All Chapters of Cum on Me; Daddies pet : collections: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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seduce my married professor 3

Two days later, I received a single text from an unknown number: My house. 8 PM. Back entrance. Wear a coat over something easy to remove. Do not be late.My stomach twisted with a mix of fear and dark excitement. Going to his home — where his wife lived — was reckless. Dangerous. But the memory of him fucking me on his desk still made my thighs clench every time I thought about it.I arrived at 7:58 PM, heart hammering as I slipped through the back gate and knocked softly on the rear door. Professor Blackwood opened it immediately, dressed in a black button-down and slacks, looking every bit the composed, powerful man he was.“Inside,” he said quietly, pulling me through the dimly lit kitchen.The house was elegant and expensive — dark wood, soft lighting, the faint scent of dinner still lingering. Somewhere upstairs, I heard soft footsteps and a woman’s voice on the phone.“My wife is home,” he murmured, closing the door behind me. “She thinks I’m grading papers in my study. You wil

seduce my married professor 4

The next morning, I walked into the lecture hall with my thighs already trembling. Professor Blackwood had messaged me at 7 AM with precise instructions: Wear the remote vibrator I left in your mailbox. Keep it inside you throughout my lecture. Do not remove it. Sit in the front row.I had obeyed. The small, egg-shaped toy was nestled deep inside my pussy, silent for now but a constant, humiliating reminder of his control. Every step made it shift slightly, sending little sparks of sensation through me.I took my usual seat in the front row. Professor Blackwood entered exactly on time, looking impeccable in a tailored gray suit. His eyes found mine immediately, and the corner of his mouth twitched — the only sign of the dark secret between us.“Today we’ll discuss conflict of interest in corporate law,” he began, his voice smooth and authoritative as he started the lecture.The vibrator buzzed to life on a low setting without warning. I gripped the edge of my desk, biting the inside o

seduce my married professor 5

The next day, the entire university gathered in the grand auditorium for the annual faculty and student leadership meeting. I sat near the back with the rest of my class, but my eyes kept drifting to the stage where Professor Blackwood stood with the other faculty members. He looked composed and authoritative in his dark suit, but every time our eyes met, heat flared between us.I couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday — the way he had fucked me on the lecture desk while the risk of discovery hung over us. The thrill had consumed me completely.Revenge no longer mattered. I just wanted him. Needed him. The danger, the dominance, the way he owned every inch of my body and mind.Principal Hargrove began his opening speech at the podium, his voice booming through the microphone about academic excellence and integrity. The lights dimmed slightly, and the heavy velvet curtains at the sides of the stage swayed gently.I slipped out of my seat during a round of applause and made my way to th

my best friend's mother

I never expected a simple favor for my best friend would completely upend my life.Ryan had asked me to stay at his family’s house for two weeks while his parents were supposedly away for some anniversary trip. His dad was a high-powered executive who was rarely home anyway, and Ryan needed someone to “watch the place” while he handled a last-minute internship interview out of town. As a broke college junior crashing in a tiny dorm, I didn’t hesitate to say yes.What I didn’t count on was her.Mrs. Elena Voss — Ryan’s mother.I had met her a few times over the years during pickups and casual hangouts, but she had always been polite, distant, the classic elegant housewife. Tonight, everything felt different.It was just past 1:30 AM when I padded downstairs, unable to sleep. The house was massive and quiet, the kind of luxury that still felt foreign to me. I was only wearing gray sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, my bare feet silent on the cool marble floors as I headed toward the kitche

my best friend's mother 2

Elena’s hand was still wrapped around my cock, stroking me with slow, deliberate movements as we stood in the dimly lit kitchen. Her robe hung completely open, her full breasts rising and falling with each breath. The taste of her was still on my tongue, and the sound of her soft moans echoed in my mind.“We can’t do this here,” I whispered, my voice rough with restraint. “What if your husband comes home?”Her green eyes gleamed with wicked amusement. She leaned in, brushing her lips against my ear. “Then we should take this somewhere more private. My bedroom. Now.”She released my cock and stepped back, letting the silk robe slip from her shoulders and pool at her feet. Completely naked, she looked like every forbidden fantasy I’d ever had — mature curves, soft hips, and an unapologetic confidence that made my mouth go dry.Elena took my hand and led me upstairs, her bare feet silent on the carpeted steps. Every sway of her ass as she walked in front of me tested my self-control. We

