LOGINDavis POV
You need to watch where you fuck around, Nova. This is a damn work area. You want my organization turning into a fucking orgy den or a sex club ? Cameras are everywhere, you slut. I growled at her, my voice thick with frustration and something darker—lust. “Don’t bow your head when I’m talking to you. Look me in the eyes.” “And what’s this shit? You’re a lesbian now?” “No… no, I’m not,” she muttered, her voice shaky, lips trembling. “Then explain why you were grinding that fat-assed bitch in my toilet?” I snapped, stepping closer, my cock straining against my pants. “This is why I kept you away from those slutty friends. All my effort, fucking wasted.” Her eyes widened, panic flashing. “Mom doesn’t need to know, Davis… please don’t tell her,” she pleaded, her voice breaking, so sweet and desperate it made my dick throb harder. “Good. You don’t want that.” I smirked, leaning in, my breath hot on her face. “Now shut the door behind you.” She nodded, turning to leave, but I grabbed her wrist. “I didn’t say you could go. Get your ass in my bedroom and lock that door, Nova.” Her eyes flickered with something—fear, maybe, but also a slutty glint. She wants this. I know she does…She’s my younger sister; I’ve watched her grow into this cock-hungry whore. I know exactly what her dripping cunt needs. She stepped inside, slow, acting all innocent like she didn’t crave my monster cock. “Pick up that bag,” I said, pointing to the duffel by the bed. She grabbed it, her hands trembling. “W-what’s in here?” she whispered. “Open it, you dirty girl,” I muttered, my voice low, my cock aching as I watched her. She unzipped it, her eyes popping. “Lingerie?” she gasped, holding up the black lace. “Yeah, baby. Put it on. Slow dance for your daddy,” I growled, my cock pulsing at the thought of her body in that slutty outfit. She scoffed. “You’re joking, right?” “Nova, get your tight ass on my cock right now, or I’m calling Mom and showing her those clips of you rubbing your wet clit on that hoe,” I snapped. “Okay, fine… fine, I’ll do it,” she whimpered, her voice breaking, but her eyes betrayed her—hungry, needy. She started to step away, but I stopped her. “Oh, you’re not going anywhere, you little slut. Change right here, where I can watch every fucking inch of you.” She bit her lip, nodding. “Okay, Davis… you asked for it.” Her hands shook as she peeled off her shirt, revealing her perky C-cup tits, those dark nipples already hard as fuck, begging to be sucked. My cock throbbed, precum leaking as she slid out of her pants, her round, fat ass jiggling like a perfect fucktoy. No panties—her shaved pussy glistened, wet and ready, her slutty act crumbling. She slipped into the lace lingerie, the fabric hugging her curves, her nipples poking through. “Fuck, Nova,” I groaned, palming my bulge. “You’re such a cock-teasing whore.” She smirked, swaying her hips, her body moving like a stripper. “Like this, brother?” she whispered. “Closer, bitch. Come sit on my lap. Lap dance, now,” I growled, leaning back on the bed, my cock screaming to be freed. “I’ve been dreaming of this, you slutty sister.” She straddled me, her hips rolling slow, her fat ass grinding against my throbbing dick. “Fuck, Davis, you’re so hard,” she moaned, her tits bouncing in my face, her pussy soaking through the lace. She grabbed her perky boobs, slapping my face with them, her hard nipples smacking my cheeks. She buried my head in her soft, sweaty boobs, smothering me as I groaned, “Fuck, Nova, your tits are killing me”. You like it. She whispered. “Fuck, baby, I’m hard for your tight cunt,” I groaned, grabbing her hips, her wet pussy soaking my pants. “Pull off those panties. I want your dripping pussy on my cock.” “Your wish, daddy,” Nova purred, sliding the lace down, her shaved pussy glistening, ready to fuck. “Bad girl,” I moaned, as she turned, her fat ass jiggling. I slapped it—smack!—leaving a red mark. “Grind that wet cunt on me, slut.” She sat on my cock, her slick folds teasing my shaft, rubbing her clit against me, no penetration. She moaned soft, and I growled, “Fuck, Nova, you’re soaking my dick.” I grabbed her tits, squeezing her hard nipples, our moans mixing as she ground harder. She shoved me back on the bed, climbing on top, eyes wild. “Yo yo What’s going on?” I gasped, my cock twitching as she pressed a finger to my lips. “Playtime’s over, big boy. Time for the real fuck,” she hissed, voice pure lust. “Fuck, Nova,” I groaned. “ Everyone needs a slutty sister like you.” She unbuttoned my shirt slowly, nails scratching my chest, burning so good. Her tongue flicked my nipples, making