All Chapters of Night Stands : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

A DAUGHTER'S NEEDHighly Rated NOTE: This story is mainly about Father/Daughter so as usual, if not interested you should skip it.Chapter 5"I don't wanna stop," the blonde told her dad. "I wanna feel it get hard, Daddy. Besides, the way you keep rubbing my ass is making my pussy wet.""Oh god."Ray's hand only started squeezing and groping his daughter's ass even harder. He was moaning softly while Cindy kept rubbing her bare thigh over the front of his sweatpants. Brook could see the large bump forming there as his cock got bigger. Her heart was beginning to race and she didn't know how she was ever going to keep lying still and keep up a convincing pretense of sleeping. At the same time her pussy was throbbing and trickling more and more of her honey into the crotch of her panties."Baby," Ray groaned, still working to keep his voice low. "We should stop.""No, Daddy, please. I don't want to stop."Her father groaned again. With his one free hand, he began working his sweatpants

Tom took another glance up at the window where he knew the girl's mother would be watching from. Knowing Janice was there, most likely with her own fingers working skillfully at her pussy, only made his cock pulsate even harder. He leaned over and started kissing the pretty teenager while he stroked his finger in and out of her quivering, wet hole. She felt so tight around his finger he couldn't even imagine how tight she was going to feel around his cock.They spent a long time kissing deeply. When they finally pulled apart, Brook told her father she wanted to switch places. "There's something I'm dying to do for you, Dad," she said deviously.Tom figured he knew what his daughter had in mind, and he quickly took her place on the chaise, setting his feet on the patio tiles on either side. Now his cock stood up thick and hard with his heavy ballsac dangling beneath. Brook had a look of hungry excitement in her eyes as she sat down at the very end of the chaise and leaned toward her fa

Already aroused, that German voice in her head kicked Sabrina's libido up to a thirteen on a ten point scale. Her playmates in easy reach, she wiggled out of her jeans. She sighed, wondering how long the wet spot had been showing on her crotch. Hopefully she'd not been walking around with it at work. She mopped herself with her panties and tossed them in the hamper thinking she'd need to do the wash tomorrow because she was going through underwear at an alarming rate. She was still wet, because the panty bath hadn't done any good. They'd needed wrung out and dried as much as she did. She'd not be sorry when that part of this little experiment was over. She'd not bargained for wet all day every day. Even if it'd only been the last three days, she didn't really like it. It'd almost made her reconsider her plans for Kyle's birthday, their anniversary and Christmas. She'd even been considering doing the hypnosis tracks next Thanksgiving because nothing said, "thank you," like, "fuck me."

Melissa looked at her mirror image as she was getting dressed. She viewed her profile, then her ass, and then she smiled. She was hot. She'd lost 20 lbs and she loved her new figure. All of a sudden she didn't have that layer of fat, but her body was toned and her tummy was flat. Unfortunately it had affected her boobs. Where she used to wear D-cups she now only needed C-cups, but the good news was that they weren't sagging much. At the age of 33, having given birth twice, she still had remarkably firm tits, something she thanked her genes for. Her mother still had very firm boobs for a 60-year old so Melissa looked forward to the future.She'd donned a new trouser suit and she loved how she looked in it. It was cut to be tight around the ass and show off the tits and her new push-up bra simply added to the overall impression. She checked that she'd packed everything, kissed the children goodbye and headed out to the waiting limo. In the limo her assistant Chloe was waiting. Melissa w

It's funny how the simplest little thing can have the most profound impact on a person's life. Unfortunately here I was going on nineteen, reasonably good looking with curly brown hair and smoldering brown eyes, yet I still hadn't learned to think about the consequences of my actions until it was too late to change the outcome.Monday night I decided to watch television while sitting in my sister's favorite recliner, a decision that would change my life forever. I had gathered up the essentials; chips, soda and the remote then made myself comfortable with the chair fully reclined knowing that if Cassie came in she'd pitch a fit. She always did. I wasn't too worried about it though since I'd heard her tell mom that she had a date. Most people wait until the weekends to go out, but not my sister. At twenty she was kind of a wild child. If the rumors I'd heard at school were true, then my older sister was kind of a slut. Maybe slut is a little harsh, let's just say it was rumored that it