LOGINTRIXIE
I took the elevator up, heart racing, practicing what I’d say to seduce him. The assistant met me briefly and pointed to his office door. “Just go right in.” I opened the door quietly, a seductive smile on my lips. The sight before me destroyed everything. Marcus had a young, tight-bodied woman probably an intern in her mid-twenties, bent over his massive oak desk. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist, panties dangling from one ankle. He was pounding into her relentlessly, his hips slapping loudly against her firm ass, grunting with raw pleasure I hadn’t heard in years. “Fuck, your pussy is so goddamn tight and perfect,” he groaned, slapping her ass hard enough to leave marks. “Nothing like my wife’s loose, ruined cunt after popping out kids.” The girl moaned like a pornstar, pushing back against him. “Yes, sir! Fuck me harder! Use my tight little hole!” I dropped the garment bag with a thud. Marcus glanced over, saw me standing there frozen, and didn’t even slow his brutal rhythm. A cruel, satisfied smirk spread across his face. “Well, well. Look who decided to show up. Come in, Trixie. Close the door and sit down. Watch what a real tight pussy feels like. This is what you used to be before you got stretched out and boring.” Tears burned down my cheeks as I collapsed into the visitor chair, unable to look away. I watched every thrust, every slap, every moan as he destroyed her perfect young body with the same rough, passionate fucking I had begged for months. She came loudly, squirting all over his desk, her juices dripping onto the floor. Marcus finally pulled out and shot thick ropes of cum across her back, marking her as his. He looked straight at me with zero remorse. “Leave the clothes there. Now get the fuck out of my office, you pathetic slut.” I ran from the building, sobbing uncontrollably the entire drive home. The image of his cock slamming into her tight pussy replayed endlessly in my mind, mixing with his degrading words. I cried on the bathroom floor for hours, mascara running, then in a fit of rage and hurt, I stripped and fucked myself viciously with my biggest dildo on the bed, pounding my “loose” pussy until I squirted everywhere. My phone buzzed with an unknown number. Unknown: If you want real revenge on that cheating piece of shit husband, come to Eclipse Massage Parlour tonight at 9pm sharp. Don’t tell anyone yet. You won’t regret it. My hands shook. Who was this? How did they know? I called my best friend Sophia in tears and spilled everything. The constant rejection, the humiliation, catching him fucking the intern. She arrived within thirty minutes, hugged me tightly, and listened without judgment. “That motherfucker doesn’t deserve you. We’re going to this place together. Fuck him.” ~~~~~~~~~~~ That night, I sent the kids to my parents with a quick excuse. At 8:45pm, Sophia and I drove to the discreet, upscale Eclipse Massage Parlor in the city centre. The atmosphere inside was luxurious and sinful dim lighting, rich scents of oil and incense. We were led to a private room where a tall, dangerously handsome man in an expensive tailored suit waited. He looked powerful, maybe thirty, with sharp jawline, intense eyes, and an aura of dominance. “I’m Damien Voss — your husband Marcus’s boss,” he said smoothly, voice low and commanding. “I’ve been watching him for months. He’s a pathetic liability who doesn’t appreciate what he has. I sent the text. And now I want to fuck you, Trixie. Raw. Deep. Filthy. I want to ruin that neglected pussy for him forever.” Sophia stayed quiet in the corner, eyes wide but supportive. My body screamed yes. My pussy clenched at his words but my mind hesitated after the fresh betrayal. “I… I can’t do this,” I whispered, voice breaking. I turned and left the room, heart pounding. Halfway to the car, the memory of Marcus bending that tight slut over his desk flashed violently. His cruel laugh echoed: loose cunt. “Fuck it,” I growled under my breath. “He doesn’t get to break me.” I marched back inside. Damien’s smile was pure predator. “Smart girl. Get on the table.”LINAJake positioned himself between my widely spread thighs first. He rubbed his thick cockhead up and down my slick, dripping folds, deliberately teasing my swollen clit until I was whimpering with need. “You ready to get fucked senseless by all your best friends at once, Lina?”“Yes,” I moaned desperately, my voice breaking. “Please fuck me hard. All of you. Use me.”He slammed into my tight pussy in one powerful, deep thrust. I screamed in pure ecstasy as he stretched me wide open. Jake fucked me with raw intensity, pounding my cunt with wet, obscene slapping sounds while the other four watched and stroked their cocks, waiting their turn.“Fuck, she feels incredible,” he grunted, gripping my hips tightly. “But we’re all going to stretch this pussy out tonight.”He drove into me relentlessly for several minutes before pulling out. Ryan immediately took his place, even thicker and more aggressive. He fucked me like a wild animal, slamming deep while calling me their shared whore. I
