I shuddered with dread and delight as my daddy’s rough hands squeezed my tight, smooth ass cheeks, and then began to squeeze the insides of my thighs too. His hand brushed the gusset of my panties, and I heard him groan as he felt how wet I was. “Ohhh, baby” he hissed, and then began to massage my pussy through the soft, silky fabric of my underwear “you’re nice and wet for daddy, aren’t you!” I felt so ashamed as he spoke. But I knew, deep down, that I wanted it. I wanted him to slide his fingers inside the gusset of my panties and begin playing with my aching, throbbing clit. I wanted him to fill my hungry pussy! I wanted him to fuck me! I began grinding myself against his hand, showing him how horny I was. I couldn’t speak because of the cock in my mouth, but it was clear what my desires were.
My stepdad groaned in appreciation again and then began to peel my panties away from my soaking wet pussy. I squealed with delight as I felt the hard tip of his prick, teasing my quivering, wet opening. I couldn’t believe I was giving my pussy up to my own stepdad! I was such a filthy little slut! And Daddy knew it... “Filthy slut!” he barked, spanking me hard on my ass so that I cried out in pain, and choked painfully on Greg’s huge prick. I winced again as my stepdad continued to spank me, and I felt tears brimming in the corners of my eyes. This was so wrong! I felt so ashamed of myself! But I did nothing to stop him. “Is her pussy tight?” Greg grunted, his voice uneven and raspy as he continued to violate my mouth. Pleasure was taking him, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before he shot his load down my throat. The thought of it made me tremble with strange anticipation. “Oohhh yeah” Daddy said in a smooth voice “tight, pink and wet – just the way I like it!” With those words he slid his stiff cock into me and caused me to moan like a silly whore. I couldn’t believe how good it felt to break such a huge taboo. I never would have guessed that my stepdad had such a huge cock, but the way he filled me up proved that it was so.
He delved inside me with deep, powerful thrusts that were painful as well as exhilarating. My tight little pussy stretched around his shaft, causing me to whine and squirm. He spanked my sore ass cheek once again and then started to fuck me, brutally. I choked and gagged on Greg’s cock as Daddy forced his way up inside me, yanking on my hair and spanking my ass, showing me that he and he alone was the one in control. He was so huge, and I felt a dull ache in the pit of my stomach every time he slammed into me. But every time I made any sound of discomfort or pain, he just slapped me even harder on the ass. “Dirty... fucking... bitch!” he grunted as he thrust into me. His words worked me up into a frenzy! I was a dirty little bitch! A cheap little slut; in need of Daddy’s huge cock to come and straighten me out. I had every intention of fucking Greg that day, but instead I found myself on my knees, taking Daddy’s huge cock until I felt like I could take no more. Greg didn’t seem to mind though. He grunted and growled, grabbing me under the chin and tilting my face up to look at him.
“Look at me!” he commanded “look at me while I feed you!” I felt his prick beginning to convulse and shudder in my mouth, and he squeezed it hard at the base of his shaft. I looked up at him through tear streaked eyes and saw his face as he let go completely. He yelped as his cock exploded in my mouth, and tilted my head back as he tipped his hot, sticky cum down my throat. “Drink it, bitch!” he hissed, causing my pussy to swell and quiver at his dirty words. I swallowed him down, feeling myself getting more turned on by the second. My pussy tightened around Daddy’s shaft and I realised that I was about to cum. Greg pulled out of my mouth and I gasped, relieved to be able to breathe freely. But Instead of panting for air, I found myself screaming out. “I’m such a naughty girl, Daddy!” I cried, urging my stepdad to fuck me harder “I’m so sorry Daddy. I’m just a horny little slut. I can’t help it. I need discipline!” My stepdad gasped at the filthy words that were coming out of my mouth, and to my delight he began fucking me harder. He slammed into me over and over, with such a force that it took my breath away as I cried and screamed with pleasure. “FUCK ME, DADDY!!” I wailed, feeling my pussy starting to shudder.
