"Ohhh! Shit!" Daniel groaned as he was about to cum. He could feel the familiar sensation coming up. It was just a five minutes sex and he was about to explode."Yes, baby! Harder!" Sandra screamed as her boyfriend, Daniel, gave a deep thrust into her pussy. At this moment, he couldn't hold it anymore.Sandra was hoping he could go more, at least, for a couple of minutes but her hope crashed as she felt him depositing his seed inside her hungry pussy. She felt disappointed again. After offloading all his load inside her, he rolled off her with a satisfied sigh and collapsed behind her.“Do you want a watch a movie before you go?” Daniel asked after catching his breath. Sandra agreed and cuddled up to him. She was not satisfied, but she was happy to be with him. Daniel was the most lovely guy she have ever been with, but he has his drawbacks. Unfortunately, it wasn't the one that can be ignored, Rather, it was a big one. He can't satisfy Sandra. Sandra always finds herself unsatisfied
She began to fight it off from her mind. It would be wrong for her to get herself off by thinking about her step daddy. But again, she remembered her step daddy did stroked and cum upon thinking about her. That justification was enough to stir the idea of rubbing her pussy.“But this is wrong. Totally wrong. Sandra, you have to stop!.” she was trying as much as possible to stop herself from moving her hand down.She tried to force herself to think of something else. Something interesting apart from what she saw in her step daddy's study room. She doesn't know how or when, but after a while she drifted off to sleep.The next day, Sandra woke up with strange feeling. Just as she never wished, her thoughts landed back to what happened last night. She tried to clear it off her mind immediately but it seemed impossible.She got down from the bed and began her morning routine, quickly stripping out of her clothes to take a quick cold shower. She had fallen asleep in her white cotton pantie
Sandra did as if she doesn't know the mess on her breast and replied, "Nothing really. I will probably go to my boyfriend's house and stay for a while""It's alright. Well remember that today is daddy's laundry day. Make sure you get all your dirty clothes together for me to wash for you.” Sylvester said and just then his eyes slide down to Sandra's breast. He couldn't avoid them for some moment. He stared at it for a while before he looked up to Sandra's face and said,"Um...angel. You got some little mess on your....uh......." Sandra notice he couldn't finish what he wanted to say. Sylvester doesn't want to say breast, boobs or anything along these lines. Sandra decided to do as if She had no idea of what he was trying to tell her."I mess? Where, Daddy?" Sandra asked, using the term of endearment."You should be aware. You have a mess on your, uh,...chest." He replied, and Sandra looked down, acting surprised when she saw the syrup.She scooped the syrup up with her second finger,
He smelled it and was satisfied. To him, she smell like matured woman, just exactly how a woman should smell. With this effect, Sylvester got instantly hard. He knew what he wanted to do next. He needed to know if it taste as good as it smelled.He knew what he was doing was wrong. He knew he was supposed to put an end to the urge but he couldn't. To justify what he was about to do, He said to himself, “It's just a pantie. Moreover, I have already come this far.”He licked her cream clean from the crotch of her pantie, as he was rubbing his dick through his sweatpants until there was no more. After all her claymore was gone, he felt aware of disappointment and dissatisfaction. He needed more. He needed more of her pussy cream. But mostly he needed to cum. For a moment, he considered going back to his room and stroking but he quickly changed his mind and decided to do it on her room.Sylvester pulled up the chair at his stepdaughter's desk and sat down. He pulled down his sweatpants an
Sandra pulled into the driveway. She began to cry in the car. She felt like there was a huge block in high relationship with Daniel at the moment. She has always been okay with Daniel, even though he wasn't satisfying her. She always handled it herself whenever she got home, but today was different.Her mind was flaming in fire. She doesn't even know if she was upset because she Daniel didn't satisfy her, or if she was upset because she can't have her step daddy who have exactly what she want. She could remember the day she was hearing her mom, moaning loudly for close to half an hour while having sex the with him.She couldn't tell where her frustration is coming from. She wanted to be mad at her stepdad for making her think many bad things about him in the first place. She felt empty, almost like she wasn't even there when Daniel and her had sex. Daniel used to hold her and make her feel cared for but she couldn't even stick around today. She hated the fact she pushed and warned Dan
Just as their lips touched, Sandra felt all her Insecurities fade away in seconds. Sylvester didn't pull away from her, rather he saw himself responding to the kiss. Even though he has fantasized about it, he never dreamed of it becoming a reality. He knew it was wrong but he was enjoying it. It was as if a spell was casted in him. It was a Kiss, full of love and affection. It gave her comfort. She knew that her step dad had been getting off to the idea of her, sucking his dick when he was watching sex video and he had been checking her out lately. Even though she had confimed that her step dad was thinking of her sexually, she was still wondering if it was just a fantasy.She began to wonder if he will hate her when he finally found out how she really felt. She doesn't see it as a lust affection. She really loved him. She thinks it is something more than lust on her side.But still, Sylvester hasn't pulled away from her. Sandra decided to push this kiss a little bit further. She shif
