MasukTHE following week, Clara found herself back at Dr. Thorne’s private office, a separate, more discreet entrance away from the main clinic. The room was dimly lit, a plush rug silencing her footsteps. She wore a simple, loose dress with her belly really prominent.Dr. Thorne sat opposite her in a comfortable armchair, not behind a desk. He wore casual slacks and a soft sweater, a far cry from his usual white coat. He looked… different. Less like a doctor, more like a man.“Clara, thank you for coming,” he began, his voice still smooth, but softer now. “How are you feeling?”“Like I’m about to do something completely insane,” Clara admitted, a nervous laugh escaping her. “And a little… excited, I guess. Which makes me feel even crazier.”Dr. Thorne nodded. “That’s a perfectly normal reaction. This is a strange thing for you. For both of us, in a professional sense. Let’s be clear, this is still therapy. Physical therapy, if you will. My objective remains your well-being. We’ll go at
CLARA'S nostrils were heavily attacked by the sharp scent of the doctor's office, a stark contrast to the dull ache she felt in her lower back. Her large tummy pressed against the examination table as she took heavy breaths with conscious efforts. Her husband, Mark, sat beside her, pretending to be the caring and dutiful husband he never was ever since she got pregnant. His was physically present, she could tell, but she knew his mind wandered to the young body of Sienna who was more slender and very curvaceous in all the right places. He hadn't touched her in months... Not since the first trimester's morning sickness."Clara, we need to talk about your… uh... well-being,” Dr. Thorne began smoothly. He adjusted his glasses, a glint of light catching the rim. “Your blood pressure is elevated and your stress levels are concerning. This isn’t good for you, or for the baby.”Mark reached out his hand to gently squeeze at that piece of information, making Clara even more irritated than sh
HE pushed into her in a deep, satisfying plunge that filled her completely. Elara cried out, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer. He began to thrust, slow and deep at first, then picking up speed. The water sloshed around them, a rhythmic sound accompanying their movements.His cock was thick and hard, filling her to the brim. Elara felt herself letting go, abandoning all inhibitions. She was a slut, and she was loving every moment of it. She rode him hard, her hips bucking against his, matching his rhythm.She felt a powerful climax approaching, and her pussy tightened around his cock, squeezing every bit of him into her. She cried out his name in a desperate, pleasure-filled scream.Mark groaned, his own climax hitting him hard. He thrust into her one last time, deep and hard, his body tensing, his cum hot and thick as it flooded inside her. He held her tight, his breath ragged, his body trembling.He pulled out, and Elara felt a rush of cool water fill her pu
THE words, again, ignited a strange fire within her. She was a slut. She was being fucked by two powerful men for money. And she loved it. The realization was both shocking and exhilarating.Her climax hit again, a deep, shuddering release that reverberated through her core. Her pussy clenched around his cock, and she cried out as her body trembled violently.Mr. Davies groaned, his thrusts deepening, his own climax building. He pumped into her, hard and fast, his body tensing. He let out a guttural roar let his hot and abundant cum fill her insides.He collapsed onto her, his weight pressing her into the mattress, his breath ragged against her neck.After a few moments, he slowly pulled out, his cock slick with her juices and his cum. Elara felt a strange emptiness as he withdrew.Mr. Thorne untied her wrists, then removed the blindfold. Elara blinked, her eyes adjusting to the soft light. She saw Mr. Thorne standing beside the bed, his cock still hard and glistening, a smear of
THE words which were crude and raw, ignited something deep inside her. A flush spread over her, a mix of shame and fierce arousal. “Yes,” she choked out, her voice raw. “Yes, I like it.”Mr. Davies leaned down and kissed her neck, his lips hot against her skin. “Good. Because we’re just getting started.” He moved his hand from her breast, trailing it down her stomach, his fingers dipping into the wetness at her crotch. “So wet. You’re practically begging for it.”Elara was squirming, her whole body alive with need. She felt a powerful orgasm building. “Please… please,” she whimpered, not even sure what she was begging for.Mr. Thorne intensified his assault, his tongue plunging deep into her pussy, then sucking hard on her clit. Her legs flew open wider, giving him full access. She cried out as her orgasm ripped through her. Her body convulsed, her back arching off the bed, her fingers digging into the silk sheets. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her breathles
MR. Davies leaned closer, his voice dropping low. “We appreciate everything about that. We are men of… discerning tastes. And we are willing to be… generous for the right company.” He paused, letting the implication hang in the air. “Say, for an evening of… private entertainment. For you, Elara. What would that be worth to you?”Elara’s mind reeled. She thought of the mountain of debt, the tiny apartment, and the fact that she constantly worried about everything all at once. “How generous?” she heard herself ask, her voice trembling slightly.Mr. Thorne exhaled a plume of smoke. “Let’s say… fifty thousand. For the night. Just you with us for the night.”Fifty thousand. It was more money than she had ever seen in her life. Enough to pay off her parents' medical bills and enough to put a down payment on a small apartment.Chloe’s hand squeezed her back again, encouraging her that it was a good offer.Elara looked from Mr. Thorne’s piercing gaze to Mr. Davies’s softer, yet equally
Two Pussies In One House IIAN hour later, Rachel had left for school, her backpack slung over her shoulder, a satisfied flush still lingering on her cheeks. Romi stood by the kitchen island, flipping pancakes, the scent of blueberries and maple syrup filling the air. She wore a silk robe, tied loo
I Have A Confession, Father IIHIS voice was rough when it finally came.“I’m not asking you to leave.”She exhaled, shaky and relieved.Their foreheads nearly touched.A heartbeat.Two.Then he whispered, raw:“What happens next… we cannot undo.”Her thumb traced his knuckles in silent answer.“I
Slutty Little Nun THE shadows stretched long and thin across the cobblestones behind St. Jude’s, painting the ancient brickwork in shades of bruised purple and deepest indigo. A crisp autumn wind, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant woodsmoke, rustled through the dying ivy that clung to t
What he Wants in Return IISHE first started with the rope holding her blouse together, slowly loosening it and letting it fall off her body, exposing the black bra holding her bulging boobs together. Her perky heavy breasts stood high, defying gravity and stealing attention. He widened his eyes in







