All Chapters of On My Knees, Daddy: A Steamy Compilation of Erotic Stories : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

A Slut For My Professor (11)The lights are dim, almost too dim to see clearly at first. My heels click softly against the marble floor as I step deeper inside, hand still clasped in his. Slowly, as my eyes adjust, the room comes into terrifying, tantalizing focus.I feel like I’ve stepped into some underground lair of sin and pain. Ropes dangle from the ceiling, suspending bodies mid-air. To my right, a girl is strapped to an X-shaped frame, moaning as another woman clamps clothespins to the lips of her pussy. Her screams echo in the air, but no one even flinches. Another girl swings slightly above the floor while a man strokes her body like she's his personal canvas.The scent in the air is thick—sex, sweat, and worn leather.I flinch slightly when I feel Daddy's palm slide down the curve of my ass. His fingers stretch across my cheeks like he owns every inch. I know he does. I don’t dare move.To my left, a man is on all fours, being relentlessly flogged by a tall woman in heels an

A shy virgin finally loses it to an older woman and discovers the thrill of eating pussy for the first time.I hate saying this out loud, but here it is.I'm a twenty-year-old virgin who spends more time fingering a controller than a woman. That’s not a metaphor. I’ve never touched a girl, never kissed one, never been touched back. My right hand knows me better than anyone else ever has.And the worst part? I’m not even sure I know how to change it.In high school, I watched guys fumble their way through relationships, making out behind lockers, sneaking into bedrooms when parents weren’t home. I was the guy who helped them build gaming PCs or fixed their essays the night before they were due. The invisible one. The safe one. The one no girl ever looked at like she wanted to know what my lips tasted like.College was supposed to be different. A reset. But It wasn’t.I spiraled even harder and skipped classes. I even failed at everything. Soon, I began hiding in my room with Mountain D

A husband gives in to his wife's wildest fantasy and lets her be taken by another man. What starts as dirty talk turns into a real game of lust, and surrender. Now he craves the ache, the jealousy, and the thrill of knowing she’s coming home full of another man's cum. •••••••••••••|||||||••••••••My wife had the sexiest pussy I had ever fucked.It was more than just the way it gripped me, warm and wet and hungry. It was the way her body responded to mine, almost pleading for more every time I slid inside her. She didn’t just take me; she welcomed me, like her body had been designed to be filled by my cock.A few months before we got married, she was told me how much she hated condoms, so I was always expected to fuck her raw, only under one condition. She never wanted me to fill her up with my cum whenever I hit an orgasm. So, she always expected me to pull out, just in time. ~~~~“Don’t stop,” she whispered one night, her breath catching as I thrust deeper. “I want all of it.”I lo

Married To A Slút (3)Amy’s voice was low, almost breathless as she said. “Well, after a few minutes of some slow grinding, Luther started to fuck me harder. Faster. His big black cock was hitting me deep, pounding like he couldn’t get enough.”I shifted in my seat, feeling a heat rise in my chest. She looked at me with eyes shiny, her cheeks flushed. “He wasn’t gentle anymore. It was all force, like he wanted to claim every inch of me.”I cracked my knuckles, trying not to lose control. “And you let him?”She swallowed hard, biting her lip. “How could I not? It felt so good… too good.”Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for her glass, but didn’t take a sip. “He kept telling me how tight I was, how much he wanted to fill me.”I imagined his thick cock sliding deep inside her and how her pussy must’ve stretched and clenched around him. My jaw tightened.“When he asked where I wanted him to cum, I told him anywhere,” she admitted, voice dropping. “I wanted to prove you were r

A young man visits a hotel room with the scent of cum still thick in the air. The sheets are soaked, the sex toys are used, and the woman on the bed is blindfolded, leaking, and begging to be filled again.•••••••••••••••••••••••How filthy do you have to be to blindfold yourself and leave the door open for strangers to fuck you?That was the first thought that lit a fire in my head the moment I saw her Tinder profile.Her name was Katie. At least, that was what she chose to call herself on the app. There was no bio about hobbies or personality traits, no cute quote, no coy flirtation. Just three sharp lines that punched the air right out of my lungs."I'll be at Blueville Hotel, Room 1067. I have a blindfold on. When you come over to fuck me, leave the door open if you want company. Flip the sign when you're done."I stared at the screen of my phone. It was obvious she wasn’t here for dinner and conversation, neither was she was looking for someone to get to know her over coffee and l