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Tonight, I was going to get fucked by Derek’s friends.
Derek was my boyfriend. Two years together, and our sex life had already blown past normal, spiraling completely out of control. We had burned through every sexual fantasy we could imagine.
Except one.
We had never let another man take me while Derek watched.
Last week, right in the middle of fucking me, Derek had leaned down and growled in my ear, “I want to see another man claim your pussy while I sit back and watch. I want to see you cum all over his cock while I’m right here.”
That line kept looping in my head, over and over. I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Tonight, I was going to make it happen.
I had encouraged Derek to invite his friends over to his apartment for a game night. He thought it would just be video games and beers, another chill evening.
He had no idea what I had planned.
I wanted to be a slut tonight.
I wanted Derek’s friends, Ethan, Caleb, Joe, and Dominic, to gangbang me. I wanted their cocks filling me one after the other, stretching me open until I could barely catch my breath.
I wanted to hear their grunts and moans echoing through the room. I wanted to see Derek caught between shock and arousal while I gave myself away in front of him.
I wanted every filthy fantasy I had craved in secret to finally come alive.
•••••••
11 p.m.
I looked at myself in the car mirror. My pink lace bra barely contained my breasts. My satin panties clung tight, the fabric wet against my pussy. Black stockings hugged my legs, ending in open-toed heels that made my thighs look even fuller.
I looked like every man’s dirty fantasy, and I loved it. I opened the car door, let the cool night air hit my skin, and fumbled for my phone.
I typed out a message to my boyfriend: I’m outside your apartment. Come get me, baby.
My thumb hovered over send for one split second before I hit go.
His reply came instantly,“Shit… you’re here? I’m coming to open the door.”
A thrill shot through me. He had no idea what I had planned tonight.
The door swung open. Derek froze and his eyes widened.
“Sierra… holy fuck,” he muttered, grabbing my waist and pulling me in. “You look… damn.”
I leaned into him, brushing my lips over his.
“You like what you see, baby?” I purred.
His answer was a kiss.
Hard.
Desperate.
Full of lust.
His hands gripped my ass like he wanted to fuck me right there.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he groaned against my lips.
I smirked, slipping past him into the apartment.
Ethan and Caleb both stared at my chest like they had never seen tits before. Dominic leaned back, as his eyes roamed slowly. His grin showed exactly what he was thinking. Joe barely looked up, and I caught a heavy scowl on his face.
I turned to Derek, pretending not to notice their eyes on me.
“What’s with Joe? He’s usually louder than all of you.”
Derek crossed his arms, laughing. “Joe’s moody. His girl dumped him, like, five minutes ago. Don’t mind him.”
I leaned in close enough for only Derek to hear. “Maybe I’ll fix that tonight.”
His brows shot up. “Wait. Are you saying…”
I nodded.
Then I turned to Joe with a wicked grin.
“Your girlfriend’s an idiot.” I winked. “But I’m gonna put a smile back on your face.”
Joe squinted, confused. “What are you—”
“Shhh.” I hushed him as I dropped to my knees.
I pulled my hair into a messy bun, looking up at him with a smirk. “Tonight I’ll make you forget she even existed.”
Derek’s jaw slackened.
His eyes gleamed with approval. He leaned back against the wall, arms folded, watching me like a man who’d just won the lottery.
Ethan’s voice cut in. “Dude… you cool with your girl on her knees for him?”
“Hell yes,” Derek said smoothly. “I want her to. Go on, baby. Make him forget.”
I licked my lips and fixed my eyes on Joe. “So? You ready or not?”
Joe swallowed hard. His gaze darted between Derek and me. He was still hesitant, but the bulge in his jeans made it obvious.
I tilted my head, teasing. “Relax. You’ll thank me after.”
Joe gave a tight nod.
I grabbed his belt and tugged.
“Don’t make me beg, Joe. Get your cock out now.” I said sternly.
His hands moved fast, unbuckling and shoving his jeans down.
His cock sprang free, already hard.
“God… look at that,” I murmured, stroking the head with my thumb. The shaft was thick, while the head swollen and flushed.
A bead of precum glistened at the tip.
“Fuck yes,” I whispered, wrapping my fingers around him. “This is what I want.”
Joe’s breath hitched. “Jesus, Sierra…”
I looked up at Derek.
“Look at this, baby. Your friend’s already leaking for me.”
Derek’s eyes were locked on my hand stroking Joe.
“Take him,” Derek ordered. “I want to see you choke on it.”
I smirked and leaned forward.
My tongue slid across the tip, licking that bead of of precum clean.
Joe groaned. His knuckles went white as he grabbed the couch.
Then I opened wide and pushed him into my mouth.
His thighs tightened under my hands.
“Holy fuck,” he muttered, his voice breaking.
I licked the tip and swirled my tongue through his precum.
“Mmm, you like that?” I teased, my hand stroking his shaft.
“God, yes,” he groaned, his head falling back.
Dominic leaned forward, eyes locked on my mouth. “Damn, Derek. Look at that. Your girl is swallowing him whole. Lucky bastard. Look at Joe’s face. He’s gone.”
Joe laughed, half a moan. “Fuck yeah. She sucks like a p**n star.”
I slurped and took him deeper, my lips sliding down his shaft as my hand pumped the base.
“Deeper,” Derek cut in, his voice sharp. “Show him what you can take.”