“Dad, I really love you. I don't know, but I think I am having deep feelings for you. I know that what I am saying now is crazy and unacceptable, " She couldn't keep her eyes on him so she lowered her eyes down his chest and continued, "but it isn't just a canal lust or common sexual attraction. As I was coming home, I was scared by how I was feeling. That was one of the reason why I was crying. Ever since I saw you yesterday stroking your dick, with my name, I've never gotten myself. I knew you may be attracted to me sexual, "She summoned courage and raised her face again to his face and continue, "but I don't know if you want me Emotionally or you just filled with lust. I know it's wrong to say this but my pussy is so hungry and needy for your dick. I don't know if I will ever be happy until I have you dick dip inside me with your big dick. Before you judge me, I want you to understand that this is not lust. I am not lusting on you, but rather, I'm having deep feelings for you. I do
“Do you think I am joking with you? Now strip and bend over my lap.” His voice was commanding and she loved it. She like how he was taking control of everything. She slowly pulled down her tennis skirt with a coyly grin without wasting any time. She knew he wasn't doing this to harm her. He was sure that he was going to spank her with emotion. She began to soak her pantie more just by thinking about it. And this moment Sandra was standing in front of her stepdaddy with just her top and soaked oozing pantie.” Now come over and bend on my lap. Don't say anything unless I tell you to.” he said, and the Sandra stepped forward and bent over his lap. Feeling a little naughty, she spread her legs a little bit about so that he could see her pussy line which was soaked.Sylvester saw how fresh her stepdaughter's ass look. Her sexy lace pantie was not covering her whole ass. It was such an erotic display. Her ass cheek was left exposed to him. There was no trace of spot on her ass. He felt lik
Mike's mouth was partly agape. His eyes were bulging already. Any man would want to have a taste of those milk industries. Oh damn it! He was not any man. The lady in question was his freaking sister-in-law! Vicky hesitantly grabbed both boobs with her hands— a futile effort to cover it up. In between her fingers, the nipples were still pointing at Mike. It felt like they were telling him to come. “Damn it, Mike!! Get a fucking grip of yourself!” He thought in his mind. As if jolted back to reality, he turned swiftly. “Mickey,” Vicky's voice called him in a very cute manner. “Is there—” Mike didn't let her finish before cutting her off. “What the heck are you doing in my matrimonial chamber?” His voice was stern and rebuking. “Your matrimonial room,” Vicky said, feigning ignorance. “Oh, my bad. I had no idea. Didn't know which of the rooms you told me to go to.” “Y
On a cold and quiet night, the voice of Jennifer moaned melodiously as her husband, Mike rammed in and out of her. Beads of sweat were all over the head of the well built thirty year old man. “I love you, Mike,” Jennifer croaked out amidst the pleasure that was ravaging her entire body. “Call me daddy, sweetheart,” Mike's hoarse voice said, sending chills down the heavily aroused and sensitive body of his wife. “Daddy!!” Jennifer obeyed. The moment of pleasure lingered for a while before the two finally got to the height of the excitement. Jennifer hit orgasm with soft and tender cry accompanied by many body jerks. She came. Mike, on the other hand, shot his hot cum deep inside her. With that, he let his weight collapse on the bed. Not long after that, he carried Jennifer to the bathroom and washed her up. Jennifer was in bed, waiting for Mike to join her so they could sleep in a warm cuddle when his phone began to ring. “Babe, your phone is ringing,” she said. Mike finished wa
Epilogue . . . Rothschild came back home in anger and told Bella to leave his house. "Leave my house. I don't want to see you in my house anymore." Rothschild said. "What are you saying? What have came over you?" Bella asked. "Nothing. I just realized you have been deceiving me. I'm not impotent. Amelia just gave birth to my son." "And how sure are you that you are the father?" Bella asked and Rothschild slapped her across the face. "Don't say that in your life again. I ran a test and it confirmed that I'm okay. You have made me do terrible things. Now i want you to leave. I don't want you again." Rothschild said and it sparked an argument. It ended with Bella leaving his house. The next day, Mike went back to the hospital. He could not rest. Rothschild arrived at the hospital nearly breathless, trying to suppress the storm of emotions crashing against the walls of his heart. He needed to see Amelia, had to seek her out. He weaved through the clinical corridors, the scent
