All Chapters of THE DADDY'S BRAT: STEAMY COLLECTION OF TABOO STORIES : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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 porn 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 th

I woke up the next morning with Brian’s cum still crusted on my inner thighs. My pussy throbbed every time I moved, that deep fucked-out ache that made me bite my lip just remembering how angry he’d been while pounding me. I lay there staring at the ceiling, heart doing stupid little flips. Last night he’d tried to put me back in my place… but I still had the raw footage. Him moaning “Mistress,” ass up, cock leaking while I destroyed him on camera. That shit is my golden ticket.Downstairs Mom was humming, making breakfast. Brian's dad had already bounced for work. Brian was at the table, hunched over his phone, like he was busy with porn. He didn’t even glance up when I came down in just an oversized t-shirt that barely covered my bare ass.Mom left for errands after a while and the house went dead quiet. I went back upstairs, cropped the juiciest thirty seconds — him on all fours, face buried in the pillow, broken moans while I railed him — and sent it to Brian with no tex

I shivered hard as he said this. "I love it when you call me a bitch...daddy." My nipples tightened into aching peaks under the thin fabric of my dress, as my heavy tits heaved with every shallow breath I took, begging for his attention. Fred’s sharp green eyes were locked on my deep cleavage like a starving man staring at a feast. He finally gave in, cupping one of my massive breasts in his big, warm palm. "Let's do this...bitch." then he lifted squeezed them and his thumb brushed back and forth over my rock-hard nipple through the dress. The friction sent sparks straight to my core, I let out a moan. "Daddyyyy" “These are fucking perfect,” he murmured again voice rough with lust. “You're too young for this, girl." A needy whimper escaped my throat. "Please...Daddy." He hooked his fingers into the neckline of my tight black bodycon dress and yanked it down roughly. My breasts spilled out completely, bouncing heavily with the sudden freedom. Fred didn’t waste a second

His thick cock stretched me so wide as he pushed in slowly, inch by inch. I gasped loud, my back arching off the bed. He was so big — much thicker and longer than my maths teacher. My tight pussy gripped every vein of his shaft as he sank deeper and deeper until his heavy balls pressed against me. It felt like he was splitting me open in the best way possible."Fuckkk... Daddy," I moaned loudly, my voice shaking. "You're so deep already..."Uncle Kilton groaned deep in his throat, eyes squeezed shut like he was fighting not to cum immediately. "So fucking tight, baby girl... i love thisss" he whispered hoarsely. He stayed buried inside me for a long moment, letting me feel every inch of him.Then he started moving — slow, deep, powerful thrusts. Pulling almost all the way out until just the head was inside, then sliding back in until he bottomed out completely.Every stroke made wet, filthy sounds because I was soaking. My legs wrapped tighter around his waist, pulling him even deeper

I grew up as a sex slave in the yard of Don Clinton, the ruthless Italian Mafia boss. Sold to him at eighteen, I was now twenty-four — broken in, addicted, and utterly used to the brutal rhythm of his fat cock. Life had narrowed to one simple truth: I was nothing but a cum dump. After lunch, I waited in my room like always, my body already humming with need. I ran my fingers through my short, raven-black hair, then down over my full breasts, rolling my nipples until they ached. Lower still, I slipped two fingers between my thighs and found my cunt soaking, my clit throbbing desperately. I brought the slick digits to my mouth and licked them clean, a soft whimper escaping me. I couldn’t go a single day without it anymore. The dildos, the plugs, the relentless fucking — Don Clinton had turned me into his perfect little whore. I rose and stood before the full-length mirror, admiring the body he owned. Tan skin. Striking blue eyes. A graceful neck and soft, rounded shoulders that