เข้าสู่ระบบI lay on their silk sheets, panting and dazed, my lips and chin still slick with Victoria’s release. Nathan’s thick cock rested heavy against my tongue as I gently sucked the last traces of my own juices from him. Victoria watched us with dark, satisfied eyes, her fingers lazily stroking my hair.“She’s such a quick learner,” Victoria purred, leaning down to kiss her husband deeply, tasting me on his tongue. When they broke apart, she looked at me with a wicked smile. “But we’re not finished with you yet, sweetheart. Not even close.”Nathan pulled his cock from my mouth and stroked my cheek. “On your hands and knees, Emma. In the center of our bed.”My body trembled with nervous excitement as I obeyed. Victoria moved behind me first, spreading my ass cheeks and dragging her tongue slowly along my soaked pussy. I moaned, pushing back against her face. Nathan knelt in front of me, feeding his thick cock back into my mouth.“Eyes on me,” he commanded as Victoria licked me eagerly from be
I stood outside their penthouse door at exactly eight o’clock, my heart hammering against my ribs. I had changed three times before settling on a simple navy sundress that fell just above my knees. It felt modest enough, but now, standing here, it suddenly seemed too revealing. The memory of Victoria’s fingers on my cheek and Nathan’s intense stare from earlier kept replaying in my mind, making my skin feel hot and sensitive.Victoria opened the door with a warm, knowing smile. She had changed into a silky black slip dress that clung to her curves like liquid, the neckline plunging low enough to show the swell of her breasts.“Emma, darling. Right on time. Come in.” She stepped aside, but not before leaning in to kiss my cheek. Her lips lingered a second longer than polite, her breath warm against my ear. “You look delicious.”I blushed deeply as I stepped inside. Their penthouse was stunning — open concept, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, expensive modern furniture, an
I had just finished unpacking the last box in my new apartment when the doorbell rang. It was a warm Saturday afternoon, and I was still in my simple white tank top and denim shorts, hair tied up messily, with a light sheen of sweat on my skin from moving furniture. At twenty-two, moving out on my own for the first time felt both exhilarating and terrifying. The apartment complex was upscale — quiet, private, with beautiful shared gardens — but I hadn’t expected visitors so soon.I opened the door and found myself face-to-face with the most striking woman I had ever seen.She was in her mid-thirties, with long auburn hair cascading over one shoulder, sharp hazel eyes, and full lips curved in a confident smile. She wore a silky emerald blouse that clung to her generous curves and tailored black pants that accentuated her hips. Everything about her screamed quiet luxury and effortless dominance.“Hi there,” she said, her voice smooth and warm like honey. “I’m Victoria. My husband and I
I lay trembling on the massive four-poster bed in the master bedroom, my maid uniform bunched around my waist, breasts exposed, and my pussy dripping with arousal. The three men surrounding me — Alexander, Damien, and Lucas — looked at me like I was their most prized possession. The air was thick with dominance, jealousy, and raw lust. My body was already marked by their mouths and hands, and I knew the real claiming was only about to begin.Alexander stood at the foot of the bed, his presence commanding the entire room. “Take off the rest of her uniform,” he ordered his sons, his deep voice calm but leaving no room for disobedience. “I want our little maid completely naked for us.”Damien and Lucas moved with eager hunger. Damien pulled the uniform over my head while Lucas slid my skirt down my legs. I was left entirely bare, lying on my back in the center of their father’s bed, legs slightly parted, breathing heavily. Three pairs of eyes devoured every inch of me.“Look at her,” Ale
Damien stood in the doorway, his broad frame filling the space, dark eyes locked on me as I remained bent over the bed. My short maid uniform had ridden up, completely exposing my bare ass and dripping pussy. The cool air kissed my wet folds, a humiliating reminder that I was completely naked underneath while two powerful men watched me.Alexander sat comfortably in the armchair, my soaked panties still clutched in his hand, a dark smile playing on his lips. “Come in, son. Close the door.”Damien stepped inside without hesitation, shutting the heavy door with a soft click that sealed the three of us in the master bedroom. His gaze burned across my exposed body, lingering on the slickness between my thighs. “Father… what exactly are these new ‘extra duties’ you mentioned?”I straightened slowly, my face burning with shame, but my body betrayed me — my nipples were painfully hard against the fabric of my uniform, and fresh arousal trickled down my inner thigh. I could feel both men’s ey
The rest of the day passed in a haze of heightened awareness. Every corner I turned, one of them seemed to be there — Alexander’s commanding presence in the study, Damien’s intense stares from the gym, Lucas’s playful yet heated teasing in the hallways. By evening, my body was aching with unfulfilled tension. My nipples were tight against the fabric of my uniform, and there was a persistent, slick heat between my thighs that no amount of professional composure could ignore.After serving dinner and clearing the table, the men retired to the library for drinks. Elena’s absence — their mother’s death two years ago — left the house feeling emptier and somehow more dangerous. I was alone with three powerful men who clearly wanted me.I decided to finish my duties in the master bedroom. Mr. Harrington’s room was the largest in the estate, with dark wood furniture, a massive four-poster bed, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the gardens. I told myself I was only changing the sheets a
The morning of the wedding arrived like a death sentence wrapped in white roses and ocean breeze.I stood in front of the mirror in my villa, adjusting my tuxedo for the third time. The man staring back at me looked composed — the perfect best man. But inside, I was rotting. For the past week, I ha
The morning after I fucked my best friend’s fiancée, the guilt felt like a living thing coiled in my stomach.I woke up alone in my villa, the sheets still carrying the faint scent of Isabella’s perfume and sex. My cock was already half-hard just from the memory of how she had looked beneath me — l
The guilt had been eating me alive for days, but it did nothing to stop the hunger.After that moment in the flower courtyard, Isabella and I barely spoke in public. We played our roles perfectly — me as the loyal best man, her as the glowing bride-to-be. But the tension between us had become unbea
I never thought I’d be the kind of man who betrayed his best friend. But then again, I never expected to meet her.The private estate on the Amalfi Coast was nothing short of obscene. Marcus had spared no expense for his wedding week — sprawling villas overlooking the turquoise sea, private infinit







