บททั้งหมดของ PLEASE ME, DADDY: 50 SHADES OF DESIRE: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Kinks: mxm, anal sex, oral sexIt was a quiet night on the back roads outside the college town. Jake, a 20-year-old guy studying engineering, was driving home from a late study session. His old beat-up sedan hummed along the empty highway, the radio playing some soft rock. He wasn't speeding, or at least he didn't think so. But suddenly, blue and red lights flashed in his rearview mirror. A police cruiser pulled up behind him, siren whooping once to get his attention.Jake's heart skipped a beat. He pulled over to the shoulder, hands gripping the wheel tight.'What did I do?' he wondered, glancing at the cop car. The officer stepped out, a big guy in his late 30s, broad shoulders filling out his uniform shirt. His name tag read 'Officer Hale.' He had a stern face, short dark hair, and a jaw that looked like it could crack nuts. Hale shone his flashlight into Jake's car, making him squint.'License and registration,' Hale barked, his voice deep and no-nonsense. Jake fumbled in the glov

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My heart pounded like a drum in my chest as I peeked through the thin blinds of our living room window. The patio light was on, casting a warm glow over everything out there. My wife, Sarah, was sitting on the edge of the lounge chair, her sundress hiked up around her waist. And there was Lee, our neighbor from next door, kneeling between her legs. His hands were on her thighs, spreading them wide. Sarah's head was tilted back, her eyes closed, and a soft moan escaped her lips. I felt a mix of jealousy and excitement twist in my gut. This was happening right in our backyard, and I was just watching like some pervert.It started innocently enough. Lee had come over to borrow our grill or something—I don't even remember now. Sarah had been flirting with him for weeks, always laughing at his jokes a little too loud, touching his arm when they talked. I'd noticed, but I never said anything. Deep down, I think I liked the idea. The thought of her with

Lee stood up, helping her to her knees on the lounge chair. She stayed on all fours, ass up in the air, the bikini bottoms riding up to expose more of her cheeks. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and yanked them down, revealing her smooth pussy and tight asshole.Lee dropped to his knees behind her, his hands spreading her cheeks wide. Sarah grabbed a cushion from the chair and buried her face in it, muffling the first moan as his tongue made contact. He started at her clit, licking flat and broad, tasting her arousal. She was already dripping, her juices shining on her inner thighs. I pumped my cock faster, imagining the salty-sweet flavor on his tongue—the same one I'd cleaned up last time. Lee's tongue delved deeper, pushing into her pussy hole, fucking her with it in short thrusts. Then he moved up, circling her asshole with the tip, making her squirm and push back.'Oh fuck, Lee,' she gasped into the cushion, her voice muffled but clear enough for me to hear.He went back t

I walked down the empty hallway of the college building, my boots echoing off the walls. It was late afternoon, and most students had already left for the day. My heart pounded a little as I headed to Mr. Atkins' office. He was my history professor, this strict guy in his forties with glasses and a neat beard. I'd been thinking about him a lot lately, not just about his lectures, but about how I'd make him bend to me. I had this plan, simple but bold. I knew he was single, lived alone, and I'd overheard him talking about money troubles once. That was my in.I knocked on the door, short and hard. 'Come in,' his voice called from inside, sounding tired. I pushed the door open and stepped in. The office was small, cluttered with books and papers on shelves. A desk sat in the middle, and Mr. Atkins was behind it, typing on his computer.He looked up, surprised. 'Shane? What can I do for you? Office hours are over.'I closed the door behind me and locked it with a click. His eyes widened a

I had been thinking about getting a fleshlight for weeks. It was one of those things I saw online, and it looked like it could feel really good. I was 22, living at home with my sister while I saved up for my own place. My sister, Emily, was out with friends most nights, so the house was usually quiet. I saved some cash from my part-time job at the warehouse and finally ordered one. It arrived in a plain box, which was good because I didn't want anyone asking questions.I got home from work that Friday evening, my muscles sore from lifting boxes all day. The package was waiting on the porch. I grabbed it quick and headed inside, locking the door behind me. My heart was beating a little faster as I tore open the box in my room. There it was, this soft, pink thing that looked like a pussy molded into a flashlight shape. It came with some lube too. I read the instructions—simple stuff, just warm it up a bit and use plenty of lube.I stripped off my work clothes, feeling the cool air on m