All Chapters of Plunge In Deep: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Daddy’s little slave (2)LaraFrom behind, he grabs my belly, plays with a small fold of skin, and gives it a light pull making a soft sound leave my mouth. His hand slides lower until it reaches the thin strip of hair above my pussy. He strokes it slowly, first in the direction the hair grows, then against it. Gently he takes a few strands between two fingers and tugs.“I used to want you completely smooth, remember? You didn’t like it, so I was kind and let you keep some. Maybe I should pluck every hair out with tweezers next time. What do you think?”“No,” I say firmly and shake my head.He turns me around and tells me to take my place. I drop to my knees in front of him right away. He holds my face in both hands and kisses me very softly on the mouth.“You’re right. That would be too much,” he says between soft kisses.Without me noticing, he reaches for a short piece of rope. I never have a hair tie with me, so he gathers my messy hair and ties it back with the rope. He kisses me

Daddy’s little slave (4) Lara “That’s how long the clamp stays on,” he tells me. “That’s how long you have to take it. After that, I’ll give you a break.” He taps the cane lightly against the clamp on my clit making me twist and squeeze my eyes shut. Of course I try to close my legs to protect myself, but the ropes hold me open and I have to accept there is nowhere to go. He kisses my cheek, tells me he loves me, then starts striking my breasts with the cane. Those hits don’t hurt as much but the real trouble comes when he aims straight at the clamps on my nipples. I whimper and make small yelping sounds. I haven’t stated crying yet. Instead I clench my fists and spread my toes wide, trying to deal with the pain. It feels especially sharp when the cane hits the clamp on my clit. The clamp moves with every strike but stays locked, pulling my clit in different directions. I moan loudly, my eyes begging him to stop. He shows me the phone and I see that thirty seconds have pas

Punished by Daddy (1)NadiaI was full of energy and a little restless, waiting for Daddy to get home. Even when we were both busy with regular life, I still thought about him all the time. My mind kept going back to him during the day, no matter what I was doing.I had been teasing him with videos and pictures while he was at work. Short clips of me biting my lip, slow pictures of my body in different outfits. I could tell he liked them by the way he replied. Sometimes he only sent one word, but I knew what that word meant. I kept thinking about the way he talked to me, how his words always got my mind racing and my body reacting. I remembered the first time we really connected at that crowded party, people were everywhere, but when we looked at each other everything else seemed to fade. He woke up something wild in me that I had almost forgotten was there. I admired him and wanted him badly.I didn’t hear him come in behind me. I was still looking at his last message on my phone,

Spank Me, Daddy (1)AliceMy hands gripped the top rail of the chair, the leather warm under my fingers. I shifted my knees on the cushion but kept my legs spread wide. A few minutes earlier I had come home, taken off all my clothes, and gotten into this position for Daddy.“Five minutes? Ten minutes? Twenty minutes? God, when is he coming home?” My mind kept asking the same question over and over. Waiting was making time feel slower. I pictured what he would see when he walked in: my back arched, my ass pushed up high, my pink pussy and asshole fully visible to him, my head down, the black leather collar around my neck. My body was already tense from holding the pose. My mind was full of dirty thoughts about what he might do. That picture helped me stay still and make myself look even better for him.Being perfect for Daddy, or at least trying to be, was the most important thing in my life. He was my boss at work and also my step-dad. I knew how messed up that sounded. I had alread

Suck me properly (1)MarcusI pulled into the driveway and saw my wife Sabrina standing in the kitchen cooking dinner. Through the window I could see her beautiful blonde hair and her slim, attractive body. God, I still loved her. Her body still drew me in every time I looked at her. But we had been married for three years now, and the sex had not been dirty or exciting since the wedding. I was 38 and she was only 24. I missed the spontaneous, passionate sex we used to have when we first got together. Looking at how she always dressed sexy — short skirts, tight tops, high heels — most people would never guess how quiet things had become in our bedroom.I unlocked the front door and heard my wife’s voice along with other voices. For a second I thought I heard a soft moan. I took off my jacket, set down my briefcase, and walked into the kitchen.“Hello, Marcus, darling! Look who I invited for dinner!” Sabrina said with a bright smile, pointing to our neighbors.I recognized Mona and