FAZER 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,”
Ryder.I cuffed Emma to the bedpost. She was on her knees, still gasping and resting from fucking in the air…literally.I spanked her ass hard and she was back alive. She arched back and moaned wildly. Her eyes were watery but she still begged for more. I loved how she didn’t have a problem with th
Isabella.It’s been a week and I haven’t been able to get over my drunk night with Uncle Ben. Everyday, I text him and call him, hoping for a response but he kept his distance from me. I wasn’t going to give up, though. I’ve had a taste of his dick, and now I want to have all to myself and I will
Isabella.Uncle Ben’s tongue was paradise in my mouth. He moved like I was made for him, like he had wanted this as much as I did. He had one hand on my neck, the other squeezing my ass.My hunger for him grew with each passing second, my numb body woke just for him. I‘d always dreamt about this ni
MayaI trembled from the thousand sensations rushing through me, and the fear of what Rossi might do. I held my breath, twitching and trying my best not to make a sound.Rossi stood up, spanking my ass with the nine tail whip. I groaned in pain and pleasure. He stood in front of me with a wicked s







