Mag-log inHis wife laughed softly on the line. “That’s good to hear. I was a little worried she might feel out of place. Make sure she feels welcome, okay? And tell Simon to call me. I miss you both.”“I miss you too,” Raymond said, his voice dropping as he leaned over me, his chest pressing against my tits. He started fucking me harder, deeper, his hips snapping forward with wet, obscene sounds. “You have no idea how much. I’ve had to take care of myself a few times thinking about you… well, currently I am doing so. Could you come back soon?”I had to clamp both hands over my mouth now as he railed me, his cock slamming into my pussy with rough, possessive strokes. The desk creaked beneath me. My legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his back as I tried not to scream.“Oh my God, I miss you too,” his wife said warmly. “I’ll be back tomorrow, I promise. I love you, baby.”“I love you too,” he replied, his voice strained as he pounded into me faster. The moment the call ended, he
Dianne.Daddy told me he wasn’t done with me. God, he meant it. He meant every filthy promise he had growled against my skin. He dragged his cock along my clit, torturing me, making me rock my hips desperately to chase the thick, swollen head. The fat tip slid through my soaked folds, spreading my juices, teasing my entrance without giving me what I needed. I whimpered, my back arching off the desk, trying to push down onto him, but he held my hips firmly, controlling every movement.Even as his phone rang on the desk, he didn’t stop. He simply reached over, picked it up, and put it on speaker without missing a single thrust.His thick cock kept sliding in and out of my soaked pussy, slow and deep, stretching me open with every powerful stroke. I was lying on my back on his desk, legs spread wide, my robe completely open, my tits bouncing with each thrust. I had to bite down on my lip to keep from moaning out loud as he fucked me right there, his wife’s voice filling the room.
Dianne.I was still completely smeared all over with Daddy’s cum when he made me sit on his desk instantly, spreading my legs so wide for him. I instinctively lay back on the table, propping myself up on my elbows, my chest heaving, breasts full and heavy, nipples aching and pointing straight up at him.He stepped right between my spread thighs, his eyes dark with hunger. One hand loosened my robe, letting it fall open completely. His large palms immediately cupped my breasts, squeezing them so tightly it made me scream.“Oh Daddy, please…” I cried out, the pressure sending sparks straight to my clit.His fingers found my cunt next. He slipped one thick finger inside, curling it deep before thrusting in and out, slow and deliberate at first, coating himself in my slick. Then he leaned his head down, spreading my legs even wider with his strong hands, holding my thighs apart as he dragged his thick tongue in a slow, torturous circle around my clit.The first touch of his hot mouth
Dianne.Was it wrong that I wanted my boyfriend’s daddy? Was it wrong that this depraved obsession was starting to make my pussy throb so hard I could barely think straight? The ache was violent, a deep, insistent pulse that made my clit swell and my walls clench around nothing. My nipples were painfully hard, pressing against the thin fabric of my robe. I was soaked, my thighs sticky, my mind a whirlwind of filthy images — all of them centered on the man standing in front of me, his wife’s absence the only thing standing between me and complete surrender.Raymond finished unzipping his trousers. His cock sprang out, heavy and thick, slapping against his stomach with a meaty sound. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen — long, veined, with a fat, flushed head already leaking precum. The shaft curved slightly upward, thick enough that my fingers wouldn’t meet if I wrapped both hands around it. It looked powerful. Intimidating. Perfect. I had every reason to thank S
Dianne.The next morning, I woke to Simon’s fingers trailing up my thighs. He lay behind me in bed, his hand slipping beneath my nightwear. His four fingers pressed flat against my pussy mound, rubbing firmly before finding my clit. With his other hand, he hiked the fabric all the way to my waist, exposing my bare ass so it pressed back against the hard bulge straining through his silk boxers.“Fuck…” I moaned, low and needy. But deep down, I wanted to scream loud enough for his father to hear every filthy sound.He rubbed my clit hard and rough, then slid two thick fingers inside me, thrusting them in and out with purpose.“Oh my God, Simon… fuck… please don’t stop.” I squirmed against him, chasing the pleasure, until the phone buzzed on the nightstand.His damn phone. And I already knew—he’d never ignore it. As usual. One time he’d pulled out mid-thrust and rushed off because his boss called.“Simon, you don’t have to do this right now,” I pleaded, breathless. “At least let us fin
Dianne.I wanted to fuck my boyfriend’s father.There was nothing I wouldn’t give for that — not my dignity, not my relationship, not even the last shred of guilt I still pretended to have. I wanted Raymond to bend me over every surface in that house, slap my ass red, choke me while he slammed that thick daddy cock into my tight, married pussy, and fill me with cum that belonged to no one but me in that moment. I wanted to moan “Daddy” while his son slept down the hall. I wanted to be his dirty little secret. His greedy, cock-starved daughter-in-law who couldn’t get enough.Maybe I was such a greedy, filthy girl to want something that was meant to be off-limits. He was my boyfriend’s father, for God’s sake. The man who was supposed to be untouchable. But what did they say about good girls? That they finish last. That they stay faithful and unsatisfied while their pussies scream for more. Well, I was done being a good girl. My dirty obsession was all about my boyfriend’s fath







