Masuk"Collins..." I heard my stepdaughter Elena moan when I stepped into the house. Her voice was a sultry whisper that slithered straight to my throbbing cock.
"That's it, Collins. Fuck me harder..." She moaned again. My name dripped from her lips like honey, a desperate prayer laced with filthy need. My cock surged in my pants. It was rock hard and aching, pre-cum already soaking through the fabric. I couldn't take this sweet agony anymore, not when every night I'd jerked off to visions of her plump lips wrapped around my shaft. Her innocent eyes would water as she gagged on Daddy's thick meat like the eager little slut she was born to be. I stormed to her rooom, my pulse pounded like a war drum, my cock straining painfully against my zipper. I didn't knock, instead I fucking burst through the door. The wood slammed against the wall as raw hunger clawed at my gut. Holy fuck! There she was, my Elena, my forbidden obsession. She was splayed out like a pornstar goddess on her rumpled pink sheets, completely bare and glistening. Her creamy skin flushed pink with arousal. Full, perky tits rose and fell in heaving gasps, nipples stiff as diamonds begging to be sucked raw. Legs shamelessly hooked over the edge of the bed, knees drawn up and spread obscenely wide. Her shaved pussy was on full, dripping display. Her swollen lips parted like an invitation, clit peeking out swollen and throbbing. A fat, buzzing vibrator hummed like a beast as she plunged it in and out with sloppy, desperate thrusts. Her hips rolled up greedily, chasing the friction. Her free hand mauled her own breast, twisting that rosy nipple until she yelped. Juices gushed out around the toy, soaking her thighs and pooling on the sheets like a puddle of sin. Her eyes were squeezed shut, with head thrown back in ecstasy. She had no clue her filthy fantasy had just become reality. Her body arched like it was made to be ruined by me. "Elena," I snarled. My voice was rough and dripping with possession. Her chocolate eyes flew open, locking onto me. Shock melted into pure, animal lust as she drank in the sight of my bulge that was ready to take her. She didn't stop, like I expected. Oh no, my dirty girl bit her lip and shoved that vibrator deeper. She ground it against her G-spot with a guttural moan that made my balls tighten. "Daddy... you caught me," she purred. Her voice was husky and teasing. Her gaze dropped to my crotch like she could taste me already. "Been thinking of you stretching me open, ruining this cherry for good." That snapped the last thread of my restraint. I ripped off my shirt, my muscles flexing, then I yanked down my pants and boxers. My cock sprang free, a heavy, veined monster. The fat head was slick with pre-cum, it slapped against my stomach with a wet smack, pulsing for her. The veins bulged like ropes ready to claim every inch of her innocence. I crawled onto the bed like a predator. My knees sank into the mattress between her quivering thighs. The heat radiating from her core hit me like a drug. She whimpered, but I snatched the vibrator from her clenching pussy with a loud pop. Her walls fluttered emptily. A gush of her creamy arousal spilled out onto my fingers. I tossed the worthless toy aside and crushed my mouth to hers in a bruising kiss. My tongue fucked her wet heat like a preview of what was coming. I tasted her cherry gloss mixed with the salty tang of her need. She moaned into me. Nails raked my back. Legs wrapped around my waist to grind her soaked slit against my shaft. "Daddy's gonna wreck you, baby," I growled against her throat. My teeth sank into her pulse point hard enough to bruise. Then I laved it with my tongue. I dragged my lips down, sucking a nipple into my mouth. Hot, wet suction, teeth grazing the peak as I bit down just enough to make her arch and scream. My fingers plunged into her without mercy. Three thick digits stretched her virgin tightness. I curled them deep to stroke that spongy spot that made her buck like a wild thing. She was a furnace inside. Walls rippled and sucked me in. Her clit was a hard pearl I thumbed roughly, circling until her hips jerked frantically. "So fucking wet for me. This greedy little cunt's been dreaming of Daddy's cock, hasn't it? Milking my fingers like it's starving." "Yes. God, yes, Daddy! Finger-fuck me harder. Make