"Look here, mister, you have to leave here now, or else, I'm going to call the security on you. We are not ready to listen to whatever you have to explain. You can't just come here and cook up a story, then expect us to believe. We are not kids. By the way, Who even gave you the permission to come in here in the first place and disrupt the peace of a woman who has just given birth?""The doctor did....the doctor gave me permission to come in here!" Rothschild replied hurriedly before they got any other second thought. He wiped the tears from his eyes and waited. "The doctor?" The second nurse asked this time. "Yes, the doctor asked that I come in here to see my wife.""She is not your wife, mister. That woman lying there is a single mother and I'd appreciate if you leave here already." The first nurse said sternly to him. Their arguments and noises was disrupting Amelia from having a peaceful rest. It got to a point that Amelia woke up from the sleep. "What....what is going on he
"Amelia?" Rothschild called out as he got closer to her and stared down at her face. He couldn't believe his eyes—he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Amelia had given birth! He rushed to where the child was to see the child that she had given birth to. He held his breath for what seemed like an hour—just staring down at the child who was fast asleep too, with amazement in his eyes. He held himself back from crying. "It's....it's my child!" Rothschild let out, trying to fight back the tears but he couldn't help himself. The child was too beautiful for him to take his eyes off. And the child was equally tiny too. Rothschild wanted to reach down and hold his newborn baby in his arms but the door suddenly opened, disrupting him from touching the child. "Sir, what are you doing here?" It was the nurse who had earlier told him to stay miles away from the ward. "I...I...just came in here to.." Rothschild couldn't seem to find his voice anymore. "Please sir, you need to leav
Rothschild could not contain his joy when he got a response from Amelia the next morning. Although she had not revealed her location to him yet, the contents of Amelia's message made Rothschild leap for another round of joy. Her due date was around the corner and Amelia had wanted him to know that she was going to have their baby sooner or later. "So I'm finally going to be a father!" Rothschild said with excitement in his tone. "When I thought that this day would never come, finally luck has decided to shine its rays down on me." Rothschild said and continued with his preparations to go to the hospital. The result of the test that had conducted on him was finally ready and he had a good feeling that it was going to turn out to be positive. Rothschild ignored Bella's presence still in his home while he walked past her with happiness—he didn't care about anything else, order
"You are impotent, don't you remember and there's the test from the hospital to prove that!" Bella said in response. Rothschild curled his fist into a ball, holding himself back from slapping the hell out of Bella's cheeks. "You bitch!" He roared at her. "I should have known that this is who you really are. Why didn't I know from the start that your heart is darker than night in itself!""How can you speak to me like that. You know it's true, Rothschild, you know what I'm saying is true. Amelia is a liar and a cheat. She got pregnant for another man and now you think that the child is yours?""Be reasonable for just one time in your life!" Bella added. "The only unreasonable person here is you, because you think that I'm a puppet you have your fingertips, isn't that right, Bella?!" Rothschild shot at her but she kept mute. "Answer me, Bella, did you or did you not doctor those test results?!" Rothschild asked,
"Don't you dare put your fucking hands on me, or else I'm going to beat the crap out of you!" Rothschild yelled out in anger. Bella scotted backward in fear, she had never seen Rothschild this angry before and it scared the life out of her. "You lying scum, I don't even know what to call you. You made me send my pregnant wife away from the house and now, I don't even know where to find her!""She wouldn't take my calls or even reply to my text messages and it's all your fucking fault, you bloody bastard!" Rothschild cursed out at Bella who still wore her mask of ignorance. "What...what are you talking about, Rothschild?!" Bella asked, feigning ignorance as she sat still on the floor. "Don't even get me started on that!" He warned. "I want you to go up there, pack everything that belongs to you and get the hell out of my house, I don't want to ever set my eyes on you again, do you understand that?!" Rothschild said and stormed off. "Rothschild please wait!" Bella tried to stop hi
Bella was in shock for almost an hour after Rothschild had left the house. She wanted to run after Rothschild but she found her foot rooted to the ground. "And what was that I had seen in Rothschild's hand, it can't be what I think it is or can it be that...." "No, no way, it cannot be possible!" Bella said aloud to herself, rushing back into her room to change out of the clothes and put on proper clothes but by the time she went outside, there was no sign of Rothschild anywhere, he had already driven away. "No, no, this can't be!" Bella started to panic. She couldn't see what was right in front of her and that caused her to trip over the stairs while she walked. She remained on the floor motionless but clutching her chest tightly. In as much as Bella wanted to deny that she had seen Rothschild walk out of the room with a test results in his hand, so that it would offer her a flicker of hope that Rothschild was not suspecting a thing, it was obvious that the jig was up and soon