LINAThe questions quickly turned sharper and more dangerous. The laughter carried a rough, sexual undertone that made my skin prickle with anticipation. Tyler fixed his dark eyes on me. “Never have I ever fingered myself while thinking about a friend.”I paused for a second, heart racing, then took a drink. The guys exploded in cheers and demands for details.“Come on, Lina, tell us who,” Marcus pressed, scooting closer on the couch so his muscular thigh pressed against mine.My face burned hot. “Maybe… all of you at different times,” I admitted quietly, my voice barely above a whisper.That single confession shifted the entire energy in the room. Their cocks visibly hardened further in their boxers, thick outlines becoming impossible to ignore. The tension became almost suffocating in the most delicious way.Dylan grinned like a predator. “Never have I ever watched porn with friends and jerked off together.” All the guys drank immediately. I didn’t, but the mental image made my clit
LINAI have always preferred the company of men over women. Female friendships often felt exhausting with their constant emotional layers, subtle competitions, and endless gossip. My five closest friends Jake, Ryan, Tyler, Marcus, and Dylan were refreshingly direct, humorous, and loyal. They treated me like one of the guys without making me feel out of place. That comfortable dynamic is exactly why I eagerly agreed when they invited me to a full weekend sleepover at Jake’s spacious family house while his parents were away on a business trip.I arrived wearing a simple but revealing outfit: a tight white tank top with no bra underneath so my full breasts moved freely with every step, and tiny black cotton shorts that hugged my ass and rode up whenever I sat down. The moment I walked through the door the guys’ eyes locked onto me. I could feel their gazes tracing my hard nipples poking against the thin fabric and the curve of my hips. It sent a little thrill through me, but I played it
Dean Blackwood fucked her relentlessly, pulling her hair so her back arched. “Tell me how it feels, slut.”“It’s so deep… your cock is stretching my pussy so much,” Mia moaned, her voice getting filthier under his guidance. “I’ve never felt this full before!”He spanked her again and again while thrusting. “You’re going to cum for me today. Beg for it.”“Please make me cum, sir! I’ve never cum before — please ruin me with your big cock!” she begged, completely broken.He pounded her harder, the desk shaking. One hand mauled her bouncing tits, pinching her nipples through her shirt. The other rubbed her clit furiously.Mia’s body started convulsing. “I’m… I’m gonna— oh god!”“Cum, you dirty little cheater!”She exploded. Her first real orgasm crashed through her — pussy spasming violently around his thick cock, juices squirting down her thighs. She screamed, no longer caring who might hear.But he didn’t stop. He kept fucking her through it, chasing his own pleasure.“On your knees,”
MIAMia stood outside Dean Marcus Blackwood’s office, her knees shaking. At 19, she was a terrible student — always had been. She’d cheated on the final math exam out of pure desperation. Somehow, the strict 45-year-old dean had caught her on camera. The video was crystal clear.She knocked softly. “Come in.”Dean Blackwood sat behind his large oak desk, looking powerful in his tailored shirt. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with salt-and-pepper hair and a commanding presence that made students nervous.“Sit down, Mia.”She sat, clutching her skirt. “Dean… please. I’m so sorry. I’ll do extra credit, anything. Just don’t expel me. My parents will kill me.”He leaned back, smirking coldly. He turned his monitor toward her and pressed play. There she was, clearly copying answers. “This is enough to ruin your future. Unless…”“Unless?” she whispered, innocent eyes wide.“Unless you convince me to delete it.” His gaze dropped to her full chest and smooth thighs. “Lock the door.”Mia’s heart
TONYI chuckled darkly against her pussy, the vibration making her jerk. “Aggressive? Like how I’m aggressively eating this sloppy cunt while you lie to them all?” I whispered between long, filthy licks. “Your juices are running down my chin, boss. You’re such a filthy, disobedient whore. Getting tongue-fucked by your subordinate during your precious board meeting.”I added a third finger, stretching her tight hole while I alternated between sucking her clit and lapping up every drop leaking out of her. Her walls were fluttering wildly now. She was close.Victoria’s hand suddenly dropped under the table. For a second I thought she’d push me away. Instead, she grabbed the back of my head and pressed my face harder into her dripping pussy, grinding against my tongue desperately while keeping her upper body perfectly composed.That silent surrender made my cock throb painfully. I went feral—sucking, licking, finger-fucking her faster, curling hard against that spot inside her that made







