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I knew he'd get in trouble if I said anything, I didn't think he would take me seriously when I told him I had a thing for doctors. That I thought he was hot and his girlfriend was lucky to get to sleep with him. Sometimes I'm a little too bold for my own good.

"She hasn't been taking care of me," he said and pulled his scrubs down. "I'm so horny lately I can't even think."

Month after month I've come to him telling him about all my sexual activity. All the random cock I've sucked in bars, cars, and married guys homes. He knew more about my sex life than anyone, he had to, he helped keep me safe.

"Are you sure?" I said and got off the chair and ran my hands up his thighs as I knelt in front of him.

"No, I'm not..." He said, he was breathing fast.

"It's between us," I assured him. "You need this, and that's okay."

"I do," he said with a sigh.

I grabbed his waistband and he lifted up so I could pull his underwear down. His balls hung between his legs and his dick was already getting hard. He had a nice one, thicker than most I had seen.

I picked up his cock and aimed it for my mouth and closed around it. He started breathing heavily as I started sucking on him. His dick was nearly instantly hard as I serviced him. The man needed this, and I was happy to help. He never judged me for all the stories I told him. Looking back it may have helped open his eyes on how easy sex should be.

I felt his hand on the back of my head, he pushed me down as he raised his hips up. He slowly fucked me in the mouth. He seemed desperate for this and he had me, the perfect patient, to do this.

"Bend over," he said getting up and grabbing the lube from the drawer.

I leaned over the examination table and he was behind me in a flash, I felt his hand smearing lube all over my hole and his cock was pressing at it just as quickly. The paper crinkled as I braced myself for what was next. He pushed forward and my ass opened and began to take him.

"Oh fuck," he sighed and laid on top of me, his face right next to mine, his warm breath on my cheek.

He inserted his cock in a smooth steady pace until I felt his stomach and legs pressing against me. I was stretched around his fat cock and he didn't seem to regret anything of what he was doing.

"I could lose everything," he began to say.

"I know, shh, you won't," I assured him. "You have needs, I'm just returning a favor."

"Oh god, I'm so fucking stupid," he got after himself, his cock was hard and he was beginning to move his hips back and forth.

"You're a man, just be a man," I turned back and told him.

"Fuck, I am," he agreed and gripped my hip and began to fuck himself down into me.

My legs slightly spread, I felt him begin pounding my willing hole. I knew I couldn't be loud and muffled my moans as he used me and my ass. He pushed his face against mine and pushed all the way in and held for a second before standing up and pulling me back into him as he thrust forward.

His body slapping against mine almost gave us away, I knew he was trying to be mindful but his lust was taking the most control over him. He held on to me tightly as my own hard dick pulsed as he assaulted my prostate.

"Ass is..." he paused and then continued, "better than pussy," he finished his sentence.

His hand pushed up my spine, lifting my shirt and he fucked me hard from behind. He grabbed my shoulder and pulled me down into him with every thrust into me.

"Your cock feels amazing," I complimented him, I wasn't lying, it was. "She's stupid, I'd let you mount me every second you needed."

"Shh, I don't want to hear that," he said, it threw me off. "I can't hear that."

His hands held me as he let go, really giving me everything he had, everything he needed to. I didn't mean to make him second guess what he was doing, I doubted myself.

"I can cum inside? Like the others do?" He asked as he didn't slow.

"Of course," I replied.

"Tell me," he demanded.

"Cum in me Doctor Cal..."

"Alex, call me Alex," he stopped me.

"Cum in me Alex, I want your cum," I told him.

"God, fuck yes," he said, his body slamming into mine. "You want it, huh?"

"I need it," I told him.

He moaned far louder than I was comfortable doing myself and slammed his body into me and held. He began to kiss my neck as he unloaded into my ass. He had given into every bit of his lust and desire. His primal needs were being met as he deposited his cum inside of me.

"So fucking good, so fucking good," he said over and over as he almost collapsed on me, his cock firmly inside my hole.

He laid his head on my shoulder and took deep breaths, he was completely hard still. He rested and took a moment before pulling out and pulling his underwear and scrubs back up. I laid there for a moment, my used ass in the cold office air. I finally grabbed my pants and pulled them up and sat back down, his cum deep inside of me.

"Thank you," he said rubbing his forehead. "I, uh," he stubbled over his words.

