Lahat ng Kabanata ng Heated Tales: A compilation of steamy stories: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Smiling at me, she pulled back the foreskin from my hard cock and bent over it again. This time, she opened her mouth and slid her red lips over my c*ck, drawing it into her small hot mouth. I couldn't resist bucking my hips when I felt her tongue slide over the sensitive head of my c*ck, encased in her mouth. Damn!She may not have done this before, but she was a natural already.She then took my c*ck further into her mouth, sliding her red lips down the shaft until the end of my c*ck hit the back of her mouth. Slowly she moved back, her lips tight around me as she let my hard c*ck pop out of her mouth. Then she started a great rhythm on my c*ck as she fucked me with her mouth, all the time looking at me out of her sexy blue eyes while I watched my c*ck appear and then disappear into her young mouth. Cindy started to gently play with my balls while she sucked me and I could feel my cum starting to rise in my c*ck."I'm going to c*m," I said quietly although my breathing was getting

I spent most nights of my senior year in high school babysitting. It was my parent's fault, really. Apparently having a real job would affect my grades too much, so I was stuck earning my money by spending my nights in various houses, feeding Kraft Dinner and hot dogs to hyper-active kids while their parents took a night off.It wasn't terrible, by any means. In fact, I took it quite seriously. I don't mind children, and at most places I had full access to the fridge while I finished off my homework after putting the kids to bed. The pay wasn't bad, either. I liked to play games with the kids and most of the time, the kids asked for me back before their parents did. I had a pretty steady clientele, most within walking distance of my house. It was convenient for me -- I had procrastinated getting my driver's license so long that I was 18 and still only had my learner's license.It was late February when Mr. Riley called the first time. I gave my cell phone number out to my clients, and

"That's fine," I replied quietly. "I can just sleep in this."He blushed. "Well, my wife left some of her things... I haven't cleared them out of our room yet. If you'd like, you can grab something of hers."I blushed in reply but nodded, seeing as sleeping in my jeans would be kind of uncomfortable. Mr. Riley quietly moved past me and motioned for me to follow him down the hall.We entered a big master suite, and I bit my lip a bit when I saw it. Not only had Mr. Riley referred to it as "our room," as though his wife was still there, but half the room looked like it hadn't been touched since she left.His side had clothes on the floor and papers on the wardrobe, but hers was completely clean. There were even bottles of perfume still sitting on the vanity.He turned around and smiled apologetically. "I should clean up, huh," he said in a bit of a louder voice, obviously trying to joke a bit.I laughed softly. "It's fine."He motioned to the closet. "You can pick whatever you'd like. I

STUCK AT MY CLIENT'S HOUSE (5)He groaned again, leaning down to resume sucking on my tits as I started to stroke his cock. It was smooth and throbbing in my hand, and bigger than I expected. I rubbed it gently and he pushed forward in my hand, his moans stifled by my tits as he pressed his face against them.I stroked a bit harder and he thrust into my hand again, moaning. He pulled his head from my breasts and kissed me, still rubbing my clit through the shorts."Keep doing that and I'm gonna cum way too fast," he gasped. I giggled and he shook his head. "I'm not joking. I haven't gotten anything near this since Kyle was born."I raised an eyebrow and he blushed a bit. "My wife..." he started to say.I kissed him quickly and giggled again. "You don't need to explain," I said quietly, stroking his cock lightly. He groaned and rubbed my clit again."So good..."he mumbled, and I moaned as touched me. I started stroking his cock a bit faster and he groaned.After a moment he reached dow

A young lady craves the older guy who lives next door I slammed the door shut behind me as I walked into the house, back from work, the sound echoing through the empty hall. My chest felt tight with frustration, and I tossed my keys onto the counter harder than I meant to, the metal clanking loudly.Jason had called while I was driving home.“I can’t make it over tonight,” he’d said casually, as though it was no big deal. “Last-minute road trip with the guys. The team’s down a few players, so they asked me to fill in. I’ll be gone all weekend.”I’d gripped the steering wheel, trying to hide the disappointment in my voice as I replied, “Oh. Okay. Sure,” I’d said, trying to keep my voice steady. But inside, disappointment welled up, mixed with a flash of anger.After all, my parents were gone for the weekend—something that hardly ever happened. I’d spent the last couple of days planning every detail, imagining a quiet night with Jason, just the two of us. I’d even thought about taking