Spread Your Legs For Me Novels & Stories

“Now, you’ll be good and open your legs for daddy.” I nod, half excited, half humiliated. My legs spread apart, flashing my cunt in his view. “Fucking wider, bitch.” Impatient, he slaps my legs apart, and yanks me down, this close to bashing my soft pussy against his knee. “More like it.”

I asked (Search for Author Feathers Books 3 or click the name to read my new story-Crush Girl) He sighed and came to me. "Stretch your leg like this?" He requested and I stretched my leg like his. "Carry the second leg up but wiggle your @ss at the same time, then stretch it at 0.00045km away from your first leg." He said and I looked at him in shock. "0.0004 what? how can I calculate the movements of my legs, don't put mathematics here." I said and tried to do what he said but I lost balance and fell to the floor.

My pussy dripped, bit I dragged my legs backward until I got to the bed. Slowly, I lowered myself on it, climbing backwardly while keeping my gaze on his. His jaws tightened, twitching like he was trying so hard not to spread my legs apart and suck the life out of me. When I got on the bed completely, I sat still watching him until he gave his next command. “Spread your legs…. Wide.” My stomach churned and oh! How I love my men, dark and mysterious. My legs parted and I spread them wide, just as widely as he had commanded.

"Do any more and we won't go any further" I blushed and retracted my hand. Wow. I could do this. I could definitely do this. My face felt so hot. I closed my eyes then slowly opened my legs, spreading them wide enough to accommodate him. He didn't say or do anything so I peeked between my lashes and found his eyes roaming down my body which seemed to heat up with every passing second. "Wider" he commanded and I spread them out so much I could feel the muscles of my thighs stretch. Ah I must look like a slut.

My whole body felt weak, as if I had completely melted in his arms. I leaned my head back and rested it on his shoulder as I struggled to breathe, my chest heaving up and down. I felt my legs spreading open and realized that he had inserted his knees in between my own. Using his knees, he parted my legs wide open. This is too much. I started struggling against him again, trying to close my legs together. “Stop struggling, Poppy…spread your legs for me, just like you used to spread it for your husband,” he said in a low voice.

"I want to see exactly how much you want me." I did as I was told. Gripping the table, I pushed my knees apart as far as they would go, spreading my legs wide enough for him to see everything... every exposed inch of me, including my entrance.

Still, I did as he asked, walking to the bed slowly, never breaking eye contact with him as I lay down, holding myself up with my elbows. "What now?" My voice was hoarse and perhaps a sick part of me was excited too. "You legs," He gestured, "Spread them."

As soon as his lips touched mine, I felt every muscle in my body stiffen. He deepened the kiss, running his tongue through my mouth with a ravenous rhythm. Without breaking the kiss, he lift me up and lead my legs around his waist. We hear the dress rip along the sides of both my legs but we couldn’t care less. Before I could think of it, I felt my back touching the bed as he positioned himself between my tights without breaking the kiss.

I don't stop until I'm on my hands and knees in the middle of the bed like ordered. "Chest down, arms spread."

“Spread your legs!” “Yes, sir.” I spread my legs instead, allowing Leopold to enter my body.