"You needed that. You're welcome," I replied.

He chuckled nervously, "I did," he agreed. "You okay?" He asked, not sure if he was concerned for my feelings or the fucking he had given me.

"Very," I smiled at him.

"I'll put you down for next week?" He asked as he started clicking through the computer next to him.

I was confused, normally I came every three months. "Next week?" I asked.

He smirked, "yeah, next week."

"Oh... yes, next week," I understood what he was saying.

I stood up and he did too. I leaned in and went for it, he had just been inside of me for the last ten minutes, he owed me this. I kissed him and he didn't resist, he put his hand on the back of my head and kissed me back.

"Until next week," he said with a shy smile as we separated.

"See you then," I replied as he opened the door.

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"Okay bud, get the condom out and roll it a little bit with your fingers so you know which side goes on first," Dad said as he held his hard dick straight up.

I did what he said and opened it from the corner and felt the lightly lubed latex on my fingers. I dropped the empty packet on the floor, I was a bit nervous and excited about this whole experience.

Not wanting to assume anything I extended my arm, trying to hand it to Dad so he could show me how to roll it on.

"It's okay, you could do it," he said casually, as if I wasn't going to have to touch his cock to do it. "Place it on the tip and then use your fingers to push and roll it down on me."

"Okay," I replied softly, not wanting to sound too eager that I was going to touch him.

I scooted my chair so that I was sitting with one of my legs between his. Reaching over I put the condom on the tip of his dick, he throbbed and moved a bit as I touched him.

He was so big, I had seen it soft plenty of times but never like this. He kept his cock straight up as I used my fingers to move the condom down over him. He looked up at me a couple times and then right back down at himself. I put my cupped hand over the tip of his dick and push down, feeling my father's cock in my grip.

"Perfect, keep rolling it down like that with your hand," he coached me.

I felt him pulse in my hand, I was making him feel good by my touch, and there was no way around it.

"How far down?" I asked as it was 75% down his length.

"To the base, keep using your grip, stroke it downward... Yeah, just like that," he said with a strange tone in his voice. "Remember when you are putting it on you have to stay hard, otherwise it won't go on."

"Oh, I'm always hard," I joked.

Dad laughed, "I guess it's a given, you wouldn't need one if you weren't," he replied.

I had got it down to the base but I kept 'trying' to get it on farther. I kept stroking his dick through the condom and feeling his thick meat in my hand.

Okay, pull it off and do another, Dad instructed me.

I grabbed the base of his cock with my bare hand and pulled off the condom with my other, holding on to him without anything between us this time. He didn't stop me as I held on and reached over to grab a new one.

"Here I can open it for you," he said, stopping me from using my teeth.

As he began opened the condom as I held his dick for him, it was so surreal, casual, no big deal. He made me feel comfortable and I decided to start stroking him.

"I'm keeping you hard," I said, giving myself an excuse.

"Oh okay," he chuckled and dropped the package on the floor and handed me the new condom. "Here you go," he said. "I want you to be safe, I don't need any grandkids until you're ready, okay?" He told me.

"Sure," I replied with a smirk.

I doubted that it would be much of a problem for me but I think he knew that, he had caught me plenty of times looking at gay porn on the living room computer when he came home from work early.

I pushed the condom down his cock and stroked him as I did, I held on to his balls this time and squeezed them slightly as I was basically jerking him off trying to get these condoms on. He was throbbing in my fist and taking deep long breaths.

"Perfect," he said as I got it to the base again.

"Dad?" I squeaked out. "We don't have to waste this one, do we?" I asked, nervous about what he would say.

"No, I guess not," he replied.

I could see it in his face, he knew exactly what I meant and he wanted it. I stood up and dropped my shorts and stepped out of them. It all happened so fast, I was climbing on his legs as he gripped my ass and helped stabilize me. He was sat back as I reached back and pointed his cock towards my hole.

"I'm pretty big, go slow," he told me as I felt the tip of his cock touching my ass.

"Okay," I replied, relaxing my butt muscle to allow him in.

"Oh jesus," Dad moaned as I felt the tip penetrate me. "You're tight."

"You're bigger than I've taken," I told him, being honest.

"Others?" He asked, as I slid down his cock.

I felt him stretching me out like I had never been stretched before. My own father was inside of me and it felt amazing.

