Make Me Yours Daddy: Hot Daddy Tales のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 211 - チャプター 220

Lois's POVThe late afternoon sun poured through the big windows of my studio, warm and golden on the wooden floors. I stood in front of the mannequin, pinning the neckline of a pale silk dress I was making for a client. The fabric felt cool and slippery under my fingers. I was wearing a simple white tank top and a short black skirt that rode up when I bent over. No bra today because it was just me and the sewing machine. My nipples brushed against the thin cotton every time I moved.The radio sat on the shelf above my cutting table, playing low like it always did on long afternoons. That show I never told anyone about. The one where people called in and confessed their dirtiest fantasies. I usually listened with half an ear while I worked. Today the host’s smooth voice filled the quiet room.“And what’s your fantasy tonight, caller? Don’t be shy now. We’ve heard it all. Tell us what really gets you going.”There was a pause on the line. Then a man’s voice came through. Low. A little

Lois's POVWe sat at the dining table and ate. The conversation was normal at first. Work stories from the construction sites. Someone’s joke about a guy who fell in the mud. I laughed in the right places and poured more wine when glasses got low. But inside I was burning. Every time one of them looked at me I imagined what their hands would feel like on my skin. I kept shifting in my chair because my pussy was getting wetter by the minute. I could feel it on my thighs.Joe sat at the head of the table, relaxed and happy, completely unaware. He kept smiling at me across the plates like I was the best thing in his world. That made my chest tight with love. He had no idea what I was about to give him.After dinner we moved to the living room. I opened the good bottle of red wine I had been saving and poured for everyone. The brothers sat on the big sectional. Joe took the armchair by the window. I stayed standing for a minute, heart pounding so hard I was sure someone would hear it. The

Lois's POVPaul kissed different than Luke. Slower at first, like he wanted to savor it. His tongue teased mine, coaxing, until I was the one chasing his mouth. His hand on my hip tightened and he pulled me against him. I could feel his cock, thick and hard, against my belly. While we kissed his hand slid lower, under the hem of my black dress, and up the back of my thigh. His fingers brushed the bare skin where my stockings ended and he groaned into my mouth.“No panties,” he muttered against my lips. “Jesus, Lois. You came out here ready for us.”I shivered. My pussy clenched hard at his words.When Paul pulled back he didn’t let go of me right away. He kept one hand on my ass, squeezing gently.“You’re already wet, aren’t you?” he asked, loud enough for Joe to hear. “I can feel it on your thighs.”I nodded, too breathless to speak.From across the room Joe’s voice came, low and rough.“Show them, baby. Let them feel how wet you are for this.”My face burned but I didn’t hesitate. I

Lois's POVLuke stepped right in front of me. His cock was thick and heavy, the head shiny with precum. He tapped it against my bottom lip once, twice, smearing it across my mouth like he was marking me. My lips parted on their own.“Open up, Lois,” Luke said, voice rough and thick with want. “Show your husband how good you suck cock. I want him to watch you take every inch.”I opened my mouth wide for him.Luke pushed the fat head of his cock past my lips. The taste of him hit my tongue immediately — salty, a little bitter, warm. I kept my eyes on Joe the whole time, just like he wanted. Joe was still slowly stroking his own cock, eyes locked on my face. His breathing had gotten heavier. I could see how much this was turning him on and it made my pussy clench hard between my legs.I started sucking.I took him deeper, hollowing my cheeks the way I knew Joe liked when I sucked him. My tongue swirled around the h

Lois's POV“Make her come on your tongue,” Joe told him. “I want to watch her come while you eat her. Don’t stop until she’s shaking and begging.”Paul grinned against my pussy.“Oh I will.”He buried his face between my legs again and went back to work. This time he sucked my clit harder and added a second finger, stretching me open while his tongue flicked fast and relentless over that sensitive spot.I couldn’t stop moaning. My hips were rocking against his face now. Cum and spit were still drying on my chest. My torn panties were somewhere on the floor. And my husband was watching another man devour my pussy like it was his favorite meal.Paul’s voice was low and filthy against my pussy.“Fuck, Lois… you taste so good. I could stay down here all night eating this sweet cunt. Your husband is one lucky man.”He sucked my clit back into his mouth an