All Chapters of Claim Me, Daddies : A Spicy Erotica Collection: Chapter 421 - Chapter 430

Mu Wife Became The Stripper (4)She looked at me this time with that drunken, wild-eyed, horny look I had seen before. It had been years, but I knew she wanted to fuck.She stood and turned to sit on Ben’s lap. She began grinding her pussy against his cock. Ben put his hands on her waist and scooted back so she could really rock against his crotch.She stood again and put his legs together. She straddled him and sat on his legs. She pulled her legs up and over his shoulders. Her knees locked over his shoulders, and she leaned back while supporting herself with her arms. Ben put his hands on her outer thighs as she pulled her legs apart. Ben and I both watched as her pussy parted open. It was glistening, not from the hose but from her juices. She was so turned on that her pussy was oozing with them.She put her hand over her pussy as though she were being bashful, but then gave her clit a quick little rub.She sat back up and pulled her legs off his shoulders, spreading her pussy even

The Accidental Exhibitionist (2)She turned back toward the dressing room. The fabric curtain hung parted, leaving her exposed as she shifted inside.We walked past the cashier and brushed right against the man who had been staring at her.She stepped out into the mall corridor and stopped. "We need to do more shopping.""The mood of this trip shifted," she muttered. "My current wardrobe will not survive a naughty vacation."We walked hand in hand until she yanked me into a boutique packed with high-end lingerie and fetish wear.She drifted toward a display table of underwear. She pawed through the lace, despite usually dismissing tiny thongs as instruments of torture.She held up a pair of sheer white strings and smirked. "Do you like these?""Yes," I rasped, feeling my blood spike.She dropped them and grabbed a pair of crotchless briefs. "What about these?"She actually flushed, a rare jolt of shyness hitting her skin."Love them," I snapped, my cock shoving hard against the denim

My best friend Sarah and her husband Roger lived just three doors down from me. I met Sarah in college. She was like me, quiet and studious. We met our husbands in our senior year. She met Roger, and I met Greg.That was ten years ago.So much had changed since then, but not our friendship. It was always the four of us for dinner, vacations, and family events until I caught Greg with another woman.I threw all his stuff out on the lawn. Roger, who was a lawyer, helped me with all the legal stuff.That was a year ago.A year had gone by. Greg had moved on with his new young sexy thing, leaving me alone.I had the house, sure, and I made a nice living writing romance novels, but I still had no male company. Even my "night job" of being a professional belly dancer brought no prospects, just perverts, dudes who wanted "private" dances, which I did not believe in.A couple of times, Roger had come with me to "keep an eye on me."One autumn night, Sarah was out of town on business. I was ju

One Night With My Best friend's Husband (3)I straddled him. He held my hip with one hand and slid his dick into me with the other. Then he grabbed my hips and moved me back and forth."Belly dance on it! Roll that sweet bound belly and shift those hips!" He slapped my ass cheeks. "Do it!""Mmm-ngh!" I grunted, arching my feet against the floorboards. "Mmph... ngh... mm-hmmm!" I pulled my belly in, pushed it past the rope, and watched it fill out in the reflection. Then I reversed the motion, pulling it from below and rolling the muscles up and over the constraint."Good girl! Roll those hips! Tease me with that pussy!""Mmmph... mm-nh... aah-ngh!" His dick lapped against my pussy walls. I felt the pressure deep inside my core as I rolled my hips in steady circles."That's a girl... oh yes... you're so goddamn sexy! You wanna cum again?""Mmm-hmmm! Mmph-hmmm!""Turn around. Keep squirming and rolling! Don't stop!" He slapped my ass again. Roger controlled my movements, anchoring my hi

My name is Zara.I was twenty when this happened to me. I was a virgin, a very religious girl who had always tried to do the right thing. Then everything changed.I had long, straight blonde hair that fell down my back and a slim figure. I was vegetarian, ate pretty healthily, and went to the gym most days. I hated training my core, though. I found it painfully boring, and as long as my legs, bum, and arms were toned, I was happy.I also had D-cup breasts, which looked even bigger against my slim frame. My skin was very pale, almost like my entire body was one big tan line, but I didn't care enough to spend my weekends on sunbeds.When I was eighteen, I still lived with my mum and dad. They were both devout Catholics, so religion was a huge part of our lives. We went to church every Sunday and were heavily involved in our local community.That's where Douglas came in.He was my boyfriend and a member of the same community. He was sweet, kind, and just as devoted to his faith as I was.