"Josh and Mike," I told him, they were my two best friends, straight but we had messed around.

"Okay, well now I know why you guys stay in the basement together," he laughed as he put his head on my stomach and I landed firmly on his lap. "You need to use protection, even with your buddies," Dad told me.

"Okay," I agreed, as I shifted on him, feeling him deeper than anyone had been.

I picked my body up and sat back down on my father. I felt so good and he moaned as we began fucking in the kitchen. My dick had started dripping on his shirt so he lifted it up, exposing his stomach and hairy chest. I felt him trusting upward into me as I bounced on top of him.

"Up," he said and I stood over him, legs weak. "I'm taking the condom off, that okay?" He asked, I nodded yes.

He pulled it off and threw it on the floor. "We don't have to wear one?" I asked, a bit cocky.

"Not if we wear them with others," he replied and smiled, knowing he was being hypocritical.

I sat back down and felt Dad's raw cock sliding back in, fuck, nothing between me and my father. Just his thick cock deep in my hole. He was probably leaking and it made me leak even more.

"You feeling good?" He asked as I did most the work, fucking myself on him.

"Oh yeah, your cock feels amazing," I said as I continued my movements, copulating with my own family member. "How's my ass?" I asked him back.

"Great," he growled. "This isn't supposed to be happening, but I'd be lying if I hadn't thought about it."

"Me too, if I'm honest," I replied. "You think Mom will be mad?" I asked him.

"No, she told me to do what it took to make sure you don't give her grandkids yet, I think this counts," Dad said. "We play with others, she'll be fine."

He grabbed my hips and started lifting me up and dropping me down on his lap. The way his cock was pushing on my prostate was driving me crazy. The idea that my own father and I were having sex was turning me on like crazy. I leaned in and gave him a kiss on his lips expecting him to pull away, but I couldn't help myself. He didn't, he kissed me back. I could feel his thick beard on my face as we made out and bonded in a new, different way we had ever.

"You keep kissing me like that and you're going to make me come inside of you," dad said in the middle of our make out session and fucking.

"In me?" I said, heart racing.

"There's no condom on, where else will it go?" He asked. "That okay?"

I nodded yes and kept bouncing. I wanted my Dad's cum inside of me so bad, but I didn't want to let him know just how much. So I leaned in and began kissing him again. Sex with Josh and Mike was nothing like this, this was so much deeper, raw, sexually charged. With them it was fun and good, but with Dad it felt passionate and deeper.

Dad began breathing harder so I leaned back and began to start picking and sitting down harder than I had been. Looking at him as we did this blew my mind. I couldn't wait till he blew his load inside of me, just like he did to Mom when he made me.

"Here I go," he said as our bodies slammed together. "Oh shit!" He moaned.

"Oh damn, Dad!" I cried out, lustful and out of it. "Cum in me!" I told him what I wanted.

My cock shot off, coating him in my load as I felt his cock throbbing inside of me, filling me up with his familial cum. My own father went from teaching me to use condoms to putting his raw dick in me. Nothing could have prepared me for this whirlwind of a Sunday afternoon.

He pushed me down on top of him, and I leaned in and began kissing him again. His cock was firmly inside of me, depositing every bit of his sperm as deep as his he could. I felt his tongue dancing with mine as I rested and caught my breath.

"That's going to happen again, right?" I asked, trying not to sound too eager.

"Of course, I hope so," he said smirking, looking drained and relaxed under me.

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“You going out tonight?” I asked my hot-as-fuck roommate Tanner upon finding him in the shower, soapy water cascading over his muscular, hairy body, and sluicing off his big, floppy cock.

“Yeah, I’ve got plans,” he replied, rinsing shampoo out of his hair. “Beth—that Tinder bitch I told you about.”

“You mean the one who hasn’t yet unlocked her snatch for you after three dates?”

“Yeah,” Tanner admitted, annoyed. “But I think my luck’s gonna change tonight. She’s cooking dinner for us at her place.”

“With pussy pie for dessert?”

“Let’s hope,” he laughed, tugging on his big cock, which had become engorged—a proper chubby.

“You know you can always feed me a load,” I offered, “if she doesn’t put out tonight.”

“I know, bro,” he winked. “I know.”

