All Chapters of The Hockey’s Plaything: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

She was at her desk, pretending to be busy. Typing like her fingers weren’t still trembling, sitting like her legs hadn’t just betrayed her an hour ago. She didn’t look up.“Coffee.”She looked up, blinked. “Sorry?”“You heard me.”Her lips tightened. “Right away, sir.”She returned three minutes later, setting the mug in front of me carefully.I took a sip and frowned. “Too cold.”She didn’t move. “It’s fresh.”“Still cold.” She disappeared to get another abd brought it to me. I tasted it and still had complains. “Too bitter.”“Would you like me to source water from heaven, sir?”I almost smiled, thats my girl. She didnt need to know that though. I got up and rounded her desk walking big up to her and making sure my steps were slow. Her breath hitched. “You don’t usually complain about the details,” she murmured.“Maybe today I’m in the mood.”I stopped in front of her, close enough that her perfume hit me again. She looked up, eyes sharp and simmering.“You and him,” I said at las

I did not feel sleepy, it was getting late, but I heard some noises coming out of my mom and dad’s room. I tried to listen, it was more of moans and very low sounds. I opened my bedroom door; it was dark outside in the hall. I was in my bra and panties only, so I put on a long shirt and walked out on the tips of my toes trying to figure out what was going on.My parent’s room door was slightly open for a glow of light through it, so I sneaked and stood sideways trying to look inside, I saw mom and dad having sex.I knew it was wrong to look, but I was so curious, so I looked inside and saw daddy fully naked standing up with fully erected cock, his dick looked so big while mom was fully naked too sat on bedside sucking his dick, the scene and the idea had turned me on, I felt some dampness between my legs.Mom laid back on her back as dad spread her legs where I had a full view of mom’s pussy which was fully bold and looked so nice to me, clean of hair and silky soft, which was a big t

Sarah stared blankly at the wall as the man's hands roamed over her body, groping and squeezing her most intimate places. She had no idea how she ended up in this situation - handcuffed to a bed in a seedy motel room, with a stranger forcing himself on her. The last thing she remembered was walking home alone from the bar, and then...nothing.Now, as the man fumbled with his belt, Sarah realized with a sinking feeling what was about to happen. She opened her mouth to scream for help, but he silenced her with a rough hand over her lips."No screaming, slut," he growled. "You wanted this, remember? Begging for it all night at the bar."Sarah shook her head furiously. It was a lie, but she knew it wouldn't matter. He was going to rape her either way. Tears stung her eyes as she braced herself for the inevitable pain and violation.The man freed his cock from his pants and grabbed Sarah's chin roughly, forcing her to look at it. "Open up," he demanded. "Suck it like you did for that guy

Sarah had always been drawn to her best friend Emily's dad, Mark. With his chiseled jawline, piercing blue eyes, and muscular physique honed from years of military service, he was the epitome of masculine appeal. At 19, Sarah had never been with a man before, only experimenting with a few clumsy high school encounters. But Mark, in his mid-40s, was a seasoned lover and Sarah longed to experience his touch. One evening, Emily stayed over at a friend's house. Sarah, "accidentally" forgetting her laptop at the house, returned to retrieve it. Mark answered the door shirtless, sweat glistening on his bare chest from a recent workout. "Come on in, Sarah. What a pleasant surprise," he said with a smile that sent shivers down her spine. "I just came by to get my laptop," Sarah said, unable to keep her eyes off his impressive physique. "I left it upstairs." "Of course, I'll show you to Emily's room," Mark replied. As they climbed the stairs together, their bodies brushed, electricity pass

Sarah couldn't help herself. She needed more - more penetration, more intensity, more pleasure. She reached into her bedside drawer and pulled out a large, lifelike dildo, one she had bought on a whim a few weeks ago.Sarah pressed the thick head of the dildo against her entrance, shivering as she imagined it was Mark's real cock. She slowly pushed it inside, moaning at the delicious stretch. "Oh fuck," she panted, beginning to pump it in and out of her needy cunt.Sarah was so lost in her own world, lost in the feeling of being filled again, that she didn't even hear her stepdad, John, enter the room. "Well well," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Looks like my little girl is all grown up."Sarah froze, the dildo still buried inside her dripping pussy. She looked up to see John standing in the doorway, his eyes roaming over her naked body hungrily. "Daddy, I...I can explain," she stammered.John crossed the room in a few quick strides, ripping the dildo from Sarah's hand. "Oh, I