Why the fuck do bad things happen to me? I feel like I just attract them. Because how the hell did I find myself in this predicament?
I thought and thought about what I really wanted to do, and if I even had a choice in the matter. I really, really didn’t want Dad to see or even know about the pictures. He would be so pissed. Last time he caught me sexting, he threatened to take away my college fund. “A lady doesn’t act that way,” he had said when he reprimanded me. If he found out I was doing it again, damn... Not just sexting this time, sending photos. Nude photos!! To his friend and business partner for fuxks sake! I'd be disowned for sure! So, I took my clothes off, knelt on the floor, and looked into the camera. My nipples were hard. My stomach was sucked in. My lips were pursed. I needed the picture to be perfect because I really, really didn’t want to retake it again for him. After I sent the stupid picture, I lay on my bed. My pussy throbbed at the thought of him in his meeting, dick hard against his pants. Him trying to hide his hard-on in front of Dad. Fuck. That was even more dirty than if his son had seen them. Even now, I couldn't quite tell which I preferred. I pushed my hand in my pants, teasing my clit. Fucking hell, everything about it was so confusing and so fucking hot. A few hours passed, and he didn’t text me back. I hoped that was enough to keep him over and to keep his mouth shut. FOREVER! At seven p.m. sharp, Dad yelled upstairs to me, “Amara, the Williams are here.” I grabbed my phone and smoothed out my conservative navy-blue dress. Making sure all of the goodies were covered up. I didn’t want Mr. Williams to get the wrong idea, especially with my family at the dinner table. When I walked down the stairs, my heart was pounding against my chest. Everyone was already sitting at the dinner table, waiting for me. As soon as I stepped into the room, Mr. Williams’s blue eyes pierced through mine. His cream sweater hugged his body. Lord have mercy. Bad-boy Kelvin was eying me, giving me that look he always did. Deep. Dark. Dangerous. Yet all I could think about was how I took a picture of myself, sitting on my knees, breasts on full display, and eyes wide, looking like I was waiting for his father’s cock. My cheeks flushed, and I sat down next to him at the table. Only wishing that this dinner would go as smoothly as every other one had. But of course, things never went as planned. Halfway through dinner, my phone buzzed in my lap. My heart jumped in my chest when I saw the message from Mr Williams on the scroll bar. Mr. Williams: Put your vibrator inside of you. I stared, wide-eyed, at the phone and gazed up at Mr. Williams to see him in conversation with my dad. Me: I don’t have a vibrator. After I replied, I went back to talking to Kelvin. Who had still not noticed what was going on between I and his father. From the corner of my eye, I watched Mr. Williams look down at his phone and glance at me. I averted my gaze immediately. The thrill of everything was getting to me. I knew his eyes were still on me, because I could feel the burning, heated gaze. He didn’t respond. Instead, he cleared his throat. “Steve,” he said, looking at my dad, “did you know that your daughter has excellent photography skills?” My head snapped right to him, just as my eyes widened as I glared at him, shock running through my veins. He smirked. Fuck him! Dad smiled. “No, I didn’t. That's news to me. You’re interested in photography, sweetie?” Oh, fuck me. And fuck the maniac sitting before me, smirking like he just played a winning hand in a game of chess. I forced a smile on my face. “Yes.” “Why haven’t we seen any of your work, sweetie? Shouldn't you share your work? With us? I could even help out, you know... Publisize it, put it out there so others can see it too. You don't want to share them? he asked. I clenched my jaw, anger boiling inside of me. Why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why. WHY? Why did he have to do this now? “I like keeping it to myself,” I stated, hopinghe would drop the subject. “I have some of her pictures, if you would like to see them,” Mr. Williams started.As she moved her head and sucked his huge, delicious schlong, Violeta made her she took in long, deep breaths between sucks and licks, to enable her keep going for longer without chocking or gagging.“Jesus Christ!” Raymond yelped, cum spurting from the tip of his erection and straight into her mouth and down her lips and throat. Violeta refused to move her head away from his erupting prick, insisting on keeping her lips tight around his shaft as he pumped his thick, creamy sperm into her throat. In spite of her innocent appearance, there was a wicked, knowing gleam in the huge blue eyes staring into his. She had practiced with lesser men for this moment.She had sucked any and everything just for that look, three look he was giving her at that moment. He was her main goal and obsession. And her dreams were coming to pass. However much or little experience she had, Violeta knew exactly what she was doing to Raymond. She refused to let go of his cock until long after the last of h
