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I have to suppress a smirk at their anxiousness to clear the air. As much as it was fun to have them lavishing attention on me, it’s just as fun to see them squirm when confronted by daddy. It’s like bad boys getting their comeuppance.

But daddy’s not in an angry mood, not anymore, simply setting the papers down on his desk and leaning against it while folding his arms.

“You really like talking to my daughter like that, huh?”

When daddy calls me his daughter, I feel a sense of pride almost. I can’t remember him ever calling me that. I’m pretty sure he only calls me by my name. Is he softening toward me?

My interest in what he calls me blinds me to just how calm daddy is in the face of these lechers.

Ben raises his hands as if he is going to say something, but instead lets out a resigned sigh.

“There’s no shame in it,” daddy says, “we’re all men here.”

That sounds odd, like he’s not acknowledging I’m standing right here. “In fact, there’s a reason why my daughter’s here. I brought her along to help finish the job.”

The guys look at each other confused, as confused as I was when daddy asked me to come. I still have no idea what I can even do to help.

Chris asks, “You’re going to finish the gas station with your daughter?”

Daddy shakes his head, “No. She’s got no experience and no work ethic.

I’d probably be better off doing it myself than including her in on it.” A rush of fury hits me hard. “What the hell? Why did you bring me then?”

“Because you’re acting out, and you’re being a good-for-nothing brat at the house. No job, no school, contributing nothing to our family’s well being.”

The insults hurt far more because I know deep down it’s all true. You don’t think it bothers me how little I do for my own living? Just like anyone who doesn’t want to hear the truth, I scream, “Screw you!”

“See?” He says, gesturing to me so the guys can understand the trouble I give him. “This is what I get for supporting her. She runs around town, drunk and high, and gets a piercing and a tattoo, the brands of a slut.” I fall silent, just like the men, who find the situation completely awkward. But my silence is from complete shock. Daddy’s never spoken to me like this. I think he’s finally snapped, and the more I talk, the more it hurts. My mind tells me to just shut my mouth.

When he sees I’m not offering any more comebacks, he turns to his strikers. “Now, I need you guys on the job. I need you to drop your complaints about back pay and get back to work.”

Jason scoffs lightly in exasperation, but also cautious in upsetting daddy further, “Chuck, you know we can’t. The amount of money-” Daddy puts his hand up, “I know, I know. They’re robbing you, but you know them: They’d rather shut this site down than give in to your demands. If that happens, we’re all out of a job. Right now, this is all I have, and I need it seen to the end.”

Ben looks to raise a complaint, but daddy continues, “I’m not saying do it for free. I’ll trade you.”

“Trade us what? What could be worth all those hours of overtime?

That’s a helluva lot of money.”

Daddy looks at me, his eyes betraying a sense of resignation, but also a hint of amusement. “You guys come back to the job, drop all your complaints and sign a letter saying you forgo all back pay, and I’ll give you an hour with my daughter.”

The pain in my throat when I swallow stings, having to cross the thick lump that’s formed in my throat. “What?” I croak out.

They look at each other. “Chuck, what are you saying exactly?”

“I’m saying, I’ll leave this trailer right now, lock the door, and for the next hour, it’ll be just the three of you and her in here.”

I’m stunned. Is my stepdad actually offering me to his employees?

“Daddy…” I whisper, “why are you doing this?”

He leans, whispering menacingly, “You wanted to help, so now you get to help.”

He stands up. “Does that work for you? Will this put you back to work?” Daddy just bypasses me, making a trade as if I’m not even in the room. They look at each other, mumble something I can’t hear, and nod their heads. “An hour, and we’ll sign whatever you want.”

Daddy nods and heads to the door. Just before he exits the trailer, he pulls Ben over to the side and whispers something to him. He’s describing something. Ben gives him a look, and then daddy turns to me and says,

“Now earn your keep.”

It’s a demand, but he says it like a statement of fact.

And then the door locks behind him.

The boys are uncertain, but slowly it dawns on them that their time is running out.

I walk over to the door and test it, assuring myself I am actually locked in here.

Would it be wrong to say I checked only because I wanted it to look like I wanted to leave? The second I realized daddy’s plan, that fantasy I felt earlier started to course through my veins again. But a girl can’t just accept it, can she? She has to at least look like she wants to fight it, or else people’ll think she’s a slut.

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“You don’t have to go,” Ben says, “we can have a lot of fun together.” I turn toward them and feel a shiver at his words. A pulse of excitement runs through me. Holy shit, I want them so bad!

But I can’t show that. I can’t. It’d be so wrong. It doesn’t matter, because I’m too nervous to show anything but nervousness.

When I don’t respond, Ben beckons me with his finger, quietly saying,

“Come here.”

Jason sits down on the arm of the couch as the three men observe me. I swallow, the impulse to do as I’m told taking over. I walk over to Ben, a man a good six inches taller than me, and feel immediately vulnerable. I instinctively reach across my body for my elbow, calming an anxious tremor running through my arm.

