تسجيل الدخولI froze, my fingers still buried inside my jeans, and they were still pressed against my wetness.I opened my mouth, but nothing came out at first. My brain was scrambling, trying to find words, trying to form a sentence, and trying to explain myself. Finally, I managed to stammer, "I... uhmm... I didn't mean to... I was just... I heard sounds and I...""It's fine," the man cut in, his voice smooth and calm. He didn't look away from me.But the woman… His girlfriend didn't look so calm. She straightened up, pulling her skirt down, her eyes narrowing as she looked at me. There was something sharp and incredibly intense in her gaze."How long have you been standing there?" she asked, her voice unreadable and flat.I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "I... I didn't mean to watch. I was just studying and I heard noises and I got curious and then I saw you and I… I'm so sorry, I'll just leave now…"I pulled my hand out of my jeans, and I turned around to walk away before I could make this any
The library at midnight was my safe space.I sat in my usual corner, tucked discreetly behind the shelf.I was deep into a chapter on performativity when I heard it.At first, I thought it was my imagination. The library played tricks on you after midnight… creaking tables, muffled sounds. I shook my head and tried to refocus on the text, but the words blurred unfocusedly in front of my tired eyes.Then I heard it again.A soft, quivering moan, barely audible, drifting seductively through the stacks of books.I lifted my head, my pen pausing mid-sentence. I listened, my heart starting to beat just a little faster against my ribs. Maybe I had imagined it after all. I turned back to my book, forcing myself to concentrate.But then… another moan slipped through the air. Louder this time, it was a sweet, desperate sound that made my skin prickle. Followed by a whisper, a man's voice, low and rough. And then came the slow, heavy creak of a bookshelf, like someone was leaning heavily agains
I didn't wait for her to accept it,I turned her around,and bent her behind the large wooden table. I didn't give her time to prepare, but grip her hips with both hands until my knuckles turned white, driving my hard ten-inch cock straight into her pussy from behind. The entry is tight and rough, causing Daniella to shriek out a sharp, painful wail that echoes through the microphone on my desk while her fingers claw wildly at the edges of the wood to find a grip as I push inside her, stretching her tight body to the absolute limit. I didn't wait, because the memory of our guest fucking her made my anger grow so I started to pump into her with hard, relentless thrusts in a rhythm that is fast and violent, making a loud smacking sound bounce off the walls every time my hips slam against her backside. "Oh... oh god, sir!" she cries out, her voice cracking as the raw intensity of the act strips away all her politeness. "It's too hard... and big... fuck, ah! Yes... right there!" Her p
I glanced down at my lap, grimacing as the sharp, throbbing ache of my stiff length sent a jolt of discomfort through my lower belly. It was so tight it actually hurt to touch, the hypersensitive skin stinging at the slightest friction. I needed something to calm the pressure down, but rubbing it was out of the question. Just then, the desk phone rang, the shrill tone cutting through the dark office. I reached out and snatched the receiver. "Vance," I grunted, trying to keep my voice steady. "Hello Mr. Vance?" Daniella’s voice came through, clear and surprisingly soft. "I'm sorry to bother you so early, but I was wondering if I could come up to your office for a moment? I have a quick request to ask you before I head out." A dark, warmth bloomed in my chest, pushing the physical discomfort aside, "Yes, Daniella, come on up. I hung up, quickly adjusting myself behind the desk, pulling my chair closer to hide my state as the elevator down the hall dinged. A moment later, there was
Her eyes snapped wide open, but instead of screaming or covering herself up, a slow, knowing smile spread across her lips. She dropped her head back onto the pillow, her breathing turning even heavier as she looked me up and down with intense, hungry eyes. "I wondered when you were finally going to walk through that door," she said, her voice raspy and dripping with dark excitement, "because I wished someone was watching me to keep record.” I could feel the heat from her eyes on me every single night, and it drove me crazy. I stepped around the side of the bed, moving closer to her while staring directly down at her wild, swollen pussy, thoroughly amused by her reaction as she hooked her knees even wider apart under the warm lamplight to expose her smooth belly and bare breasts to my eyes. "Come and give it to me. I wanted to see how long it would take for the owner of this place to come up here and claim his prize. Don't just stand there, I want you so badly. Come here." I smiled
Clara was my night-shift head housekeeper, a middle-aged woman with sharp, observant eyes and a strict, no-nonsense attitude about her work. She had a master key to every room in the building, including the basement office, but she never came down here at this hour. Yet, there she stood, frozen on the threshold. Her gaze shifted slowly from my terrified, half-undressed form straight to the massive, glowing monitors behind me. Her eyes locked onto the screen showing Room 115. Clara’s jaw slowly dropped open. The stack of white towels in her arms trembled before sliding out of her grip, hitting the dirty linoleum floor with a soft thud. "Mr. Vance..." she whispered, her voice shaking violently as her hands flew to her mouth. "What... What is this? Oh my god, you're watching the guests." My mouth went dry, My entire life, my reputation, and my beloved hotel were crumbling to pieces right in front of my eyes. If she walked out of this room and called the police, I would lose everythin







