All Chapters of Claim Me, Daddies : A Spicy Erotica Collection: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Group Sêx On The Balcony (2)I undid the guy’s zipper and pulled his cøck out.It felt strange, having people watch me like this.It was average, not nearly as thick or long as Bob’s, so it looked smaller to me.Still, I slowly lowered my head and took the tip into my mouth.Pre-cum coated my tongue.I loved that taste.I loved cûm!Yes, I was such a nasty cûm slût!I loved having it on my skin, in my mouth, my pússy, my ass.I loved everything about it.Fû'ckkk!I started sucking on his cøck, slowly at first.Then with more purpose as I heard him moan softly.I could feel myself purring, and I could feel myself getting wet again.I had to prove myself to these men.If Bob said I was good, I needed to show it.Bob leaned forward.“Best blowjob you’ve had?” he asked the guy.The guy groaned.“Yeah.Hell yeah.Your wife is a…”Bob chuckled.“Slût.”A thrill shot through me.“I told you,” Bob continued with pride.“My little cumslût is a great cøcksucker.”The way he said it—my little cu

“I have been aching for you all day. I need you, Felix, right now,” Maria murmured, her voice thick with longing as she leaned against the bedroom doorway. She smoothed a crease in the short, silky nightie that clung to her curves.Felix appeared, loosening his tie, his dark hair rumpled from a long day at work, likely from running his hands through it while pouring over numbers and analytics, “Why so tense, baby?” he asked, concern in his voice.“I missed you,” she said, pouting, fluttering her eyelashes, “And…”“And what?” He tossed the tie aside and tugged his shirt from his trousers, “Tell me.”“You stayed up late talking to Rafael last night. It is always the same when he visits, and it means…” She spread her legs, revealing her bare pússy, “It means I go without you having to eat my pússy but..”Felix’s gaze drifted downward, “You mean your pússy “Exactly.” She slid a finger over her clít in a slow, teasing circle, “And that is not fun.”“I think I can fix that.” He stepped fr

June 1991 — Clearwater, FloridaMaya has always been a MILF. Most young men who met her wanted to get into her pants.I could not blame them. She was stunning, and I had imagined what it would be like to fû'ck her too.But I was a woman, and at the time I believed I was straight. That belief took a while to change.Later I realized I was curious about women. Back then people called it bi-curious, and we used that word a lot.In my case the thought came up more often than I liked to admit. Maya and I worked in the same office and went to the same gym after work.We changed in the same locker room and used the same showers. We also wore the same tight gym clothes everyone used in those days.Most women worked out in tights and leotards. Maya almost always wore thong-back leotards that showed her firm, round ass.It was hard not to notice. When I stood behind her during our Monday, Wednesday, and Friday aerobics classes, my attention kept drifting there.I tried to act normal about it. I

THE OFFICE MILF'S THREESOME GAME (3)A moment later Maya returned carrying an open bottle of wine and a small kitchen timer. She placed both on the table and refilled our glasses before sitting down close beside Lena.Their hips touched lightly as she settled into the couch. The scent of her perfume drifted across the room, lilac mixed with something warm and sweet.We lifted our glasses and drank together. Lena swallowed a long mouthful and wiped her lips with the back of her hand.I picked up the timer and held it in front of me. Maya slipped her right arm around Lena’s back and rested her hand gently on Lena’s shoulder.“Relax, it’ll be fun,” Maya said softly while her fingers moved slowly across Lena’s skin. She glanced at me and added, “Tell us when, Emily.”I twisted the dial and set it for five minutes. “Go,” I said.Lena’s black hair was piled high on her head and held in place by two red chopsticks. Her slender neck was completely exposed under the warm light.Maya leaned tow

It has been three months since Marcus disappeared without a word, vanishing to whatever corner of the country would sell him the cheapest bus ticket. I cannot exactly follow him even if I wanted to. The man drained everything we had before he left. My dowry, the gold jewellery from my mother, the car, even the deed to the house. And yes, before you ask, he sold the bloody house too.So now I am stuck in a dusty roadside café on the outskirts of Flagstaff, Arizona, wiping tables and pouring cheap coffee for truckers. The place is called Marlene’s, and it is exactly the kind of place where your life ends up when it goes wrong. If you ever find yourself passing through, come say hello. I sometimes joke with customers that I offer blowjobs for forty dollars. I do not, obviously. But it makes the bored regulars laugh, and laughter keeps the tips coming.Fifteen years ago I married the biggest disaster of a man you could imagine. At the time I thought he was the love of my life. I met him i