MasukDaniel.It was night. I had tried to go back to my real assignments, but nothing was sticking. I hadn’t heard from Aaron since I rushed upstairs earlier. I sensed he was on the phone with someone downstairs, his deep voice occasionally drifting up. He was probably straight as a pole. He had no idea how depraved and twisted his little cousin had become the second he stepped into this house. How wet and hungry my hole had gotten, clenching around nothing while I pictured him bending me over and ruining me.He didn’t know.I was deep into pretending to work on my laptop, but my hand had slipped inside my silky nightwear pants, slowly stroking my aching cock. I was rock hard again, leaking steadily, every stroke making my hole twitch with need.When Mummy suddenly called on FaceTime, I picked up immediately, but my hand never left my cock. I kept stroking slowly under the table, trying to look normal.“Hey, baby… how’s it going? Did your cousin come around? Is he there? I’ve bee
Daniel.I wanted to be fucked so hard.God, I wanted the ache in my cock to finally be satisfied. The throbbing had intensified so violently it felt like my dick was going to burst through my shorts. Every heartbeat sent another pulse of heat straight to my groin, making my hole clench around nothing, begging to be filled, stretched, used. I was leaking precum already, a wet spot forming in my underwear as I tried — and failed — to focus on anything else.Nothing about football or the small toy behind the cabinets Aaron was talking about seemed to get into my head.The only thing I could focus on, the only damn thing in this whole room, was the outline of Aaron’s dick from the new grey sweatpants he was wearing now. The thick, heavy shape was unmistakable, hanging heavy against his thigh, the fabric clinging to it just enough to show the ridge of the head and the way it twitched when he moved. Small hairs trailed from his deep V-line down into the waistband, disappearing under
David.My cousin was gay. Yes, I kept repeating that in my head like a mantra, trying to convince myself it made everything okay. He liked boys, and he fucked them. Mummy had no idea about it, of course. She still thought he was the perfect, church-going boy who would eventually bring home a nice girl.But that wasn’t all.I liked boys too.I had never tried it before, at least not properly. I was just 17 when I realized I didn’t enjoy fucking a girl. I had tried once, during a school hangout night. I was drunk, no doubt, but I tried. God, I tried sleeping with the girl who was supposed to be my girlfriend. I pushed inside her, moved the way I thought I was supposed to, but all I felt was… nothing. Emptiness. Wrongness. Instead, my mind kept drifting to the thought of being the one taking it. Being filled. Being the hole. Being used and stretched and claimed until I couldn’t think straight.I turned eighteen, and yet my depraved, filthy thoughts of being fucked so hard by a t
His wife laughed softly on the line. “That’s good to hear. I was a little worried she might feel out of place. Make sure she feels welcome, okay? And tell Simon to call me. I miss you both.”“I miss you too,” Raymond said, his voice dropping as he leaned over me, his chest pressing against my tits. He started fucking me harder, deeper, his hips snapping forward with wet, obscene sounds. “You have no idea how much. I’ve had to take care of myself a few times thinking about you… well, currently I am doing so. Could you come back soon?”I had to clamp both hands over my mouth now as he railed me, his cock slamming into my pussy with rough, possessive strokes. The desk creaked beneath me. My legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his back as I tried not to scream.“Oh my God, I miss you too,” his wife said warmly. “I’ll be back tomorrow, I promise. I love you, baby.”“I love you too,” he replied, his voice strained as he pounded into me faster. The moment the call ended, he
Dianne.Daddy told me he wasn’t done with me. God, he meant it. He meant every filthy promise he had growled against my skin. He dragged his cock along my clit, torturing me, making me rock my hips desperately to chase the thick, swollen head. The fat tip slid through my soaked folds, spreading my juices, teasing my entrance without giving me what I needed. I whimpered, my back arching off the desk, trying to push down onto him, but he held my hips firmly, controlling every movement.Even as his phone rang on the desk, he didn’t stop. He simply reached over, picked it up, and put it on speaker without missing a single thrust.His thick cock kept sliding in and out of my soaked pussy, slow and deep, stretching me open with every powerful stroke. I was lying on my back on his desk, legs spread wide, my robe completely open, my tits bouncing with each thrust. I had to bite down on my lip to keep from moaning out loud as he fucked me right there, his wife’s voice filling the room.
Dianne.I was still completely smeared all over with Daddy’s cum when he made me sit on his desk instantly, spreading my legs so wide for him. I instinctively lay back on the table, propping myself up on my elbows, my chest heaving, breasts full and heavy, nipples aching and pointing straight up at him.He stepped right between my spread thighs, his eyes dark with hunger. One hand loosened my robe, letting it fall open completely. His large palms immediately cupped my breasts, squeezing them so tightly it made me scream.“Oh Daddy, please…” I cried out, the pressure sending sparks straight to my clit.His fingers found my cunt next. He slipped one thick finger inside, curling it deep before thrusting in and out, slow and deliberate at first, coating himself in my slick. Then he leaned his head down, spreading my legs even wider with his strong hands, holding my thighs apart as he dragged his thick tongue in a slow, torturous circle around my clit.The first touch of his hot mouth







