LOGINGwen’s POVI’m lying on Dr Kian’s exam table right now with my feet in stirrups, hospital gown bunched at my waist and my legs spread open.My husband; Gerald hasn’t touched me properly since we got married. He fucks me once a month with the lights off, cums in four minutes, rolls over, and blames my body when the pregnancy test comes back negative.So now I’m here, spread open, waiting for my doctor to tell me the truth.Kian walks in and my heart sinks. He’s handsome. With dark hair, and a jaw sharp enough to cut glass, and strong, big forearms.He pulls up his stool between my legs and his eyes drop straight to my pussy.“Gwen,” he says, his tone calm. “Your results are perfect. Hormones. Ovulation. Lining. There’s nothing wrong with you.”I know what’s coming next, because he’s been saying it for months.“The issue is your husband. He needs a semen analysis. Has he agreed?”“He says it’s not his problem.”Something crosses Kian’s face. It’s dark, but ontrolled. He looks like he wa
Rachel's POVHe carries me to the window.His apartment has the same layout as mine, which means his living room window faces the courtyard. It faces the other building, and faces anyone who bothers to look up tonight.My back hits the cold glass.I gasp. The temperature shock makes my nipples tighten, and makes my whole body shiver. He’s still half-hard inside me, still leaking his cum down my thighs, and he uses that wetness to push back in with one smooth roll of his hips.“Turn around,” he says.I don’t argue.He pulls out. I turn, and my palms press flat against the window. My forehead touches the glass, and my breasts press against it too, nipples dragging across the cold surface.I can see our reflections. His body behind mine. His hands on my hips. His cock nudging at my entrance, shiny with both of us.“Look up,” he says.I do.Across the courtyard, a light is on in someone’s apartment. A silhouette moves past a window. I can’t tell if they’re watching. I can’t tell if anyone
Rachel's POVHis hands are on me before I can blink.One palm cups the back of my neck. The other grips my hip hard enough to bruise. He slams me against the wall beside his door and my back hits the cold plaster. He yanks my robe like it’s nothing and I gasp. He swallows the sound with his mouth.His kiss is filthy and aggressive. He bites my lower lip and pulls, then sucks my tongue into his mouth like he’s been starving for it. “You have no idea,” he growls against my lips. “No fucking idea how long I’ve waited for you to come over here.”“Then why didn’t you come get me?” I bite back against his lips, our hot breaths mingling together.His laugh is dark. “Didn’t know if you’d scream or stab me.”“I would’ve done both,” I say teaisngly. “Now fuck me.”He spins me around, and my palms slam against the wall. His body presses against my back, all heat and muscle and the thick line of his cock pushing through his shorts, slotting between my thighs. He grinds against me. The head of
Rachel's POVI’ve suspected my neighbor was a pervert for weeks.His apartment is directly across from mine. Same floor, same layout, with the Ssme fucking windows that stare into my bedroom like eyes I can’t close. And every single night for the past month, he’s been there, standing just behind the glass and watching me.At first I thought I was imagining it. Maybe it was a trick of the streetlights, or my own paranoia chewing on shadows.Then I started testing him.I started with leaving my curtains half-open. Changing with the lights on. Walking around in just a towel after showers, letting it slip lower than it should. And each time, he appeared like clockwork. He’s tall, with an athletic body. He had a sharp jawline and messy dark hair that falls over his forehead. He’s probably my age, mid-twenties. He’s the kind of hot that makes you angry because he has no right looking that good while being such a perverted creep.Tonight I’m done pretending.I leave every single light on
Paloma’s POVVincent pushes into my ass and the world splits in half.Julian is in my pussy from below, his cock thick and twitching, his hands on my waist. Vincent is behind me, sinking in inch by inch.A sound comes out of my mouth that I’ve never heard from myself before. Low and gutted and not entirely human.“She’s so tight from this side,” Vincent says behind me, his voice still steady, still composed, even with his cock buried in my ass. “Feel her breathing.”“She’s shaking,” Julian says from below, his hands sliding up my ribs to cup my tits. “Her whole body is shaking, Dad.”“That means she can feel both of us,” Vincent says. He pushes deeper and a whimper escapes me that I press into Julian’s shoulder.They start moving. When Vincent pushes in, Julian eases back. When Julian drives up, Vincent pulls out. The rhythm is a conversation between father and son that uses my body as the language.Every trade of depth, every alternating stroke, makes me feel things that shouldn’t be
Paloma’s POVVincent puts his hand under my chin and tilts my face up.The intensity in his gaze makes my heart race even faster.“Open,” he commands calmly. I open my mouth like the only purpose I have is to obey them.He guides his cock past my lips, and the thickness stretches my jaw wider than Julian did. He pushes to the back of my throat and holds there while my eyes water and my hands grip his thighs for support.“Watch, Julian,” he says, his hand on the back of my head, his cock filling my throat. “See how she relaxes her jaw? You don’t force it. You let her open for you. She wants to take it. She just needs to be shown how deep.”He pulls back and pushes in again slowly, and I gag less this time. He’s right. My throat is opening for him.The realization that I’m being used as a teaching tool for a father to demonstrate blowjob technique to his son should make me feel something other than wet. But It doesn’t.“Now switch,” Vincent says, pulling out his cock while I desperately
Violet’s POVKai slides into the seat next to me in Chemistry class and tilts his phone toward me under the desk. A video of me with my legs spread on my bed, and a huge pink dildo buried inside my pussy, is playing on the screen.My whole body goes rigid. I grab the phone and slam it face down on
Valerie’s POVJacob lies on his back. I climb on top and sink onto his cock and the thickness of him filling me from below while I'm this swollen and oversensitive makes my eyes water.I roll my hips on him, adjusting, feeling every inch, and his hands grip my waist."You good?" he asks, looking up
Elara’s POVCade's knot releases after what feels like an eternity and everything he put in me gushes out the second he pulls free. His cum is warm, and thick. Running down my thighs and dripping onto the forest floor.He carries me. Through the trees, up a hill, to a log cabin with warm light in t
Ria’s POVThey bend me over the teacher's desk facing the chalkboard. My tits press against the wood and my arms stretch across the surface.I can feel the cum on my stomach smearing onto the desk and onto the papers still scattered under me.Wren picks up a piece of chalk. He draws a line down my







