Se connecterSTORY 12.The church smelled of old wood, candle wax, and the faint sweetness of incense that still lingered from the early morning Mass.St. Augustine’s was one of the older parishes in the city; it had high vaulted ceilings, painted-glass windows that turned the sunlight into soft reds and golds. A long wooden bench creaked whenever someone shifted their weight. The choir loft above the main doors still held a few late singers packing away their sheet music. “Oh praise the Lord, the Lord of hosts. Oh praise the God of God above…..” Their voices had filled the church earlier with clear, layered harmonies that echoed against the stone walls, and the unison sound of the piano made the hymn sweet to the ear.Now only the low murmur of remaining parishioners and the occasional click of heels on the marble floor remained.Kyle hadn’t planned to stay this long.He had only come because his cousin, Father Daniel, had mentioned the morning Mass ran from nine to eleven. Kyle usually avoide
Literally, Marcus is my stepbrother, I grew up with him calling my father his stepdad. We were not born of the same parents but we grew up together which practically made us brothers.Now, looking at him lick and suck my wife’s pussy; lust filled me more than anger. I didn’t stop. I pushed deeper into her throat.A sex freak should get what she deserves.Elena gagged around my cock as I fucked her mouth harder, one hand locked in her hair, the other gripping her jaw to keep her open.Her jaw might hurt just a little but she seemed to enjoy it. Tears streaked down her cheeks. Saliva ran down her chin and dripped onto her bare chest. Marcus stayed on his knees between her legs, eating her with the same focused hunger he had when I first walked in. Every time she moaned around me, the vibration shot straight down my spine.The living room smelled of utmost sex, sweat, and the faint trace of my brother’s cologne.I pulled out of her mouth with a wet sound. Elena gasped for air, lips sw
Ryan’s POV I opened the front door, with a wide grin that had been plastered on my face since I got on the bus. I had missed Elena, the way she touches my beard playfully, her soft voice hovering around the house. I missed her meals, and most especially her body. I turned the knob and met the biggest shock of my life.The wide grin slowly turned into a frown and my jaw seemed to forget how to retract.My eyes stayed glued to Elena, my wife, she was on the couch, legs spread wide with her head thrown back.My eyes travelled down to my older brother, Marcus.He was on his knees, leaning between them while his face was buried in her cunt. One of her hands fisted in his hair as though she wanted him to eat her deeper.Flip. Flip.The wet sounds of him eating her out filled the living room. “Ouughhhh! Louugghh!” Her soft, broken moans were the same ones I had been hearing over the phone for weeks. She had done a good job suppressing them and covering up with a cough loud enough to mak
Elena’s POVI decided to take the pregnancy test, even though something in me told me I was already carrying Marcus’s child.The fear of my husband finding out about this made something drop in my stomach.Fear. Guilt. Betrayal.Guilt washed all over me and I hated myself for still preferring Marcus over my loving husband.I took the test on a Thursday morning while Marcus was in the shower. I dipped it into my first urine and waited for 10 seconds, until the first line became visible.My heart kept thudding as though it was going to jump out of my chest. Then, the second line appeared almost immediately. Clear. Dark and unmistakable.I sat on the edge of the bathtub and stared at it until I was spacing out, I had started to imagine Ryan’s expression if his brother told him he had been fucking his wife who he was supposed to be looking after. When Marcus stepped out with a towel around his waist, I held the stick up without saying anything. He took it, looked at the result, and the
How we got here isn't something I can explain in a sentence but I am going to narrate it anyway.Here’s my confession;It started one week after Marcus moved in.Ryan had been gone for almost a month by then. Ryan knew that I was addicted, sometimes he called me a sex-freak!k while he satisfied me because he knew how much I liked being touched. Still, work made him leave his sex freaked wife all to herself.The house felt too quiet, and I had started getting reckless in small, stupid ways. That afternoon I sat on the living room couch in only a thin, robe, the front loosely tied, and answered a video call from a man I used to casually flirt with before I got married. My breasts were barely covered. The robe kept slipping but I didn’t bother fixing it.I was laughing at something he said when the front door opened.Marcus stood there with a grocery bag in one hand, his eyes locked on my phone, then on my half-exposed chest. Then the man on the phone went, “Shake those titties for me,
Elena’s POV “Smile for your husband, Elena.” Marcus’s voice was low and rough against my ear as he rolled his hips forward, burying himself deeper inside me. My fingers tightened around the phone. On the screen, Ryan’s face smiled back at me from thousands of miles away, the grainy video call flickering slightly with the poor connection. “Hey, baby,” Ryan said. “You look a little flushed. You okay?” I forced a soft smile, praying my voice wouldn’t shake. “I’m fine. Just… hot in here. The air conditioning’s been acting up.” Behind me, Marcus let out a quiet, amused breath. His large hand slid around my waist and settled low on my stomach, possessive and heavy. I suppressed a moan, taking the camera off my face for two seconds while I acted like I was adjusting in bed. Marcus didn’t stop moving. He gave me slow, deliberate thrusts which kept me stretched and full while I tried to hold a normal conversation with my husband. “How’s everything going over there?” I asked, keeping my
Gina’s POVI looked at Fred, hoping for some sign of sympathy, but he just shrugged, his eyes already fixed on my body. Mia reached out and touched my arm, her fingers light. “Hey, it doesn’t have to be a bad thing. I promise I’ll make it fun.”My throat tightened. The humiliation was a hot wave ro
Dave's smile widened. He pulled her up from the chair, gentle but firm. The sound of her heels was the only sound heard in the office space. He led her to his office, and the door clicked shut. The lock turned. The room smelled of leather and scotch; the city lights twinkled through the windows.
Story 2.Clara had survived two years under Dave Hargrove’s thumb—endless overtime, frozen salary, casual insults disguised as “feedback,” all while he bought another yacht and another mistress. Today the breaking point finally arrived.Dave Hargrove, a hot billionaire and the CEO of Hargrove LTD.
Ellen’s povHis tongue dove in, expert, filthy, lapping my clit in tight circles, sucking my folds.“Damn! You taste so good.” He murmured as my juices coated his chin; I rode his face shamelessly, tits spilling free, nipples hard from the cool air, and his growls vibrating through me.”“Fuck!” I







