LOGINDaddy laid down and wiggled a finger at me. So, I climbed up on his mattress and squatted over his face. My entire body was on fire as his tongue darted all around me down there. His hands cupped my bottom and I leaned back a little, letting my hands fall to the tops of his thighs as he licked between my legs. “Oh...oh God above!” I cried out, feeling an intense orgasm quickly approach. Daddy reached up with one hand and fondled my breast, teasing my nipple as his tongue lapped at my swollen tissue. I was swimming in heavenly bliss, and as fire crept along my skin, I exploded once again, listening to his tongue slick back and forth across my clit. He pulled it into his mouth and sucked on the tissue gently as I came, my nails digging into his flesh and my moans of pleasure filling the room. My body thrashed, and I clamped his head between my legs so hard I thought he would protest. But he didn’t.
I took him past my lips, smelling his musky scent, tasting the saltiness of the tip, the thick fluid that flowed from him. He moved forward, giving a firm thrust and hitting the back of my throat. I choked and coughed, but then he pulled out, gripping my hair in his strong hands. “Mmm, so good, Ginny,” he growled. I began sucking him, using my tongue to swirl along his length, getting myself acquainted with all the ridges and veins that covered him. His thrusts became predictable, steady, as he moved in and out of my mouth.I felt desire building between my legs, a strong urge to touch myself. My own fluid was seeping out of me, more shame to face later when washing my clothes. I wanted to touch myself, but I craved Daddy’s touch worse. And with the hopes that he would touch me next, bring me to orgasm once again, I shifted my thoughts from touching myself to touching him. I reached up with my free h
My daddy was touching my pussy...i could not believe it...I bit my lip as his fingers ran deftly through the thick tuft of hair over my mound, gently caressing me just above my most sensitive area. My body ached on a scale that was so intense, I didn’t know what to make of it. It felt like I had been lit on fire, with the sparks landing right at my core. I ended up involuntarily thrusting forward. “Spread your legs for me, Ginny, and let me touch you. I know you have desires. All women do, even though you ain’t supposed to.” Oh god, how I had needed this, dreamed of this. My body had been craving a man’s hands for so long. And all this time I had believed that something was wrong with me. There was this moment that I danced on that line, knowing that once we crossed it, we could never go back. But his fingers were right there. And if my father was telling me to do something, I should obey. Just because I was eighteen d
I fell in love with my father. I know it sounds wrong, and I would never tell anyone that I feel this way, not that I have anyone to tell. But it’s not that wrong because he’s not my real Daddy. He married my mama when I was six years old because my real father died fighting in the Great War. And my step father wanted nothing more than a family to take care of. I suppose I’m lucky he stepped up to the responsibility. He’s a good man when it comes down to it. Even if he does touch himself in the night and make my heat flesh and make me throb between my legs. I also notice that when I’m halfway between my cycles every month I get particularly hot and bothered. Daddy tends to touch me more, and he stands a little closer while looking over my shoulder at what I’m cooking for supper. Last night, he was touching himself for a long time. His grunts of pleasure seemed to go for hours, and I found myself getting wet b
Jessica sits back down after three short sessions in the office bathroom.She sniffs her fingers, and could still vaguely smell the scent of her arousal on her fingers. “Having fun, Jessica?” Mr Ryan asks, interrupting her thoughts. Jessica jumped, embarrassed at having been caught. Her mind flashes back to the grin he placed on his face through the screen earlier."Oh, Sir. I...uh..did not hear you come in. I hope your lunch with Miss Alice went great" He still looked so good, too good, she could fucking eat him up. Fuck!! This wasn't a crush anymore. It was an obsession. Mr Ryan did not respond, just leans on her computer desk and stares down at her like she had done something wrong. He knew she had watched him, he knew and he was probably here to punish her. Would he sack her? How would she explain her way out of this issue? She realized from his casual stance he’d been watching her for a while. “I uh... Um... I don't know
Turning her head back to the screen, Jessica took in the sight of Miss Alice’s reddening buttocks while she pulled her own skirt up past her thighs. She pressed her hand against the damp cotton of her panties, finding the pressure her clit needed. Mr Ryan was once again stroking the woman’s butt, occasionally dipping a finger between her thighs. Every time he did, she pushed back against him. But then he’d pull away, moving his hand upward. After a minute or so, his palm slammed down on Miss Alice’s ass again. A whimper escaped Jessica's lips. She could almost feel the sting of the slap shooting through her veins, quickly becoming pleasure. She slipped her hand inside her underwear and began to rub fiercely. “You’ve been a very bad girl, Alice,” Mr Ryan was saying as he continued to alternate between slapping and stroking the woman’s butt. “Let me hear you say it.” Ms Alice tried to say something but her voice caught on a sob of pleasure
Sarah's phone buzzed softly on the nightstand. It was probably a reply from Mark. She didn’t reach for it. Instead she stayed there, breathing slow, pussy still tender and wet, caught between the anger and the unwanted heat the memory had stirred up all over again. Sarah lay there for another long
Sarah was so fucking horny...She was literally dripping into her already soaking panties. She slammed the front door shut and kicked off her heels, the sound sharp in the quiet house. Her skin felt too fucking tight with need pooling between her legs. She’d been wet for hours, the ache building t
Sarah’s fingers gripped the edge of the desk tighter, her breasts pressed flat against the scattered papers, nipples hard against the cool ink. Mark’s mouth was relentless between her thighs—tongue dragging slowly through her soaked folds, sucking noisily on her dripping pussy like he couldn’t get e
Sarah pulled into the parking lot outside Barrister Mark Thompson’s office building at 6:54 PM, her hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles paled. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She checked her reflection in the rearview mirror—cheeks flushed deep pink, pupils blown wide, lip







