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Bad Girls' Diaries BOOK 45: I Paid My Cleaner Double Salary to Clean My Pussy
Grace POV.I’m forty-five, and I have no interest in marriage or children. I tried the soft life once. It bored me. What I need is simple and consistent: my sexual needs met by different men, on my terms, with no emotional mess afterward.So I hire male cleaners.The job posting looks normal enough. Good pay. Flexible hours. Private residence. I screen them carefully. Age, build, and what was down there. Once they start, I pay them well above the usual rate, and I watch. I let them work for more than a week while I decide if they’re worth the real offer.Marcus lasted nine days before I made the call.I had already given him the uniform by then. Every man who works in my house changes into it. Black shorts with a neat hole cut right at the front, exactly where a cock sits. The fabric is soft and stretchy. He pulls his dick through the opening so it hangs free the entire time he cleans. No underwear. Bare chest. The rest of the shorts stay on, framing everything.Marcus didn’t ask ques
Bad Girls' Diaries Step uncle offered to give me a massage.
I bit the inside of my cheek and stayed still, breathing through my mouth, hoping the next drag would catch at my hole and push inside. Every time the thick head slid lower, my stomach clenched. Every time it passed over the tight ring of muscle without pressing in, the frustration burned hotter.He kept the rhythm going. Long strokes of his cock up and down the cleft of my ass. His hands stayed on my hips, holding me while he rubbed himself against me.“You’re quiet,” he said after a while. His voice was lower now.“I’m... alright,” I answered. The head of his cock nudged right against my entrance, lingering for a second longer than before, pressing just enough that I felt myself start to open around him. My fingers dug into the cushion.“Do it. Just push." I screamed in my head.He pulled back again and dragged the shaft higher, rubbing over my back before sliding down once more. Still only massaging. Still keeping that last bit of control.I couldn’t take it.I reached back betwe
Bad Girls' Diaries Step uncle offered to give me a massage.
His hands stayed on my breasts longer than he probably meant them to.His palms dragged slowly over them, thumbs brushing my nipples in steady circles that sent sharp little sparks straight down my stomach. I kept my head tilted back against the couch, eyes half-lidded, breathing through my mouth.“Mhmm… yes… just like that…”His fingers flexed against my skin, squeezing a little firmer, then easing up like he was fighting himself with every pull.“Natalia,” he said finally. “This is already more than a massage.”“It still feels like one,” I whispered. “You’re just being thorough.”A short breath left him. “Thorough."“Mm.” I arched into his hands. “My chest was aching and you’re helping.”His thumbs rolled over my nipples again, slower this time. I felt the hesitation in the way his hands moved—like he wanted to pull away and couldn’t quite make himself do it.I reached down, hooked my fingers into the waistband of the tiny bum shorts, and pushed them over my hips. The shorts slid do
Bad Girls' Diaries Step uncle offered to give me a massage
I stood under the spray with both hands flat against the tiles, head bowed, watching the water run down my chest and over my stomach. My shoulders still carried the memory of his hands. Every place he had touched felt warmer than the rest of me, like he had left heat under the skin.I closed my eyes and let the water pour over me.I had gone upstairs telling myself I would take the shower, eat the pizza, and keep things normal. That plan lasted less than a minute. The ache in my body had turned into something else the second he walked away. It sat lower now, heavier, pulsing between my thighs every time I remembered how close his fingers had come to my chest.I turned the water off.I took the towel from the rack. I dried my body, then walked naked into the bedroom. The bottle of massage oil was still in the bottom drawer where I had put it weeks ago, I didn't even know I would need it on a day like this. I grabbed it.I checked my clothes and took my favorite strapless tube top. It
Bad Girls' Diaries BOOK 44: Step uncle offered to give me a massage.
NATALIA.I had just gotten back from classes, and I was so fucking tired.My whole body ached. Shoulders tight, lower back sore, legs heavy. All I wanted was to peel every piece of clothing off and stand under cold water until the heat left my skin.I pushed the door open, walked into the living room, dropped my bag by the couch, and collapsed onto the cushions. My eyes closed the second my head hit the armrest.“Natalia, didn’t know you were back.”His voice came from the stairs. I opened my eyes.My step-uncle was coming down, wearing short, armless top. “Yeah,” I said, voice sounding stressed. “I’m very tired. The classes were endless.”He gave a small nod and walked past me toward the kitchen. I let my head fall back again and closed my eyes. For a few seconds, the quiet felt good.Then a soft tap on my knee made me open them.He was standing over me, holding out a glass of cold water. Condensation ran down the sides. When I took it, his fingers brushed mine.“Here.”“Thank you s
Bad Girls' Diaries Caught!
Mum’s voice dropped into that dangerous quiet tone she only used when she was one second from losing patience. “I’m waiting. And someone better explain why his phone is ringing in your bedroom while he is supposedly missing.” Serena leaned close to Marcus and whispered, “You need to hide in the closet.” He dropped the keys, grabbed his shirt, slipped into the narrow closet, and pulled the door. Serena and I did a frantic last check—no obvious clothes of his left out, the smell of sex still hanging in the air but hopefully not obvious yet. I took the key and opened the door just enough to look out, blocking the view with my body. Mum stood there in her robe, phone in hand, eyes narrowed. “Where is he?” I kept my face as blank as possible. “We really don’t know, Mum. His phone was on the nightstand. He helped us reach a box earlier and must’ve set it down. We were about to bring it to you.” Serena appeared over my shoulder, smiling too brightly. “Yeah. We got distracted talking
Bad Girls' Diaries BOOK 2: CLAIMED BY THE COACH
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Bad Girls' Diaries MY DAD'S BEST FRIEND
I was a nervous wreck waiting for Victor.I had spent the entire day replaying what happened on my couch yesterday— his mouth between my legs, the way he made me come so hard I saw stars, the tender way he held me afterwards. My body ached for more. My heart was already in dangerous territory.At e
Bad Girls' Diaries BOOK 1: MY DAD'S BEST FRIEND
THE WRONG SEND"Lena's pov"I stood in front of my full-length mirror, heart racing with nervous excitement as I took the photos.Completely naked, I squeezed my heavy breasts together, pinching my nipples until they stood hard and aching. I turned slightly, arching my back to capture the curve of
Bad Girls' Diaries ACCIDENTAL DOM
"Clothes off"------ The third night, Lucas didn’t waste any time with pleasantries. The moment he stepped inside, he gave me one of those intense stares and said, “Bedroom. Clothes off. All of them.” I gulped. “Straight to business, huh? No ‘hello, how was your day, chaos gremlin?’” “Clothes.
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