“Katie, you need to stay focused on what you’re doing.” – Daddy said and I nodded, although I couldn’t feel my legs from excitement.Finally it happened: Daddy pushed his dick slowly inside me, just like he did in the mall a couple of days ago, going too slow at first and then pushing himself completely in, for as far as it would go. I started moaning and had to turn towards him to see it. He slapped me: “Katie, I said focus!”I nodded, turning towards Ann’s pussy as I felt him fucking me, harder and harder. I completely lost focus on what I was doing to Ann. All I was doing then was simply pushing a couple of fingers in and out.“This is not working for me!” – Ann yelled, as she turned around to see what was happening.“Daddy, Katie is not focused. And, it’s my turn to get fucked.” – She said, standing up and walking towards him. As he was fucking me, I saw her kneel right in front, waiting for his cock to come out and as it did, she took it in her mouth. Daddy moaned as he watched h
I saw Ann’s eyes move from me to Daddy then back to me again. I was sweating, I was ready and all I wanted was to cum.As I thought I was about to cum, I felt Daddy grab me by my hair and pull me towards him. He also motioned Ann to come close. We were both on our knees, in front of his dick, while he was jerking off and slapping us on the lips with his member.“Put your tongues out!” – He moaned, as we watched him stuck his cock into mine then hers, then my mouth again. Finally, after a while, I saw his cock pulsating and I knew daddy was about to cum. He pulled our heads together as he exploded, watching his cum drip on both of our faces.We all fell down, dead tired after this. As I started rubbing myself in a final attempt to cum, Laura walked out on the balcony. We had all failed to even notice her watching us.“Katie, this is your birthday present.” – She said, giving me a box. As I opened the box, I saw a huge 'naughty toy' inside.“Why don’t we try it out?” – Ann smiled, takin
I lifted the dress above her waist and fought to get ahold of her panties, “Just hold the edge of the tailgate.”“I can’t believe you’re going to fuck me in the garage – just like Ripp and that unicorn girl story he told us about,” Kace muttered.I shook my head and chuckled, “Fine, let’s go in the house.”“No, I like it,” she responded as she bent over and gripped the edge of the truck’s lowered tailgate.It seemed as if Kace and I had no more than got our relationship going, and she was pregnant. The pregnancy had ups and downs sexually speaking, and then the baby was born. After the birth of the baby, there was an eight week wait until we could have sex again. Now we could have sex whenever we wanted, and Kace wanted it all day every day. The only thing preventing us from fucking like a couple of lab rabbits was the fact we had a child attached to one or the other of our hips almost twenty four hours a day.Today, Ripp and Vee took Casey and Jessie to the park. Kace and I got into t
“At twenty-three years of age, I would have hoped pouting would be far behind you, Eleanor.”Eleanor turned her face to the car window and rolled her eyes. She didn’t pay any attention to the soft winter woods gliding past her; she simply didn’t want him to see her childish response to his rebuke. She was in enough trouble with him already. Him—she wouldn’t even think or speak his name.“I’m not pouting...sir.” She delayed adding the term of respect for as long as safely possible. “Pouting is what I do when you send me to bed without supper. You’re leaving me for a week and just pawning me off on some stranger. Pouting is not what this is.”She heard him sigh and felt a tug of sympathy that she quickly forced aside. She knew she was being difficult, but he was being impossible.“Then what is it?” he asked.Eleanor kept her jaw tight. “Righteous indignation.”“Righteous indeed,” he said. “You realize that Daniel is only a stranger to you,” he reminded her, but Eleanor only stared out t
"Could I offer either of you a drink?” Daniel asked, taking a seat on the sofa across from them.“No, thank you.” Eleanor let him speak for her. “I really must be going. My flight leaves in three hours.”“Back to Rome again?” Daniel asked.“Again,” he said, sounding tired of it all.“I’ll walk you out.”Usually he would never leave her without a long and intimate goodbye. But this time he merely stood, brushed a finger gently across her cheek and chin, and left her alone in the room. She waited on the floor although she desperately wanted to run after him and beg him to take her with him. But she was far too well-trained to break a submissive posture for the sole purpose of engaging in what she knew would be a futile emotional outburst.After a few moments, Daniel returned to the drawing room. He said nothing at first and Eleanor could only keep her silence and her eyes lowered.“Please, sit,” he said, his voice kind and quietly amused. “In a chair.”“Oh, a chair. How extraordinarily
Eleanor blinked and nodded. “Yes, sir,” she said through trembling lips.“Good. Your room adjoins mine. It is at the top of the stairs, the second to the last room on the right. Your bags are already there.”“Thank you,” she said, her voice little more than a squeak.Daniel smiled but it was not a kind smile. It sent a chill into her stomach even as his fingers against her skin made her uncomfortably warm. “You flinched,” he said. “This must not be how he usually gets your attention.”“It isn’t. He grabs my neck. Or my wrist.”“Which do you prefer?”She shrugged. “I hate them all the same.”Daniel’s eyes momentarily brightened with suppressed laughter and Eleanor was struck again by how handsome he was. This was going to be a long week.“Go,” he said. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”Relieved to be dismissed from his unnerving presence, Eleanor practically bolted toward the staircase. Taking two steps at a time she made it to the top and down the hall to her room in no time. She threw open th
“Are you ready?” Daniel asked and sat his glass on the table next to his chair.She counted to ten before answering. She knew the answer at “one” but the little feminine pride she had made her wait nine more seconds.“Yes.”If Daniel was pleased by her response, his face didn’t show it. His expression was inscrutable.He sat forward in his chair. Eleanor studied him as he moved. It seemed he was looking only at his own right hand. He fanned his fingers out, gazed at his own palm. His hand curled tight into a fist. But it was the sound of his fingers snapping, loud and unexpectedly sharp, that really demanded her attention. He snapped and pointed at the floor. She responded with well-trained obedience, rising off the rug and kneeling again at his feet.She inhaled as he laid a hand on the side of her face. His thumb caressed her cheek.“I won’t kiss you if that makes you uncomfortable.”“To be honest, I think not kissing would make it worse.”“Honest,” he repeated. “Yes, be honest. It’
“I’d forgotten,” he said quietly, “how beautiful this is.”He moved the candle to his left hand and with his right he touched her. One by one he dipped every finger into her—his thumb, his index finger...sliding one in, pulling slowly out, and then pushing in the next as if he had to experience her from every angle. With a single wet fingertip he widened her tight entrance with spiraling circles. She was so wet she could hear herself.Again he pressed two fingers into her. She arched her hips into his hand. He probed along the front wall of her eager body. She gasped when he suddenly pushed hard into her g-spot, her inner muscles clamping down on him.She heard his soft laughter and she blushed again, this time at her own blatant need for him.“Responsive little thing, aren’t you?” Daniel teased as he pulled out of her once more and leaned forward to set the candle back on the table. “I wonder how you’ll respond to this....”Now it was his mouth on her, his tongue inside her. She balk