All Chapters of Anything He wants: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I take the towel kneel in front of him and begin drying off his legs, with my head right next to his erection and my breasts brushing his legs. I pretend like I don’t even realize it and he looks mortified. I stand up and Kimber grabs his arm as she and I stand in front of him.I say, “I know you were here to service the pool, but the pool can wait another week. I need you to service me.”“What?”“You heard me, drop those shorts and come take care of me.” I untie the side strings on my bikini bottoms and they fall to the ground. Patrick's eyes get huge and he stands there.“When a woman tells you to get naked, you do it,” Kimber scolds him as she slaps him on his firm ass. He bends over and takes down his shorts. His erection, freed from its confines, stands at attention, a good length and thick with balls to match. Kimber and I look at each other and smile.Kimber takes him by the hand and tells him, “You’re going to cum for me first.” He looks shocked.“What? Why?” and he looks at m

CAR TROUBLELast Saturday was a scorcher. It was one of the hottest days of the summer and I’d spent the entire day at McCormin’s Garage with a raging hard on. I was at McCormin’s because I was trying to get together enough money to put the final touches on the Challenger. I had a raging hard on because the boss’s young wife spent the day prancing around in her fashionably short “Daisy Dukes” and looking like she wanted nothing but a good fuck.Jessie had married my boss, Chet McCormin, only a couple months earlier. In our small town, Chet was as close to a sugar daddy as anyone was going to find and Jessie had latched onto him about two weeks after her 18th birthday. She’d spent all of last summer riding her bike by the garage in nothing but a bikini top and short shorts. Then she’d hung out in the convenience store all fall in the tightest of jeans and tummy baring sweaters. In the winter she kept the temperature high and before the bikini tops came back out, her and ol’ Chet were m

Her whole body shook as her ass vibrated around my shaft and squeezed that elastic band event tighter around me. I released all the pent-up heat that had compounded during the day into her depths. Then another and another came as she writhed under me with her orgasm causing her to throw back her head and in abandonment.As I was getting dressed beside the car, she threw on a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt with a college logo.“I hope you don’t mind if I keep your card.”“By all means,” I said, “but I don’t go into the city to fix cars.”“Well, you never know when this poor old Jag is going to die out on a deserted country road. I might even be having car trouble in this area next weekend. You just never know.” I laughed.“Well, you know who to call if you need someone to get under your hood and get your engine running again!”* * * * *Kerry, as I soon learned was the Jag girl’s real name, had car trouble more often than not on the weekends that summer. I soon found out that there wa

I lower my eyes to the floor as a rush of shame overcomes me. I just realized I'm a freak. It just happened. I hadn't even had time to judge it yet.It's a fact, that's all. But my stepdad's judgment makes it all real, out loud, for the whole world to know. In this case, the humiliation doesn't feel that good.“I'm sorry, Daddy,” I say, not wanting to drag him any further into my sick perversion.“You like that word, don't you? You couldn't stop from saying it last night as I spanked you.”This time I blush. The goosebumps come to life and run up my body. I can't respond, my words are difficult, but mainly because I don't want Daddy to hear my voice crack or see the flush of excitement in my face and body. “Is that what you want from me? To be spanked? Is that why you've been such a horrible girl?”I nod. I feel a bit of release now that I can admit it. I did feel shitty a lot of the time that to delve into my desires, I had to be a nuisance and plague my stepfather's life. I wasn't j

DADDY, DON'T I LOOK JUST LIKE HER?I knock on his door, and the thuds are hollow as they reverberate throughout the empty condo.I feel devious and conspiratorial, like a spy in the movies. I think the large jacket I borrowed from my mother is the culprit in that, especially since I'm using it to cover the lingerie I'm wearing.Yes, lingerie under my huge coat. Like I said, in the movies. It seems like a cool thing to do. I have to shake my nose a little to erase the smirk on my face.I'm doing something wrong, kind of. I think a lot of people would see it as betraying my mother, but with how she lives her life and how she treats people, I don't think anyone could betray her and not be at least partially justified.I'm not making excuses, I swear! Just take my stepdad, for instance:right now he's holed up in a condo he just bought and started renovating. He and my mom are in the process of divorcing.You think, well, he's in a shitty, barren condo because he did something wrong to he