LOGIN“Take your clothes off.” My hands were shaking. I stood there in my old tank top and cotton shorts, heart slamming against my ribs, while three grown men stared at me like I was already theirs just waiting to be ruined. Now Tony and Rico had stopped pretending to inspect anything they were just watching now, arms crossed and eyes curly. “I… I can’t,” I fought back. Mr. Reynolds stepped closer, his big belly brushing against me. “You can, and you will. Or I call the eviction crew right now and you’re out on the street by Monday. Your choice, Lena.” I looked at the locked door, then back at the three of them. No way out. No one coming to save me. With trembling fingers I grabbed the bottom of my tank top and pulled it over my head. My bare tits spilled free, nipples already stiff from fear and the strange heat between my legs. I pushed my shorts and panties down together, stepping out of them until I was completely naked in my own kitchen. “Fuck, look at that,” Ton
* A New Collection The AC in my shitty little apartment had been broken for some weeks now, and today's afternoon heat was turning the place into a sauna. I was sitting on the edge of my unmade bed in just an old tank top and tiny cotton shorts, fanning myself with a notebook while staring at the stack of bills on the kitchen counter. Two months behind on rent and my parents had cut me off completely after I switched majors, "You're a woman now" they said. Every time Mr. Reynolds called, I let it go to voicemail, there's nothing to be said. A loud knock on the door shock-jumped me out of bed I wasn’t expecting anyone. I padded over barefoot and looked through the peephole. Oh God, help me Mr. Reynolds was standing there with two of his handymen — Tony and Rico. All three of them looked sweaty from the heat, tool belts on, expressions serious. I opened the door a crack, suddenly very aware of how little I was wearing. “Uh… hi?” Mr. Reynolds stood there, a thick
She sat up between us, breathing hard, tears still drying on her flushed cheeks. For a long moment she just stared at the ceiling, like she was fighting with her inner-self. Then something dark and ugly flickered across her face. Finally she spoke. “Get on your knees,” she said quietly, looking at Ethan. “Both of you.” Ethan and I exchanged a quick glance, but we obeyed her. The three of us ended up on the floor. Ethan and I were on our knees, while Sarah standing over us like she’d just discovered a new version of herself. She grabbed the belt again. “Hands behind your back, little bro” Ethan put his hands behind him without arguing. Sarah tied them tightly with the headset cable, then did the same to me. We were both kneeling naked in in front of her, wrists bound, completely at her mercy. Sarah’s voice was low. “You two fucked behind my back… in my house… using each other,, so now I’m going to use you.” She started with me. She pushed my face down to the floor,
I said it in Sarah's eyes that something snapped, immediately she said those words. She pushed me hard onto my back on Ethan’s messy bed, her eyes was dark and wild with a mixture of both rage, shame, and raw, uncontrollable lust. “If we’re really doing this… then we’re doing it my way tonight.” I barely had time to catch my breath before she grabbed the long cable from Ethan’s gaming headset and the leather belt from his discarded pants on the floor. With quick, surprisingly practiced movements, she tied my wrists together above my head, securing them tightly to the metal bars of the headboard. The cable bit into my skin just enough to make me gasp. Then she looked at her little brother, voice low and commanding, almost trembling with the weight of what she was about to do. “Get the belt from my room. Now.” Ethan obeyed instantly, scrambling upstairs like a good little brother. When he returned with the belt, Sarah took it from him, folded it in half, and tested its weig
I slid off Ethan’s cock with a slick sound, thick strings of his cum and my juices dripping down my thighs on the floor in messy trails. I didn’t even bother wiping it away. Instead, I crawled toward Sarah on all fours like o was stalking her, my heavy tits swaying, eyes locked on hers the whole time. Sarah’s breath hitched sharply. She tried to take a step back, but the wall was right there, trapping her. Her eyes were wide, pupils blown. I reached up slowly, hooked my fingers into the waistband of her pajama shorts, and pulled them down along with her panties in one motion. Her pussy was shaved smooth and absolutely soaked, puffy lips swollen and glistening under the dim basement light. A thick, shiny string of her arousal stretched down her inner thigh before breaking and dripping onto the floor. “Fuck, Sarah… you’re dripping,” I whispered into her ear. . I leaned down and dragged my tongue slowly up her slit from bottom to top, savoring the sweet, desperate taste of her. Sa
Sarah stood in the basement doorway, her mouth right open, phone still in her hand, her eyes wide with pure terror 'n disbelief. She saw everything. Me completely naked, straddling her little brother’s lap, his cock buried deep inside my dripping pussy. My tits were bouncing, my hands gripping his shoulders, our bodies sticky with sweat. Ethan’s hands were still on my ass, frozen mid-grip. The wet, obscene sound of my pussy sliding up and down his shaft had been loud enough for her to hear from the stairs. For a second, nobody moved. The only sound was our faint breathing and the faint creak of the gaming chair. In Sarah's face; her impression was shock, hurt, confusion, and something else I couldn’t quite read right now,was too high in hormones. “Ethan… Mia… what the fuck?” Her voice was breaking. Ethan panicked. “Sarah— wait, it’s not— I can explain—” I didn’t pull off him right away. I stayed right there, unlike Ethan that was trying to push me off, I stayed right t







