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In retrospect, maybe telling your daughter she could bring men over now that she's an adult was a bad idea.

Its not like you didn't consider the possibility that you'd hear them. It just didn't occur to you that they'd be so...loud. The walls aren't exactly paper thin, and yet you can hear almost every single slam, creak and moan emanating from her room down the hall.

He must be...um...capable. You can hear her voice, tight and tense with pleasure, forced out in a series of yelps and moans that sync with the sound of her bed slamming into the wall. It's almost like you're in the room, watching her get absolutely railed.

It's been a while - for you. Definitely a while since you got utterly hammered like she apparently is, and you can't help your body responding to the image of him, hands dug tight into her body, holding her steady as he pistons back and forth like some great machine, bringing her closer and closer to-

Oh. There she goes, her voice sounding like a high pitched song, singing pleasure and need and climax before cutting off abruptly. If she remembered anything in the morning, the hangover and embarrassment combined might kill her.

It'd probably be funny, if you weren't so flustered about it. When they'd stumbled in after a night drinking you'd noticed how handsome he was, and now thoughts floated through your head at the sounds coming through the walls.

Wrongful thoughts. But oh how they wouldn't go away.

The door opened and closed to her room, and you felt your body freeze as heavy footsteps echoed down the hall. They entered the bathroom, and the sensation of panic faded as you realized he wasnt coming for you.

Wait...was that disappointment?

The door opened again, and his footsteps echoed, heavy and a bit unsteady. But...why did they sound closer?

The door opened abruptly before you could do anything, and his big shadowed form was outlined in the doorway, thick massive member visible even in the dark.

"Round two," his voice echoed in the room, a velvet growl heavy with drink and arousal, "I haven't cum yet."

Help me finish!

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How did it turn out like this?

It wasn't like you didn't mean to have a good time. It was a party, and you dressed up in that little black dress, did your makeup, and put in those high heels that made everyone look

.

You planned on getting drunk. Maybe even make out with some cute boy and give him your number. You know. A good night out.

What you did not plan on was meeting a man quite a bit older than you, with broad shoulders and a gravel deep voice that sent shivers down your spine to get you talking, laughing and dancing. Nor did you expect to fine yourself sitting on his lap laying against his chest as the evening winds down, drinking and giggling and kissing his scratchy jaw. Maybe even nibbling at his neck as his fingers traced along the exposed skin of your legs.

And you definitely didn't plan on being here, in the bathroom up against the sink, same dress hiked up with your panties pulled down while he slowly fed you an ungodly amount of cock. And as your legs slowly went numb from the sensation of being stretched out, you most certainly absolutely did not expect him to lean forward and kiss the back of your neck and whisper,

"Ready, sweetheart? You finally got the tip in."

Oh well. Now that you're here, here's a tip - he likes it when you call him Daddy

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*Glckt, Glckt, Glckt-*

Was this how you thought you'd spend your night?

On your knees, wetter than a well, lips parted as you bobbed up and down on a massive pole, while a calloused hand stroked your hair, slow and possessive?

"That's it," crooned that deep gravelly voice, filled with approval and deep desire, "God, you're *good* at this, aren't you? I can feel how *eager* you are. How much you *needed* this..."

God, why did that make you shiver so much? To be praised while you serviced him? You hardly even knew him. He was just...just a teacher at your kid's school. Just a man with a little bit of power, a little bit of authority and some kindness, and you dropped like a rock to impress him.

And every word he spoke, every compliment and encouragement, was like a bomb between your legs, setting off shakes and tremors that broke the dam a little further, made you even wetter.

It was supposed to be a regular meeting. Just a discussion about grades. Not some clandestine descent into filthy thoughts about a hot teacher. And yet, look where you are, now. Trembling and purring for him, hoping to god he fucks you after this like you desperately need.

Single Moms have it hard, don't they?

Now be a good girl and say thank you for the cock.

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In retrospect, maybe telling your daughter she could bring men over now that she's an adult was a bad idea.

Its not like you didn't consider the possibility that you'd hear them. It just didn't occur to you that they'd be so...loud. The walls aren't exactly paper thin, and yet you can hear almost every single slam, creak and moan emanating from her room down the hall.

