ANMELDENMY NEW BODYGUARDS EPISODE 1: MY BODYGUARD HAS A BODYGUARD Jessie watched me like a hawk since then. But that was not even the most interesting thing about her. The day after she moved into the room next to mine, Stanley, her security assistant, showed up. Jessie followed me everywhere, and Stanley trotted behind her. He always made phone calls, his hands constantly hovering near his earpiece. Then, they would talk quietly while their eyes stayed locked on me. I was only allowed outside once a day. Friends were completely out of the question because no girl with a security team can make friends easily. We didn't even go to crowded places. I could go to a restaurant but it had to be so fancy that barely anyone would be inside with me. I had to get most of my things online. On some days, they let me walk by the beach. Stanley carried my heavy bags up the stairs to my room. The villa was gorgeous, with bright white walls and wide balconies that overlooked the
MY NEW BODYGUARDS EPISODE 1: THE ONE I CAN’T SEDUCE. CARA I’d always been protected, but never caged. The caging came after the explosion back at home. In New Orleans, during the Candlelight March, someone planted a bomb on a horse. It blew up in the middle of the crowded square, shattering the fragile peace of my world. I had been safely away from the blast, sitting with my dad at a quiet diner. His entourage of armed men arrived minutes later, moving with terrifying urgency. They rushed us back to the house, and I had just thirty minutes to pack my most important belongings. That was the day we fled New Orleans for Miami. Miami never felt like a real hiding place. The city was laid-back and fun But it wasn't like that for us. Mom died when I was in middle school. I always knew my father was dangerous. It earned me safety and a fierce reputation among my peers, but I had left those friends behind in New Orleans in a sudden, violent rush. Here in Miami, holed
THE PRIEST’S TEMPTATION EPISODE 5: AN INCOMPLETE SALVATION The priest would not look at me after that wild moment. He turned away quickly and nervously arranged his holy gown. I blushed hot and bright as I arranged mine too. But I was still burning up inside, reeling for him. I wanted to be stretched open completely, not just in my warm mouth, but deep inside my wet pussy too. And maybe even in my tight ass. Maybe. But I knew this nervous priest would not dare to do that just yet. I sat down heavily on my chair and pushed a loose strand of sweaty hair aside. “Do I get your name now, Father?” I asked softly. The anointed man of God gave me a small, defeated look before he finally answered. “Father Benjamin.” My red lips curled upward into a slow, wicked smile. “Father Benjamin, would you mind fucking me right now?” I asked boldly, without batting a single eyelash. The poor father shook hard, as if my forbidden words utterly repulsed him. “If I do any more tha
THE PRIEST’S TEMPTATION EPISODE 4: OH YES, FATHER! I rolled my hot palm slowly down his thick length. I moved my hand smoothly and slowly over his hard flesh. His strong pulse hammered right in my hands, matching the deep, wet, throbbing ache burning between my legs that simply would not disappear. My sensitive clit tingled with sharp heat. My legs curled tight behind me in pure need. The priest was still praying out loud, his eyes squeezed shut and glued tightly to the floor. I leaned closer and took the heavy head of his ripe, swollen cock right into my warm mouth. A sudden chill must have settled deep inside the poor priest. For he shivered visibly right then, and his trembling hands reached out to firmly hold my head in place. “My child, you must answer Amen to every single prayer. Do you hear me?” the priest said while his glassy eyes rolled back into his head. His warm fingers wove deep into my hair, holding me captive. His heavy cock pulsed hard right ins
THE PRIEST’S TEMPTATION EPISODE 3: HOLY COCK He muttered a few dark words under his breath that I refused to hear. I did not care to listen. My hungry eyes were glued to the tight stretch of his waist. I let my body fall forward, pressing my palms flat against his thighs. “If anyone can save me, it has to be you, Father,” I whimpered softly, pressing my face into his heavy robe. The priest bent over me, his warm hands resting on my bare shoulders to pull me up. I dropped my weight to the floor, faking a helpless sob. The priest paced around me in slow circles. He tried to squat down to my level, but his trembling knees gave out. He stumbled back into his chair, and I crawled across the floor toward him like a hungry animal. “Repeat after me. I, Brenda,” the father commanded. “I, Brenda,” I whispered, letting my voice sound broken and weak. I crept closer, sliding my hands up to grip his knees. The priest sat straight, his heavy hand resting on my head. “I am free f
THE PRIEST’S TEMPTATION EPISODE 2: GET ON YOUR KNEES, MY CHILD BRENDA ‘Come to me?!’ The priest had no idea what he just suggested. Dirty thoughts forced their way into my mind as I got up. I breathed out and tried to hide the blush creeping up my cheeks. The blush wasn't the only thing that had me worried. My nipples were ripe and hard. My dress material was light, flannel. I looked down at my nipples poking through them like laser beams. And I giggled inwardly cause this father is going to prove just how good he is. Imagine it. If I could get the priest to fuck me. Or let me take him in my mouth. My pussy buzzed. She squeezed and spasmed, I was wet just thinking about it. Leaking slowly. The door opened up and I was yanked away from my thoughts. But not from the underlying tremors already rising. I curled my toes in my platinum ash heels. I saw a hand pull out from a door at the end of the hallway. “Over here,” The father said. I patted my
The party was winding down, but the house felt more suffocating than ever. Outside, the sky had bruised into thick, purple clouds that seemed to press against the glass. I’d been knocking back drinks to numb the hunger for Carter, but the alcohol only made my head swim. I stumbled into the kit
I slipped into the house, climbing the stairs until the dull roar of the party was nothing but a distant hum. I wanted to cry, but that felt too fragile, too honest. I locked myself in the bathroom to splash cold water on my burning face. As I turned to leave, my heart stuttered. A figure sto
I had just moaned out loud. Carter heard me moan! “Oh god, forgive me,” I gasped, I spun around so fast I nearly fell. Carter caught me, his hands firm against my waist. He had no idea that his touch sent a jolt of pure electricity through my spine, threatening to undo me right there on the
The invitation had been a whisper, a command I couldn’t ignore. “My hole needs more stretching. Come over Saturday at noon.” I’d canceled everything. My plans, my life, my common sense. I arrived at the penthouse, my heart drumming a frantic rhythm against my ribs as I waited for 35A1 to open.







