What kind of sex would you like to have right now? Part 4

The kind where Daddy brings a stranger home to play with us. He not only gives this stranger permission to fuck me, he takes the other man’s cock in his hand and guides him into my pussy. He watches for a bit as the stranger fucks me, before pulling his own cock out and feeding it to me. Telling me what a perfect little whore I am for him. I moan around him and squeeze my pussy around the stranger’s cock. The stranger’s thrusts get faster and deeper, he reaches up to squeeze my tits as he fucks me. It’s not long before he’s grunting and pumping his cum into my pussy.
Daddy pulls his cock from my mouth and leans down to suck the stranger’s cock clean before telling him to have a seat. He watches as Daddy spreads my legs and licks the cum from my pussy before letting me suck it off his tongue. Before I know it, Daddy is sliding his cock into my sloppy, used pussy while the stranger watches from the corner, stroking his cock back to life….and the night is just getting started.
Knock knock! Anybody need another cock?
 
I know it’s Saturday for most of us, but I’ve had impure thoughts all morning and can’t wait to let them out until tomorrow 🙈

Wooden pews form quiet rows, the stained glass windows beautiful yet unyielding, trapping the thick morning air inside the swelling crowd. I'm grateful for the lightness of my dress, one l'd normally save for picnic dates with my boyfriend.

Or I was until an unfamiliar hand slipped between my thighs, my modest panties offering no barrier to the firm, deliberate pull of his fingers.
 
I know it’s Saturday for most of us, but I’ve had impure thoughts all morning and can’t wait to let them out until tomorrow 🙈

Wooden pews form quiet rows, the stained glass windows beautiful yet unyielding, trapping the thick morning air inside the swelling crowd. I'm grateful for the lightness of my dress, one l'd normally save for picnic dates with my boyfriend.

Or I was until an unfamiliar hand slipped between my thighs, my modest panties offering no barrier to the firm, deliberate pull of his fingers.
Church girls are just plain fun. The more pious, the more fun to corrupt.😉
 
Church girls are just plain fun. The more pious, the more fun to corrupt.😉

I don't know if it was days later or weeks. Time doesn't hold shape down here, and it wouldn't have mattered anyway - Sunday service always ended the same way.

I've memorized the knots in the wood above me, the way they split through the grain like old wounds, always there when my head tilts back like this. Upstairs, they'll be serving coffee, shaking hands, speaking in softened voices. But down here, the world has gone dark, and it's only 10:30 in the morning.

😇
 
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