"But you want him to"said the little voice that wouldn't shut up in her head.She didn't start crying, not really. she mean, the tears finally spilled over but she didn't sit down and start sobbing. she kept telling herself that he had to come back, that he was supposed to be staying with her for the week and when he calmed down she could just explain to him what happened, that it was awful and that Daniel never wanted to see her again. She kept saying that he couldn't be mad for long because sooner or later he would realise how stupid it was to be mad at her. She was remarkably calm in her actions -- She simply walked to the living room and sat down on the floor in the bay window, staring out at the driveway. She only got up once in the next couple of hours -- Stella called and she answered the phone. she told her that Mr. Harrison had left and that she couldn't talk because he might be calling and hung up. Stella tried calling back but she didn't pick up.She know what she was doing
She looked up at him as tears welled in her eyes, and he was looking down at her. Still, he didn't stop, and she was kind of glad for it. He continued to shove his dick into her throat and after a few repetitions, she was almost able to swallow his entire dick without making a sound. Eventually, he loosened the grip he had on her hair and let her control how much of him she had in her mouth, since she was able to get most of it before he had to thrust forward a bit to get the rest of it down her throat.she wondered for awhile if Mr. Harrison was going to cum in her mouth, as he fucked it for quite awhile. But after a bit, he pulled out. His dick was rock hard and glistening with her saliva. she admired it for a bit before looking up at him. He was watching her stare at his dick, and smiled when she looked up. "You did a good job, baby," he said. she grinned, glad for the praise. He bent down, helping her to her feet, and kissed her once she was standing. "You're still getting a spanki
Mr. Harrison didn't wait. He thrust into her with a single, hard thrust, and immediately started fucking her harder than he had ever fucked her before. His body pressed against her and each time he pushed into her, he hit her stinging ass and sent a shock of pain through her. The mixture of pain and pleasure was more incredibly than anything she had ever felt. It only took a short while for her to cum, and she did without warning. she screamed and moaned and pressed back against Mr. Harrison, her pussy clenching around his dick as she gasped for breath.When she came down, Mr. Harrison pulled out of her and untied her hands. she let them drop to her side and she lifted herself off the bed. He grabbed her roughly and without warning, and she let out a short cry of surprise as he lay on his back and she tumbled on top of him. "You didn't deserve to be fucked like that," he said."I know I didn't, Daddy," she replied in her high-pitched, girly voice. "You're too nice to me.""And don't yo
Jennifer only had a moment to marvel at the difference shaving that tiny patch of hair made, though, as she still had to get ready for school. she turned the shower off and jumped out. It took her a little while to get ready. she dried her hair just slightly before pulling it into two long pigtails that she knew would be curly by the time they were fully dry. she then brushed her teeth before pulling on the tiny little bra and cotton panties. she jumped a bit as she pulled the over her ass, the skin still tender from the night before. she glanced back into the mirror as she pulled the panties up. Her skin was still a light pink that contrasted with the white of her new panites. she had to giggle out loud as she pulled on the white blouse. It was modest enough to get to school with, but when she leaned forward just slightly, gave a nice view of her cleavage. she tucked it into the skirt, which was pleated, and when she walked, flipped up almost enough to reveal her round ass. she put ju
In Mike's second year of college, He was staying with one of his friends, Daniel, as room mate.Daniel was a quiet guy, he was a wonderful friend—caring, so considerate, funny, and always there whenever Mike needed him. He takes Mike as his half brother. But Mike's most favorite thing about Daniel was Daniel's older sister, Vicky.Vicky and Daniel were just a few years apart—Vicky had just graduated from university that year—but they were still very close. Perhaps naturally, Mike couldn't really imagine what Vicky would be like; was she just like Daniel? Was she more outgoing than Daniel? As it turned out, Mike got to learn the answer, and more, when Vicky visited them in August, that year.The first day Mike saw Vicky was when he swung open thier lodge door and found her sitting at thier tiny table with her brother, Daniel, eating and chatting quietly in the way he normally see Daniel do.As Mike set his eyes on her, he had to keep his jaw from dropping. Vicky looked unmistakably lik
As they stepped into the room, Mike turned to Vicky, "Can I help you in search of what you forgot?"Vicky laughed slightly and stared at him with a mischievous look."Well," Vicky said, "I lied to Daniel. I didn't really forget any of my stuff here. I only forgot to do something important. Not that I really forget to do that. Let's say I didn't get the chance."She stepped towards Mike, whose heart was now racing, her long legs overtaking Mike in a moment. For a second, they were inches away from each other, looking at themselves eye ball to eye ball.They got so close that Vicky's breast was touching his chest. There was a mutual connection between the two."With the way you were looking at me yesterday, I knew you wanted this." At this moment, thier lips were just inches away from the other.Vicky bend her head slightly and Mike leaned forward to her lips. Thier lips touched and locked together, thier lips parting slightly to let thier tongues dance and wrestle around each other.Mi
"Yesss! Suck it harder! Ohhh! Ahhh!" She grunted loudly with her eyes, close shut. He sucked on her clit and pulled it up with his lips as if he wanted to pull it out of her pussy, causing her to arch her back in ecstasy."Fuck me, Mike" she commanded. "Fuck me now."Obligingly, Mike quickly stood up and pulled off his t-shirt, leaving himself naked. Vicky unclipped her bra, biting her lip and gazing at Mike sexually as she drop it and, revealing her breasts to him. Mike found himself, staring at Vicky's breast. They were firm and big, begging to be touched by his hard palm."Are you going to stand there all day, or you gonna fuck me?" she said romancing her breast with her hand.Mike smiled and position himself over her. He was about to position his dick at her entrance but Vicky quickly took control of his skinny body and flipped him into his back, then straddled him. Mike looked up and saw the look in her eyes, like she wanted to devour him whole."Most times I like taking charge."
Jack was in senior high school, He just turned 19 and was on the wrestling team. He was 6'1", with broad shoulders, a large chest from counts of heavy weight lifting, and long hairy legs, big feet and big hands. And yes, his dick was pretty big as well with veins. At least, that was what the school nurse told him.One afternoon, he was thrown off the mats by his school heavyweight, who outweighed him by sixty pounds. "Ouch!" He hit the bleachers right on his thigh, and damn it, it really hurt. He tried to limped around to shake it off, but he couldn't stop the pain."You can go and see nurse Sandra." Pascal, his coach said. Sandra was the school nurse. She was a very pretty lady on her twenties. School guys always admires her beauty. She would have been in lot of troubles with boys if she was a student. Her profession was keeping perverts away from her.She had a very pretty oval face with a pale blue eyes. She was moderate in height, well endowed in perfect places. Sandra also had a
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