Exposed Cravings: A Filthy Erotic Collection

Owned bytwo daddies(II)

The first four days were heaven.

Damien and Victor left the same day I arrived, just like they said they would. They gave me a quick tour, showed me the security system, and told me they’d be back on Sunday. After that, the mansion was completely mine.

I explored every inch of it.

I swam in the pool, raided their expensive fridge, watched Netflix on their massive TV, and slept like a queen in the luxurious guest room. For the first time in months, I wasn’t thinking about Jake, my mom, or my annoying brother. I was just… peaceful.

By the fifth night, I was feeling bold.

I took a long shower in the massive master bathroom even though I wasn’t supposed to. The water pressure was insane, I used it to masturbate as per usual.

I walked around the house in just a tiny towel, feeling like I owned the place.

That night, I was lying on the couch in the living room in nothing but an oversized t-shirt I found in one of the guest rooms, eating ice cream straight from the tub and watching a movie.

The front door suddenly clicked open.

I sat up quickly, heart jumping into my throat.

Damien walked in first, dropping his bag by the door. Victor followed right behind him, still in a perfectly tailored black suit.

They both stopped when they saw me.

I was half-naked on their couch, legs slightly spread, with a spoon hanging from my mouth.

Damien’s eyes slowly dragged up my bare thighs.

Victor raised an eyebrow, a dangerous smirk forming on his lips.

“Well… isn’t this a pretty little sight,” Victor said, voice low.

I quickly tried to pull the t-shirt down to cover myself, face burning.

“Oh my goodness. Uhhh… hello sirs, I—I thought you weren’t coming back until Sunday,” I stammered.

Damien’s dark eyes locked on mine.

“Plans changed.”

He took one slow step toward me.

“Seems like our little house-sitter has been making herself very comfortable.”

“Uhhh… the house is very comfortable.”

“We know, enjoy.” He said giving me one last take from head to toe with those seductive eyes before looking at the spoon which I had just put back into my mouth out of nervousness.

They both walked away from me to their rooms.

The next morning I was in the kitchen making coffee when Damien and Victor walked in.

Damien spoke first, his voice low and commanding.

“We’ll be gone most of the day for work, but we’ll be coming home every night. We need you to stay the full week.”

Victor leaned against the counter, eyes slowly dragging over my body.

“We’ll pay you three thousand dollars instead of fifteen hundred.”

My breath hitched. That was more money than I made in two months.

“That’s a lot of money… I’ll stay,” I said quickly, trying to ignore how both of them were staring at me.

Victor’s lips curved into a smirk.

“Good. We like having you here, Serena.”

The way he said my name made my p***y clench. They both looked at me like they wanted to bend me over the kitchen island right there, what’s with them and their attractiveness?

Later that night…

I was completely lost in my own world.

Lying on my back in the middle of the huge bed of the guest room, legs spread wide open, my fingers were frantically rubbing my soaked p***y. My AirPods were blasting dark, sensual music as I read one of my dirtiest books.

I couldn’t stay quiet.

“f**k…” I moaned loudly, back arching off the bed. “Oh my god, yes…”

Two of my fingers slid inside me as I kept rubbing my swollen c**t with my other hand.

“Mmm… please… f**k me harder,” I whimpered reading out what the female lead said in the book, eyes fluttering shut. My hips were grinding against my hand desperately. “Yes… just like that… I’m such a dirty little slut…”

I was panting, moaning without shame, completely soaked and dripping down my ass.

“I’m gonna c*m… f**k I’m gonna c*m— yes daddy, yes…”

The bedroom door opened.

I didn’t hear a thing.

Damien stood in the doorway, watching me with dark, burning eyes as I f****d myself senseless, moaning like a w***e.

Until I finally opened my eyes.

The scream died in my throat.

“Oh my God. Sir…”

Damien was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his broad chest, staring directly at my spread legs and my fingers still buried inside my dripping cunt.

“I knocked,” he said, voice deep and rough. “Twice.”

His eyes darkened as they locked onto mine.

“But it seems you were too busy moaning like a little horny slut to hear me.”