All Chapters of On My Knees, Daddy: A Steamy Compilation of Erotic Stories : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

She arrives five minutes early. I’ve been waiting for an hour. I hear her before I see her—that signature clip of stilettos on paving stones. Small, hurried, excited steps.I turn to watch her. Jacket, pencil skirt, white blouse, slim folio case, and serious sandals. Her gaze flits across the street, and I relish these seconds where I can just observe her. When she finally sets eyes on me, her business face melts into a broad smile. Her steps quicken, and she flings herself at me, arms wide open.“You managed to get away?” We grip each other, perhaps tighter than is appropriate for a public setting, and break away quickly… too quickly… that fizzy anticipation causing unnecessary nerves.“Naturellement,” she replies, in a playful French accent. “Would I let you down? Pas moi.”She never lets me down. Ever. She gets precious few opportunities to slip away from her husband, so when one presents itself, she always sends a message well in advance to give me time to make my own plans to be

Midnight Backshots With My Neighbour(2)She fidgeted, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear and giving a soft, nervous laugh to fill the pause. “Sorry, that probably came out wrong. I just meant... the walls are thin, and—”Collins cut in before she could backpedal any further, his voice was a little rough. “No. You’re right. That was me.”Another moment of silence went by, and Collins was staring at his feet."Sorry, I was just..." Trisha muttered.Collins let out a low chuckle. "No, it’s fine. Trust me, I’ve noticed how quiet things have been lately." He gave her a slow, knowing look. "Too damn quiet."Trisha grinned. "Well, you know just as well as I do… I’m not getting any either. Not for a while now."Collins raised a brow. "That’s a shame. A woman like you should be getting fúcked every night."That comment made her heart skip. She looked up at him, and the tension between them thickened instantly.“Really?” she asked.“Yeah. You should be having séx very often. You're d

On move-in day at Eastbridge University, Marin stepped into her new room with a shaky breath. She had promised herself that college would be the place where she finally stopped pretending to be the quiet girl from a small southern town. She wanted freedom. She wanted trouble. She wanted to feel something she had never allowed herself to feel.She told herself that she would try everything she had been too scared to do at home, even if it frightened her. When Tessa walked in with that bright smile and that same restless energy in her eyes, Marin felt an instant spark of recognition. It felt like meeting someone who carried the same secret hunger.Neither of them had asked for a roommate, so the housing office paired them up using their dull survey questions about study habits and sleeping schedules. Somehow that simple matching system got it right. They clicked. They ended up sharing similarities and laughing at the same things.They complained about the same small town rules. They sh

Frat House Orgy (3) "Babe, your pussy says you're ready. Are you ready for my big cock to take that cherry?" "Fuck me with that black cock," Ellen said through her heavy breathing. Precum was dripping from Kellan's black cock as he moved between Tessa's legs. He rubbed it along the length of his cock, knowing it would help as he took her cherry. Kneeling with the head of his cock rubbing against her pussy lips, he moved it to the entrance of her cunt. "Be easy, take it slow," Tessa said. "That cock is huge, and I want to remember this as a good thing!" Kellan gently pressed against her hymen, and she flinched, asking him to wait. He pulled back and then pushed against her again, feeling her hymen move slightly this time. "Be gentle," she whispered. "Come on, girl, you came here to get your cherry popped by black cock," Ke

Ethan’s neighbour moved in three months ago. Three months and seven days to be precise. He could remember the exact moment she got out of her car that Saturday morning. His wife could remember it too, but she could not be as precise as Ethan. Ethan remembered being drawn to the woman’s long blonde hair and fresh skin under her fawn mac. He also remembered that Harper was annoyed with him. She whispered, “Don’t stare,” under her breath. He hoped that his wife of ten years did not notice, even though he had only seen this new neighbour for a few seconds. He was already captivated. Ethan forced a small laugh, turned away, and looked down the road as they drove off for their weekend shopping. He did not look back, but the image stayed in his mind. The collar