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    “Yes, Daddy...” she purred.
    The girl was insatiable, just like me.
    “Bend, baby, let me fill you up.”
    She folded at the waist, gripping her ankles to hold herself in position. I pulled aside the lace of her panties, breathing in the heady scent of her. I teased her hot little pussy with my tongue, only stopping to suck her soft rosy lips between my teeth. “Cum for Daddy,” I murmured.
    My instruction was so beautiful in its simplicity. Cum for me, just like that. I felt her shift her weight, relaxing into the privilege. God, how I buried my face in that cunt, buried myself in her folds like she was my only salvation. Maybe she was.
    I felt the sudden urge to confess all. Cough up my woes to my dirty angel, and tell her what a loser her Daddy really was.
    Hey, baby, Daddy used to be a big shot. He used to have ten houses and a Porsche. Daddy used to have a villa in Spain and a sailboat off the Devon coast. He used to fuck a different woman every night and only drink champagne from tight, young snatch.
    That’s who Daddy was. Until Daddy lost it all in the financial crash.
    Until Daddy tried to save his fortune by online gambling.
    Until Daddy became an alcoholic loser. Playing online poker in company time.
    Daddy was almost bankrupt. Almost homeless. Almost unemployed.
    Until there was Cynthia Tate.
    “Daddy?” Georgia wheezed. “What’s up with you?”
    “What?” I grunted.
    She stared back at me, eyebrows high. “You stopped.”
    I narrowed my eyes. “And?”
    She turned away. “Sorry, I just... never mind.”
    I slapped her ass again, harder this time. “Don’t question me.”
    “Sorry...” she breathed. “You just told to cum for you, and then stopped two minutes later. Is it some weird test or something?”
    I jabbed my thumb in her asshole, steering her away from my inconsistency. “I want your dirty little shithole around my cock, Georgia, understand?”
    I slumped back in the armchair, working my dick as she positioned herself over me. “Whatever you want,” she hissed.
    She impaled herself with brutal determination, gasping as my meat spread her wide. Her face was a picture, teeth gritted hard in concentration, eyes closed tight as she adjusted to the intrusion. I twisted my fingers in the ring on her collar, pulling her forward enough to plant a hot wet kiss on her open mouth. I bucked underneath her, bouncing her easily on my hips until I was buried all the way inside. She groaned into my mouth, begging for more. Harder, Daddy, harder. Dirty bitch.
    “Finger your snatch,” I said. “Deep.”
    She pushed one skinny little finger inside herself, hesitating far too long before taking another.
    “Three,” I said. “Take three and I’ll let you ride another cock. You’d like that wouldn’t you? Two big cocks in your tight little holes.”
    Clearly, she did. She fucked herself like a trooper, grimacing for just a second as she rammed them all the way in. I loved seeing her that way. Loved seeing her exposed and filthy, free in her darkness.
    “How does it feel?”
    “It hurts,” she hissed. “Good hurt.”
    I could feel myself veering off the rails, heading for the cliff of self-destruction. She was all that was left, my final toy, my only remaining indulgence.
    The only sound between us was the slap of her thighs against mine. I twisted her sweet little tit in my hand, gripping her hard. She threw her head back, rolling into my attack. “Fucking hell...” she moaned. “Jesus Christ, I’m gonna cum.”
    Georgia was a wreck. A bucking, wheezing, twitching wreck; jerking around on my cock like a fish on a line. I exploded along with her, shooting my load all the way inside her filthy little ass.
    She caught her breath, moaning as she raised herself from my cock. “Ow,” she cried. “Fucking ow.” Her eyes met mine, full of questions. “What will happen to us, Andrew, once mother gets home? You are married to her.”
    “I’m aware of that,” I snapped, flashing my