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PAULAMadalas wala sina Auntie Marites at Uncle Allan sa bahay kaya kadalasan ay nakamaiksing shorts lang ako, sinasarado ko naman ang mga bintana sa bahay mula ng mahuli kong may naboboso sa amin ni Ate Jillian na kapitbahay mula sa labas.Hindi din ako nagsusuot ng bra dahil masikip na ang mga bra ko dala ng patuloy ng paglusog ng malalaki kong suso. Naka spaghetti strap lang ako kadalasan o maluwag na sando.Minsan si Kuya Bryan pero dahil may umalis si Ate Jillian ay naghintay muna ito sa sala, nakita ko syang nakatitig sakin, dama ko ang init ng tingin niya na tumatagos sa malambot na tela ng aking shorts.Manipis ito kaya sigurado akong kitang kita nya ang bakat ng aking matambok na kepyas. Nakatuwad akong naglilinis ako ng ilalim ng sofa kaya nakaharap ang aking puwetan kay Bryan na nakaupo naman sa sala habang nagmemerienda at nanonood ng tv.Lumiyad pa ako ng todo para maabot ang nililinis. Sa posisyong iyon ay napabukaka ako at nagulat na lang ako ng marinig ko ang bagsak ng

PAULANanginginig sa takot ako habang sinisimulang buksan ni Sir Benjie ang mga butones ng aking blouse. Inalis pa ang aking bra kaya lumantad ang aking mga suso, na sinimulan agad laruin ng mga daliri ng guro.“Sir, natatakot po ako!”“Relax ka lang, Paula,” sabi ng lalaki. Bumaba ang isang kamay nito at itinaas ang laylayan ng aking palda, saka ipinasok sa loob nito. Nagulat pa ang guro nang makapang walang panty ako.“Tang ina, ba’t wala kang suot na salawal na bata ka? Ang libog libog mo talaga! Hmp!”Agad niyang sinalat ang aking hiwa mula sa may puwitan, saka kinalabit ang aking tinggil.“Ohhhhhhh!!!!!” ungol ko sa sarap. Napakapit ako sa balikat niya dahil pabalik-balik na sinalat nito ang aking hiwa.Kinuha ng isa pang kamay nito ang aking kamay at ibinaba iyon sa harap ng pantalon nito. Isa pang kalabit sa aking tinggil at napapisil ako sa naninigas nitong ari.“Gusto mo ba 'yang hinahawakan mo?” tanong ni Sir Benjie, habang patuloy na kinakalabit ang aking tinggil habang su

PAULANasalat ni Sir Andy ang dulo ng hiwa ko, at naramdaman niya ang pamamasa nito. Itinaas niyang kaunti ang kanyang daliri at nang makapa nito ang lagusan ay ipinasok ang dulo nito sa loob.“Sir…ohhhhhh!!!!!”Nagawa ko namang buksan ang sinturon niya, at dali-dali kong kinalas ang kawit ng pantalon at ibinaba ang zipper. Ipinasok ko ang aking kamay sa loob ng briefs nito at hinawakan ang naninigas na titi saka ito nilaro.“Shit, Paula, sabik na sabik na ako sa iyo!” ungol ni Sir Andy.“Sir, ako din po Ooohhhhhh!!!”“Tang na, kung hindi lang tayo mahuhuli dito, gusto na kitang kantutin dito!”“Sir, ooohhhhh! A-Ako din gusto ko po ng kantot…” nahihiya kong sabi.“Tsk! Libog ka na rin ba Paula?” tanong niya.“Oo, sir. Kahit dito po ninyo ako kantutin sa faculty room! Aaahhhhhhhh!!!!!!”Hindi na nakapagpigil pa si Sir Andy. Pinatayo niya ako saka pinatuwad sa ibabaw ng mesa niya. Itinaas niya ang aking palda at hinubad ang aking panty. Inamoy muna niya ito bago isinilid sa kanyang buls

