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STORY 15 - CUMMING FOR MY DAD'S BEST FRIEND AND HIS SON (III)
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2026-02-27 01:06:58
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DIRTY DREAMS (AN EROTICA COLLECTION) STORY 43 - SEX AS THE OTHER WOMAN (I)
I know he's married. I know it when he texts me at midnight – thinking about you – from the bed he shares with her. I know it when he books the hotel room, always under his name because he has the corporate card and I have the guilt. I know it when I cum on his cock and he whispers I love you and goes home to tuck his kids in.I'm the other woman. I hate myself for it.I keep coming back anyway.Room 714. The Mondrian. He's already inside when I knock – door opens, his hand on my wrist, pulling me in before anyone in the hallway sees.He looks like ruin. Forty-three years old, silver threading through dark hair at his temples, jaw that's sharper than a man his age has any right to. He's still in his suit from the office – charcoal, tailored, the tie loosened, top button undone, sleeves rolled to his elbows. His forearms are what got me the first time – thick, veined, a silver watch on his left wrist and a tan line on his ring finger where the wedding band usually sits.He takes it off
DIRTY DREAMS (AN EROTICA COLLECTION) STORY 42 - WET FOR THE POOL BOY (III)
The water is perfect. Cool against our sun-heated skin. He just cleaned it – the water crystal clear, chlorine-fresh, sparkling in the afternoon light.He pulls me in from the shallow end steps. The water hits my waist – cool against my overheated pussy, soothing my spanked ass – and he pulls me against him. My legs wrap around his waist. His cock, hard again already – twenty-five, god bless twenty-five – presses against my entrance underwater."I've imagined this since June," he says. "You in this pool. Wrapped around me."He slides inside me in the water. The buoyancy makes everything dreamlike – I'm weightless, floating, his cock filling me while the water laps at my tits. He grabs my ass and moves me – pulling me onto him, pushing me off – using the water to control the rhythm."Ride me," he says. "Use me."I roll my hips. Grinding, feeling his cock shift inside me underwater. The water amplifies every sensation – cool liquid against my hot, swollen pussy, his warm cock inside me,
DIRTY DREAMS (AN EROTICA COLLECTION) STORY 42 - WET FOR THE POOL BOY (II)
His mouth is eager, sloppy, hungry – not the refined technique of an older man but the enthusiastic desperation of a twenty-five-year-old who's been fantasizing about this pussy for three months. He licks me in broad, wet strokes – entrance to clit, over and over – groaning against me like he's tasting something he's been starving for."Oh god –" My hands find his hair – damp with sweat, curling. I grip and pull him closer and his tongue speeds up on my clit.He pushes two fingers inside me. I'm so wet they slide in effortlessly and he moans against my pussy at the feeling – the slick heat of me gripping his fingers."You're soaked," he says against my clit. "How long have you been this wet?""Since June. Since the first Thursday you walked into my backyard."He sucks my clit between his lips. His fingers curl upward. And I cum – on my kitchen counter, on a twenty-five-year-old's face, my thighs clamping around his head, my back arching, my moan echoing off the tiles of a kitchen that
DIRTY DREAMS (AN EROTICA COLLECTION) STORY 42 - WET FOR THE POOL BOY (I)
Thursday, 2 PM. Like clockwork.I hear his truck pull into the driveway and I'm already at the bedroom window – the one that overlooks the backyard, the pool, the stone deck where he'll spend the next two hours making me question every decision that led to this invisible life.His name is Caleb. Twenty-five. The pool service company sent him in June when our regular guy retired and I opened the back door expecting a middle-aged man with a beer gut and chlorine-stained khakis and instead got – him.Tall. Lean but muscled, the kind of body built by actual labor – hauling equipment, lifting filters, working in the sun until his skin turned deep gold. Sandy brown hair that curls when it's wet, which it always is by the end because he sweats through his tank top within twenty minutes. Arms that flex when he skims the surface. Hands that grip the pool net like – I need to stop.I'm forty-two. Married. My husband travels four days a week selling medical equipment to hospitals that don't retu
DIRTY DREAMS (AN EROTICA COLLECTION) STORY 41 - BEING HIS SLUTTY PLAYTHING (IV)
The word daddy snaps something in him. He slams inside me so hard my bound wrists jerk against the headboard and a sound tears from my throat that's more animal than human. He's deeper than before – the angle of my bound, arched body opening me up completely, his cock driving past my cervix into something beyond.He fucks me bound and blindfolded. His hands free to do whatever they want – and they want everything. One hand grabs my throat, squeezing the sides while his cock rams into me. The other finds my tit – squeezing, pinching my nipple hard enough that I scream behind my bitten lip, then twisting, pulling it taut, his fingers brutal on the sensitive peak."Say it again," he growls. "What you called me.""Daddy – fuck me harder daddy –"His hips accelerate. The bed slams the wall – a steady, violent rhythm that shakes the headboard against my bound wrists. His hand tightens on my throat. My vision swims behind the blindfold – colors in the darkness, spots of light that aren't rea
DIRTY DREAMS (AN EROTICA COLLECTION) STORY 41 - BEING HIS SLUTTY PLAYTHING (III)
I cum screaming into the mattress. My body bucking beneath his weight, my pussy convulsing around his cock, his hand squeezing my throat, his teeth in my shoulder. The orgasm tears through me so violently I see white and feel my body leave the mattress for a moment – just an arch, his weight pressing me back down – and he groans and buries himself to the hilt and lets go.I feel every pulse. Hot, thick ropes of cum flooding my wrecked pussy, filling me in waves while he holds himself deep and his teeth stay embedded in my shoulder and his hand loosens on my throat and he empties everything into me.He stays. Both of us panting. His full weight on my back. His cock softening inside me. His cum warm and thick, seeping from around him onto the pillow beneath my hips.He rolls off. Lies beside me. For a moment, nothing. Just breathing.Then his hand – the hand that slapped me and choked me and pulled my hair – reaches out. Traces my jawline. Gentle. The same tenderness that's been there f
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