All Chapters of Claim Me, Daddies : A Spicy Erotica Collection: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

The Secret Orgy (3)After about thirty minutes, the couples had time to introduce themselves and sample the champagne and appetizers. A man Beth and Bob had not seen before stepped quietly into the library.He was large, muscular, and completely bald, and he wore a uniform similar to the butler who had greeted them at the door. He moved to the center of the group and rang a small bell to get their attention.“Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of your host, I offer you his warmest greetings and appreciation for attending this evening,” the man said. “My name is Mr. Kensington.”“I have been asked to represent the owner of the estate, who sends his regrets that he cannot join you personally tonight,” he continued. “I have been instructed to extend every courtesy to you and to provide for your needs while you are here.”“Some of you are attending for the first time,” Kensington added. “We hope you enjoy a memorable evening.”“In a few moments, dinner will be served in the dining room next

The Secret Orgy (5)When she did not object to his advance, Dan lightly placed his hand on her knee, watching closely for any resistance. Beth was dizzy and nearly overwhelmed with desire.She heard the wet sounds and constant moans from the couple on stage. She could not stop imagining, no, wishing, that she was the one tangled with the groom on the bed.She vaguely felt a hand sliding up her leg, but it barely registered. It became clear only when she felt the hem of her dress being gently pushed aside.Beth looked down and saw a man’s hand stroking her exposed skin. With glazed eyes, she slowly looked up and tried to focus on his smiling face.“Let me help you,” she heard him say softly.Dan moved closer and gently lifted her hands from her lap. He slowly raised the hem of her dress and folded it onto her stomach.Her thin black panties were fully exposed. Dan took a slow breath.She was even more captivating than he had imagined. The delicate fabric did little to hide her arousal,

It was a Friday, almost six p.m., and I was sitting at a corner table in a local bar, finishing my fifth or sixth beer.A couple of guys in their mid-thirties were at the bar, likely unwinding after work.A woman about my age sat at a nearby table, nursing a drink and glancing at her phone.In the corner, an older man nursed a beer, looking like he rarely moved from that spot.A younger couple at a table nearby seemed more interested in each other than their food, hugging, kissing, and hesitantly groping.I guessed they hadn’t been dating long and probably hadn’t had séx yet.The woman kept checking her watch and her phone. Eventually, she dialed a number, and I could hear only her side of the conversation.She held the phone to her ear, tapping her foot impatiently. “Hello, is Dave there?” she snapped, frowning.She waited a beat, rolling her eyes. “No? Who’s this?”Her hand flew to her forehead as she scowled. “What the fúck! I’m his girlfriend! I’ve been with him for six months!”S

Stranger in my arms tonight (3)“Fúck, that feels good,” she moaned, and that was my sign to speed up.I grinned as our bodies pressed together with raw, reckless energy.I was kind of hoping that she’d cúm again before I did, and I watched her face, but I think she was close.I groaned as soon as I exploded into her pússy.I looked down at myself and I’m not sure how much I came, but when I slid out, there was a cúmmy ring around my cóck and a few dribbles escaped her pússy as it closed.I didn’t want to leave her hanging, so I reached down to slide a few fingers into her pússy.I bit my lip as I thrust them in and out, and I used my thumb to massage her clít.Her moans told me it was working, and I watched her body tense.Before long she arched up against my fingers and came.I felt her pússy contract on my fingers, and a fair bit of my cúm oozed out and coated them.I glanced over and I could see a box of tissue beside the bed.I reached for one, but she just grinned, shook her hea

I hated her before I even knew her name.That is the truth I can’t take back. One look at her, and something inside me twisted. I knew she would change everything. And I wasn’t ready to share him. Not then. Not ever.It was spring break of my first year at college. I was twenty-three, and while my classmates booked trips to beaches and clubs, I packed a bag and boarded a bus home. Not to my childhood house, well that was was gone now, but to my dad’s new lake home. He’d moved after I left for school, and though I told myself I was happy for him, a part of me resented the change.My parents had split when I was ten, and since then, my life had been divided neatly in two. I spent weekdays with Mom and weekends with Dad. Mom moved constantly, dragging me through apartments and boyfriends like shifting scenery. Dad was different. His house was steady, unchanging, the one place I felt rooted. Until he sold it.The new house was beautiful, though. It had A glass-walled great room that open