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When it’s over, I’m on the floor panting, barely able to believe how good I feel. I’m full of cum from five men, and they all watch me, smiles on theirfaces.

Soon, they join me on the rug, holding me, kissing me. We’re naked, and we’re all one. It’s bizarre, strange, weird, insane, but it feels sogood.

That’s what I’m learning. It doesn’t matter what it is, so long as it feels good. That’s what’s right. I can’t deny this anymore: this isright.

These are my men, myDaddies.

“I love you,” Chris whispers in myear.

“I love you,” Ethansays.

“I love you,” Willadds.

“I love you,” Huntersays.

“I love you,” Jordan whispersfinally.

“I love you alltoo.”

They kiss me, one by one, and I can’t tell them apart, and it doesn’t matter. We’re all one, me and them. I can’t think of a better way tolive.

26

Tori

Two YearsLater

“Good morning, dear.”

I look up from my paper and smile at Chris. “Morning,Daddy.”

He grins at me and kisses me softly before getting himself some coffee. “How are the lazy assholestoday?”

I shrug. “Ethan’s in the shower, Jordan left ten minutes ago, and I’m not sure where the othersare.”

“Typical Hunter and Will. Probably off playing grab-ass.” He grins at me, jokingaround.

“Probably.Jealous?”

“Definitely.” He sits down across from me, drinking his coffee. “How are you feelingtoday?”

“Not too bad,” I say. “I mean, I’m a big scary whale, but I’mokay.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “You’re beautiful. Even eight monthspregnant.”

I smile and he winks at me. I don’t feel beautiful, but the guys can always make me feel better aboutthat.

Light filters in through the huge windows. I look over at the city, out at the buildings, and I can’t help but smile tomyself.

So much as happened since we made this official. Dustin is a number one recording artist, and he hasn’t been a problem since Chris threatened him with the video we made. He put the fear of God into him, and basically said that if he ever steps a toe out of line, we’re going to the press and to the cops. Dustin legitimately believes he could go to jail, and so far, he’s keeping himself in check. There have been incidents, but nothing bad, and each time Chris has been able to scare himagain.

I’m worried, though. They’ve kept me away from Dustin, for obvious reasons, but the kid is still a loose cannon. I don’t know what he’s going to do as he gets older and more famous. There’s more scrutiny on him, more eyes watching him, so I hope that keeps him in check. At the moment, he’s making us so much money it’s hard to imagine, but that won’t last forever. We plan on dumping him sooner or later, let him figure his shit out on his own. Hopefully he doesn’t end up killing someone, but I can’t have that on my conscience. We did what we could to controlhim.

Meanwhile, we moved in together. All five of us. It was a little odd at first, and the guys had to get used to it, but it helps that we have three floors of an apartment building to ourselves. The guys split two floors, and I get one floor all tomyself.

We worked out a schedule where I sleep in bed with one guy every night, rotating down the list. There have been some fights and ego trips along the way, but it’s always been resolved peacefully. Like with any relationship, there’s bound to be some disagreements, and our disagreements just happen to have six people inthem.

But we always make up. That’s the rule, we always figure it out. We’re fair and good to each other, even when we’re angry, and that’s how we staysane.

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