The brojobs—as he called them—had started a few months prior. Tanner had been having a dry spell—unusual for a man who could usually score pussy by just walking down the street.

“Dude,” he lamented late one night as we shared beers out on the deck. “I haven’t had me some pussy in months. My balls feel like they’re gonna pop.”

“You jacking?” I ventured. “Emptying the pipes?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “But it’s not the same as being balls deep in a wet cunt.”

“I hear you,” I sympathized. “You know my offer stands.”

“Christ,” he laughed. “You and your fucking offer. Sorry, bro—but it ain’t ever gonna happen.”

The offer had started in college, when I came out to my friends. Of my five best male buddies, Tanner was the only one who was man enough to stick around and support me, despite knowing that I like cock.

“You’re not gonna, like, try to suck me off?”he had asked at the time—half joking but half serious.

“Nah,” I dismissed. “I’d never try that with you. But for the record—if you ever wanted me to blow you—you’ve got a standing offer.”

“That’s never gonna happen, bro,” he laughed it off. “I get more pussy than I can handle. I don’t need your mouth.”

And so the offer just hung in the air between us for years—always unclaimed—until that one drunken night when he admitted to a dry spell, his balls ready to pop. We each went to bed and, not long after I had dozed off, I awoke to Tanner in my room—naked, his big cock fully erect and in my face.

Wordlessly, I climbed out of bed, got on my knees before him, and held on tight as he face-fucked me like a five-dollar whore.

“That was good,” he announced after grunting his load down my throat, and then promptly returned to his room.

It became a nightly habit after that—feeding me a load before bed. At first, we never talked about it. But Tanner soon gave up the pretense and started just asking if I was ready for his nightly brojob—sometimes on the couch—sometimes on my bed.

Even when he scored pussy, he always had a second load in his balls for me. Stumbling home late at night, sweaty with the smell of raw sex, his cock tasting like pussy, I would suck him ravenously. Sure, I knew he was using me in a way. But he also needed me.

And he needed me again on the night he returned home from his latest date with Beth, the Tinder bitch.

“How was her pussy pie?” I asked, looking up from the TV as he came in the door.

“Fucking bitch claimed she’s on the rag,” he sighed. “She offered to suck me off, but I declined, stopping short of telling her I could get much better head at home.”

“Come sit,” I invited, patting the couch as I turned off the TV. “Lemme drain those full balls for you.”

“Let’s—let’s go to your room,” Tanner directed hesitantly.

And so I led him to my bedroom, where he stripped down and got comfortable on the bed. Climbing between his legs, I took his big cock down my throat.

“Fuuuck,” he exhaled. “I fucking love when you suck me.”

I proceeded through my usual playbook—some ball work, some tongue work on his shaft, and light tongue flicks to his cock slit before going full-on vacuum mode on his dick. But then he stopped me, pulling my face close to his.

“I want to be inside you,” he whispered, his hand traveling down the back of my athletic shorts, his thick finger probing my tight hole.

Though I sucked him off nightly, fucking had never been on the table. Tanner always reminded me firmly that—though brojobs meant absolutely nothing—having his cock up my ass would cross a line. Fucking a guy, in his book, meant you were gay.

And so I didn’t hesitate when Tanner asked to be inside me. Wanting to grab the bull by the horns—or the cock, in this case—I seized the moment. Sliding down my shorts, I reached into my bed table.

“You’re not gonna make me wrap it are you?” Tanner groaned.

“Fuck NO,” I laughed. “I’m getting lube. You’re thick as fuck. I don’t want you destroying my cunt.”

“I kinda like the idea of destroying your cunt,” he winked as I slathered his big dick with lube, fingering a generous amount in my hole for good measure. I then proceeded to straddle him.

“No,” he stopped me, pushing me off. “I want to be on top.”

“Works for me,” I smiled, loving the idea of being dominated by him. I then flipped onto my back, opened my legs for him, and brought my knees to my chest—presenting my cunt for his use and pleasure.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he smiled deviously, his finger probing my hole. And then with one arm supporting his weight on the bed, he gripped his hard cock in his fist and pushed into me.

“CHRIST, you’re thick,” I gasped.

“Now you know why I always make the bitches scream when they’re in my bed.”

