LOGINAmberI push open the front door of the apartment I share with Jake. My arms ache from carrying heavy shopping bags. I spent the afternoon walking around the mall looking through stores and trying on clothes. Now I'm finally home as I step into the front door, I hear a sound.It's the hum of the TV coming from down the hallway. I know it's coming from Jake's bedroom. Jake always leaves his door open. It's a habit of his that I've gotten used to over the many months we've lived together as roommates.I kick off my sneakers near the door and I wiggle my toes feeling relieved to be out of the leather shoes. Just as I start to relax, I hear something. It isn't the normal sound of a show or a movie. I hear laughs and whispers, then I hear a sound. The unmistakable sound of moaning coming from the speakers. My heart skips a beat, I feel a shiver run down my back. I'm curious now so I walk to the kitchen, set my shopping bags on the messy counter. They make a thud but no one in the back o
AmeliaThe dark hallway feels like a tunnel and I am just drifting along with Julian, his hand heavy and warm on the back of my neck. My legs are shaking so much that I am worried I will just collapse right here on the carpet. I am clutching his suit jacket around my shoulders to hide the fact that my blouse is a rags now. We reach the glass doors of the conference room and he pushes them open. The silence of the room is swallowed up by the sound of our breathing. This room is all glass and metal with a massive table in the middle.Julian does not say a word. He just leads me to the head of the table. And sits down in one of the high backed leather chairs. He spreads his legs wide, looking at me. His eyes are dark and still full of a possessive hunger that makes my pussy clench in desperate need."Get down on your knees Amelia," he commands. "You have been a good girl so far. Now I want to see how well you can use that mouth of yours."I do not even hesitate. I sink down onto the
Amelia He doesn't even give me a second to find my breath the moment I return from the restroom.“Come here,” he orders.I still feel an ache between my thighs as I walk over to him and sit close to him.“That was good, you took my cock so well. I'm not done having a taste of that creamy pussy.”Before I could say a word, he hauls me up from the leather sofa, his fingers digging into my waist like he’s trying to leave a permanent grip on my bones. My blouse is hanging off one shoulder, and the lace of my bra is torn. His cum drips down my inner thighs.He pulls me over to the massive mahogany desk again but this time he doesn't make me sit. He spins me around and shoves my face down against the cold, hard wood."Look at the screen, Amelia," he growls, his voice sounding like a predator's. "Look at what a good little slut you are for me."I’m pressed flat against the desk, the smell of furniture polish and his sweat filling my nose. I look up, my vision a bit blurry, and see the mo
Amelia Mr. Thorne stands there, tall and imposing, while he strokes himself with a slow rhythm. I can't even look away if I wanted to, and honestly, part of me doesn't want to. My heart is still pounding against my ribs from what just happened, my breath is shaky. He looks at me, his eyes dark and hungry, and he reaches out with his free hand to grab the back of my neck."Stand up, Amelia," he says, his voice sounding rough.I stand up, my legs feeling a little bit like jelly, and he pulls me toward him. I’m still half dressed, my blouse hanging open and my skirt hiked up a bit, and when he pulls me against his chest, I can feel the heat of his skin through my thin lace bra. He leans down and kisses me, not a soft kiss at all, but something hard and demanding that tastes like he wants to swallow me whole. I find myself kissing him back, my fingers digging into his shoulders, trying to find some kind of balance."You've been driving me crazy for months," he mutters against my li
Amelia The office is really quiet now and the only sound is the humming of the air conditioning. I grab my bag, feeling its weight against my side then I hear a commanding voice behind me.“Amelia, stay for a moment."My heart jumps, it is Mr. Thorne, he's always the one who talks to me like that. I turn around, trying to smile. He is standing by his office door, the computer screen glows softly behind him. “I need you to work extra time tonight," he says.No way, I do not want to work. I've plans. "Is there a report you need now Mr. Thorne? I actually have things to do."He shoots me a hard gaze like he owns me.“It’s not about a report," he tells me. "It’s just filing."Filing at seven o’clock on a Friday? That sounds crazy.“I did all the records yesterday.”He walks towards me, his footsteps are quiet on the carpet. I can smell his cologne, it's cedar and something else. Then he stops close to me. “Not those files, Amelia.” His eyes are locked on mine. "Private files, the o
Bethany My heart pounds faster and my skin feels so hot.He stands in front of me. His shirt is wrinkled and his pants are up now but his belt isn’t fixed. His hand drops to his side.“Close the door, Bethany,” he growls, his eyes on me. “Or leave. Pick one now.”I look at his mouth when he says my name. I think of how he said it before when he thought he was alone.I turn around and close the door, I know what I want. He breathes out like he was holding it.“I’m 19,” I say again. My voice shakes. “Just do it.”“And I’m your professor?” he asks. “Look, I'm sorry you saw me and how I moaned your name but that's it.”“You’re Jack,” I say. “That’s who you were when your eyes were shut.”His jaw works, then looks at the folder on the chair, then at me.“You don’t know what you’re asking,” he says.“I do. I’m not lying. I don’t know everything. But I know I want this. “I wanted it since the first day of class when he talked about Caesar and looked at me for too long.“You walk in here,”
RaineI never planned for my life to feel this empty at twenty-six.After college I moved back into the family house because rent in the city was insane and my parents were traveling more than they were home. My older brother Carl had already claimed the basement as his “man cave” and turned the ga
IanI’d been staring at the arrivals board for twenty minutes, heart hammering like I was eighteen again not thirty-two. Gate 12B. Flight from Chicago. Chloe’s flight. The one she’d booked three weeks ago after we’d finally said the words out loud: “I need to see you in person.” We’d met in the m
Olivia I reached between us and fumbled with his zipper. He lifted his hips, helped me free him. His dick was hot, heavy and already leaking.No condom or discussion. I didn’t care. I shoved my panties to the side the wet fabric sticking to my folds and sank down.We both moaned loudly and shamele
Quinn.This was simple, straightforward, something that is done countless times, just in a long time. There shouldn’t have been anything in the moment powerful enough to make me lose my mind.I lost everything I had in my mind before stepping into this room. I lost myself wholly in the pounding rhy