me moan like a bitch. “You’re a dirty whore,” I growled, my cock throbbing as her lips moved lower. She kissed my abs, gripping my cock through my pants. “So hard for me,” she muttered, kissing my bulge. She yanked my pants down, my nine-inch cock springing free, dripping precum. “Mmm, brother’s fat cock,” she purred, kissing the tip, tongue swirling. I groaned, hips bucking as she sucked deep, gagging, spit dripping down my balls. “Suck that dick, Nova,” I moaned, but she slapped my hand away. “I’m in control, you horny fuck,” she hissed, shoving her tits in my face. I bit her nipple, sucking hard, her moan loud. “Yes, Davis, suck my slutty tits.” My fingers rubbed her clit, her pussy juice coating my hand. She pushed my head down. “Eat my cunt, brother.” I ripped her lingerie aside, the elastic snapping her pussy. “Fuck, yes!” she moaned. I spat on her wet slit, my tongue licking her clit, sucking her lips. “Lick my hole, you bastard!” she screamed, grinding on my face, her juices flooding my mouth. I tongue-fucked her, shoving three fingers in her cunt, pumping fast. “Cum, you slut,” I growled, spanking her pussy. “Where are you going?” she gasped as I pulled back, her voice needy. I grabbed my torture kit—vibrators, dildos, cuffs, restraints. “What’s this for?” she asked, voice dripping lust. “You’ll see, whore,” I said, spanking her tits. I tied her wrists to the bedposts, legs spread, pussy dripping. “Fuck me, Davis,” she begged, but I smirked. “Not yet, slut.” I shoved a vibrating dildo in her cunt, buzzing high. “Take this, you cock-hungry bitch.” “It’s stretching me!” I added another, double-stuffing her. “Two cocks in your greedy cunt,” I growled, her pussy squirting, soaking the bed. “Too much!” she cried, but she loved it. I shoved a gag ball in her mouth, her muffled moans making my cock throb. I slapped her tits—smack, smack!—watching them jiggle red. “Cum, you filthy bitch,” I groaned, my dick pulsing as she shook, squirting hard, juices hitting my face. I drank her sweet squirt, moaning, “Fuck, your cunt tastes good.” I teased her pussy with slow finger strokes, making her whimper. “Want my cock, slut?” I growled, yanking the dildos out, her pussy gaping. I slammed my cock into her tied-up cunt, thrusting deep. “Take every inch, you incest whore,” I snarled, slapping her face as she screamed through the gag. I pulled it out, and she gasped, “Fuck my pussy raw, brother!” I untied her legs, flipping her for reverse cowgirl. She sank down slowly, her tight pussy swallowing my cock, juices dripping on my balls. “Your cunt’s so wet,” I moaned, spanking her ass—crack!—leaving red marks. “Ride my dick, whore! Milk my cum!” I growled, my cock throbbing. She ground slowly, her pussy squeezing me. “Like this, brother?” she purred, eyes lustful. “Fuck, you’re my slut,” I moaned, guiding her hips. “Deeper, Davis! Wreck my cunt!” she screamed. I thrust up, our bodies slapping, sweat and juices mixing. I flipped her for backshots, her ass up, pussy wet. I rubbed my cock on her clit, making her beg. “Please, fuck me!” she gasped. I rammed into her, balls slapping her clit, thrusting slowly. “Arch that back, slut,” I growled, yanking her hair. “Who’s your daddy?” “You! Fuck me harder!” she cried, her pussy squeezing me. I slid a butt plug in her tight ass, spitting on it first. “Double-penetrated like a p**n whore,” I moaned, pounding her pussy, her body shaking, squirting hard. “I’m cumming, you bastard!” she screamed, her cunt milking me as I groaned, “You’re my slutty dream.” I flipped her missionary, tying her wrists again, shoving three dildos in with my cock, stretching her pussy. “Four cocks in your slutty hole,” I growled, slapping her tits, pinching her nipples. “Cum, you bitch,” I moaned, thrusting slowly, her pussy clenching tight. Her orgasm hit, her cunt squeezing my cock, squirting nonstop. “You’re wrecking me!” she screamed, juices soaking my balls. I sucked her nipples, moaning, “Your cunt’s so tight,” my cock throbbing. I exploded, pumping hot cum deep in her cunt, dripping out. “Take my load, you incest whore!” I groaned, collapsing, cock twitching. She panted, untied, body slick with sweat and cum. “You came in me? I’m your sister—what if I get pregnant?”My phone lit up at exactly 12:03 a.m., dragging me out of that hazy space between sleep and awake. I squinted at the screen, heart stuttering when I saw the name: Jacob.Mona’s boyfriend. My best friend’s boyfriend.I should have ignored it. Instead, I opened the message.Jacob: Can’t stop thinking about you tonight, Soma.My stomach flipped. Another text came before I could process the first.Jacob: You’re so fucking sexy. Always have been. That little black dress you wore last week? Killed me.Heat rushed through me, traitorous and instant. I typed back with shaking fingers.Me: You’re with Mona. This isn’t okay.He sent a voice note. God, I knew I shouldn’t play it, but I did, volume low, pressed to my ear.His voice was rough, intimate, like he was whispering right against my skin. “Soma… you’re gorgeous. Those curves, that laugh, the way you bite your lip when you’re nervous… I’ve wanted you for so long. Mona’s sweet, but she’s lazy, boring in bed, everywhere. You’re different. Y
