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Story 2: Eat Me, Boss Daddy Gabriel kept Andrea teetering on the edge of orgasm for what felt like an eternity. His thick, veiny cock was buried to the hilt inside her sloppy, cum-filled pussy, stretching her walls perfectly, but every time her body started to tighten and tremble toward release, he would freeze or pull out completely, leaving her empty and desperate. “Please, Daddy…” she whimpered, trying to push back onto him. “I need to cum. I’m so close.”

Her core clamped down on him violently as a massive, shattering orgasm tore through her body. She convulsed against his frame, but Bret didn't stop. He kept thrusting through her climax, his dirty whispers filling her ears. "That's it, daddy's good girl. You're just a little cock cleaner, aren't you? Say it for daddy." "I'm... I'm daddy's good girl... daddy's little cock cleaner," Victoria sobbed out, the dirty words escaping her lips breathlessly. She wasn't crying because it was painful anymore…she was sobbing because it felt so fucking good, a dirty ecstasy that completely eclipsed what she had felt with Eden.

Come again," he commands, and I shatter, squirting all over his mouth as he laps it up like he's starving.'" The words hung in the air, explicit and raw, my most private cravings laid bare for mockery. Laughter roared around me, faces twisting in glee at my expense. "Holy shit, Jess, you wrote that? About Darian?" Brittany howled, clutching her sides. Taylor fanned herself, pretending to swoon. "And it keeps going! 'He stands over me, stroking his cock, making me watch as he edges himself. Then he grabs my wrists, pins them above my head, and thrusts back inside, slow and torturous this time, grinding against my clit with every stroke. "You're mine now," he says, his voice rough with possess

Her Dad has been trying to sleep with me, but he can't tell me directly because he sees me as a sweet innocent woman that would never do such a thing. News flasshhh!!! I help her with it anyways because why not? And before you ask how I know he wants to sleep with me.. you need to see the way he looks at me, it's terrifying. An couple minutes later there's another knock is on my door and it's her Dad coming to thank me for my help and takes Cassie back when she's done. I almost asked him to stay back so he can fuck me, but I remember I have a reputation to keep and not let everyone know I'm a sex freak, so I just wave them goodbye and eat my lasagna and go to sleep.

“Not fucked. Just messed around. There’s a difference.” “Did you at least lock the door?” “Of course I locked the door. What do you think I am, an amateur?” Nash is laughing. “This is why you’re my favorite. No shame whatsoever.” “Shame is boring.” Xavier turns to me. “Arrett. Truth or dare.” “Truth.” “Boring. Fine. What’s the wildest thing you’ve done sexually?” I think about lying but there’s no point. “Had sex in my dad’s office during a company party. Girl from Westbridge. We snuck up there during cocktail hour.”

"Only if it's as big and juicy as yours, daddy... Ooooooh... I'm gonna cum... Fuck me hard, daddy. Make your baby girl cum again!" Danielle massaged her clit even harder. Daddy squeezed her tits tight. He slammed his shaft inside her hungry hole as hard and as fast as he could go. Then Danielle cried out loud, a high-pitched sound of unabashed passion. As her cunt contracted hard around his cock, daddy shoved himself as deep as he could and groaned out loud as he shot his heavy load into his daughter's womb.

After several long, torturous minutes of worshipping my breasts, Fred pulled back, his eyes dark with need. He spun me around forcefully and bent me over the edge of his heavy wooden desk. "Now this is what Daddies do to a bad bitch." The cool surface pressed against my bare tits as he shoved my dress up over my wide, curvy hips, completely exposing my thick ass and the tiny soaked red thong that barely covered anything. “Spread your legs for daddy?" he ordered softly but firmly, his hand stroking the curve of my ass. I obeyed instantly, parting my thick thighs wider and arching my back to push my ass toward him.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

“Yes… Daddy.” “Shh,” he said quietly, his voice commanding and calm, “I've got you.” Thick fingers teased my slick folds, circled my clit slow & firm, before slipping in, curling just perfect to that place. I bucked at him as he got me open with his thighs quaking, while he was stroking my clit in rhythm with his thumb. “That’s it. Let me hear how wet you are for me.”

one regular typed. But I only had eyes for him. DaddyD. The username that had been tipping me stupid money for the last three months. Tonight he’d already dropped two grand, and the private show had barely started. My fingers trembled as I typed back, voice soft and breathy for the camera. “You like what you see, Daddy?” His reply popped up instantly, bold and commanding like always: DaddyD: I want you to ride that pillow like it’s my cock. Slow. Show me how desperate you’d get for me.