~~Joan~~
I didn’t realize I could be handled so roughly… but it was everything I had ever dreamed of. Those huge hands… the way he could control me, make me completely his. Without a word, he lifted me and dropped me onto the bed. I scrambled instinctively, but he had me exactly where he wanted. This time, I had the clearest view of everything—my eyes already wet from the relentless torture of my pussy. My legs spread on their own, instinctively, opening wide to that gigantic cock of his—still rock hard, swollen, ready to split me in half, to ruin me completely. “No, pumpkin… I don’t fuck from the front. Daddy prefers from the back,” he said roughly. My eyes went wide. “Turn around… spread those legs… get on all fours. This is exactly what you begged for. Now let Daddy fuck you and show you who owns that tight little cunt,” he growled. His fingers trailed from the edge of my ass up my back to my bra. He didn’t unhook it gently—he tore it off. A wicked shiver ran through me. My breasts fell forward, nipples pressing against the mattress, exposed and aching. He pressed me flat against the bed with both hands, then reached down to my breasts. He grabbed them hard, kneading roughly, squeezing and pinching like he wanted to mark them. My back arched instinctively, my body burning from his touch, every nerve screaming for more. I was trembling on all fours, my pussy slick and aching, my ass lifted, ready for him. He positioned himself behind me, that rock-hard cock pressing against my wet folds, teasing me mercilessly. “God, look at you… dripping for me already,” he growled, one hand gripping my hip, the other pressing my back down, forcing me to stay right where he wanted. “You wanted this… begged for it… now Daddy’s going to fuck you like the filthy little slut you are.” Before I could brace myself, he slammed into me from behind. The sudden stretch made me gasp and whimper, my fingers digging into the sheets. His cock filled me completely, and the roughness of him combined with the way he gripped my hips made me cry out. “Fuck… you feel so good, pumpkin,” he groaned, thrusting hard, every movement driving me higher. “So tight… so wet… all mine.” His hands didn’t stop at my hips. One traveled down, dipping into my pussy while he continued pounding into me. His fingers teased my clit mercilessly, rubbing and flicking it in rhythm with his cock, sending jolts of fire straight through me. I moaned his name, my chest pressing to the mattress, nipples flattened, every nerve alive with his touch. “You’re mine, Jo… every inch of you belongs to me,” he growled, hammering into me harder, faster. My back arched, my ass jiggling with every brutal thrust, and my pussy clenched around him, hot and needy. He whispered filthy things in my ear, his tongue brushing against it as he bit the shell gently, his words making me shiver. “Beg me… tell me you love my cock, tell me you want to cum on it…” “Yes… Daddy… I love your cock… I need it… I’m going to cum for you…” I cried out, my body trembling as his fingers flicked my clit and his cock fucked me without mercy. Every thrust, every rough grip, every filthy word pushed me closer to the edge, my world reduced to him, me, and the raw, searing pleasure he was giving me. “Daddy… I… I’m gonna cum…” I gasped, my chest heaving, my hips jerking back into him, desperate for more. “That’s it, pumpkin… let go… scream for me,” he growled, slamming into me harder, faster, his cock stretching me perfectly, his fingers rubbing me raw. The sensation was overwhelming—my pussy clenched, my walls fluttered, and I cummed with a scream, hot and wet around him, every nerve on fire. He didn’t stop. He kept fucking me through it, forcing me to ride out every wave of pleasure while his fingers circled my clit mercilessly. “Oh fuck… you’re mine… all mine,” he growled, burying his face in my neck, his cock pounding deep and relentless. I felt his body tense, his own release building, and the sound of his groan sent another shiver through me. I came again, shivering, crying out his name, my pussy spasming around him as he kept driving into me, rough, urgent, dominant. My breasts bounced against the mattress, nipples pressed raw from his hands, and every filthy word from him only made me writhe more. Finally, with a guttural roar, he stiffened, gripping my hips, and slammed into me as he came, filling me completely, his hot, throbbing cock pulsing inside