All Chapters of Seduce Me, Daddy: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

His muscular arms wrapped around her as his barrel chest pressed up against her significantly smaller body. She felt the bulge in the guard’s slacks grow as it pressed up against her waist. The man was clearly excited to get his hands on such a cute young woman.Sylvia’s hands roamed up to the man’s shirt and unbuttoned it. She pulled it down revealing his rippling, muscular torso. The man grabbed at her t-shirt, her hard nipples pressing up against the fabric. He pulled it up and off along with her bra, and with his hand on her shoulder, he ducked his head down and placed his lips around one erect nipple. He began to suck, and Sylvia ran her hand through the man’s slick black hair. He took his mouth off her nipple, licked his lips and looked up into her eyes. “Now the next one.”The guard ducked his head down again and sucked on her other nipple, his manly lips around her areola, his saliva trickling off his tongue and onto the tip. He stood up and Sylvi

She couldn’t believe how good it felt being looked at like this. The man sat down on a nearby chair. Chloe’s hand popped the button on her jeans and down she reached. She was already aroused. She put her fingers in her mouth and bit down lightly as she pressed her other hand against her pussy, the heel of her palm against her clit. Taking her hand out, she looked at the slick gleam on her fingers. She touched her hand with her tongue, and licked her juices from her digits. The taste was something Chloe had grown to like, the excited shiver she got from something as naughty as licking her own cream always heightened her arousal. She wondered just how horny she’d be if this man got her underwear off.Chloe puckered her lips around her finger and sucked her sap from her skin, before stepping over to where the Wallflower sat, watching her.The man’s trousers concealed an obvious erection, clear even in the dark of the large room. He narrowed his eye

Okay, here we go. False smile in place, pretending I'm happy to be here.As I followed my parents up the garden path from the departing taxi to the front door of my mum's cousin's house, I tried to think of the good points about being here. I couldn't come up with any.My mum's cousin, Dave, was getting married tomorrow, and he had invited all of his family living in the north to come spend the whole weekend from Friday to Monday. The event was to be a family reunion, with cousins, aunts and uncles who hadn't been together for years all gathering for a huge weekend of partying and celebrating.Dave and his wife-to-be, Sandra, owned and ran a bed and breakfast with fourteen bedrooms. They had shut down the house to the public for the weekend and were using it to host the family gathering. Sandra had no family herself, so all of Dave's relatives had been invited. Above the doorway hung a sign bearing the words Willow Garden Guesthouse.The

Had I not had so much alcohol in my system I would have fired my cum in moments, but the wine, beer and spirits held me in check, and Angela worked her magic for ten minutes, before coming up to face me.Her eyes were glazed over, partly with alcohol and partly with lust. "I want you to fuck me Jack."Her voice was soft and alcohol slurred, but also strong and demanding.I didn't answer, I just reached my arms around her and pulled her close, pressing my lips against hers and kissing her deeply, our tongues wrestling and entangling.I grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up over her head, threw it aside and reached round her to loosen her bra. Once the bra catch was open, Angela leant back into the sofa before allowing me to slide it off of her shoulders. She arched her back to thrust her breast up into the air as they were exposed. With one hand behind her to support her lower back, the other hand ran up her side to

It had been a typical Wednesday night at the bar. A few regulars sat at the bar stools slowly drinking themselves into a stupor after a day’s work or whatever they do before they come in. A random table of coworkers still dressed in business attire drank their gin and tonics and laughed periodically throughout the night. There were a couple of ladies, maybe old friends reliving their younger days, who sat at the end of the bar who kept calling for my attention asking questions about women, sex, or whatever they thought could embarrass me with. They really didn’t faze me too much; I would flirt back every now and again or maybe fake a blush because I needed the tips. Other than that, it was pretty slow. I had just graduated from college, and bartending was about as good of money as my friends were making, plus it provided some interesting stories and more than its share of ladies. I had bartended all through college, and pulled more than my fair share of