All Chapters of Watch Me Explode, Daddy: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Thankfully the rest of the day went by without any further cretinous behaviour. My jaw dropped when I saw Tommy snogging a stunning blonde after he had locked up the tuck shop.“Who’s that?” I asked Mia.“Apparently he found her panties,” she said and sounded tired. I sat down on the pavement next to her, with my feet in the water.“Tomorrow the same shit starts all over,” I sighed.“What are you going to do tonight?” she asked.“Not sure. I am tired,” I said.“I feel like going out for a drink,” she said and stood up. “See you tomorrow,” and she walked away.I finished and then locked up. I got onto my bicycle and saw Mia walking down the street. “Missed your lift?” I asked.“Long story. Goodbye and enjoy your night or whatever,” she said, and I pedalled away. My heart was beating in my chest, and it was not from pedalling my bicycle hard. It was because I was going straight to Mrs Walker.I found her house, and I hoped Tommy did not tell me shit. I got off my bike and pushed it up t

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she cried, repeating it after every strike that landed over her ass. My cock was rock hard and almost bulging from my trousers. Then I had a much better thought of how to punish her more effectively. I pulled her back up and stood her at the side of the bed, letting go of her arms as I wrapped mine around her chest, constraining her movement completely. She wiggled her body to loosen herself from my grasp, but my arms were far too strong. I ran my hands over her stomach, feeling the material of her vest top as I moved higher and higher towards her breasts. Once again she wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples were poking out firmly through her top. I groped at them and squeezed the warm, fleshy lumps in my fingers as she squirmed around in my arms. No doubt she could feel my massive, hard cock rubbing against her ass cheeks as I held her breathlessly close. I could smell the shampoo she had used to wash her hair that day, as the warmth of her body rose up from the top

Olivia Stewart sat glumly behind the counter, staring out on another unproductive morning and anticipated another unpromising afternoon.‘Liv’, as she liked to be known, had not let the loss of her job a couple of years earlier drag her down. Definitely a ‘glass half full’ type of person, she had seen the demise of the travel company where she worked as an opportunity and had determined to make a go of her own business. If only she could think of something that would endure the deepest recession. What was a constant in people’s lives? Not fancying the idea of undertaking as an undertaking, she had settled on the second certainty in life - sex. Scraping together all the money she could muster and borrowing what she couldn’t, Liv had opened her sex shop under the appropriate title of ‘Liv’s Delights’.Had she possessed more business acumen to partner her unquestionable enthusiasm, Liv might have remembered the old adage ‘location, location, location’ and anticipated the limitations of a

Both women laughed as they secured the door and walked into the shop. Once inside, Liv put on a silly, sales assistant’s voice. “And what would madam like to try first?”Entering the spirit of things, the shopper answered in an exaggerated version of her own refined voice. “What do you recommend young lady?“Perhaps a simple, non-vibrating penis. My most discerning clients often like to warm up with one of those.”“That sounds capital.”“And what size and colour is madam interested in?”“Flesh coloured please. As to size, I would very much welcome your advice.”“It’s mainly a matter of personal preference, madam.”“Oh, I see. The problem is I have very little to go on. My husband is about this size” she used both her hands to demonstrate the length and girth of Roland’s penis “and that does not satisfy me, so I assume I will need something larger.”“Not necessarily, madam,” Liv corrected her. “It is not just a matter of size but also technique.”“Really? You do surprise me.”“May I su

“Erotic baking, really?” I exclaimed, not really sure what to make of my wife’s suggestion.“Yes, erotic baking, dear, I’m sure it will be fun,” she replied.I have to admit I really wasn’t sure. The idea of spending an entire evening making cakes in the shape of penises and goodness knows what else didn’t exactly fill me with excitement.“Where is it?” I enquired“The sex shop at the bottom of town,” she replied.“The sex shop?” I replied more than a little confused.“Yes, I suppose it adds to the ambience, being in a sex shop, it makes it just a little bit more erotic.” She answered.Now I was intrigued. I had never set foot in the town’s sex shop before and was surprised that with the rise of the internet it was still in business. Maybe I could persuade Sophia to buy some lingerie while we are there. Maybe even some handcuffs or chains?Upon arrival that evening I wasn’t convinced. The shop looked as if it had been abandoned a long time ago. My wife however didn’t seem to have any