Semua Bab Heated Tales: A compilation of steamy stories: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Continuation: His daughter's tîts "I sort of guessed something was up," he said quietly."Are you mad at me?" she asked. "Do you think I'm a horrible person?""Not at all," he said. "It was unexpected, and probably pretty weird, but it didn't hurt anything. As long as you're not upset about it.""I liked it," she said. "I needed it, I think. It helped me organize my thoughts.""It did the opposite to me," he laughed. "It sort of made it hard to think about anything else.""It wasn't sort of hard," she teased. "It was really fucking hard."As she said that she moved her hand and touched the front of his pants, pressing her fingers against his erection."Just like now," she whispered with a grin."I'm sorry honey," he said. "I should have been more careful.""Don't be sorry," she said. "It's sort of flattering. Besides I like it.""You don't think it's wrong?" he asked softly.She traced her fingers over the shape of his cock, loving how hard he was just from being near her."It's not

"Let’s go, Alex! We’ll hit traffic if we leave much later," my mom yelled."I’m coming!" I snapped back. "I don’t know why we always have to leave so early," I muttered under my breath."Watch your tone, young man," my father said. His voice was firm but not yet angry—a clear warning. I knew I was on thin ice. If he had caught the "damn" in my earlier grumble, it would have been an entirely different conversation.My father demanded absolute respect from his children toward all adults."Yes, sir," I mumbled, grabbing my bag and heading down the stairs.I was halfway through my freshman year of college and no longer the lanky high school boy I’d been last year. I’d always been in good shape, having started competing in triathlons when I was ten. I was even training for an Ironman next spring. But like most endurance athletes, I had always been slim with little muscle definition.My roommate at State, however, was a bodybuilder. We struck up a great friendship: I helped him improve his

CONTINUATION: MY CHRISTMAS WISH"I'm a virgin; I've never been past 2nd base." I said slightly louder, but with even less conviction. "What's 2nd base?" "Ah, ah, um, we made out. Kissed and she gave me a hand job. I got to rub her tits and pussy." Again, as soon as the words left my mouth I regretted them. 'Tits and pussy', such a high school thing to say. "Relax sweetie, we are going to change all that tonight." Suddenly, a hallway light came on. We both held our breath as footsteps began to move towards us. "I'll jump in the shower; you head back to your room." Clair whispered in a commanding voice. As I started to leave the bathroom, she touched my arm, "We will finish this later Alex." I thought my cock would explode right then. This woman, so sexy it hurt to look at her, promising me we would finish what we just started. I walked out into the hallway to see my father headed towards me. He was dressed in boxers. "Trouble sleeping?" Dad asked in a hushed voice. "Huh?" I

Continuation: Taken at the car park by four men!********************"That's it, pound that slutty pussy!" Another person yelled. I'm not a slut! Helen thought as waves of pleasure crashed through her. She was slowly building towards orgasm and her moans were much louder now, even muffled by the engorged dick in her mouth.Behind her, Chris growled softly. "I'm about to cum."Hot cum flooded her pussy.Three more vicious thrusts jetted more hot spunk into her tight minge, and she felt it oozing down her legs, but she was disappointed.She hadn't gotten to her climax yet, and she felt her arousal fade as Chris withdrew his dick.A voice laughed. "Sloppy seconds for you, Andy. What a filthy slut!"She felt insulted, then realised she was willingly allowing two men to fuck her. More than willingly, she yearned for them to pound her hard.Perhaps, I am a slut. She wondered. Andy pulled his rigid dick from her mouth. Then, Helen shot a glance at her audience once more as Chris and An

Fiona looked at herself in the floor length mirror. She lightly ran her fingers through her long wavy dark hair, parted down the middle, brushing it onto her tanned bare shoulders.She looked at her make-up, pursing her lips to make sure there wasn't too much red lipstick, and then checking the light black eyeliner and blue eye shadow that complimented her deep blue eyes.She leaned back and ran her hands over the tight black dress that hugged her fit but curvaceous figure. Thin straps went over her bare shoulders, invisible with her hair draped over her shoulders. The neckline was cut down possibly too low, revealing her ample cleavage but she smiled and pushed her breasts together, amplifying the effect.The dress hugged her hips and butt tightly then stopped short at mid-thigh revealing her long toned legs, clad in stockings. The dress was tight enough to see the garter belt beneath the dress, clipped to her stockings.The black heels were toeless with straps around her ankles and