Lahat ng Kabanata ng Daddy’s little plaything : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 7

Jenna likes to touch herself when she gets home from work. She’d lie on her threadbare couch and spread her thighs wide. And then, she’d stick her fingers inside her pussy. She’s always wound up tight and pumps fast. The squishy sound of her fingers gliding in and out of her vagina fill the room. Within a few minutes, her hips are bucking off the couch in release.As for Lyra, she fucks a different guy every week. They file into her tiny little flat on Saturdays. They fuck in the living room for most of the day and only make it to the bedroom once the purple-blue hue of dusk sets in. Lyra likes to be choked when fucking. The guys—they choke her until she’s blue in the face. They slap her cheeks when her eyes begin to roll behind her skull. That is usually the moment when my hand strokes grow frantic. I watch the life being squeeze out of Lyra’s throat. At the same time, her fuck buddy’s is going to town on her pussy. He fucks her hard. His dick slaps repeatedly into her slimy entrance

Your wish is my command.” Becks flattens her hand on my crotch. It’s oh so tight around my cock area, yet she manages to squeeze me hard. I buck against her palm and exhale a raspy ‘fuck.’Becks smiles at my reaction to her touch. “Do you like that mr. Nick? Does my touch excite you?” She unzips my trouser and pulls my dick out. I am stiff and throbbing in her grip. I shut my eyes tightly, fighting the urge to come right there, in her hand.Becks licks her lips. Slowly, she sticks her fingers her mouth and begins to fuck her throat with her fingers. All four of them. Minus her thumb. It’s so hot.“Fuck,” she moans. Her lips are stretched to full capacity. She squeezes her thighs together, no doubt to ease some of the tension in her pussy.I’m done playing the waiting game. In one swift movement, I drop down to my knees and wrap my hand around her neck. I remember the way Tom had nearly zapped the life out of her and I squeeze harder. Becks grips my hand, tightening my hold around her

The whore house smells like flesh and sex. The smell travels all the way up to the attic. I scrunch my nose, trying to avoid the smell. Just then, the door to the attic opens and master walks right in.I haven’t seen master in a few days. Usually, he is a daily visitor. But not recently.He seems to be on edge, angrier than usual. His eyes flare up as he crosses the room to my side. I’m sitting on the bare floor, with my arms wrapped around my legs. I’m wearing a flimsy slip of a dress that hangs off one shoulder. This dress is strategic. It’s so flimsy, it makes it easy for master to take it off. Like now.“Anna.” That’s the name master gave me, right after he brought me to the whore house. Since then, I’ve lived to serve him. To service his every sexual whim and desire. I’ve had master melt candle wax all over my skin before. I’ve had him fuck me over the window, baring my chest for the rest of the city to see. It was easily the most terrifying experience of my life. It had also bee

My first impression of Lydia the lesbian is softness.She’s not like master. Or John.Her fingers are not rough or hurried. She takes her time with her strokes. It almost feels like she cares about my pleasure. Perhaps it’s just a lesbian thing.“You’re such a tiny, little thing,” she traces the outline of my face with those long, manicured fingers of her. How much do manicures cost these days? “A girl like you… I could fit you in my pocket.”She’s teasing. When she kisses me, I feel genuine pleasure. Her lips are pillow soft. They move gently over mine. Her tongue sweeps inside my mouth and she licks me up with a skill that must stem from years of experience.I moan in her mouth. My vision blurs and it hits me so suddenly, that I’ve never been kissed until now. And no, master spitting in my mouth doesn’t count.Lydia takes my flimsy dress off. She asks me to undress her. For once, I’m nervous. I can’t remember the last time I was nervous. I try to mask it as best as I can.“You’ve go