me. My walls clenched around him, drawing every drop, my body shaking, trembling, and spent from the intensity. He stayed inside me, heavy and warm, breathing hard, hands still gripping my hips and back, and whispered against my ear, “You’re mine, Jo… always mine. Every inch… every moan… every scream… mine.” I lay there, trembling, my pussy slick, my body still tingling from the waves of pleasure, completely wrecked—and completely his. I thought we were done… thought I could finally catch my breath. But he wasn’t finished. “Get on your knees, Jo… face down, ass up,” he growled, gripping my hips. I obeyed without thinking. The angle slammed him deep inside me, every hard thrust pressing into me with relentless force. “Oh fuck… you feel so good like this… just like I imagined,” he groaned, hammering into me roughly, his fingers digging into my ass, thumbs pressing against my clit while he fucked me like he wanted to own me completely. I was shaking, trembling, every nerve on fire… and then the door opened. Julie. It wasn’t the shock of seeing her that hit me—it was the look on her face. That sly, teasing smirk. I realized immediately… it was a bet. And I had won. Being fucked by my best friend’s father had been the hottest, filthiest thing I’d experienced all school year. But what made my stomach drop was what he said next. “Don’t just stand there, Julie, acting all innocent… join us,” he said, his voice low, dangerous, commanding. “Haven’t you been taught a lesson before, huh?” I gasped, stunned, my pussy pulsing around him as I stared at Julie. Shock and a rush of heat tore through me at the same time. I couldn’t believe what was happening. My best friend’s father… and now Julie, his own daughter. My body was on fire with a craving I couldn’t control. The thought of him taking both of us, of the two of us together under him… it was the ultimate, unholy taboo. My pussy ached, my ass burned from his earlier roughness, and yet I wanted more. I wanted him… and I wanted Julie to see it, to be part of it. He gripped my hips, forcing me down, his cock still buried inside me, pulsing hot and hard. “You’re going to learn what it means to beg, Jo… and Julie… you’ll watch, you’ll join… or you’ll regret it,” he growled. My heart was pounding, every nerve alive. I could feel Julie’s eyes on me, and I could feel her heat, her arousal matching mine. The forbidden thrill made me shiver uncontrollably. “I… I want it… all of it…” I moaned, trembling, my body slick, my pussy still throbbing around him. He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear, whispering filthy commands as he gripped us both in his hands. “This is the unholiest thing you’ll ever feel… and you’re going to crave every second of it.” My body quaked at the thought. This wasn’t just sex… this was taboo, raw, and filthy, and I wanted every second. Every rough thrust, every cruel touch, every filthy word from him.Dean. Her finger traced a slow, deliberate line down my cock until it reached the ring, then circled it — teasing, testing. She pressed her full palm against the head and rubbed, slow enough to drag a groan from deep inside me. “You’re not supposed to do that…” I managed, my voice breaking between breath and restraint. “Then turn around and teach me a lesson, daddy,” she whispered, rising on her toes so her tongue could graze my ear, licking it like a dare. Her hand never stopped — soft, steady strokes that made every vein stand out. My grip tightened on the counter’s edge, knuckles white, as if holding on was the only thing keeping me from losing control. Her words hit me like a spark to gasoline. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, Molly…” I growled, my voice cracking with a strained moan, desire clawing at my restraint. She pressed closer, her breath hot against my skin. “I think I’m making my intentions crystal clear, Dean…” Her voice was a sultry purr, drippi
~~Dean~~ I didn’t know what the hell I was thinking when I told her she could stay. When I said yes — that there was a spare room in my apartment, that she could move in until the mix-up with her lease got sorted — I thought it was harmless. Just being decent. I didn’t expect it to feel like this. I’d been trying to stay clean. To bury the man I used to be — the one who lived too wild, too fast, too dirty. I promised myself that part of me was gone. That I wouldn’t go back to that life again. But the second she walked through that door, everything I’d buried started clawing its way out. The cravings. The hunger. The raw, ugly need. She stood there in the doorway — soaked from the rain. Her shorts clung to her thighs, wet fabric molded to her skin like a second layer. That tiny crop top she wore was damp too, sticking to her body so tightly that I could see the soft outline of her breasts… the roundness, the curve, the way her nipples pressed through the thin co
