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Thirty Six, a daddy dom with firm control over good things, Neighbor to her father—friendly nods, nothing more. Her eighteenth birthday: first time I laid eyes on her. Camera in hand, snapping party shots, She wore a tight deep-neck top, cleavage teasing, Paired with simple shorts—innocent enough for the crowd. But her gaze locked on mine, sub by nature, Flirty smiles and poses that screamed unspoken need. Next day, she came over to see the photos, In jeans and a casual tee, brushing close on the couch, Fingers lingering, flirting bold—testing my resolve. Then parents left town, the house next door silent. Doorbell rang: there she stood, transformed— Tiny mini skirt barely covering her thighs, Thong peeking with every shift, Tight deep-neck top plunging low, breasts straining. |
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"Hey Hey Heyyy," she whispered, stepping inside, voice trembling, "Parents are out of town, i am home alone, So i wanted some company" She said She had this pleading puppy eyes. "What?" I asked "You know this, you know me and you know what i need" Please fuck me. Use me. Breed your little girl." I stepped back, denial sharp: "No, baby—this is wrong. I'm twice your age, Your father trusts me. We're neighbors; this could ruin everything." "Daddy, I am Ovulating. Horny AF" she whispered She bit her lip, eyes pleading, sub instincts on fire: "But I'm eighteen now, legal and aching for you. I've wanted this since I saw you at the party. Be my first, Daddy—I've saved my virginity just for someone like you." |
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I gripped the doorframe, reasoning through the storm: "It's forbidden, little one. One step inside my world And there's no going back—secrets, lies, the risk of getting caught. Your dad could hate me forever; this affair would burn us both." She pressed against me, hands sliding up my chest: "I don't care, Daddy. I need your control, your cock deep inside. Deny everyone else— just take me, breed me, own me." My resolve shattered. I pulled her in, door slamming shut. "Good girl," I growled, "but from now on, you obey Daddy completely." |
I claimed her virginity on the living-room rug,
Mini skirt flipped up, thong torn aside.
She was dripping, impossibly tight, gasping as I stretched her slow—
"Daddy, it hurts so good—harder, please!"
I thrust deep, relentless, breeding her exactly as she begged,
Her submissive cries echoing:
"Fill me, Daddy—make me yours!"
Every day after, she showed up in those tiny skirts,
Thong flashing, top barely containing her
We fucked everywhere:
shower, kitchen, my bed.
Mornings bent over the counter,
afternoons riding me raw,
Nights with her tied and begging for another load.
When her parents returned,
the mini skirts stayed hidden,
But the texts kept coming:
Need you, Daddy. Door's unlocked.
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The count of late night fucks while her parents were asleep downstairs UN-FUCKING-COUNTABLE Our forbidden affair burns hotter than ever— My perfect little sub, forever marked as mine.  |
