Todos los capítulos de "Oh Yes, Daddy" (A Spicy Erotica Collection): Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

“I’m all ears.” I responded. My ears itching to hear what he had to say. “Well, it's pretty simple, really. I’d like to own you outright. For good. Twenty-four-seven.” I paused, waiting for him to say he was only joking. But Mr. Maxwell did not look as though he were trying to be funny at all. “You mean twenty-four-seven on the weekends, right?” I asked, smirking up at him. He shook his head and ran a hand over the swell of my hip. “No, not on the weekends. I mean that I want you here with me, sharing my bed and doing what I want all the time.” My eyes lifted. I had just reminded him that I was married. How in the world could he possibly think something like this was doable? Plus, he couldn’t really own me like a horse or a piece of chattel. Nor could he own me the way men used to own slaves. This must have been a fantasy of his. “What about Daddy—my husband, I mean.” I almost slipped up there. No one knew that my husband was my former stepfather,

After leaning forward, he cupped my breasts and sucked one of my nipples past his lips. I felt the stream of fluid jetting from my bud almost instantaneously. A moan of pleasure rumbled up his throat. He did always enjoy drinking me—something that turned me on immensely. His cock bounced against my cheeks, and I sat up a little to let the head penetrate my opening. “Wait … I want something different tonight.” His voice, grumbly and lust-filled, made my heart flutter. “What, Master?” “Lie down on your side for me.” Feeling excited, I did as he asked, arching my back to give him easy access to my pussy. But it wasn’t my pussy he was after. He lay down behind me and began kissing my shoulder as his hand cupped between my legs. He smeared my juices everywhere—juices that were mostly composed of my husband’s seed. He smeared them up to my bottom, inserting a finger past my tight ring. “We’ve played this game before, haven’t we, darling?”

On todays episode of crazy tbings I've done for sex, lets talk about my atep dad, shall we? My mom married Dr. Freddy when I was seventeen. It was a bad match from the start. For one, Dr. Freddy is a professor at the local university and he’s a real brainiac. He dressed in cardigans and wore glasses. He spent most of his evenings with his nose buried in a thick stack of research and if it weren’t for the fact that his body demanded it, I don’t even think he’d take a break to eat or sleep…or do anything else for that matter. And then there was my mom. Well, to put it mildly, my mom was the exact opposite. She was a social butterfly, in fact, that’s how they met at some function where Dr. Freddy was coerced into attending for the sake of funding for his latest project, and she was an indiscriminate flirt. So yeah, when Mommy Dear brought home Dr. Freddy I didn’t buy into the whole thing. I figured she’d bore of his academic nature and move on, which she did, I do know Mommy we

He rubbed his face against my skin, abrading the velvet softness with his slight stubble, then plunged his tongue deep in my hole, fucking my pussy with his wet and slippery tongue. “Yessss, Daddy,” I panted, fisting my palms into his thick hair. I wrapped my legs around his neck and he gripped my ass to hold me against his mouth as his jaw worked back and forth with the motion of his tongue. The excitement built and I knew I was getting close. “I’m gonna cum! Don’t stop, Daddy,” I implored in a high-pitched keening wail. Oh God, I was going to cum hard! His tongue was working magic on my clit and pussy. I never imagined it could be this good! Holy fuck me! And then I bucked against his mouth as he slurped and sucked my clit until I stiffened and came so thoroughly I thought I might lose my mind. Sweet Jesus…he did it. I opened my eyes and grinned like a cat caught eating the cream. “That was fucking fantastic, Daddy…what else can you do?”Clearly, he’d never been given the oppo

My car has been acting up for weeks and it finally gave out on me yesterday. I had to take it to the shop, leaving me stranded without my usual ride to work. So, Harry, my boyfriend of two years, volunteered to drive me to the office until my car is fixed. We’ve been living together for a little over a year now, and moments like this remind me how thoughtful he can be.It’s a typical Monday morning, the sun barely peeking over the horizon as I slip out of the bedroom. The scent of freshly brewed coffee drifts through the apartment, and I find Harry standing by the kitchen counter, already dressed in his crisp business attire. He looks effortlessly handsome, his tie slightly loosened as he scrolls through his phone.“Good morning, handsome,” I purr, stepping into the room. His head snaps up, and I catch the way his gaze lingers, taking in the tight pencil skirt that hugs my hips and the silk blouse that hints at the curves beneath.A slow smile spreads across his face. “Morning, ba