PAULA“Hmmmmmm! Cristopher, Aaahhhhhhhh!!!!!!” ungol ko nang sundin ang pinagagawa niya. Muli akong nangisay at nilabasan, at dama ko ang pag-agos ng katas palabas sa aking puke papunta sa aking puwetan.“Itodo mo na ang setting ng vibrator, Paula! Wag mong tigilan 'yang tinggil mo!”“Cristopheeeeeerrrrrr!!!!! Shit, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!”Halos sunod-sunod na ang pangingisay ko nang gawin ko ang binilin ni Cristopher. Napapa-angat ang aking balakang sa tuwing tatamaan ang dulo ng aking tinggil. Pabaling-baling ang ulo ko, humihingal na parang tumakbo ng napakalayo, at tagaktak ang pawis sa tindi ng aking nadaramang kalibugan.“Paula, ngayon naman ibaba mo sa may pekpek mo. Sa gilid lang, dun muna sa may labi ng kiki mo. Wag mong ipapasok! Paikot-ikot lang, idaan mo sa may hiwa, taas-baba…”“Cristopher! Ang sarao! Oh shit! Oooooohhhhhhhhhh!!!!”“Okay, ngayon buksan mo yung mga labi ng puke mo. Isipin mo pinapakita mo sa akin yung butas ng kiki mo. Tapos paikut-ikutin mo dun yung dulo

PAULASabik na hinintay ko ang tawag sa akin ni Christopher. Mabuti at umalis ng gabing iyon si Ate Jillian, at wala rin ang uncle at auntie, maging si Kuya Mark na ewan kung bakita parang nawala na parang bula.Kaya’t solo ko ang bahay noon. Katabi ko sa pagkain at pati sa pagligo ang aking cell phone, at naiinip na nanood ng TV habang hinihintay ang pagtawag ni Cristopher.Halos nakatulog na ako sa may sofa nang tumunog ang phone. Dali-dali ko itong sinagot, at nang mabosesan si Cristopher ay pinatay ko na ang TV at tumakbo paakyat sa aking kwarto.“Paula, kumusta ka na?” tanong ni Christopher.Shit! Boses palang ang pogi na… Grabe talaga si Christopher. Ang sarap pati boses!“Eto, miss na miss na kita!” sagot ko.“Pasensiya ka na, busy lang kasi ako sa work. Kararating ko nga lang sa bahay. Hindi ka ba pinapatawag ng mga teacher mo?”“Hindi, busy din kasi sila,” sagot ko.“Teka, bitin ka ba mula nung huling nagkita tayo?” natatawang sabi ni Christopher.“Eto, nang-iinis pa! Sabi ko

GIGIIlang saglit pa at bumaba ang kanyang mga halik sa aking tiyan, dinilaan niya ang aking pusod."Ohhh, shit, ahhh..." ungol ko.Narating din ni Jhong ang aking puke. Nakaluhod na siya ngayon sa aking harapan, inilapit ang bibig sa tambok at hinalikan ito sa labas ng panty."Ohhh, Gigi... umppphhhh... Ang bango ng puke mo" ungol niya.Hinawakan niya ang magkabilang garter ng aking bikini at ibinaba ito. Napahanga si Jhong sa kanyang nakita; sa kanyang harapan ay ang pinakamagandang puke.Nilapit niya ang kanyang bibig sa aking kiki at inamoy ito.“Hmmmm, ang bango ng kiki mo ma’am! Kaya pala kahit si Sir Gabriel hindi nakapag pigil na tikman at biyakin niya! Buti daddy mo hindi ka pa natitira!” sabi niyaAt inumpisahan niya itong ipasok ang dila sa aking lagusan. Nanghina ang aking mga tuhod at napahiga ako sa sofa dahil malaki naman ito, kasya kaming dalawa na nakahiga.Patuloy ang pagsibasib ni Jhong, ginamit pa ang kanyang daliri at kinalikot ang aking clit, na lalo kong ikinasi

Only the wealthy could enter. Membership cost more than most people earned in a decade. However, Francis had never come here. He didn't know who owned it. Didn't know who ran it. The place existed as a myth, a shadow at the edge of polite society.Now he stood in its parking lot.Isabel walked toward the entrance. Francis followed.The lobby surprised him. No receptionist. No guard behind a desk. No cameras visible. Just marble floors, dim lighting, and a single elevator door at the far end. The silence felt intentional, curated. Their footsteps echoed as they crossed the empty space.Isabel pressed the call button. The elevator opened immediately. She stepped inside and pressed the tenth floor. The doors closed with a soft hiss.Francis's heart thudded against his ribs. The elevator rose smoothly. No music played. No digital display showed the floor numbers. Just the hum of machinery and Isabel's steady breathing beside him.The doors opened onto a long corridor. Carpet so thick it s

