~Driver’s POVThe rain had just started when she slid into the backseat of my cab.I glanced in the rearview mirror. She wasn’t drunk the way some girls got after midnight, sloppy, stumbling, half asleep. No, she was sharp, eyes glittering with mischief under the dim streetlights, lips glossed, red dress riding high on her thighs. She looked like trouble the moment she shut the door.“127th and Willow,” she said, voice smooth, deliberate.I nodded, pulling the cab into gear. The wipers squeaked across the windshield, and for a few minutes it was just the hum of the engine and her perfume filling up the car. When I checked the mirror again, she was watching me. Not casually. Not bored. Her gaze was locked on me like she wanted me to know.“You always work this late?” she asked, leaning forward a little.“Pays better,” I said, eyes on the road.“Mm.” She dragged her tongue slowly across her bottom lip, then let out a soft laugh. “I guess you see all kinds of people back here.”“You co
~DamienThe bar was almost dead.The clock above the wall hummed toward closing time, neon lights flickering, the smell of stale beer and cheap perfume lingering in the air. I was behind the counter, wiping down shot glasses more out of habit than needed, waiting for the last stragglers to stumble out so I could lock up.That’s when she came back.She’d already been here an hour ago, loud, tipsy, dressed like trouble in a skimpy skirt and a thin tank top that left nothing to the imagination. Every guy who’d been here earlier had their eyes on her tits, her legs, her ass when she bent on the stool. Now she was swaying slightly on her heels, eyes half lidded, a smile plastered on her face as she leaned over the bar.“One more tequila,” she slurred, tapping the counter with her nails. “Come on, just one.”I leaned my weight on the bar, giving her a slow look from head to toe. Her mascara was smudged, lips glistening like she’d been biting them too much. Her skirt barely covered her th
“Come here, little girl, call me daddy,” he growled, patting his thigh. His voice was gravel, deep and commanding, making my body obey before my mind could catch up.I climbed into his lap, straddling him, my skirt riding up. His hands went straight to my ass, squeezing hard, pulling me against his bulge.“Mmm, Daddy,” I whispered in his ear, breath shaky. “Your cock’s already hard for me.”He smirked, teeth grazing my neck before he sucked down hard enough to bruise. “You feel that? That’s for you, baby. You’re dripping, aren’t you?”My hips rolled against him without permission. “Yes… fuck, I’m soaking.”He shoved my top down, baring my tits, and latched his mouth onto my nipple like he was starving. The suction made me gasp, my pussy clenching. He bit down lightly, then harder, until pain mixed with pleasure.“Daddy… oh god.”“You like me biting your tits, little girl?” he taunted, switching to the other breast, sucking like he meant to drain me.“Yes, fuck yes!”One of his hands l
~MiaI turned off the engine of the scooter and the quiet night instantly pressed in around me.The bright headlamp flickered against the numbers painted on the curb; 1279 Willowbrook Lane. The place was quiet, tucked back from the road with a single porch light glowing like it was waiting for me.Pulling off my helmet, I shook my hair loose, letting it tumble down my shoulders, sticky from the ride. The pizza box was warm against my hip as I slid off the scooter and made my way up the steps.I don't usually work in nights, but I have to pay a bill tomorrow and I dk t have the full amount yet. Working extra hours more was the only choice I have.I knocked once. Then twice.No answer.I bit my lip and shifted the box in my hands, glancing around. The neighborhood was dead quiet, no voices, no dogs barking, just the hum of crickets. I leaned closer to the door, debating if I should knock harder when my reflection caught in the glass panel, twenty-one year old, flushed from the ride, sk
He lined up, his cock sliding through my wet pussy, the swollen head catching on my entrance.I was already trembling, my body begging, my pussy so wet that his tip kept slipping, smearing precum and juices together.Then he pushed.My mouth fell open, a sharp cry tearing out as the thick head forced me open. “Ahhh fuck!” I grabbed at his arms, nails digging in as inch by inch he sank deeper, stretching me until I thought I’d split.“oh geez this is….” he groaned, eyes squeezed shut, jaw tight. “You’re so fucking tight.”“Keep going,” I gasped, rolling my hips to pull him in further. “All the way, boy. Don’t you dare stop.”With a guttural sound, he slammed his hips forward, burying himself to the base. My pussy swallowed him whole, clenching and pulsing around his cock. The stretch was intense, almost unbearable, but so perfectly filling I could barely breathe.“Fuck!” I cried out, head falling back against the couch. “Ohhh, yes yes!”He didn’t give me time to adjust. Young, wild, an
His eyes lingered far too long on my breasts, then darted away as if he could erase the thought from his head. But I saw it. I always saw it.“You’re still standing here,” I whispered, stepping so close my nipples brushed his shirt, damp heat searing through the fabric. “If you really didn’t want this, you’d be gone already.”“I… I really can’t,” he breathed, though his voice lacked any conviction. His cock pulsed against the front of his pants, stiff and begging.“Yes, you can.” My hand slipped down, bold and deliberate, cupping the heavy bulge through his trousers. He jolted, a strangled gasp tearing from his throat, his body betraying him completely.“No. Selena…” His attempt at protest dissolved into a groan as I gave a slow squeeze. The boy’s knees bent slightly, as though his legs were losing the will to hold him.I leaned up, lips grazing his ear. “Do you feel that? Your cock knows the truth even if your mouth doesn’t. You want this. You want me.”He shook his head, but weakly