He must be...um...capable. You can hear her voice, tight and tense with pleasure, forced out in a series of yelps and moans that sync with the sound of her bed slamming into the wall. It's almost like you're in the room, watching her get absolutely railed.

It's been a while - for you. Definitely a while since you got utterly hammered like she apparently is, and you can't help your body responding to the image of him, hands dug tight into her body, holding her steady as he pistons back and forth like some great machine, bringing her closer and closer to-

Oh. There she goes, her voice sounding like a high pitched song, singing pleasure and need and climax before cutting off abruptly. If she remembered anything in the morning, the hangover and embarrassment combined might kill her.

It'd probably be funny, if you weren't so flustered about it. When they'd stumbled in after a night drinking you'd noticed how handsome he was, and now thoughts floated through your head at the sounds coming through the walls.

Wrongful thoughts. But oh how they wouldn't go away.

The door opened and closed to her room, and you felt your body freeze as heavy footsteps echoed down the hall. They entered the bathroom, and the sensation of panic faded as you realized he wasnt coming for you.

Wait...was that disappointment?

The door opened again, and his footsteps echoed, heavy and a bit unsteady. But...why did they sound closer?

The door opened abruptly before you could do anything, and his big shadowed form was outlined in the doorway, thick massive member visible even in the dark.

"Round two," his voice echoed in the room, a velvet growl heavy with drink and arousal, "I haven't cum yet."

Help me finish!

​

How did it turn out like this?

It wasn't like you didn't mean to have a good time. It was a party, and you dressed up in that little black dress, did your makeup, and put in those high heels that made everyone look

.

You planned on getting drunk. Maybe even make out with some cute boy and give him your number. You know. A good night out.

What you did not plan on was meeting a man quite a bit older than you, with broad shoulders and a gravel deep voice that sent shivers down your spine to get you talking, laughing and dancing. Nor did you expect to fine yourself sitting on his lap laying against his chest as the evening winds down, drinking and giggling and kissing his scratchy jaw. Maybe even nibbling at his neck as his fingers traced along the exposed skin of your legs.

And you definitely didn't plan on being here, in the bathroom up against the sink, same dress hiked up with your panties pulled down while he slowly fed you an ungodly amount of cock. And as your legs slowly went numb from the sensation of being stretched out, you most certainly absolutely did not expect him to lean forward and kiss the back of your neck and whisper,

"Ready, sweetheart? You finally got the tip in."

Oh well. Now that you're here, here's a tip - he likes it when you call him Daddy

.

I prefer Reddit Chat. Help me finish? When you reach out, please let me know if you have any kinks you'd personally like to play with. And maybe include a description ❤️

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In retrospect, maybe telling your daughter she could bring men over now that she's an adult was a bad idea.

Its not like you didn't consider the possibility that you'd hear them. It just didn't occur to you that they'd be so...loud. The walls aren't exactly paper thin, and yet you can hear almost every single slam, creak and moan emanating from her room down the hall.

He must be...um...capable. You can hear her voice, tight and tense with pleasure, forced out in a series of yelps and moans that sync with the sound of her bed slamming into the wall. It's almost like you're in the room, watching her get absolutely railed.

It's been a while - for you. Definitely a while since you got utterly hammered like she apparently is, and you can't help your body responding to the image of him, hands dug tight into her body, holding her steady as he pistons back and forth like some great machine, bringing her closer and closer to-

Oh. There she goes, her voice sounding like a high pitched song, singing pleasure and need and climax before cutting off abruptly. If she remembered anything in the morning, the hangover and embarrassment combined might kill her.

It'd probably be funny, if you weren't so flustered about it. When they'd stumbled in after a night drinking you'd noticed how handsome he was, and now thoughts floated through your head at the sounds coming through the walls.

Wrongful thoughts. But oh how they wouldn't go away.

The door opened and closed to her room, and you felt your body freeze as heavy footsteps echoed down the hall. They entered the bathroom, and the sensation of panic faded as you realized he wasnt coming for you.

Wait...was that disappointment?

The door opened again, and his footsteps echoed, heavy and a bit unsteady. But...why did they sound closer?

The door opened abruptly before you could do anything, and his big shadowed form was outlined in the doorway, thick massive member visible even in the dark.

"Round two," his voice echoed in the room, a velvet growl heavy with drink and arousal, "I haven't cum yet."

Help me finish!