my best friend's mother 3

The next morning, I woke up with Elena’s scent still clinging to my skin and the taste of her on my tongue. Guilt should have eaten me alive, but instead, all I felt was a dark, possessive hunger. Last night, she had seduced me. Today, things would be different. I was done being the nervous college guy. She wanted this as badly as I did — and I was going to take control.I was downstairs making coffee when Ryan unexpectedly walked through the front door, dropping his bag with a tired groan.“Bro, the interview got canceled last minute,” he said, rubbing his eyes. “Flight got delayed, so I just came straight back. You good?”“Yeah, all good,” I replied calmly, even as my pulse quickened. Elena was somewhere upstairs. The risk suddenly felt electric.Ryan headed to the living room and collapsed on the couch, turning on the TV. “Mom home?”“Think so,” I said casually.A few minutes later, Elena came downstairs wearing a loose sundress, her hair slightly tousled. Her eyes widened for a sp

my best friend's mother 4

The next afternoon, the house felt charged with electricity. Ryan was downstairs in the living room, loudly playing video games and yelling at his teammates through his headset. Elena had disappeared upstairs after lunch, giving me a lingering look that said everything. I waited ten minutes, then followed quietly.I found her in the master bedroom, sitting up against the headboard in a silky lavender robe that barely covered her thighs. Her phone was propped on a pillow in front of her. She was on a video call with her husband.“…the project is dragging on longer than expected,” her husband was saying, his face visible on the screen. “I miss you, Elena. How are things at home?”Elena smiled sweetly at the camera, perfectly composed. “Everything’s fine, darling. Ryan’s relaxing downstairs. Marcus has been such a big help around the house.”I slipped into the room silently and closed the door behind me, locking it. Elena’s eyes widened when she saw me, but she didn’t stop the call. Inst

Fucking the delivery man 1

I stood at the kitchen window, staring at the perfectly manicured lawn my husband paid someone else to maintain. Another quiet afternoon in our beautiful, empty house. Mark had left for the office at six this morning with nothing more than a distracted kiss on my cheek and a promise to be home late again. Eight years of marriage, and the spark had faded into polite routine and separate schedules.I sighed, adjusting the thin straps of my cream silk camisole. The matching shorts barely reached mid-thigh. I told myself it was because it was warm, but deep down, I knew I was dressing for the faint hope that someone — anyone — might actually look at me today.The doorbell rang.My pulse quickened slightly as I walked to the front door. I had ordered a few new dresses online yesterday on a whim — something to make me feel desired again, even if only by myself. I opened the door and froze.The delivery man standing on my porch was not the usual older gentleman who came by. This one was tall,

fucking the delivery man 2

Two days later, I was a mess of nervous anticipation.I had ordered another package — this time deliberately choosing something that would require a signature. A set of expensive lingerie I didn’t even need. My hands shook as I refreshed the tracking page every few minutes. When the notification finally came that the delivery was out for today, my stomach twisted with dark excitement.I spent nearly an hour getting ready. I chose a simple but revealing white sundress that hugged my breasts and flared at the hips. No bra. No panties. I wanted him to know. I wanted him to see exactly what I was offering.The doorbell rang at 2:17 PM.My heart slammed against my ribs as I walked to the door. I opened it, and there he was — Jax — looking even more imposing in the daylight. His uniform shirt stretched across his broad chest, and those hazel eyes immediately darkened when they landed on me.“Sophia,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Special delivery again.”I stepped aside without a word.

Fucking the delivery man 3

The days blurred into a dangerous routine. Every time I placed an order — even for something as small as a new candle or a set of kitchen towels I didn’t need — my pulse would race with anticipation. Jax had become my addiction. Three deliveries in the past week, and each one left me more desperate than the last.Today, I waited in the living room wearing nothing but a short black silk robe. The moment the doorbell rang, I practically ran to answer it.Jax stood on the porch, looking devastating in his uniform. His hazel eyes swept over me, darkening instantly at the sight of the loosely tied robe.“Another package, Sophia?” he asked, his voice already rough. “You’re keeping me very busy lately.”I bit my lip and stepped aside, letting him enter. “I can’t seem to stop ordering things. I think I need something only you can deliver.”He set the box down and kicked the door shut behind him. This time, there was no slow teasing. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me against his hard bo

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