All Chapters of On My Knees, Daddy: A Steamy Compilation of Erotic Stories : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

I had been gifted with the hottest and sexiest teaching assistant the world had ever known. His name was written in white chalk on the dark green board, Viktor with a K.I spent the majority of the first chemistry class of the semester openly gawking at him. He had jet black hair that was neither too short nor too long, hazel-green eyes, and a solid six-foot-one frame built with real muscle, the kind that came from strength and not inflated gym vanity.He looked about twenty-five, which only made it worse. The age gap sat heavy in my awareness even as my attention clung shamelessly to him.Even middle and high schools used iPads and modern tech, so I did not understand why universities still relied on chalkboards. I was not upset, though, because the board gave me a perfect excuse to stare at Viktor’s flexing biceps as he wrote, and I knew I was not learning anything at all.I had no idea where we were starting in the textbook. I could not focus on his words, only the sharp cut of his

Private Sex Lessons With My Tutor (3)During the next office hours, he drank a protein smoothie, and some of it clung to his lip before he licked it away with his tongue. I thought, “Oh my God,” and I copied the motion subtly, wishing far too intensely that I could taste his mouth instead.His eyes flicked down to catch the movement, so quick I would have missed it if I had not been watching him closely. The awareness made my skin prickle.I did it again, slowly this time, pretending to think about the next question while dragging my tongue across my lips. My pulse picked up when I saw his jaw tighten.He pulled out dark sunglasses and slipped them on. I groaned internally because now I could not see where his attention was, even though we were already sitting in the shade.I panicked at the thought of dry lips and dug a chapstick out of my bag. I swiped it on quickly and realized too late it was cherry flavored, making me lick my lips again.“What are you doing?” he asked suddenly.“

Private Sex Lessons With My Tutor (5)I showed up early, but he was already there. Seeing that he had beaten me to it made my chest warm.    He had already set everything up, and it was obvious he had put real effort into it. The realization made him even more attractive.    There was a picnic blanket spread out on the grass, speakers playing a cool playlist at a low volume, and a telescope set up nearby. The scene felt intentional and intimate.    When he saw me, he walked straight over and pulled me into a hug. I inhaled him greedily and wrapped my arms around him, clinging tight.    I might have climbed him like a monkey, my body pressing flush against his. He chuckled softly but held me just as firmly. 

Disclaimer: This chapter contains gáy activities between two consenting adults. It’s fictional. Two straight guys trapped in the snow do what they must.---I should have known we were screwed the moment David said, “Let’s take the back road.”We had been best friends since middle school. Twenty-one now, roommates in our third year of college, and apparently still sharing the same reckless instincts. A bunch of our friends had rented a cabin in Park City for winter break. Instead of listening to the weather warnings, we decided to be the guys who beat the storm.“I’m getting wrecked tonight,” I told him as we bounced along the snow-packed gravel. “Sierra’s gonna be there. I’m calling it now. She wants me.”David smirked, glancing at me sideways. “You? Bro, she had a thing for me freshman year.”“That was before I grew out my beard and figured out how to use my tongue.”He let out a low laugh, eyes back on the road, but the grin stayed. “Your tongue, huh? That some kind of warning or p

“I know exactly what I sell, and I don’t apologize for surviving. I stopped asking for forgiveness the day survival became my job.”CHAPTER 1: DRIPPING CREAM.Tracy’s POV: “Why are men so senseless and frustrating?” My coworker and best friend turned sister Dani sighs, bent over the counter with her head in her hands.“What is it this time Dani?” I asked with a laugh as I diligently packed a customer's order.“Can you imagine that man over there at table 064. This is the fourth girl he is bringing in this week and he is MARRIED!!” she spat angrily. I couldn't help the laugh that busted out of me.Dani was such a strong advocate for women, hence her dislike for men and cheating. The irony of everything was so funny, because Danny and I encountered lying cheating men daily because of our line of work.We were waitresses by day and séx workers by night, and before you start judging us, try moving to Los Angeles with nothing to your name, no connection and no degree. This was the best we