Ben’s large hand glides across the side of my stomach to round my back, where he pulls me into him. Up close to him, I can feel the tautness of his muscles, making my own feel like jelly.

“Are you worried?”

I shake my head, afraid my voice might betray me.

His face closes in on me, and when I think his mouth is about to touch mine, he spins me around, guiding my back into his chest. Both of his hands slide along my stomach, meeting in the middle over my piercing. His touch is insane, a warm, comforting sensation against the previous shock of being traded.

I melt. I melt into the sculpted body of the man holding me. No more the brash, party girl, I’m muted as my body submits to sensuous relief of his embrace.

“You’re doing a pretty cool thing saving your dad’s job…”

He goes on and on, working to convince me of how I’m doing the best thing for everyone involved. But all I care about is the massage of his fingertips over my skin, and the subsequent rush of blood to my pussy. I don’t need to be convinced. I don’t give a shit about daddy’s job-or any of their jobs at that-I care about the freedom these men can give me. I care about what it’s going to feel like being taken care of by three big men, and their three thick cocks.

His words carry on, but I focus on the movement of his hands, the meticulous manipulation up my body. He’s trying to talk me into submission, but his body is doing all I need to submit. He eventually slides over my tits, squeezing them tightly.

When my body presses into his, he knows I’m ready, leaning down and suckling on my neck. I reach up and hook around his neck, pulling him in deeper. He kisses down my shoulder as his hands squeeze my body.

I feel hands go to my shirt and realize it’s all about to start. Chris’s hands lift my shirt above my breasts, exposing me to the mouths of hungry beasts. Chris and Jason each take a nipple in their mouths, plumping my nubs with their agile tongues. I hang both arms around Ben’s neck to give Chris and Jason room to work their magic. They suck on my nipples, alternating nibbles and tongue flicks.

Their hands go to my legs and all three lift me into the air, carrying me backwards until Ben sits on the couch, placing me between his legs. He finishes removing my shirt over my head, giving my tits a good squeeze as their revealed.

“Oh shit,” he growls into my ear. The primal tone of his voice creeps in on me, and I let out an affirming moan.

“Do I turn you on?” I ask.

“Hell yeah. Little sexy thing like you. I don’t think any guy deserves this.”

“Well, then feel lucky my daddy’s letting you have some.”

“Right now, your daddy ain’t here. He gave you up. For the next hour, he doesn’t exist, so you might as well call me daddy.”

I smirk, squirming as his fingers circle my nipples. “You’re such a pervert, daddy.” I never once thought that word was sexy until a guy tweaking my nipples held me in his lap and demanded I call him it. It’d probably make me wet if I wasn’t already so.

“Goddamn,” Jason says, “she’s not even calling me daddy, but it’s fucking hot anyway.”

Chris chimes in, “That’s okay. I’m fine if we’re just a couple of uncles.”

“Uncles?!” I giggle.

Ben kisses my ear. “A good ol’ family gangbang.”

I can feel my juices welling in me as three sets of hands have their way with me. It’s like a bunch of boys having found a new toy, one they’ve gotta touch to see if it’s real. Fingertips brushing my skin from my nipples to my stomach to my jeans. The jeans are undone, pulled from me as my butt and legs lift in the air, my panties following right after-soaked like they’ve been dunked underwater-only for me to fall back down between Ben’s legs. They

take my legs and spread them, hanging them over Ben’s legs and opening up my cunt for all to see.

Things are moving so quick, their lust guiding their actions like animals. It’s just hands moving over me, touching and caressing, but it feels like a complete loss of control. So much going on I couldn’t stop it or control it if I wanted. I can’t tell where one hand starts and another ends, I can’t guide anyone’s actions, I can’t tell who’s doing what or how it makes me feel. I’m entirely consumed by submission, and I have no ability to say or do anything to change it otherwise.

A hand brushes up my inner thigh; one caresses my stomach; two gently tug at my nipples; and one splits my lower lips as another slides fingers through my slit. I’m so goddamn wet the sixth hand glides over slickness like it’s running the intertubes at a water park.

So much titillation, so much action, I moan from the overwhelming feeling of being fawned over.

Ben whispers in my ear. “Are you ready to get fucked?”

I nod.

“Let’s hear it, daughter.”

“Yes, daddy, I’m ready to get fucked.”

“How do you want it, babygirl?”

“Everywhere, daddy.”

“You want daddy and your uncles to fuck you together?”

I nod vigorously, daddy’s warm breath against my ear and all their hands groping me supercharging my libido. I don’t just want to get fucked; I want to get ravished. If you have three dicks at your disposal, you have to use them all. “I want all of you.”

Jason is impatient, the strain in his voice as rough as the strain on his cock. “Dudes, come on, I need to get my dick wet. That wet pussy smells so fucking good.”