"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" I ran to him, my little 20-year-old white feet taking step after step with child-like energy to get to my boyfriend. After playing soccer with my girlfriends, I was a hot and sweaty mess, but I figured I'd bring the package at our doorstep to my man before stepping into the shower. It was surprisingly heavy, and had no return address. I was immediately intrigued. I found my boyfriend working out at our home gym. Glancing at his bulging muscles, I couldn't help but get wet.

"Thanks, little one," he said and kissed my forehead. I saw his nose wrinkle, making it clear he smelled me, but he didn't say anything.

As I walked towards the shower, I could only wonder what was in the box. I stepped into the bathroom, and as I peeled off my clothes I was reminded just how sweaty I was. For a brief moment, I held my arms above my head to remove my tank top and got a whiff of a pungent odor. I begged that it wasn't my body odor, and that there was some other explanation. Reluctantly, I turned my head to the right and inhaled. It was confirmed. I stank. I had probably forgotten to put on deodorant in the morning. Silly me!

I stepped into the shower and enjoyed the hot water as it ran down my body, from my perky D-cup tits to my flat white belly to my clean-shaven tight pussy with excited pink lips.

I turned off the water and dried myself off. Looking at my blue eyes and long, soft brown hair in the mirror, I smiled at myself. A hot shower was all I needed to feel confident again!

I walked out of the bathroom fully naked, determined to give my boyfriend a sex session he'd never forget. Somehow, he was already a step ahead of me, and he grabbed me from behind, causing me to shriek in surprise.

I felt my man's long, hard cock on my ass. He turned me around, lifted me by the underarms, and held me at a height that made it clear we were going to be fucking while he was standing. I wrapped my legs around his hips, and he brought his penis to the lips of my pussy.

"Beg." He commanded in his deep and husky voice. I felt like the room suddenly got hotter and the droplets of sweat started flowing down my freshly showered body.

"Please fuck me, daddy! Your little slut needs that monstrous cock!" I said in my sweetest little submissive voice.

He pounded me to an orgasm with his thick, brown 9-inch dick. He kept fucking me, smashing my clit while playing with my nipples, and I came multiple times. Even after my pussy felt sore, my boyfriend hadn't emptied his balls into me yet. He pulled out of my tight pussy and threw me onto our bed. I lied down on my belly, finding myself at eye level with his beautifully gigantic penis. I started licking it like it was a lollipop, but he soon thrust it deep into my mouth. After the first six inches of his cock made it into me, my eyes started watering and I fought off my gag reflex. I had never been able to fully deep-throat my boyfriend, which I had always assumed was because of his size. After consuming just over 7 inches of his cock, I quickly pulled it out of my mouth, barely escaping an embarrassing gag. Strands of my saliva connected my lips and tongue to his cock. My boyfriend looked unsatisfied, but understanding, a look I was a little too familiar with. I'd always felt like I could be a better submissive for my daddy.

He proceeded to stroke his cock in front of my face for the next 10 minutes. Every second felt like an eternity, and as I wiped the sweat from my brow, I realized that I hadn't even gotten him close to orgasm. I tried to hide my disappointment in myself as he came onto my face, releasing burst after burst of delicious, hot semen that I was eager to lick every drop of.

A few weeks later, my boyfriend and I were headed for our vacation together! The sex still felt amazing to me, but I couldn't help but feel like I wasn't capable of truly pleasing him and his big brown rod by myself. We were headed towards a mysterious vacation spot that my boyfriend refused to tell me anything about. All I knew was that it was fully paid for, courtesy of the package we received in the mail.

We stepped out of the plane into an airport I didn't recognize. As we walked forward, we saw a beautiful little brunette with boobs slightly larger than mine. Somehow, she looked just a little more innocent and submissive than me.

"Welcome to CQI!" she said energetically. I wasn't sure what CQI stood for, but just as I was about to ask, she hugged me, and I felt her soft boobs push into me. She then hugged my boyfriend tightly.

Lots of girls have hugged my boyfriend, and most of them have been cute. But this hug felt different. It seemed like it was between two excited lovers.

I stood there watching my boyfriend and another woman enjoy an intimate moment together, and as I felt the pull of jealousy, I reluctantly realized that my pussy was moist. My heart rate sped up and my armpits felt wet and sticky. Rather than saying anything, I just stood there and watched as their bodies were joined together for a couple of seconds that felt like a year. Somewhere in the back of my head, did I have a deep, dark fantasy of my husband cheating on me?











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