me squirt for you!" Elena begged. Her voice broke into sobs of pleasure. Her body writhed under me like she was on fire. I pumped faster. The sloppy sounds of her arousal filled the room, schlick-schlick, as I scissored her open. I prepped that untouched hole for the pounding it craved. She came undone in seconds. Her pussy convulsed in violent spasms. A hot flood of her juices squirted over my hand and wrist, drenching us both as she wailed my name like a curse. But I wasn't done. Not even close. I reared back, gripping her thighs to spread her impossibly wider. The head of my cock kissed her entrance, smearing through her mess, teasing that fluttering hole. "Beg for it, princess. Tell Daddy how bad you want this fat cock splitting you in two." "Please, Collins. Daddy. Fuck me! Pop my cherry with that huge dick. Breed me, fill me up until I'm leaking your cum!" Her words were a spark to gasoline. I thrust forward in one brutal surge, breaching her in a white-hot rush. Her virgin barrier gave way with a sharp sting she chased with a throaty moan. Her nails drew blood down my arms. Inch after thick inch sank into her molten core. Her walls clamped down like a velvet fist, so tight it bordered on pain. They rippled around me in desperate pulses that milked my length. I bottomed out, balls slapping her ass. Our pelvises were flush as I ground deep. My pubic bone crushed her clit. "Fuuuuck, you're strangling me, baby. So goddamn tight," I groaned. I pulled back slow, letting her feel every ridge and vein dragging against her sensitive walls. Then I slammed home again, harder, deeper. The bedframe rattled like it might splinter. Her tits jiggled with each punishing thrust. I latched onto one, sucking like a man possessed while my hips snapped forward in a relentless rhythm. Skin slapped skin in wet, filthy echoes. I hooked her ankles over my shoulders, folding her in half to hit that cervix-kissing depth. My cockhead battered her G-spot with every plunge. Sweat poured off us. Her pussy creamed around me in frothy rings. The air was thick with the musk of sex, her sweet nectar and my salty pre-cum mixing into a heady cocktail. "Harder, Daddy! Use me. Fuck your little girl's pussy raw!" Elena screamed. Her body was a trembling mess. Heels dug into my back as she met every thrust with desperate rolls of her hips. I obliged, pounding her like a machine. One hand fisted her hair to yank her head back, exposing her throat for my bites. The other dove between us, pinching her clit, rolling it between my fingers until she shattered again. Her orgasm ripped through her like lightning. Her cunt seized my cock in rhythmic squeezes, gushing around me in hot waves that soaked my balls and thighs. The vise-grip of her climax dragged me under. I roared, burying myself to the hilt one last time. I erupted in thick, ropey jets of cum that painted her womb white, flooding her until it leaked out around my shaft in creamy rivulets. We collapsed in a tangle of limbs. My cock still twitched deep inside her pulsing heat, plugging her full as aftershocks made her whimper. I kissed her sweat-damp forehead, nuzzling into her neck. "All mine now, Elena. Daddy's perfect cumslut." She smiled lazily, sated and marked. Her body hummed with the afterglow of her first real fuck. Cherry popped, soul claimed, ready for round two.Control room 🥵💦💦💦Chapter 2: Fucked in the control room 🍆🍆🍑Marcus returned from his walkthrough faster than thirty minutes.The storm had intensified, and the building felt even emptier than before. When he stepped back into the control room, the air shifted immediately. He locked the door behind him, and that was something he rarely did.“Everything clear?” I asked, turning my chair toward him.He nodded, but his eyes were darker than usual. “Building’s almost empty. Just us and the night crew on the lower levels.” He paused, then added quietly, “Elena… we need to talk.”I stood up, my heart beating fast. “Then talk.”He crossed the small space between us in two strides and stopped just in front of me. “I’ve been fighting this for weeks. Coming down here under the excuse of extra oversight. Telling myself it was professional. But it’s not. I look forward to these shifts because of you. Your laugh. The way you focus on the screens like you’re protecting something important.
