로그인WEEKS later, Clara sat in her living room with her son, Ethan, asleep in her arms. The house was quiet because Mark had moved out, unable to reconcile himself with Clara’s choices and the new rules she placed in the house. He still visited Ethan, but their interactions were strained The doorbell rang. Clara hesitated at first before she slowly rose to her feet, with Ethan still nestled against her bossom. Opening the door, she found Dr. Thorne standing there with a large bouquet of flowers and a wide smile on his face. “I hope I’m not disturbing you,” he said gently as he bent low to touch Ethan's cheek. “I just wanted to check in and see how you and Ethan are doing.” Clara smiled, her heart glowing at his presence. Her smile felt like the warmth of an early morning sunshine. “Come in, Doctor. We’re doing wonderfully.” She stepped aside, letting him in. He looked around the living room, then his gaze settled on Ethan, his eyes softening. “He is so handsome, Clara. Absolutely g
CLARA slowly lowered her book, her gaze cold and steady. “What do you think is going on, Mark?”“You’re… you’re fucking him, aren’t you?” His voice was barely a whisper, filled with a mixture of horror and accusation. “While you’re pregnant? With my baby? How could you?”Clara laughed, a sharp, humorless sound that cut through the air. “How could I? How could you, Mark? You’re asking me that? After everything you’ve done? After you fucked Sienna, the little cum slut, because I was ‘too big’ and ‘not interested’?” She stood up, her belly acting like her shield against him. “The doctor said I needed this, Mark. My body needed it. My mind needed it. And since you couldn’t provide it, since you were too busy getting your dick wet elsewhere, I found someone who could.”Mark stared at her, his jaw slack. “But… but he’s a doctor! This is… this is sick! Perverse!”“Perverse?” Clara scoffed, stepping closer to him, her eyes burning with a dark fire. “You want to talk perverse, Mark? Let’s
CLARA could only whimper in response, her hips grinding against his hand. The feeling of his fingers, deep inside her, stretching her, filling her, was intoxicating. It was rougher than she expected, yet incredibly satisfying. He wasn't trying to be gentle in a way that ignored her needs.He withdrew his fingers, then brought them back, slowly, pushing deeper this time, his thumb still teasing her clit. Clara’s moans grew louder and even more urgent. Her body thrashed on the chaise, her pregnant belly jiggling with each movement.“You’re a beautiful, wet slut, aren’t you, Clara?” he whispered, his voice a low growl, his eyes burning into hers. “Beg for it. Tell me what you want.”The words, so vulgar, so demeaning, yet in this context, they were like a key, unlocking something wild and untamed within her. “Fuck me, Doctor,” she gasped, her voice raw with desperation. “Please, fuck me.”He pulled his hand away, and Clara cried out in protest. He stood, his eyes still locked on hers
THE 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
Claiming My Prize III left Abigail lying there, sated and yearning, and moved to the next door. Chloe, twenty-two, the artist and the free spirit. Her room was a riot of color, canvases stacked against the walls, the scent of oil paints was thick in the air. She sat on a stool, sketching, her long
Broken Into II “YOU… you can’t,” she stammered, but the words were weak, her voice trembling. He pulled down his jeans, his boxers following, revealing the full glory of his erection. It was a dark, formidable club, veined and throbbing, glistening with a bead of pre-cum. Nancy stared, a gasp cat
My Boyfriend's Best friend ONLY the light from the moonlight spilled into her boyfriend's bedroom as all three of them slept on his big bed.Cassian, my boyfriend and a heavy sleeper, lay sprawled on his side, a soft snore emanating from his chest with each breath. His arm, flung carelessly across
Fucked By The Homeless Man II"BEAUTIFUL," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He leaned in, and his tongue, rough and warm, licked a trail from my inner thigh up to my clit. A scream, half-pleasure, half-shock, tore from my throat. My hands fisted in my hair, pulling at the roots. My hips bu







