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My Best friend's Dad 03

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I woke up to sunlight slicing through the blinds and Dominic’s cock already hard inside me, he’d rolled his hips lazily, stretching me open again, thick and relentless. I was still on top of him, his cum and mine dried sticky between my thighs, my cheek pressed to his chest. The slow drag of his shaft against my swollen walls pulled a broken moan from my throat before I was even fully conscious.

“Morning, princess,” he rumbled, his voice rough with sleep. One big hand slid down my spine and spread my ass cheeks, letting the cool air kiss where we were joined. “Daddy’s been keeping you warm all night. Feel how full you are?”

I whimpered, clenching around him involuntarily. He groaned low, hips bucking once, hard enough to jolt me forward. My nipples dragged across his chest hair and I gasped.

“Still so fucking greedy,” he murmured, his fingers tracing where his cock split me open. “Look at this pretty little cunt. Took four loads and she’s still begging for more.”

He started moving the
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    Mondays are always the same for me. My company schedules a 9 a.m. Zoom meeting to go over the previous week’s sales numbers. Same boring hour every week. I just roll out of bed, throw on the oversized hoodie that stops right below my ass cheeks, no bra, no panties, with my hair looking like it lost a fight with a tornado, and sit at the kitchen table with my phone and my laptop. The camera only captures from my collarbones up to my head, twenty-something coworkers staring while we pretend to care about conversion rates.That Monday I was forty-five minutes into the meeting when my phone buzzed.Valentina: Open the fucking door, my pussy’s already wet for you.I muted myself, after saying “coffee,” and went out of the kitchen to open the door.She was soaked from the rain, her white tank top glued to her tits, nipples hard as rocks, joggers slung low, holding two cups of coffee and a bakery bag. She stepped in, kicked the door shut, and kissed me so deep.“Back to your meeting,” she g

  • Dirty Little Lessons (An Erotica Collection)   Pussy Drunk 04

    The following week Friday night she texted me one line:Valentina: Pack an overnight bag. Actually, don’t, you won’t need clothes.I showed up at her door at 8 p.m. with nothing but my phone, keys, and the shortest silk robe I owned underneath my coat. She opened the door wearing just a black boxer briefs and a harness, and nothing else. The thick black strap-on was already in place, pointing out straight. My mouth went dry.“Strip in the hallway,” she said, voice calm. “Leave the robe on the floor. You won’t see it again until Monday.”I obeyed, shaking, until I stood naked in her doorway, my nipples hard from arousal and cold marble under my bare feet. She looked at me over slowly, top to bottom, then crooked a finger.“Crawl.”I dropped to my hands and knees and crawled inside. She closed the door behind me with a soft click that sounded like a lock on my entire weekend, I knew I was going to be here all weekend.The bedroom had been transformed, all the regular pillows were gone.

  • Dirty Little Lessons (An Erotica Collection)   Pussy Drunk 03

    She laughed softly against my neck, that low, filthy sound that always made my cunt clench, and slid two fingers straight back inside me like she’d never left.They went in so easily, so fucking easily, because I was still swollen and dripping from the last round. The wet sound was obscene, slick and loud in the quiet bedroom. Her palm pressed flat against my clit, fingers curled just right, and I arched off the mattress with a broken moan.“Listen to that greedy little pussy,” she murmured, her lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Still sucking me in like it’s starving. You’re making such a mess, baby.”I couldn’t answer, I could only spread my legs wider, heels digging into the sheets, hips rolling to create a rhythm with her hand. She pumped slowly at first, deliberate, dragging her fingers out until just the tips teased my entrance, then slamming them back in deep enough that I felt it in my throat.“You feel how open you are for me?” she whispered, adding a third finger without wa

  • Dirty Little Lessons (An Erotica Collection)   Pussy Drunk 02

    A week later, and I was on my way back to her apartment. I was a complete mess the entire Uber ride over, my thighs were pressed together so hard the seatbelt was pointless, heart hammering, pussy already soaked through the crotchless panties I’d bought specifically for this. I was wearing a black lace bra that barely covered my nipples, stockings, heels, trench coat, that was the whole outfit. I was one sharp turn away from cumming untouched.She opened the door barefoot, wearing a low-slung silk pants and a thin white crop top. Her nipples were hard, her hair messy like she’d been thinking about me as much as I’d been thinking about her. She took one look at me and that slow, filthy smile spread across her face.“You absolute slut,” she said, grabbing the belt of my coat and pulling me inside. “Get in here.” She slammed me against the door the second it shut, kissed me so hard I tasted blood where her teeth caught my lip. Her hands were already untying the knot, pushing the coat ope

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    So here’s the thing, I’d been in a sex/relationship dry spell for months. Like, “my vibrator was getting more action than my entire dating history” kind of dry spell. Work had been insane, my ex had moved to Portland with some yoga instructor named River, and I was just over it. Over the dating apps, over straight girls who “just wanted to experiment,” over every fucking thing.That’s why I said yes when my friend Marisol texted me about this rooftop thing in Bushwick, it wasn’t some random bar night. It was one of those invite-only lesbian parties the girls in the know whisper about, the ones with the password at the door and the guest list that gets passed around in DMs. They call it “Siren” and it happens like twice a summer. Everyone’s hot, everyone’s queer, and nobody’s pretending they’re there to network.I spent way too long getting ready. Shaved everything that could be shaved, lotioned up until I smelled like coconut and bad decisions. I picked the black dress that makes my a

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    The text came at 11:47 p.m. on a Thursday, from an unknown contact.Unknown:$100,000 wired the second you walk through the penthouse door, another $100k if you make me beg before sunrise.Black lace, no panties, with six-inch stiletto heels. Address attached, be here in forty minutes or the offer closes.I stared at the screen, my thighs already clenching. Two hundred grand for one night of work?I had done worse for less, I chose the set that made men stupid: black lace balconette bra that barely contained my tits, with matching garter belt, sheer stockings with the seam running up the back, and a six-inch patent Louboutins that clicked like gunshots when I walked, with no panties on.Just the thin strip of lace between my legs that was already soaked from the thought of knowing I was about to own someone.The private elevator opened straight into the penthouse. He was waiting in the dark, only the city skyline behind him and one lamp casting gold across the sharp lines of his jaw.

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