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Chapter 3 : Unexpected Temptation

Author: Tiwas’s Pen
last update publish date: 2026-02-23 21:52:27

I had just arrived at Clara’s house, expecting the usual warm greetings and laughter. But something felt… off. The front door was slightly ajar. I hesitated before I pushed it open quietly, stepping inside. The house smelled faintly of vanilla and summer air, but there was something else, something electric, lingering in the silence.

Then I heard it. Soft, wet moans, coming from her bedroom. My breath caught. My feet carried me toward the sound, curiosity tangled with something much more primal.

And there she was. Clara, on her bed, breasts exposed with her nipples hard with arousal, her white legs raised slightly at the knees with her fingers moving in slow, deliberate rhythm. Her eyes fluttered closed, lips parted, every shiver, every gasp pulling me in closer. My pulse spiked, desire curling low in my belly.

I watched as she began to move her hips and I could see her pussy swollen and dripping her juices. It was a surreal moment. I think of leaving but I cannot move my legs from the sight of this dreamlike moment.

She opens her eyes but luckily, she did not look towards the door. She takes a vibrator and starts rubbing it against her clit as she moved her hips while moans of pleasure escape her mouth making me weak in the knees and my pussy dripping more with hunger for her

Suddenly, our eyes meet, everything shift. The look in her eyes shows her surprise, desire, and invitation which made me ache. I stepped closer, careful, deliberate, drawn to her heat, to the soft curve of her body, to the undeniable pull between us.

Her fingers slowed, then paused. She bit her lip, watching me, breath shaky. “You… you shouldn’t have seen this,” she whispered, voice thick with want. ‘I’m sorry” she whispers

I didn’t reply. I just moved closer, letting my hands brush against hers, feeling the warmth radiating from her skin. Every shiver, every gasp, every subtle moan became a rhythm, a silent communication of desire, daring me to step further.

I grab her chin and say, “ you should be sorry little slut. You knew I was coming but you still did this. You wanted me to see you pleasure yourself, right?” she remains quiet, staring at me with intense desire in her eyes. “Roll over and don’t look at me, you need to be punished”

She turns over and I am blessed with the sight of her bubble butt in the air. I start slapping her ass soundly as she moans “I’m sorry” over and over again. I stop when her ass turns a dark shade of pink.

I unzip my dress and take off my panties. I lay on the bed and I grab the back of her head in between my thighs “lick this pussy clean. Lick what you have done to my pussy” she dives in hungrily as her tongue moves from my slit up to my clit and she starts teasing my clit with her tongue in rhythmic movements. “Faster!” I command, “ eat that pussy up like the slut that you are” I say as I grab her nipple tightly and she moans over my pussy causing a vibration through my pussy. She inserts her fingers and starts fucking fast till I feel my pussy start clenching over her fingers till I cum.

I release her head. “ Get on the bed on your back and spread your legs” she gets up obediently and laid on the bed with her legs spread showing her dripping pussy. “Spread your pussy with your fingers” I tell her as I kneel between her legs and licked the full length of her cunt several times until she began moaning uncontrollably. Then I suck her clit, flicking it with my tongue and she starts thrusting her pussy against my face. I insert two of my fingers in her pussy and press upwards to her G-spot and start pumping really fast till her body starts to shudder and juices flow all over my hands as she orgasms.

She shifted, pulling me onto the bed with her, fingers tangling in my hair, lips brushing mine. The moans grew, not just from her, but from both of us as we explored, touched, and pressed together. “ I know you have other toys, bring me your dildo let me fuck you well” I instruct.

Surprisingly she brings a strap-on with a 6-inch dick “ you are really a horny slut to have all these toys” I tell her. I stand up, take the strap-on and put it on then I tell her “Now I’m going to fuck you” she lays on the bed and I make her raise her hips and slip a pillow under her. I pull her legs apart, revealing the wet pussy. I teased the opening of her pussy with the tip of the dick, just slipping and inch and then pulling it out

“Beg for it, slut. Call me your mistress and tell me you want me to fuck you. Say it, or I will stop” I say as I continue the push and pull.

“ Please, mistress, fuck me now. Please fuck me” her voice is thick with desire.

I rammed the dick into her pussy so hard, pulling her hips against me each time. As I’m fucking her, I take the vibrator and place it on her clit and within seconds she starts shaking with her pussy grabbing the strap-on dick.

I moved and laid on the bed. “Come and ride this cock” I ordered her.

she climbed me with her back facing me and positioned the cock at her entrance of her pussy before she sat down on the cock. After she was balanced, she started to ride the cock, moving up and down on the dick. I brought my hands forward and started to rub her clit as she rode the cock. Her moans of pleasure filled the room as she continued to fuck the cock.

After riding the cock for some time, I stood up with the cock still inside of her and bent her over before pounding her all over again. As I continued to fuck her hard, I felt her control loosen as she started to quiver and her pussy griped the cock tightly as she came again.

I took off the strap-on before I bent her legs upward and placed my clit on hers and started to grind it against her. I continued to grind against her as I increased the pace while holding her legs up. After some time, I opened her legs and crossed over her with mine and continued to rub our clits together. Our moans filled the room all over again till we both came together.

By the time we slowed, we were tangled, breathless, hearts hammering, skin slick with the heat of our shared temptation. I had never expected this visit to turn into something so forbidden, so intoxicating… so undeniably unforgettable.

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