Lahat ng Kabanata ng PLEASE DADDY: A Sinner's Diary : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

FUCKING MY BLIND DATEJEN ELLIOT (FL) - 23 YRSDAN GENET (ML) - 27 YRSDANI opened the door to my apartment and led Jen inside. "Do you want something to drink?" I asked as I walked towards the kitchen. "No thanks," she said in a slight southern accent. Jen was relatively new in town, we met a few weeks ago through a work friend of mine. Jen's friends with his wife, so they set us up on a blind date. The first date wasn't bad, the second one was better, and out third date two days ago was excellent. With each passing date, we had gotten more intimate. A simple goodnight kiss from the first date turned into a sloppy good bye kiss on the third date. Now, here at the end of the fourth date, I had invited her back to my place. Tye implications behind the invitations were implied. I hope. Jen was the first I had been out with since my bad breath up six months ago. I liked her, and I wanted to do this right. As much as I would like to get laid, it was more important to do it as speed s

OFFICE THREESOMEEMILY JAMES (FL) - 24 YRSMAX ARMSTRONG (ML) - 30 YRSTAYLOR BARR (ML) - 31 YRSEMILY"Anything to keep your job, Emily?" Max Armstrong, CEO of the company I work for, throws my words back in my face with a tone dripping with hunger. He stands up from his desk and walks towards me, all six and a half feet of him looking even taller than the closer he gets. I bite my lip and take a lock of my dark hair in my hand to play with nervously. Why did I say that?I was at least a head shorter than Max, with straight black hair that hung past my shoulders, pale skin, full lips, an upturned nose, and soft brown eyes that were sparkling with nervousness. I wore a blouse and pencil skirt that showed a little more of my long legs than I needed to. My perfume made me smell like lavender, work was so stressful, so it was a scent I liked to keep around. My heels was a lot taller than I was, but max still dwarfed me. He was an intimidating guy on a normal day. But this isn't a nor

OFFICE THREESOME 3EMILY"Fuck, you're tight," he growls, and he squeezed my ass as he worked his way a little further in. "How does that feel, Emily?" I moan a deep, loving reply, and I hear a chuckle from him. The next second, I feel a sharp slap on my ass, and my whole body jolts. "We're not even started yet," Max's cock throbs in my mouth, and as I take more of it closer to my throat, Taylor sinks deeper, much deeper than I was expecting. I let out a whimpering sigh of delight as I feel his thick cock being against the front of my pussy, and as he does, he reaches around with one hand to start fingering my clit while he thrusts into me. I couldn't help my moans on Max's cock, as I feel Taylor thrusting into my pussy, both inside and out. I feel even more tightly restrained with two of my holes stuffed with cock, but I wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world right now. These two guys are filling me up in every possible way, and I love every second of it. Taylor's pushi

STEP-SISTER’S SECRET (G×G)LENA TUMBLER (FL) - 19YRSCASSANDRA ACER (FL) - 29YRSLENA I never meant for it to happen.Mom and David had only been married six months, and already they were off on another “business trip” — this time to Europe for two whole weeks. The house felt too big without them, too quiet. I was nineteen, home from my first year of college, and suddenly alone with her.Cassandra. Cass. My new step-sister.She was twenty-nine, ex-military, built like she could break you in half and make you thank her for it. Short-cropped dark hair, sharp jaw, arms corded with muscle and covered in faded tattoos from her deployments. She ran her own private security firm now, worked weird hours, came and went like a shadow. We barely spoke — polite nods at breakfast, maybe a “pass the salt” at dinner when our parents were home.But I noticed her. God, did I notice her.How could I not? She moved with this quiet authority that made my stomach flip. The way her tank tops clung to her

STEP-SISTER’S SECRET 3LENA’S POV The last night before Mom and David came home.Cass had been training me all week — daily inspections where she’d make me strip and bend over, checking if I’d obeyed her no-touch rule. Spankings that left me marked and dripping. Hours of learning exactly how she liked her pussy eaten — slow and worshipful, then fast and desperate. She’d fucked me with fingers, tongue, even the handle of her hairbrush once when I’d been particularly bratty.But tonight was different. She’d told me to wait in my room, naked, until she came for me.When the door opened, my breath caught.Cass stood there in full tactical gear — black cargo pants, tight black shirt stretched over her muscles, combat boots. Her utility belt held zip ties, a baton, and the strap-on harness peeking from a pouch. She looked like she’d just come back from a mission.Except this mission was me.“On your knees, recruit,” she barked, voice pure authority.I dropped instantly, heart racing.She