Control room 🥵💦💦💦Chapter1: Confession 👅💦The security control room for the Meridian Tower was small, windowless, and always a little too cold. I’d been working the overnight monitoring shift there for almost nine months. It wasn’t glamorous, but it paid the bills while I finished my degree online, and I liked the quiet. The twelve screens glowed in front of me, cycling through camera feeds from the lobby, parking garage, elevators, and every floor of the thirty-story luxury office building. Most nights, nothing happened, and that's what made it easier.Currently, I’d gotten used to the routine. Headphones in one ear for music or podcasts, coffee thermos on my left, keyboard under my fingers. I logged entries, did hourly walkthrough confirmations with the roving guards, and tried not to fall asleep during the dead hours between 3 and 6 a.m.Then Captain Marcus Hale started showing up more often.He was the head of security for the whole building. He was an ex-military, thirty-
Hotel shift👅💦Chapter: In his suite 🍆🍆🍑My heart hammered against my ribs as I stepped into the quiet hallway, still flushed from what had happened behind the front desk. I’d closed out the system in record time, left a quick note for the morning shift, and practically rushed up here. My legs still felt shaky from the orgasm he’d given me, but the ache between my thighs had only deepened.I knocked softly on the door of Suite 1427.Alexander opened it almost immediately. He’d removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt further, revealing a glimpse of a toned chest. “Come in,” he said, his voice low. He stepped aside, but as soon as the door clicked shut behind me, he pulled me into his arms again and kissed me.This kiss was different…it was slower, deeper, like he was finally allowing himself to savor it. His hands roamed my back, then lower, gripping my ass and pulling me flush against him. I could feel how hard he still was.“Tell me if you want to stop,” he murmured against
Hotel shift👅💦Chapter 2: Finger fucked on the desk💦💦💦🥵The storm had only grown worse an hour since Alexander had gone upstairs. The rain poured against the tall lobby windows and thunder sounded the city.I was alone behind the grand front desk, with light coming from my computer screen. My heart hadn’t stopped racing since Alexander’s last look in the elevator. That final glance filled with dark lust had left me aching with anticipation.I tried to focus on the audit reports, but my mind kept drifting to the way his fingers had brushed mine earlier. At 3:22 a.m., the elevator dinged softly.Alexander stepped out, still wearing his white dress shirt and tailored trousers, though the top two buttons were now undone. His hair was slightly mussed, as if he’d run his hands through it. He looked restless. He walked straight toward the desk, hands in his pockets. “I can’t sleep,” he said simply, his voice low in the empty lobby. “The storm isn’t helping.”I stood up a little stra
Hotel shift👅💦Chapter 1: Pushing a little 👉👈It was 2:15 a.m., and of course it was very quiet at Beaumont hotel, well apart from the low hum of the HVAC system, and the occasional ping of the elevator.Currently, I've been working the night audit shift for eight months. It was peaceful in a way most people didn’t understand. While the city slept, I balanced the books, prepared reports for morning management, and greeted the occasional late arrival. The best part?Of course it was the solitude around her. Well not until ‘he’ started showing up.Alexander Vale.He first checked in six weeks ago. He was tall, probably early thirties, with dark, perfectly styled hair, sharp cheekbones, and the kind of quiet confidence that came with money and self-control. He always arrived between 1:30 and 3 a.m., with a suitcase in hand, wearing tailored suits that looked slightly rumpled from travel. He never said much, but his presence filled the entire lobby.The first time we spoke, he’d as
Another kind of night shift 👄🍆🍆Chapter 1: The usual customer 👅💦💦It was 2:47 a.m., and the place was almost empty except for the usual customers of the night shift: a tired nurse eating alone in the corner booth, and him.Marcus.He always sat in my section…booth 12, the one by the window. He always had the same black coffee, with a black hoodie, and quiet intensity that made my stomach tighten every time I approached. He’d been coming in three or four times a week for the past two months. He never said much. All he did was just watch me with those dark, steady eyes while I refilled his cup. And made small talk with me.He was the kind that just showed up, ordered the same thing, and waited until my shift ended at 3 a.m before he left. Lately, he’d started walking me to my car. Nothing more.Tonight, the storm outside had kept most customers away. I wiped down the counter for the third time, hyper-aware of his gaze following me.“More coffee?” I asked, stopping beside his boo
Her hips lingered in my head, occupying my mind and flooding my thoughts. I threw my pen onto the ground, unable to concentrate on my work because now my mind was tied to my neighbor. She had a curvy, sexy figure that could make anyone horny from just staring. She was a married woman, older than me
Chapter 2: A taste of temptationWe stood side by side at the kitchen counter working on the dough, and the unspoken tension kept increasing. Every little move I made turned into some kind of forbidden teasing. I had brushed my hip against his thigh when I reached for the flour. I let my arm slide
The exam table's paper crinkled under me as Dr. Marcus Reed's gloved hands slid my sundress higher, exposing my thighs to the air. The clinic was deserted, the lights were dimmed, the door locked with a deliberate click he'd made earlier. At twenty-four, I was his patient, vulnerable on his table;
God, I'd been nursing this massive crush on Professor Harlan for like, two full semesters straight. It was one of those deep, gnawing aches that just twisted me up inside whenever he'd launch into his Victorian lit rants. That voice of his…deep, all commanding and shit. It'd snake around me like so







