All Chapters of Lost in Lust with the Daddies {steamiest Short stories}: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

My curiosity and arousal spiked all over again as I began to rummage through the basket. There were still quite a variety of dildos in every color, shape, and size (some that looked almost too thick to take), vibrators, wands, anal plugs, beads, and several different harnesses. One black silicone cock was so large it made my hole twitch just looking at it.“Wow. You still use all of these, and daddy agreed?” I asked, holding up the very large black dildo that made my pussy clench and drip just looking at it.“Oh yes,” she purred. “Sometimes it just feels so good to be really, really stuffed. To feel full in every hole.”I looked at the enormous toy in wonder, heat flooding my cheeks. Lily must have seen the mix of nerves and want on my face.“Don’t worry. We’ll start with something you already know you can take.” She glanced at daddy, who was watching with quiet, intense hunger, his cock already hardening again, the wet head glistening. “Now lie back and relax, Cleo. We’re going to ma

This story is Pure Fantasy, it never happened. I do not believe in Violence Towards Women or the Sexual Abuse of a Child of any age, consenting or not!*******Grey's P.O.VI was scribbling in my sketchbook, slouched against the wall in the corner of the library, with my headphones drowning out the usual quiet sounds of the almost-empty space. I don’t notice Ted Fox approaching until his shadow falls across the page, blocking out the light.“Oh… hey… it’s you…” My voice comes out soft and tentative.“You’re Grey, right? You were in my drawing class last semester.”My eyes flicker up, only to dart back down to my sketchbook like it holds the answers to my unease. I pull one headphone off, letting it dangle against my collarbone, and my fingers tighten around the pencil like a lifeline.“Y-yeah… I was,” I admit, my voice a mere whisper, thick with apprehension. “I… I remember your class. You… you gave me an A.”“Are you sure it wasn’t an A minus?” Ted teases lightly, a hint of mischief

My cheeks burn a deeper red, my breath quickening into shallow gasps. I keep my eyes cast downward, lashes fluttering as I whisper, trembling. “I… I want to… to make you feel good, sir…” My voice cracks with lust, and my fingers trembling against Ted’s thighs. “With… with my mouth…” A small tear slips down my flushed cheek, and I lick my lips again, body quaking with fear and reluctant desire. “P-please… let me… let me taste you…” The words are barely audible, lost amidst the buzzing fluorescent lights, my breath warm against Ted’s pants.“Put your hands behind your back, princess,” Ted commanded.I whine softly at the order, my breath hitching as I obey. With trembling hands, I move them behind my back, fingers intertwining nervously. The motion makes my slender shoulders tense beneath my thin hoodie. My cheeks flare crimson, eyes still lowered, lashes flickering with apprehension. As I breathe, the collar of my hoodie slips, revealing the bruises on my neck that tell silent stories.

I gasp sharply as I’m penetrated, my slender body instinctively arching at the unexpected gentleness. A confused whimper escapes my swollen lips, tears continuing to stream down my flushed cheeks. My fingers scramble against the cool tiles, caught between bracing for the sensation or surrendering to the gentle thrusts.“Y... yes, Daddy…” I breathe shakily, my voice quivering with a mix of relief and confusion. My tight hole flutters around his big cock, unaccustomed to such careful treatment. “Feels… feels so good…” I admit in a broken whisper, my slight frame trembling not from fear, but from an overwhelming tide of emotion. I bite my lower lip hard, trying to stifle the soft, needy sounds that escape me with each slow stroke.My spent cock twitches back to life against my thigh, dripping pre-cum onto the dirty floor. The unfamiliar tenderness makes my chest ache strangely, tears flowing freely as I tentatively push myself back against his hips. “Th... thank you for… for being gentle

This story is Pure Fantasy, it never happened. I do not believe in Violence Towards Women or the Sexual Abuse of a Child of any age, consenting or not!*******June’s P.O.V.I’m June, eighteen, and I don’t mind being thought of as a prick-teaser by the other women in the big-city office where I work nine to five. After all, I take after my mother, a vivacious siren now fifty, right down to my long jet-black hair.Like her, I ooze sexiness. I’m fastidiously clean and treat my lithe body as a prize from God. Tight buttocks, curves in all the right places, and I keep my pussy scrupulously free of hair with daily creams so it’s smooth as satin. I dream that one day I’ll be a first-class photographic model if only the right shutterbug discovers me.I’m Latino, six months off my nineteenth birthday, and I attract more than casual glances wherever I go in my provocative mini-skirts, my long slender olive-complexion legs, and my 38-inch firm boobs with slightly upturned big puffy nipples two