LOGINAVA It was Friday night when Nate decided to use me properly. I had spent the entire day naked under one of his shirts, like he preferred. Every time I passed him in the apartment he would reach under the shirt, slide two fingers through my pussy, and check how wet I was. By evening I was aching and dripping down my thighs, so desperate I could barely think. He was sitting on the couch watching something on his phone when he finally spoke without looking up. “Come here. On your knees.” I went. The second I was on the floor between his legs he pulled his cock out. It was already hard, thick, the head shiny. He rested a hand on the back of my head. “Open.” I opened my mouth and he pushed inside. The taste of him hit my tongue immediately — clean skin and salt. He didn’t let me ease into it. He held my head still and started fucking my throat in slow, deep strokes, watching my eyes water as I tried to take him. Wet, gagging sounds filled the living room every time he pushed
AVA By the fourth day under Nate’s rules, my body had already started to change for him. I woke up wet. I walked around the apartment naked without thinking. The moment I heard his footsteps my pussy clenched like it was trained. He used me in the morning before work, sometimes again when he came home, and once in the middle of the night when he simply walked into my room, pulled the sheet off me, and pushed inside my half-asleep body until I was moaning into the pillow. I never said no. I wasn’t allowed to. That evening I was in the kitchen making something to eat, still naked except for one of his oversized shirts that barely covered my ass, when Nate came up behind me. He didn’t say anything at first. He just pressed against my back, reached around, and slid his hand between my legs. Two fingers pushed straight into my already-slick pussy. I gasped and gripped the counter. “You’re always ready,” he murmured against my neck, fingering me slowly. “Such a good little roo
AVA I woke up to the feeling of the mattress shifting again. For a second I forgot where I was and who I belonged to now. Then the ache between my legs reminded me — the dull, used soreness from last night, the dried stickiness on my thighs where his cum had leaked out while I slept. My door was still wide open. Morning light was already filtering through the curtains. Nate was standing beside the bed, already naked. I blinked up at him, still half-asleep, and my eyes dropped automatically. His cock was hard, thick, hanging heavy between his legs. He stroked it once while looking down at my naked body under the sheet. “Morning,” he said, voice rough with sleep. “Legs open.” I obeyed without thinking, pushing the sheet away and spreading my thighs for him. Cool air touched my pussy. I was already wet again — my body had learned fast. Nate’s eyes darkened with approval. He climbed onto the bed between my legs and rubbed the head of his cock up and down through my folds, coating h
AVA I tried to sleep. I really did. But every time I closed my eyes I felt Nate’s fingers inside me again, heard his voice saying *this pussy belongs to me*, and my body refused to calm down. I was still naked under the thin sheet, door unlocked like he ordered, thighs sticky from how wet he had left me. The apartment was quiet except for the occasional sound of him moving around in the living room. I must have drifted off eventually, because the next thing I felt was the mattress dipping beside me. My eyes flew open. Nate was sitting on the edge of my bed in just a pair of black sweatpants, bare-chested, watching me. The only light came from the hallway. His eyes looked almost black in the dimness. “You’re still awake,” he said quietly. “I… I couldn’t sleep.” He reached out and slowly pulled the sheet down my body, exposing me completely. Cool air touched my skin. My nipples tightened instantly under his gaze. He didn’t touch me right away. He just looked — at my tits, at my
AVA I had been living with Nate for only eleven days when he changed the rules. At first he seemed normal. Tall, quiet, a little intense, with dark eyes that lingered a second too long when I walked around the apartment in shorts. We split the rent, shared the kitchen, and mostly stayed out of each other’s way. I thought I had gotten lucky with a decent roommate. I was wrong. It started on a Thursday night. I came home from work tired, dropped my bag by the door, and found him leaning against the kitchen counter with a beer in his hand. He watched me kick off my shoes without saying anything for a few seconds. “We need to talk about the house rules,” he said. I raised an eyebrow, opening the fridge. “We already have rules. Split the groceries, clean up after yourself, don’t be loud after eleven.” Nate took a slow sip of his beer, eyes never leaving me. “Those are the basic ones. I’m talking about the real ones.” Something in his voice made the back of my neck prickle.
BEA The final appointment was scheduled for a full morning. I arrived earlier than necessary and sat in the waiting room with my hands clasped tightly in my lap. My body already felt restless. The memory of the previous sessions lived under my skin — the stretch of instruments, the clinical voices describing how wet I was, the way Dr. Grant had come inside me while Elena held me open. I had barely slept the night before. Every time I closed my eyes I felt the stirrups and the gloves and the bright lights. Elena appeared at the doorway right on time. “Bea. We’re ready for the final assessment. Follow me.” The hallway felt familiar now. When she opened the examination room door, the table was already prepared. Stirrups adjusted. Instruments laid out on two trays. A thicker internal wand, several smaller vibrators, lubricant, fresh gloves, and a few items I didn’t recognize. Dr. Grant stood reviewing notes on his tablet. He looked up and gave me the same calm, assessing smile. “Bea
JamieMy knees ached against the hard rooftop floor as I knelt in front of Lena, staring at her thick, glistening strap-on cock covered in my own creamy cum.“Clean it,” she ordered, voice low and commanding. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and slapped the wet cock against my cheek. “Taste how slu
JamieMy back hit the rough wall behind the tall plants as Lena pinned me there. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.“You’re fucking soaked already, aren’t you?” Lena whispered against my ear, her fingers finally slipping under the hem of my short black dress. When her finge
JamieJamie’s palms were already sweaty as she stepped onto the crowded rooftop.The party was loud — bass-heavy music vibrating through the wooden deck, fairy lights twinkling against the London night sky, and the distant hum of the city below. She had let her best friend Maya drag her here, promi
Jamie Lena helped me to my feet, my legs still shaking like a newborn deer. My pussy was throbbing, swollen and leaking down my thighs. I could barely stand after the way she’d just destroyed me.“Get dressed,” she said with a smirk, tossing my crumpled dress at me. “We’re going back to my flat. I