I glanced up, eyes watering as I pushed him down my throat until I gagged. Then I pulled back, spit dripping off my chin.
And I did it again.
His Horny Slút (3)I should not want this. That is the thought I keep repeating, but my body refuses to obey. Every shift of my hips makes me wetter, and the sound of it fills the quiet air, obscene and shameless. The woman I pretend to be in boardrooms, the one who sits in tailored suits and commands respect, is nowhere to be found. All that is left of Clara Bennett is a needy mess kneeling on the floor in Adrian Blackwood’s house.My fingers push in and out of me, and I cannot hold it back anymore. Every move makes me moan louder. The room is full of my sounds. My eyes snap to his, desperate for approval, desperate for him to see me falling apart.“You like that, don’t you?” he asks.“Yes… I… I can’t stop,” I gasp.His stare holds me there, stripped down, trembling, waiting for him to claim me.The orgasm tears through me. My body locks up, my legs shudder, and my cúnт squeezes around my fingers so hard it hurts. I cry out, shaking, losing myself in front of him.“Good girl,” Adrian
His Horny Slút (2)I should not want this.I tell myself that as I sit here, but my body betrays me. My nípples ache beneath the thin fabric of my bra, and I feel the wet pull between my thighs with every shift in the chair. I have worked for years to craft the image of a woman who is untouchable, disciplined, entirely professional. And yet here I am in Adrian Blackwood’s house, trembling because I want him to strip me bare and fúck me like it is his right.I know the truth. I want to get laid by him. I have wanted it since the first time I caught him staring at me across the boardroom table, his dark eyes raking my body in a way that was both calculated and primal.Now he sits across from me, glass of scotch in his hand, watching me like prey he has already decided to devour.“You’re nervous,” he says.“I’m not,” I answer, but my voice comes out softer than I intend.“You are. But you’re also wet.”The bluntness of it makes me flush. I try to mask my reaction by sipping my wine, but
This is a terrible mistake.I know it, and yet I keep moving forward like I’m under some spell. He is not a friend. He is not someone I should trust. Adrian Blackwood sits on the board of the company I co-founded. We’ve met only a handful of times, and every conversation between us has been brisk, professional, and limited to a few words.And yet… every time, something in me tightened. His presence lingers long after he’s gone, unsettling me in ways I don’t admit out loud. The truth, though I hate to admit it, even to myself is that I find him achingly attractive. The strong line of his jaw, the steadiness in his eyes, the quiet authority in the way he carries himself. It makes me nervous, makes me shy, like I’ve stepped back into a younger, more vulnerable version of myself.Sometimes, when I’m alone, I catch myself imagining what it would be like to feel him against me. To have his mouth close over mine, his hands unbuttoning me with deliberate patience. To feel his cóck push into m
Flashing Her Títs For Strangers (2)He tried to warn her, tried to pull back, but she held him in her mouth, swallowing every thick pulse of cúm as he filled her throat. Some of it escaped, dripping from her lip to her chin.When she pulled away, she was smiling with pride.Joe stared at her, stunned. “Jesus Christ.”She grinned and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “What? It’s yours. You better kiss me after a show like that.”He leaned in and did exactly that. The taste of himself on her lips only made him harder again.Kiera stared at her reflection in the visor mirror. Her lipstick was a little smudged. Her cheeks glowed, still warm from everything they'd just done. Her blouse clung damply to her skin, the open buttons revealing the soft curve of her chest. She looked wild and radiant and somehow undone."Take me home, Joe," she murmured. Her voice had dropped, "I want you to fúck me."Joe didn’t answer right away. He just glanced over, his jaw tightening slightly as he t
Kiera's breath caught as the semi pulled up alongside their car. The truck’s cab loomed high, the driver’s window already rolled down. She glanced over and let out a shaky laugh.“He’s looking,” she said, voice trembling with undeniable arousal.Joe kept his eyes on the road, but his lips curled into a crooked smile.“Good. Let him.”Kiera’s blouse was already unbuttoned to her waist, and the seatbelt pushed her breasts together in a way that made them look obscene. Her nipples pressed boldly against the thin fabric of her bra.“This is so fucking insane,” she whispered, her voice breathy and tight.Joe’s eyes flicked over.“Then lose the blouse, baby. Let him see what’s mine.”She hesitated, her hands frozen over the buttons. But he knew her. Knew that nervous tension in her was already tipping toward arousal. She was wet. He was sure of it.“Do it,” he said, his tone darker now. “Take it off. Show him those perfect fucking tits I dream about every night.”Kiera whimpered, and then s
Prom Night Fantasy (2)Nick leaned in close and hugged her. She rested her head on his shoulder while he rocked her gently, anger tightening his thoughts as he realized how badly she had been treated.He thought of John and felt disgust rise in his chest. He had assumed it was something careless or small, never imagining it could be something like this.“Is she that much prettier than me?” Jessica asked, her voice steadier now but still fragile.Nick admitted to himself that Carrie Trent was attractive. Still, her reputation was well known, and rumors followed her everywhere, including stories that crossed lines and left a bad taste.“Not by a long shot,” he said quietly. “He doesn’t know what he’s missing, and he ruined everything.”Jessica pulled away and looked up at him. He smiled down at her, unaware of the shock and realization settling across her face.She saw him clearly in that moment as someone constant and patient. He had always been there, listening, steady, and quietly pr