Everyone had a dream, a goal that had always wanted and planned to reach. For some it was educational, for others it was marriage or to get rich.... But for Violeta, it was to be 18.Violeta had always wanted to be 18 years old and a legal adult since she started her puberty. All because of one man, one sexy, hot as sin man. Her babysitter. He was a live-in baby sitter for her and her twin siblings and all Violeta had ever wanted was for him to ram his large cock into her still she was impaled by him. She was small and petite, but she did not mind dangling from his cock like a fairy on a finger. Raymond, of course, had seen her many times in various states of undress, and he had never paid a great deal of attention to it. She was, after all, underage and very underdeveloped. The morning of her eighteenth birthday, however, Raymond had come racing downstairs and leaped at her, giving her a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek. Raymond didn’t notice, but in wrapping his arm around h
The tempo starting was hot and heavy now. She was working on my cock and I was bringing her to orgasms with my hand and fingers. She squeezed her legs together around my hand and I worked her hard and she rolled on her side uncontrollably as she came. I told her I was about to cum. She said, "I want you in my mouth." Meg had always given the best hand jobs and blow job's. One day I joked, asking were she used to work before we met. She had laughed and asked if I meant she worked at a strip club. And even now, was enjoying sucking my cock and she started letting out soft moans and slurps as she followed her mouth with her fist up and down. The feeling was FANTASTIC and in no time at all, I started helping her out with a little humping motion of my own. I reached back down to find that smooth soft skin of her pussy again and went back to work, curling my finger inside her and massaging her spongy and aroused g-spot, which only increased her moaning and her frequency. She came
I tried my best not to stare at her juicy pussy, but as she spread her legs wider as I got closer, I cursed under my breath as my eyes fell on her pussy against my will, she was fully shaved. She had definitely prepared to kill me with list in this honeymoon. As my hands passed close, I could feel the steam of her pussy against my fingers. It made my own cock bob up and down like a snake sniffing the air in anticipation. She started slowly grinding into the pillow beneath her hips. I love the feeling of a shaved pussy in my hand. There is no softer skin on a woman's body than the skin between her lips and her inner thigh. All the urges in my body were guiding my hand to the soft, swollen skin of her pussy, but I told myself 'not yet' and held back. I left her inner thighs and proceeded north. I wanted to apply a lot of oil now, so I surprised her by dripping the oil directly from the bottle onto her fleshy, round ass. She jumped a little as the cold oil hit the skin. I pu
Without any mention, she looked down and stepped to the side and out of her skirt. As I stood back up, I replayed my path with kisses on her opposite leg and side. With the skirt still in my hands, I calmly turned and laid her skirt over the back of the couch next to her blouse. She was beautiful. So beautiful in her white garter, red lace G string , and thigh-high stockings. I took one of her hands in mine and turned her facing me. We looked directly at each other for a moment, my heart filled with intense love for her. With her still in my hand, I guided her to the bed. As she stood there, I drew the covers completely off onto the floor and placed a pillow in the middle of the bed and at the foot and directed her to lay face down with the pillow under her hips and her ankles. I calmly stripped in front of her while she rolled on her side watching. No doubt, by this time I had a hard-on that you could have used as a tuning fork and as I removed my shorts, it sprang straight up
I love my wife. I have loved her and I will continue to love her. I do everything for my wife. I do everything that she asks of me and in that, is where I find my peace and joy.My name is Harry and my wife had always wanted a cute, vanilla honeymoon. I knew she didn't have it in her to be tied and flogged and spanked. She always enjoyed soft, sensual and precious sex, and that's what I had planned to give her. When we landed in the Bahamas for our destination honeymoon, we barely spend time outside of our hotel even when we were checking in. A few minutes we entered our luxurious looking room, I stepped a little closer and lowered my head next to hers so that I was now looking down over her shoulder and down the front of her blouse and such that she could feel my breath on her bare neck. I allowed my hard-on, now pushing against the inside of my pants, to just barely brush her ass through her skirt for a moment and then kept myself back and away as she tried to push her ass back