Those screaming bitches were never a surprise, but I must admit that I underestimated how much his big cock would stretch my hole—until it was in me. Like any good bottom, I took a few deep breaths as Tanner instinctively went slow, allowing me to adjust to his girth. I could feel my sphincter relaxing, welcoming him into me—begging for him to fuck me.

“You feeling good now?” he asked tentatively, far more tender than I would have ever expected from an aggressive pussy hound.

“Fuck yeah,” I exhaled. “Fuck me with that big cock. Fuck me like you own me.”

As if on cue, Tanner plunged deep into me, my toes curling, my eyes rolling back into my head. He let his weight drop onto me, our bodies pressed together. Like a piston, he worked his big cock in and out of me—at depths I had never before experienced.

“Can I tell you a secret?” he whispered, his breath hot at my ear.

“Uh huh,” I panted, my legs opening wider for him, taking him deeper.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you for a long time,” he growled. “I’d get jealous hearing all those Grindr guys you parade through here, grunting their loads into you on this bed.”

Where was this coming from? Tanner was the one who created the line in the sand—brojobs only, no fucking—and yet he wanted to cross that line this whole time?

Putting my confusion aside, I wrapped my legs around his ass, emboldening him to fuck me harder. His pace increased, my hips moving instinctively with him.

“Fuck, you’ve gotta sweet cunt,” he growled, pounding my hole relentlessly. “And you’re so fuckin’ tight. I’m fighting not to bust.”

“Bust in me,” I begged. “Fucking seed me whenever you like.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” I affirmed. “Breed me like a bitch.”

“Ain’t no bitch has ever said that to me,” he laughed, pounding me harder, his cock swelling inside me. “Oh FUCK, dude. I’m gonna—I’m gonna—”

“That’s it—fucking seed my hole,” I demanded, raising my ass, willing him to dump his load in me.

“SHIT,” he grunted, his big cock throbbing inside me, his massive load coating my bowels, warming me from within. “Yeah, fuckin’ take this nut.”

He went still inside me as the throbbing ceased, his balls fully emptied. I stroked his sweaty back, his face next to mine, his warm breath on my cheek. Slowly going soft, he pulled out of me—relieved, satiated—his load leaking from my wrecked hole.

“I gotta piss,” he finally announced, rolling off me, his spent cock still wet and swollen.

“Well—good night,” I offered feebly as he staggered to the bathroom.

“Good night?” he laughed. “Dude—I’m coming back to bed.”

As promised, Tanner returned to bed and fucked two more loads into me before falling into a deep sleep. Never had he stayed the night in my room—even after our many brojobs. It took me awhile to fall sleep, listening to his soft breathing, wondering what this change could mean for our friendship or, dare I say, our relationship.

Tanner was looking at his phone in the kitchen when I emerged from my bedroom the next morning, my hole still a bit sore from his marathon fucking—a small price to pay.

“You on Tinder?” I asked, pouring myself a cup of coffee, worried he was already looking for another bitch to pursue—his cock craving pussy and not my cunt.

“Yeah,” Tanner acknowledged, putting down his phone and pulling me into his arms. “I’m deleting Tinder. I have no need for it now.”

And as he bent me over the kitchen counter, pushing his hard cock into my puffy hole, Tanner sighed, “I should have tried your sweet cunt years ago.”

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“Where the fuck have you been this late at night?” my stepdad Adam demanded, his breath heavy with whiskey as he waited for me on the stairs in the foyer. His hairy, muscular body was stuffed into a pair of white briefs that couldn’t conceal the outline of his fat cock head. “You gonna tell me where you’ve been?” he repeated in the face of my silence. 

“I—I told Mom before I left,” I stammered. “I just went to a party with some friends.”

“Friends,” he sneered mockingly. “I’ve seen the type of friends you keep. They’re all a bunch of fuckin’ fag—”

“My friends are none of your business,” I cut him off before he could finish the slur. 

“Well, we expect you to have your ass home before midnight, and that is my fucking business,” he barked, anger in his eyes. “And you come slinking in at almost two in the fucking morning?”

“I’m eighteen years old,” I spat defiantly. “I shouldn’t have a curfew anymore.”

“You’ll have a curfew for as long as you live under my goddamn roof,” Adam hissed at me, standing up, clearing the pathway up the stairs. “Now get your ass to bed and pray that I don’t tell your mother about your disobedience.”