My stepdad’s prick slammed against my G-spot, over and over until I felt like I was going to explode. Then, with a loud yelp of ecstasy, my stepdad buried his finger in my asshole as he shot his load inside of me. It was too much to handle, and I came immediately – squirting my juices all over him as he pumped me to the brim. I’d never felt so filthy and fantastic in all of my life, and for a while afterwards I was literally delirious with pleasure. It took a while for me to gather my senses, but when I finally did I realised that I was laid on my side in the foetal position, with a huge grin on my face. Daddy and Greg were stood over me, looking as pleased with themselves as I was. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson” my stepdad said. His voice was stern, but his face was relaxed and still mildly excited as he drank in the sight of my quivering body. He and Greg really had made a fantastic mess of me and I couldn’t help but grin in response. “I think so, Daddy” I said with a smile “sometimes I just need somebody to keep me in line. I’ll try to be a good girl in future” He and Greg grinned at each other. It was clear that I didn’t mean what I said, and it was clear that they would take great pleasure in disciplining me the next time I stepped out of line. I never knew my daddy could be so dirty!
There was a considerable amount of precum on the head of his cock, and she rubbed the tip around to spread it. She tugged him into her, the thick glans making an audible “pop” when her ass closed around it. Her low moan started again, rising in pitch as she balanced the pain and the pleasure. Unable to restrain himself, Preston groaned and emptied his load inside the dry heat of her ass. Belinda screamed “No!” and refused to allow him to pull out of her. He was young, and he was still hard.Belinda pushed back, using his cum as a lubricant and forcing his hard cock deep inside her ass. The only way to describe what happened next would be to say that Belinda went ballistic. It was all Preston could do to hold onto the frantically orgasming woman. “Don’t stop you bastard!” she screamed. It was the dirtiest, most guttural thing she cold think of to say. Belinda’s mind had left her and she was possessed by a woman who wanted to be a dirty, slutty whore and she didn’t have the vocabulary t
Belinda’ s caught in her throat as Preston Jennings pressed his erection against the crack of her ass through the thin dress she wore. It was driving her wild even though the act it promised was a taboo so strong that she and her husband had never even discussed it. Right this moment, bent over the copy machine in the copy room of her office, she wanted nothing more than she wanted to strip naked for this handsome young turk and have him thrust that hard erection of his deep into her ass. Belinda Harrison had never dreamed of cheating on her husband. Her sex life was quite satisfactory, thank you.Once a week she lifted her nightgown and allowed her loving husband to stick his erection inside her and thrust away until he flooded her with his seed. It gave her a warm and pleasant feeling inside to feel Luke collapse on her small breasts, spent. She loved to hold him in her arms, knowing she had conquered the beast inside of him once more. The feelings generated by Preston’s attentions
Blowjobs were not something new to her, though until now they had been hurried, furtive acts in the front seats of cars and once against a willow tree at a barbecue. Always before she had sensed the eruption coming and taken her mouth off, watching the gluey stuff shoot out the tip. Almost all the guys she had blown had either begged her to let them cum in her mouth or had tried to hold her head in place, but she had refused because it seemed kind of gross to her. What was happening now wasn’t gross at all.Her daddy loved her, and his penis was swelling and shooting his essence inside her mouth, the thick cream coating the inside of her throat with its hot sticky wetness. The taste was mostly bland, with a hint of the taste of honeyed almonds. Surprisingly, Gillian felt an amazing upwelling of deep emotion at Hugh’s reaction to her willing acceptance of his cum in her mouth. Closing her lips tightly around his shaft she smiled and swallowed enthusiastically. “Oh my god,” Hugh said, h
The first time she came to him in the night, shivering in the thin cheap rayon nightie that he could see clear through, they both knew it was wrong. The wispy panties had been so insubstantial that he could barely tell she had any on. Their kisses had been timid at first, exploratory. Her lips against his were soft and slippery, as if she had never kissed before, but she was a natural. The first time he traced the contours of her body, outside the nightie, she quivered with suppressed excitement and the need to be silent, but the way her head burrowed into his neck and the enthusiasm with which she parted her thin legs told him she wanted to feel his hands on her.Her tentative first investigation of his cock through his pajama pants was nevertheless thorough and the silence surrounding them was punctuated by the sharp intake of her breath when she felt it move beneath her touch. She liked to turn the lamp on so that he could see her. Though she was covered by the nightie, she knew ve
