All Chapters of “Daddy, Will You Ever Love Me?”: Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

I didn't last long after my father fell asleep. I believed it was alcohol that kept my mind from racing because I passed out quickly. I woke the following morning when I felt my father slowly parting my legs. He positioned his hand over my bare slit, causing me to become wet almost immediately. I tried to control my breathing and movements to see if doing this to me while I was sleeping bothered him at all. I was not surprised that it didn't, as I felt him slip a finger inside of me while another rubbed my clit. Then, he suddenly stopped and got out of bed. I whined, "Did I do something wrong?""No...You didn't do anything wrong. We have nothing but time," he told me as he left the room.Now, I was lying there worked up, and I felt insecure that he had walked away and didn't have his way with me. My insecurities consumed me. Did I disgust him? Was he not interested after what I did last night? Without the benefit of alcohol, my mind was back to racing about negative thoughts of myself

I knew Jim was going to say something as I put the bottle to my lips, he didn't disappoint. "So...Maggie...You can be trusted and don't tell anyone about your activities when you drink with them?"I was done being timid with them today. "No, Jim, I don't tell anyone anything. It's you we should be worried about if I'm being honest," I antagonized with a smirk and a wink before adding, "Do you know how to keep your mouth shut? That's the question.""Wow, I never realized what a mouth you had on you, Maggie," Jim said while trying to intimidate me with a pretty serious look in his eyes. I wasn't going to let him intimidate me, so I stared right back at him as he continued. "You don't need to worry about me, hun. I know how to keep a secret. You're lucky I don't put you over knee for speaking to me like that," he said with a chuckle."In your dreams," I countered. We sat there like it was a battle of wills, staring at each other. I knew that of the three of them, Jim was the chauvinistic

50-something widow becomes a wanton slut.Enjoy..******Helen spent three Friday evenings in a elegant little lounge on the east side of town. She wanted to pickup men, she was horny, she craved sex, and this seemed like the most likely place to find horny males. The slightly past middle aged widow was a good looking woman, spending a number of days at the gym, another good place to find males. She was successful the previous Friday, but the guy climaxed, rolled over, fell asleep, and Helen had to call a cab to get back to the bar to retrieve her car. She knew it would be more difficult for an older woman, but not this difficult, she was truly frustrated in her search for a sexual partner."There is a better place. A female voice said as the strange woman slid onto the barstool next to Helen. But, not the kind of place a good female would go alone." The woman said matter-of-factly."Do you mean the neighborhood is rough?" Helen replied. The woman was dressed in a nice, but obviously

Helen felt Dan remove his hand from her waist, and Les place his on her left ass cheek. Now, Dan slid his right hand up Helens left, inside upper arm, his fingers against the flesh of her torso, then her left breast. She was very aroused by his aggressive behavior, enjoying the tingle as he softly touched her breast held within the lacy bra, with the back of his fingers. Helen continued to lean forward, watching the video of the woman as her face was being covered in the semen of several more ejaculating males. Helen was very aware that neither of the males sitting next to her were watching the video, but making every effort to leer at her breasts and cleavage as much as possible. Helen had never received this much attention from one male, let alone two males in the past twenty-five years, and she was captivated by their touches and groping, and their eyes taking her curves in. She wondered if she would see anyone she knew in here, she would be very embarrassed if anyone she was acqua

Dan slid his right hand across her shoulders, letting it rest atop her shoulder for a moment. As the door to the elevator closed, his hand slid down and inside her blouse, cupping her right breast. Deftly he slid the material of the blouse and bra from her breast, exposing it to the leering eyes of the strange males. She was going to say something, but she was stopped by Les who now frenched her, his right hand unfastening and tugging the blouse from her waist. He now slipped her left breast from the lacy confines of her bra, he then bent over and began to slurp at her rosy, erect nipple, making it harder, and glisten. Her right hand continued to play with Les's cock, trying to find the zipper, but unable to with only one hand available, the other being held into the crotch of one of the other males.The elevator stopped, and the door opened. Helen attempted to pull her blouse back to cover herself, but, before she could Dan and Les led her from the back of the elevator, through the o