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I froze for a split second, my heart slamming against my ribs like a drum in a highlife band. Mr. Yinka’s words hung in the air—“I do not want your money, Amaka. I want you.” His eyes, those sharp, assessing eyes behind his glasses, weren’t on my face anymore. They roamed down, lingering on the swell of my breasts straining against my blouse, the curve of my hips in my tight skirt, the way my thighs pressed together as I shifted in the chair. Heat flushed my skin, but it wasn’t just embarrassment. There was a thrill there, dark and forbidden, ing low in my belly.He leaned forward slightly, elbows on his desk, a slow smile curling his lips. “Stand up,” he said, voice low and commanding. “Give me a 360.”I blinked, processing. A full turn? To show off my body like some mannequin? Part of me wanted to slap him, storm out, report him to the dean. But the other part—the baddie in me, the one who’d hooked up with half the boys in my department just for the fun of it—knew this was my ticket
The sun hung low over the bustling campus of the University of Lagos, casting long shadows across the cracked pavements where students hurried between lectures. It was the kind of afternoon that promised rain—thick clouds gathering like unspoken worries. For Amaka, a 22-year-old final-year student in Business Administration, those worries had just become a storm.She clutched her result slip in her trembling hands, the paper crinkling under her fingers as she stared at the failing grades glaring back at her. Marketing: D. Accounting: F. Business Law: E. How? She had studied hard, pulled all-nighters in the library, sacrificed weekends with friends. But the numbers did not lie. No signing out ceremony for her. No cap and gown, no tossing her mortarboard into the air with the rest of her class. Instead, an extra year—maybe more—if she did not fix this.Tears blurred her vision as she sat on a bench near the faculty building, the chatter of excited final-year students around her feeling
I sink into the bed, the room dim except for the soft glow of my laptop screen. The house is quiet—finally mine for the night. I prop the pillows behind my back, spread my legs a little wider, and hit play on the video I’ve been saving all week. Two guys, both built like gods, kissing slowly and deep on a sunlit balcony. Their hands roam, shirts coming off, skin golden and smooth. My breath catches immediately. God, they’re beautiful.I’m already half-hard just from anticipation. I slide my boxers down, kicking them off, letting my cock spring free against my stomach. It twitches, eager, the head already glistening with a bead of precum. I reach for the lube on the nightstand—a warming kind, the one that feels like real heat—and drizzle a generous amount into my palm. The cool bottle makes me shiver, but the lube warms fast between my fingers.On screen, one guy drops to his knees, taking the other slow and deep into his mouth. The moan that comes from the speaker is low, raw, perfect
I never meant to become obsessed with the woman on the other side of the thin wall that separated our apartments.Her name was Misha. I learned it the first week she moved in—heard it shouted through the plaster when her friends helped her carry boxes. She had a low, smoky laugh that carried, the kind that made my skin prickle even when I was trying to concentrate on work. Then came the sounds.At first it was just music—darkwave, synth-heavy, vibrating through the shared wall at midnight. Then the occasional sharp crack of leather against skin. A woman’s gasp. A murmured command. Always female voices. Always late.I told myself I was imagining things. I was twenty-eight, single, overworked, and clearly projecting. But one night the moans turned into something unmistakable: a long, broken whimper followed by a firm “Good girl,” and then silence. My hand was already between my legs before I could talk myself out of it.After that, I started noticing her in the hallway.Misha was tall,