Lyle sensed the change, and he held on for dear life as Nita devoured his cock. He reached for her hips and tried to swing them over his head so that he could lick her sweet pussy as she was pleasuring him. “No…first… first!” she panted, taking her mouth off him for the precious seconds it took to utter the words before she plunged him back into the depths of her throat. She was fucking him with her throat now, there was no other way to describe what was happening. Lyle lay back on the bed, his hands touching her precious breasts and stroking the flat surface of her belly. Nita was kneading his balls, squeezing them softly and marveling at their fullness in her hands. For whatever the reason, it had become the focus of her life to give this man as much pleasure as she was capable of, and she was determined to let him know in every way that she could. She took her mouth off him, fighting with herself to keep it off long enough to utter the words she needed to say. Without taking her ey
Nita kept it shaved smooth so that she didn’t look tacky in her bikini. She shivered at the thought that the door was open and he might see her. It was frightening to think he might catch her naked, and it was exciting too. The wetness between her legs wasn’t all from the shower. Nita was a little nervous getting out of the shower, but she took a deep breath and stepped out. Lyle wasn’t there, and she breathed a sigh, half in relief, and half in disappointment. She dried off with a towel and peeked down the hallway to see if Lyle had come up. The disappointment was deeper this time. Disheartened, Nita wrapped the towel around herself and walked to her bedroom. She dropped the towel at the foot of her bed and reached for the tired old gown. “Nita?” Lyle called out and immediately covered his eyes. “Jesus, I’m sorry Nita,” he said, backing out of her bedroom. “Daddy,” she called out, chasing him into the hallway. “Daddy, come back-“ “ Nita, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you weren’t dressed,
Bedtime was the best part of the day for eighteen year old Nita Bainbridge. She loved to go upstairs for her nightly shower, then shower and slip on the old and paper thin flannel nightgown that she had put on every night since she had turned fifteen. It had been a birthday present from her stepfather, Lyle Hannover. Nita had spotted the nightgown during a shopping trip and her mother, Althea Hannover, had turned up her nose at the garment and insisted on a frilly, girly teddy that Nita had not been comfortable with. Lyle had noticed how much she liked the nightgown and bought it for her later. In the last six months Nita had started wearing the flannel gown with nothing underneath it, the soft fabric felt good against her skin, and especially on her nipples. There were places in the fabric that were so thin that she could see right through it-and that was the biggest reason that she wore it so often now. Her crush on Lyle had begun to develop years before, but in recent months she ha
Neither of us gave into the more rational side of our brains and stopped what's about to happen. I licked my index finger and my middle finger, then ran them over my pink nipples, becoming more and more excited as my daddy watched. I could see the bulge of his cock straining against the fabric of his pants, and a gasped with delight when he undid his zipper and took out his huge, hard dick. "Fuck, I want you so bad right now” my stepdad whispered, causing me to go weak all over. I smiled at him, and bit my lip as I rubbed one hand against my chest and then slid my other down to my dripping, wet pussy. I took my panties to one side and slipped finger inside myself, groaning and gasping as my daddy looked on in delight. He began massaging his cock, grunting with satisfaction as I continued to finger-fuck myself in front of him. I knew what we were doing was wrong, but just didn't care. Something inside of me had broken that night, and I no longer felt like his stepdaughter. All I felt l
The woman who picked me up wasn’t very chatty. I was kind of glad – as I’d never gotten into the car with a stranger before, and I was unsure what to say. I didn’t want to make polite conversation, and clearly she didn’t either – so we just drove in silence for the next three hours. I asked her to drop me off on the outskirts of the small village where the nearest hostel was, and she obliged. My eyes began to droop again as the dark countryside zoomed past, and the rhythmic humming of the engine had a strangely hypnotic affect on me. My head flopped forwards onto my rucksack even lower, and before I knew it I was snoring. Suddenly, I flinched as I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and saw the woman peering at me with a kind expression on her face. “We’re here” she said, gesturing to the building we were parked in front of “I figured I’d just take a detour and drop you off at the hostel. It’s very late, and I wouldn’t feel right having you walk through the village on your own.” H