LOGINI never thought I’d be the kind of woman who would do this. Yet here I was, sitting in the dim, pulsing lights of an upscale private VIP room at the club, my heart racing as I watched Jade move. Marcus had surprised me for our anniversary with a night out at one of the city’s most exclusive gentlemen’s clubs. What started as playful teasing of him buying me lap dances and whispering filthy ideas in my ear, had escalated quickly. Jade was the one who caught both our eyes. Tall, with long raven hair, smooth caramel skin, and a body that looked sculpted for sin. Her green eyes held a knowing sparkle every time she glanced between Marcus and me. After her second private dance for us, she leaned in close, her full breasts brushing my arm. “You two look like you’re ready for more than just watching,” she purred, her voice husky. “I finish my shift in thirty. If you want to take this somewhere private… I’m very good at making fantasies come true.” Marcus looked at me, his dark eyes burni
The final night of our stolen weekend arrived too quickly. Mom’s flight was due back the next afternoon, which meant this was our last chance to be loud, reckless, and completely uninhibited. Richard seemed determined to make it count. After dinner, which we barely ate because his hands kept wandering under the table, he carried me upstairs to the master bathroom again. But this time he didn’t head for the shower. He bent me over the large marble vanity, my breasts pressed against the cold surface, and dropped to his knees behind me. “Arch your back,” he ordered. I obeyed instantly, pushing my ass out. He spread my cheeks and buried his face between them, licking from my dripping pussy all the way up to my tight little hole. His tongue pushed inside my ass while two thick fingers plunged into my pussy, curling hard. I moaned loudly, the sound echoing off the tiles as he ate my ass like a man starved. “Daddy—fuck, that feels so good,” I whimpered, pushing back against his face. He
I woke up in Richard’s bed the next morning to the feeling of his mouth between my legs. My eyes fluttered open with a gasp. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, and there he was, my extremely hot thirty-two-year-old stepfather, naked and kneeling between my spread thighs, devouring my pussy like it was his breakfast. His dark hair was tousled from sleep, strong hands holding my hips down as his tongue licked long, slow stripes from my entrance to my clit. “Richard—fuck—” I moaned, my voice hoarse from m screams. He looked up at me, his eyes gleaming with wicked hunger, his chin already shiny with my juices. “Morning, baby girl. Your pussy was so wet and full of my cum I couldn’t resist.” He pushed two fingers inside me, curling them perfectly while sucking hard on my clit. I came within seconds, back arching off the mattress, thighs clamping around his head as I cried out his name. He didn’t stop, he kept licking me through every shudder until I was trembling and oversensitive
I lay there beneath Richard, his muscular body heavy and warm against my back, his thick cock still buried deep inside my cum-filled pussy. Every shallow breath made me clench around him, drawing out little aftershocks that left me whimpering softly into the sheets. His cum was already starting to leak out around where we were joined, slick and warm down my thighs. He pressed a surprisingly soft kiss to the back of my neck, then nipped the same spot with his teeth. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this, Sara,” he murmured, voice rough. “Hearing you moan ‘Daddy’ while you fucked yourself… it snapped something in me.” He pulled out slowly, and I moaned at the empty feeling. A thick trickle of his cum dripped from my swollen pussy onto the bed. Richard flipped me onto my back and stared down at the mess he’d made of me, his gray eyes dark with renewed hunger. His cock, still mostly hard and glistening with our combined juices, twitched against his abs. “Stay right there,” he or
“I… I can explain—” I stammered, my voice cracking. My fingers were still buried deep inside my dripping pussy, my thighs trembling from the intense orgasm I’d just had moaning his name. “Don’t. You. Dare. Stop.” He repeated. He took another step into my bedroom and kicked the door shut behind him with a soft click. “Finish what you started, Sara. I want to watch.” Shame flooded my cheeks, but my body responded instantly. My pussy clenched hard around my fingers at the authority in his tone. Slowly, I began moving again, sliding my fingers in and out of my soaked folds while he watched. The wet, filthy sounds filled the room, even louder now that the only other noise was his heavy breathing and the faint sound from the video of his gym grunt still playing on my phone. Richard’s jaw flexed. He reached over and picked up my phone, turning the volume up so his own deep grunts and heavy breaths played clearly. Then he set it on the nightstand and crossed his arms, the muscles in his bi
I shouldn’t have been doing this. Not in the middle of the day with the house supposedly empty. But the ache between my thighs had become unbearable the second I opened Instagram and saw the new story highlight from my hot stepfather, Richard.He was at the gym again—shirtless, sweat glistening over the hard ridges of his abs, veins standing out on his powerful forearms as he gripped the pull-up bar. The video was short, just fifteen seconds of him knocking out perfect reps, muscles flexing, that deep, masculine grunt escaping every time he pulled his chin over the bar. I had it on loop, volume low but audible, his heavy breathing filling my bedroom like he was right there with me.“Fuck, Richard…” I moaned, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy.My shorts and panties were tossed somewhere on the floor. I lay sprawled on my bed, legs spread wide, knees bent, one hand frantically working my clit while the other pumped my fingers in and out. The wet, obscene sounds mixed with
I lay between Deep Voice and Silver Chain on the wide couch in the corner, blanket draped loosely over my hips. My body felt heavy and loose, every muscle humming from the string of orgasms they had pulled out of me. My throat was raw, my ass tender and still slick inside, but my cock—miraculously—
The bass from the main floor pulsed through the walls of the back room like a living thing. I had come to Club Eclipse alone because the apps felt empty and the usual bars were too loud for what I really wanted tonight. The flyer behind the bar had caught my eye: “Midnight Masked Play – Open Doors
I woke to thunder rattling the cabin windows and Jordan’s mouth already between my legs.No preamble, no gentle kisses trailing down my stomach—just her tongue flat and hot, licking one long, slow stripe up my slit like she’d been starving for it all night.My back bowed off the mattress. A choked
The storm had finally quieted to a low, steady drizzle by late afternoon, but the cabin still felt charged—like the air itself was holding its breath, waiting for us to start again.We hadn’t left the bedroom all day except to grab water and a half-eaten bowl of fruit. My thighs were sticky, my lip







