All Chapters of THE DADDY'S BRAT: STEAMY COLLECTION OF TABOO STORIES : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The tallest one, a athletic brunette with sharp green eyes and a wicked grin, stepped forward first. Her name was Lena. She grabbed my chin roughly, forcing me to look up at her. “Look at this pathetic mess,” Lena laughed. “Still dripping. Get on all fours, slut. Ass up.” I looked at Sophia fearsomely. "I can't..." "Did you wan to go back to Daddy?" Thinking about that made me yield. I need Sophia to get out of here anyways. I obeyed instantly, muscle memory from years with Don Clinton kicking in. The position pushed my sore ass higher, exposing everything. The girls murmured their approval. Another short, curvy girl with dyed pink hair and tattoos covering her arms crouched in front of me. “I’m Riley,” she said, unzipping her shorts. “And you’re going to eat my pussy while they play with you.” A tear dropped from my eyes. But nobody cares. Riley grabbed my head and shoved my face between her thighs. I started licking desperately, tongue sliding through her folds,

The sky stretches wide in deep oranges and reds as I walk across the yard toward the old oak tree, and my stomach performs those familiar little flips that always come whenever John calls me over like this. We have been best friends since we were small children, neighbors who played together every day and shared every secret. But lately something between us feels heavier and more electric, and I do not quite know what to do with the way my heart races whenever he looks at me. I have carried a quiet crush on him for years, loving him in silence while he seemed to see me only as the girl next door, and tonight the air feels thick with everything we have never said.I climb the ladder to the treehouse, feeling the cool evening breeze brush against my thighs as my dress rides up slightly, and when I reach the top John is right there waiting, reaching down to help me inside. His eyes seem darker than usual, and something in his gaze makes warmth bloom low in my belly. We sit close tog

I creep closer to the edge of the treehouse and peer down through the exit, my heart pounding wildly in my chest as I watch Christine making her way up the ladder. She a pair of jeans that hug her curves so well and her baby blue tank top made me felt less of myself. But none of that matters in this moment because pure panic surges through me. John tries desperately to stop her, his voice shaky and nervous as he calls down, “Sorry honey, but you can’t come up here right now! Please just get back down and I’ll be down in a moment. The treehouse is really messy and with two people here we might slip or fall or something.” Christine is not convinced. She replies sweetly but firmly, “John it’s okay, we’ll clean it up together and then we can have dinner as a picnic in the park. It’ll be nice and romantic, just like the old days." John grows more anxious and repeats himself, begging her not to come up, but she continues climbing anyway, faster now. “John, is that perfume I smell?” sh

It was complicated. I was married… and so was he — to my best friend.Chuck had always been handsy with me whenever we all hung out. His wife, Julia, had been my closest friend for years, but my husband Halsey never really trusted her. She loved dragging me out to bars, chasing drinks and loud music.I liked a drink or two, but I knew what happened when I got loose. I’d already slipped up twice and fucked two strangers while drunk. So I’d been trying to stay careful.Halsey had been working nonstop lately, traveling even more than usual. That left me home alone more often. A few nights I gave in and went out with Julia. Chuck always tagged along, and every time she stepped away to the bathroom or turned her head, his hands found me, brushing my ass, squeezing my thigh under the table, whispering filthy things in my ear.When he found out Halsey was out of town again, he didn’t waste the opportunity.One evening Julia picked me up for some shopping. On the way back she pulled into our

Julia eases her thick, heavy body down onto my stiff cock, her wet pussy stretching around my length as she begins to ride me with slow, deliberate movements I dig my fingers into the plush softness of her thighs, feeling them jiggle with every rise and fall while her massive tits bounce heavily right in front of my face. My expression twists into a grimace even as those fat, rock-hard nipples sway temptingly close. Each time she lifts up, her cunt muscles clamp down hard like a greedy fist, sucking and milking my shaft as if she is determined to pull every last drop of cum straight from my balls and keep it all for herself. "Fuck, I love your cock" Julia moans softly, her voice thick with lust as she grinds her hips in a circle. From the side of the bed, my wife Harper watches us intently, her mouth locked with Dennis in a long, sloppy kiss full of wet sounds and hungry tongues. She breaks away for a moment, her lips glistening, and murmurs something low to him that makes