“Yes, sir,” I hung my head in defeat as I proceeded up the staircase, his hairy body pressed up against me as I attempted to pass him. 

“Wait a fucking minute,” his meaty hand was suddenly at my chest, stopping me in my tracks upon the steps. “How many cocks did you take tonight?” he demanded like a troll on a bridge, requiring me to answer his riddle before I could pass. 

“Three cocks,” I answered, frozen in shock as Adam stood behind me, sliding his hand down the back of my shorts, his thick finger probing my used, puffy hole. 

“Damn,” he exclaimed, withdrawing his cummy finger from my hole, shoving it past my lips, forcing me to taste the cum slurry in my guts. “You got a shitload of cum all up in there. You want some more?”

“Y—you want to fuck me?” I asked in shock as he withdrew his finger from my mouth. It had always been a fantasy to get dicked down by my hunky stepdad, but I never thought it would become a reality. 

“Your mother never opens her cunt for me anymore,” Adam replied, pushing me down on my knees upon the staircase. “Why should I go pay some skanky whore to take my big one, when I’ve already got a cock slut living under my roof for free?”

“Wh—what about Mom?” I stuttered while Adam yanked down my shorts, exposing my used hole. “What if she hears us?”

“She took an Ambien,” he replied, pulling down the front of his briefs, unleashing his hard nine incher as he rested the waistband beneath his swollen balls. “That bitch is dead to the world and won’t hear a fucking thing.”

“FUCK,” I gasped as my stepdad suddenly grabbed me by the hips and impaled my cummy hole, his big cock shoved into my depths with a violent thrust. Though I had taken three random cocks at the party that night, Adam’s was bigger by far, putting the others to shame.

“Raise your ass,” he commanded, pushing my face into the step above me as he kneeled two steps below, his big one plugging my hole. “Yeah—that’s it. Fuck, you’ve gotta hot cunt on you.”

And then Adam unleashed a fury upon me, channeling all his anger at the world into my fuck canal—his stressful job, his frigid wife, his promiscuous, gay stepson. He hammered away at my cunt, temporarily disregarding all the disappointments in his life by owning my hole. 

“You like having a real man’s big dick in your cunt?” he demanded, pummeling my hole. “Not those boys you always fuck around with? Boys who can barely shave.”

“Your big cock feels so good inside me,” I moaned, my head banging repeatedly against the step above me. “Give it to me,” I begged. “Fucking wreck my hole.”

“You’re not gonna be able to walk by the time I’m done with you,” he slapped my ass with his open palm, jackhammering the living shit out of me. “You’re finally gonna know what it’s like to be fucked by a real man.”

Over and over, he abused me, his hairy torso rubbing against my ass, his balls smacking against my hole with each thrust. Never before had I been fucked with such intensity. His fevered pitch and stamina couldn’t last, his balls simply couldn’t hold out under such pressure. 

“You ready for my cum?” Adam asked urgently, battering my bowels. “You ready to take my seed?”

“Breed me,” I begged, gripping my sphincter around the base of his thick shaft, willing him to dump his load in me. “Fucking give me your—”

“FUCK,” he grunted suddenly, cutting me off, his cock detonating within me. “FUCK—SHIT,” he repeated over and over, his warm load spewing in my depths. “That’s it, bitch. Take my fucking nut.”

Adam pulled out of me abruptly when the deed was done. His pearly load dripped from my hole along with the remnants of the three guys who had seeded me earlier that night.

“Clean yourself up. You’re a fucking mess,” he admonished me, pulling up his briefs over his spent cock and stepping over me to climb the stairs without a single word of thanks. 

Mom was having coffee at the kitchen table when I came downstairs the next morning. She appeared to be oblivious to the salacious fornication that had transpired between her husband and son. 

“Where’s Adam?” I asked, sitting at the table, my wrecked hole still sore and throbbing. 

“Your stepdad got up early to clean out all the junk in that room above the garage,” Mom reported. “He’s going to turn it into a nice garage apartment for you. He said it was about time you had some privacy now that you’re all grown up. Isn’t that thoughtful of Adam?”

But I saw through the charade. Adam was building a fuck pad for us, a place where he could discreetly pound his nut into me as often as he liked, away from my mom’s prying eyes. And for the first time in my life, I was truly thankful for my stepdad. 

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