All Chapters of Plunge In Deep: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Suck me properly (3)MarcusWhile we sat eating, I kept noticing the little looks Mona and Matthew gave each other. They both kept glancing at my wife with clear hunger in their eyes. It wasn’t subtle anymore.“Oh Sabrina, can you grab me some more of that sauce? I think it’s at the bottom of the fridge. Thanks, kiddo,” Mona said. She looked over at her husband with a dirty little smile, and he grinned right back without even trying to hide it.“Of course, I’m a good hostess,” my wife answered. She stood up right away and walked over to the fridge in her high heels. When she opened the door she leaned forward and pushed her ass out toward them on purpose. Her short skirt rode up, and since she wasn’t wearing any panties, she gave them a clear view of her swollen, shiny pussy.“She really is a good hostess, don’t you think?” Mona said to Matthew, her voice full of lust.Matthew stared straight between my wife’s legs and licked his lips. Mona smiled at him, and I could see her getting m

Suck me properly (5)MarcusMy wife turned so she was facing sideways to the window and dropped to her knees again. Mona pulled her off Matthew’s cock for a second, then shoved her head right back down on it. Matthew hadn’t expected it. His whole body jerked when his cock sank deep into Sabrina’s throat.“Ohhh yes… this bitch can really suck, Mrs. Weber,” he said into the phone. “Oh yeah, we think so too. Listen, slut — Mrs. Weber wants to know if you’d also blow her husband.”He held the phone near Sabrina’s mouth. She kept sucking harder, her hand stroking the thick shaft faster, her firm tits bouncing with every movement.“Yes please, I want to suck Mr. Weber’s cock and swallow every drop. I need it,” she moaned toward the phone.“You heard that right, Mrs. Weber. The whore loves swallowing cum,” Matthew laughed.“Come on, finish already and give me the phone. Her husband will be back soon,” Mona said. She took the phone and said a quick hello to the Webers.My wife sped up, her to

Daddy Please, Finger Me (1) Linda The loud noise from downstairs woke me up. I sighed, rubbed my face, and sat up in bed. My parents were fighting again. I’m Linda. I’m 22 and I dropped out of college. I’ve been trying hard not to get depressed because leaving school in your final year hurts a lot. But my parents arguing all the time makes everything worse. Whenever they fight like this they always send me to stay with a relative until things calm down. Then I can come back home. I sat on the edge of my bed and listened to them yelling. I heard plates bang and the door slamming. It was the same fight as always and I already knew what was coming. A few minutes later my bedroom door opened and Mom walked in. Her eyes were red and she looked tired. “Linda,” she said, sitting down next to me. “Your dad and I need some space again. We think it’s better if you stay with someone else for a while.” I wasn’t even surprised. “Where is it going to be this time?” She paused. “Your uncle Ed

Daddy Please, Finger Me (3)LindaEdgar looked at me for a second, water still running over his shoulders. He didn’t move away or tell me to leave.“Are you sure about that?” he asked me, squinting his eyebrows a bit. My heart was beating so hard that I could feel it in my throat. “Yes.” I answered, nodding. He turned the water off and pushed the shower door open a little more. “Then come here.”I stepped closer on the wet floor. He didn’t grab me or anything, he was just standing there and letting me look. Up close he was even bigger than I thought. Very thick and looking all veiny. I wrapped my hand around him to find him warm as I stroked him slowly, watching his face. His jaw tightened a little but he didn’t say anything.“You've been thinking about this?” he asked me and I nodded.“Since when?”“Last night,” I said, my voice coming out quiet. “I couldn’t stop.”He let out a short breath. “Show me how you touched yourself.”My face got hot but I didn’t stop stroking him. “In yo

My Husband’s Father (1)Morgan I sat on the edge of the bed in just a thin tank top, my legs spread wide, three fingers already buried inside me while my husband packed the last of his shirts.“Cole, please. Please just fuck me ten minutes before you go.”He didn’t even turn around. “I told you, Morgan. The flight’s in two hours and traffic is bad. We’ll do something when I get back.”When he got back. That was always the answer. We had been married six weeks and I could count the times we had sex on one hand and none of them lasted long enough to matter.He zipped his suitcase, kissed the top of my head like I was a child, and walked out of the bedroom. A minute later I heard the front door close.I dropped back onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. The familiar ache between my legs was still there, the one my husband never bothered to fix.My hand slid down again. I was still soaked. I closed my eyes and started to drift into my imagination. The face that appeared was the same ma