All Chapters of Daddy’s Sweet Addiction : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 6The rawness of Johnny’s anal fuck and the buzzing of her tits, pussy, and clit sent Prue off in waves of jerky movements. The tingles wafted down her spine and produced goosebumps on her chest and arms.“Shiiiiiiitttt,” she cried then stuffed her face to the mattress to muffle the moans of lust.Johnny pumped in and out despite her ring pulsing tight on him. It milked his penis until he couldn’t hold back anymore and shot a well-deserved copious load into her ass. The heat of his sperm triggered small flicks of pleasure inside Prue’s ass, making her claw the bed.Finally, Johnny withdrew his dripping cock from her ass and fell beside his guidance counselor. She was smiling wanly as he removed the vibe from her clit and pussy. She fell to her side and he untied her wrists after which he removed the clamps from her tits.“Johnny,” she said in a weak voice, “I don’t think he knows how to do it the way you do.”He looked down at the exhausted sultry face of his school therapist

Chapter 2 Everything had spun completely out of control. How had it come to this? Nothing that had happened when she had woken up that morning had hinted at what was to come. It had been an ordinary day, waking up naked in bed, her arms and legs wrapped around her husband’s naked body.She woke up slowly, her head filled with fond memories of the previous night, how good it had felt when he had fucked her. They had teased one another slowly, tenderly, all evening, building up to the inevitable conclusion.She lay there feeling the rise and fall of his breathing as he continued to sleep and she thought about what they had done the previous night, how good it had been. She thought about the moment when he had thrown her down on the bed and she had been gasping, gagging for him. She had looked at his cock and wanted it inside her.She had cried out when he had entered her and she had continued crying out with ever greater urgency till it happened, till he finally came inside her.It had

Chapter 4She was still waiting for some kind of reaction from Dan. And yet, he didn’tdo anything. She had expected him to explode but he just stood there and asshe looked at him she couldn’t quite make sense of what she was seeing -he seemed to be smiling slightly.“Dan,” she said, “I can...I can explain...”“Oh, I don’t think that there’s any need for that,” he said and his voice wasstrangely calm, “I think I can see what’s going on here.”“No, listen, it’s not...”“Why don’t you both come through to the bedroom? Less cramped inthere.”She couldn't understand what he meant. He didn't seem to have anyproblem with what he was seeing. He seemed pleasantly surprised by it.“Dan?” she said.He looked at her closely and there was an intensity in his eyes. He noddedslightly, almost imperceptibly, and suddenly she understood. This was whathe wanted.She turned to Mark - she had to see what he was thinking about all of this aswell - and he just had that same arrogant smile on his fac

Chapter 1 Andrea took a deep breath behind the spotless, gleaming oak door. She stared at the golden rectangular signage that read Dean of the English Faculty. Looking down, the doormat was well-positioned, its head flat against the bottom of the door frame. It differed from that of other professors, whose doormats sometimes were askew, too dusty, or even threadbare.From the memories from her last visit, she could already tell what the inside of his office would be like.She had been amazed at the paperless table and the sleek computer on the table. The pens were arranged in a glass pen holder beside them. The coats hung neatly at the coat holder by the door. It was opposite the section of the rectangular room that had a mini-golf area and a dart board. One could tell that the room had a theme - modern and minimalist. All glass and chrome. It was more fitting for a tech company CEO than a university lecturer. It was the same as what was said about the office occupant. Many said he l

Chapter 3 This time, she channeled reality and fiction. She ensured her voice was coy and soft, but the tears were genuine. It was a move that always worked. It had worked to curry favors from boyfriends, older relatives, and even her father. But would it work for him?“I don’t need you to do anything… I need you to do the right thing,” he said, but she caught his eye land exactly where she wanted it, on her cleavage.“I will do the right thing. I promise you… just tell me what it is.”When Andrea put on the peach bodycon dress with the dangerous V earlier in the day, she hadn’t considered seducing the professor. But what she had thought about was the same thing she always thought about whenever she was seeing him—looking her best. And her best always meant any outfit that flatters her curves.She watched his eyes; his gaze had lingered longer than ten seconds on her breasts, so much so she could swear that she could feel the heat of his gaze on them. She felt hope flap its wings in