstairs without a word. The hallway felt longer than usual. My bare feet were quiet on the carpet. The white sundress I&rsqu

58. Fucked By My Gym Instructor

Elena’s POV**I joined the gym because I wanted to feel stronger by the end of summer. The place was small but expensive-looking—black rubber floors, mirrored walls, rows of gleaming machines that smelled faintly of metal and disinfectant. I’d signed up online, paid the fee, showed up in leggings and a cropped tank, ready to sweat out whatever leftover freshman-year stress was still clinging to me. Marcus was behind the desk when I walked in. He was taller than he looked on the website photos—broad shoulders, arms thick from years of lifting, dark hair cropped short, a faint scar running along his left eyebrow. Forty-three, divorced, owner and head trainer. He smiled when I handed over my membership card—polite, professional—but his eyes dropped to my hips for half a second longer than necessary.“First time here?” he asked. “Yeah,” I said. “Trying to get in shape for fall semester.” He nodded, handed me a towel, pointed toward the free weights. “Start with the bench press

59. Sucking His Cock

**Elena’s POV**I was obsessed. All day I moved through the world like a ghost—went to the grocery store, folded laundry, answered texts from friends—but my mind was stuck on the squat rack, on Marcus’s mouth between my legs, on the way he’d pulled back right when I was about to break. My clit stayed swollen and sensitive, rubbing against the seam of my shorts every time I sat down or crossed my legs. I caught myself squeezing my thighs together at stoplights, biting my lip hard enough to leave marks. I hated how much I wanted to go back. I told myself I wouldn’t. I told myself I’d cancel the membership, find another gym, pretend last night never happened. But at 8:45 I was in my car, driving toward the gym anyway, wearing the same leggings and cropped tank from yesterday because I hadn’t been able to think straight enough to pick something else.The parking lot was empty when I pulled in. Marcus was waiting by the front door—black T-shirt stretched across his chest, gym s

60. Fuckin My Gym Instructor

Elena’s POVI arrived at the gym soaked before I even stepped inside. The drive over had been torture. Every bump in the road rubbed my clit against the seam of my shorts. Every red light made me press my thighs together harder, trying to ease the ache without giving in. I’d changed into fresh leggings and a sports bra at home, but the fabric was already clinging between my legs by the time I parked. My nipples were hard under the thin material, visible even through the hoodie I’d thrown on to hide them. I felt ridiculous, desperate, like my body had decided it belonged to Marcus now and wouldn’t listen to me anymore.The front door was unlocked. The main floor lights were off, only the emergency strips glowing along the baseboards. Marcus was waiting in the private training room, door open, arms crossed, wearing black gym shorts and a fitted gray tank that showed every ridge of muscle across his chest and shoulders. He didn’t speak when I walked in. He just looked at me, ey

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