All Chapters of Sin And Seduction (A Wet Collection): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

With the tip of his shaft at my pussy hole, I didn’t have time to brace in taking his gigantic cock before he was pushing it deep inside me.      “Fuck, little girl. Your little virgin cunt is the tightest I’ve ever felt. Wetter than any pussy I’ve ever had.”      I gripped my heaving tits and pushed them together, lifting the heft of my flesh to my mouth and dragging my tongue over my nipple. “How does it feel? Tell me more.” My voice was breathless as I pushed through the discomfort of taking Daddy’s giant cock, of taking a dick inside my pussy for the first time ever.      He started pounding into me then. He wasn’t gentle, even though he knew his little girl was untouched, just as I’d asked. The headboard banged against the wall as I willed my cunt to stretch and the pain to subside.       “Best pussy I’ve ever had. Tighter, hotter, and fucking sweeter than your mom’s and anyone else’s before her. Nothing beats my baby girl’s cunt.” He pulled o

It was a hot summer day. The outside temperature was 30◦C/86°F, and the inside was just above 20◦C/68°F, if we could trust the old thermometer on the wall. The studio was half full of students—some I knew for a while, some relatively new.At first, when I entered the small place, I felt like I had stepped into a fridge. My skin prickled and my nose went cold, my body not expecting the sudden change in temperature. Once I had cooled down, the nice breeze from the air conditioner felt relaxing and slid over my skin almost like a caress.“Hey, Chiara.” Suzi Valenti, one of the people in the class that I had known for years, called to me and waved. She was a nice girl with bright talent, but the wrong upbringing. From whispers I’d heard from other students, I had learned that her father was some kind of mafia boss who commanded the state. “How was Greece?” she chirped, her fingers stroking the small wooden tripod next to her, and inviting me for a class-long session of gossip, something

As soon as I started removing my clothes, doubts started replacing them on my skin. The more naked I became, the more I started second-guessing myself.Goosebumps raised the hairs on my shoulders, yet I didn’t feel cold from the heat of my skin. There was a big mirror above the sink in the bathroom, and I could see myself fully. The more I looked, the more things I found in myself that I didn't like, making my words to Axel less true.I was not the skinniest of girls, and when I was in middle school, I had gotten so fat that my skin ripped, causing stretch marks to form on it. So now, even though I had lost some of the weight from before, I could still see the white marks all over my stomach and hips.Then came the issue with my big arms and the wideness of my waist. I had a pear-shaped figure, but I didn't really feel like it was something as remarkable as people made it out to be.My gaze continued wandering up and down my body, noticing stuff I hadn't no

I was tired. My muscles were hurting from the uncomfortable position and my feet had gone numb, yet I didn’t plan on moving until I knew he was done painting me.I just took a deep breath and let my thoughts trail back to everything I had imagined during the past few hours. I transferred to a place far from this studio, to a world with brighter colors and fewer restrictions, to a country in which me loving him wouldn’t be seen as something wrong, or as something sinful.I closed my eyes just for a second, and I saw the fantasy—I saw his hand wrapped around mine while we walked on the street without anyone caring that the person next to me was almost fifteen years my senior; I saw us kissing in front of an ice cream shop without anyone having the need to make snarky remarks about my daddy issues; I saw us joined under the moonlight, his hard body pressing into mine as his mouth devoured mine. And then I heard a sound and my eyes snapped open, forcing me to

“So you want to torture me?” I asked, my voice already weak and quiet.“I like to call that edging,” he said. “Sounds less torture-y.” He chuckled once again, but I was already lost to the pleasure that was building in my body.My right hand was rubbing my clit slowly, while my left one had gone to my breasts and was squeezing them, pinching my nipples from time to time.“Your body was made to be painted like that,” he commented, his words hitting me right at the core.I sighed and arched my back. It felt too good doing that. Too right.I let myself go, I let my body enjoy the sensation while my mind went wild with pleasure.“How many times have you done that, thinking of me?” His voice pulled me from my trance and I suddenly froze. How could he know? “Oh, no, don’t stop on my behalf,” he murmured, and slowly, I let myself continue.“I have no idea what you are talking about,” I replied, spreading my legs just a bit wider, trying to distract him from