Veronica worked harder. Her head bobbed. She moaned around him, the vibration desperate. Saliva slicked down her chin. Dirty, wet, messy. She pulled back and spat on the tip, then rubbed it across her lips. “Get hard for me, baby. I need you to fill my throat. Come on. You know you want to.”She engulfed him again. Sucking with purpose. One hand cupped his balls. The other stroked the base.Nothing.Francis stared down at the woman on her knees. Her red lipstick smeared. Her eyes full of lust. A gorgeous woman doing everything right. However, his body refused to respond.His jaw clenched. He yanked her head back by her hair. “Enough.”“Huh? What’s wrong?” Veronica wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “I can try again. Let me put it deeper.”“I said enough.” His voice turned cold. Hard. He stepped back, leaving her kneeling alone on the floor. “Leave.”Veronica’s brow furrowed. “But Francis—”“Grab your bag and get the fuck out.” He turned away from her. He couldn’t even look at

"Mr. Hamilton, I need you to open your mouth for me. As wide as you can."Francis obeyed. His jaw protested with a sharp stab of pain.She stepped closer. The scent of her perfume reached him. Something floral. Light. Completely different from the heavy, desperate fragrances the escorts had worn last night. He watched her gloved fingers reach for a mouth mirror on the tray."Wider, please. I want to get a good look at that problem tooth."Her face moved nearer. Francis could see the slight furrow of concentration between her brows. The way her lips parted slightly as she peered into his mouth. Her breath fanned across his cheek.Something stirred.Down low. Below his belt. A twitch.Francis stopped breathing. His hands gripped the armrests. Impossible. He had felt nothing for five years. Not a flicker. Not a pulse. Not a goddamn thing. And now, sitting in a dentist's chair with a woman he had just met, his cock decided to wake up?Dr. Dalton tilted her head. "I can see some inflammati

Francis Hamilton lay sprawled across his king-sized bed. Three beautiful women surrounded him. Their naked bodies gleamed under the soft bedroom lights, curves and angles arranged around his motionless form.Elena pressed her lips to the tip of his soft cock. Her tongue traced circles around the head. Slow. Wet. Desperate. She’d been doing this for nearly two hours. The other two women, Sasha and Yvette, knelt on either side of Francis, their hands roaming his chest, his thighs, cupping his balls, stroking skin that refused to respond.“Mr. Hamilton,” Elena murmured against his flesh, her breath warm. “Don't you want to slide this big cock inside me? My pussy is dripping. Can you feel how wet I am?”She guided his limp hand between her legs. Her folds were slick. Hot. Francis stared at the ceiling.Sasha leaned close to his ear. Her tongue traced the shell of it while her hand worked his dick with practiced rhythm. “We want you so bad. All three of us. You can fuck any hole you want.

PRESENT DAY 2026Miss I walked slowly into the private room, her heels striking the polished concrete with measured rhythm, each step a countdown.The room was inside a highly secret private BDSM club hidden in the city's rich district. Only wealthy and powerful people knew about its existence. Every member signed a strict confidentiality agreement before entering, making it one of the city's biggest secrets that had never been exposed to the public.The black lace bra cupped her breasts while matching panties clung to her hips. Thigh-high patent leather boots rose to meet them, leaving only a strip of bare skin that caught the amber light. Her eye mask sat like a second skin, black silk swallowing everything above her cheekbones.The whip hung loose from her right hand, leather tail pooling on the floor like a sleeping snake.A man knelt in the center of the room. Naked. Blindfolded. Hands resting on his thighs, palms up in offering.His back rose and fell with shallow, hungry breath

2021“Yes, Mr. Hamilton! Fuck me, don’t stop! Your cock is so big!”The words cut through the thick, perfume-heavy air of the VIP lounge. Francis didn’t even look to see which one of them had said it. They all blurred together after his third glass of Macallan 25. Ten women. All drunk. All naked. All his for the night. The private club, Onyx, sat on the 40th floor of a building he owned, and this back room was his sanctuary.A tongue traced a line from the base of his shaft to the tip. Blonde hair spilled across his thigh. He didn’t know her name. “You like that, Mr. Hamilton?” she murmured, her lips brushing his skin.“Shut up and suck me more!” he said, his voice a low growl.She obeyed. Her mouth sank down, taking him deep. The vacuum seal of her lips was expert. Francis gripped her hair and guided her head down. Her head bobbing faster, a wet, sloppy sound filling the room. He felt the pressure building but he wasn’t ready to finish. Not yet. He tapped the blonde-haired woman’s