~~Cole~~ The way her pussy clung to me as I pushed in—inch by slow inch—made my whole body tense. She was shuddering beneath me, trembling so hard it felt like her cunt was trying to pull me deeper on its own. “Oh fuck… ahhh,” I groaned low, the wet heat wrapping tight around my cock, every vein alive with it. I let her legs slip from my grip and they spread wide on their own, flying apart like she couldn’t hold back anymore. I’d only buried half my length when I leaned down, planting my hands firm on either side of her, caging her beneath me. My cock kept sliding, teasing, not fully plunging yet, making her body jerk with every shallow thrust. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to fight the moans spilling up her throat. “Open your fucking eyes, doc,” I rasped darkly, shoving my right hand under her neck, forcing her head up so she had to look at me. “Yeah… I want you to watch how your patient fucks you right. Bet you’ve been doing a bad job—letting me do the real work her
Cole My hips slammed up harder, cock sliding deep down her throat, her gags vibrating against me while her hand jerked and stroked with sloppy, messy sounds. Her spit was all over me now, dripping down my length, coating my balls. “Fuck—take it—take all this cock,” I growled, fisting her hair tighter, dragging her head lower until I was buried to the hilt, her lips stretched wide, her throat swallowing me whole. She choked and clawed at my thighs, but her pussy kept dripping down onto my tongue. I spread her ass wider, tongue lapping greedily at her slit, shoving deep inside her wet cunt while two of my fingers rammed upward, curling against her spot. My other hand slapped her ass hard, making her whimper around my cock. Her body bucked above me, thighs trembling as I sucked her clit hard, rough and fast, grinding my tongue against it while fucking her with my fingers. She moaned so loud it vibrated right through my cock in her mouth, sending shocks through me. “Mmmff—fuck
Cole I didn’t stop sucking on her clit, not even when her legs shook so badly I thought she’d collapse against the wall. My tongue was buried in her pussy, my mouth sloppy, my chin and lips drenched with her. She tasted like sin and I wanted to fucking drown in it. Then, suddenly, I pulled back, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and looked up at her. “Not done with you yet,” I rasped, my voice rough, my cock rock-hard and straining painfully inside my jeans. I pushed myself back, laying flat across the rug, eyes burning up her body. “Come here. Straddle me.” Her lips parted, face red, chest heaving, but she didn’t hesitate. She stepped forward, shaky at the knees, and climbed over me. Her skirt was still bunched around her waist, her panties shoved aside, her pussy glistening above me like the perfect fucking meal. “Turn around,” I ordered, my voice dark. “Face my cock. I want your mouth on it while I eat this sweet cunt of yours.” Her whole body trembled, but fuc
Cole Her breath stuttered. Her eyes said no, but her body… her body was already giving me the answer I wanted. “Cole,” she whispered, like saying my name would somehow stop me. But it only made my cock ache harder. I reached out, slow at first, brushing my fingers along her knee. She jumped, but she didn’t push me away. Her thighs pressed closer together, like she could shut me out. Except I knew that trick. I knew what that squeeze meant. Pressure. Heat. She was already throbbing down there, wet and tight and desperate. “You shouldn’t—” she started, but her voice cracked when my hand slid higher, the tips of my fingers grazing soft skin just under the hem of her skirt. I leaned back, just to watch her squirm. Her chest rose faster, nipples straining against that blouse she thought could hide them. My grin spread slow, dark. “You’re shaking, doc.” Her hands gripped the notepad so tight the pages crumpled. “Because this is wrong.” I chuckled low, leaning in until my m