ログインThe living room lights were dimmed low. Mark sat in his usual armchair, heart pounding, cock already straining in his pants. His beautiful wife, Sarah, 35, with curves in all the right places, full breasts, a round ass, and long auburn hair, was on the couch across from him. She wore a tight black dress that hugged her body, the hem riding high on her thighs.Their guest, Jamal, was a tall, muscular black man from Mark's gym. At 6'4" with broad shoulders and an arrogant smirk, he had been flirting with Sarah for weeks. Tonight, Mark had finally invited him over for "drinks." Everyone knew what it really meant."You sure about this, baby?" Sarah asked her husband softly, but her eyes were already locked on Jamal's crotch.Mark nodded, voice hoarse. "I want to watch. I want to see you take a bigger cock.""Time to show your wife what she's been missing, cuck." Jamal chuckled deeply, standing up and unzipping his pants.He pulled out his massive black cock. It was enormous—over 11 inche
ZARAI bent over Professor Alexander Kane’s desk like the desperate slut he had turned me into, my chest pressed flush against the cool wooden surface, my cheek resting on scattered papers. My pleated skirt was flipped up over my waist, ass high in the air, legs spread wide. My pussy was still throbbing from the brutal face-fucking, dripping wet and puffy, his earlier cum drying on my tits and chin.“Fuck, look at this pretty cunt,” He growled behind me, voice dark and dangerous. “Already soaked and clenching around nothing. You really are my filthy little blackmailer, aren’t you?”His big hand came down hard, spanking my swollen pussy with a loud, wet smack. I cried out sharply, jerking forward on the desk. The sting mixed with unbearable pleasure and made my clit pulse violently.“Answer me, Zara.”“Yes, Sir. I’m your filthy little slut.” I moaned, pushing my ass back toward him.He spanked my cunt again, harder this time, two thick fingers sliding through my dripping folds afterwa
ZARA I sat in the front row next to Mia, legs crossed tightly, trying to ignore the constant ache between my thighs. Today wasn’t a session day. I wasn’t supposed to see him, touch him, or hear that gravel-and-smoke voice wrapped around filthy words. But my body didn’t care. Ever since last night — his fingers buried deep inside me, his mouth on mine, the way he growled “good girl” while I came apart — I’d been a mess. Wet. Needy. Obsessed.Mia was chatting about some party tonight, but her words barely registered. I just wanted to be back at his cottage, straddling him again.The lecture hall door opened.Professor Alexander Kane walked in.My heart slammed against my ribs. What the fuck? He was supposed to be teaching his own class across campus. He looked devastating in a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up, dark trousers hugging those powerful thighs. Our eyes met instantly. Shock flashed across my face — I knew he saw it. His jaw tightened, and he looked away quickly, like h
ALEXANDER The door opened at exactly 9:30. Zara stepped in, and the sight of her hit me like a fucking punch to the chest. White button-up tied tight under her breasts, bare midriff, that tiny pleated skirt barely covering anything, hair wild from the night wind. She froze when she saw me. I was shirtless, sweatpants slung low on my hips, legs spread wide on the couch. Her eyes dragged over my chest, down my abs, and lingered on the obvious bulge already straining against the gray fabric. Her lips parted on a soft, shaky exhale. Pure hunger. I let her stare. Let her drink me in. “If you’re done staring, Zara… sit.” She crossed the room on unsteady legs, but she didn’t sit on the couch beside me. No — the little brat climbed straight onto my lap and straddled me, knees bracketing my hips, skirt riding up high enough that I could feel the heat of her bare cunt pressing against my cock through the thin layers. My hands settled on her smooth thighs instantly, gripping hard, po
ALEXANDERI leaned back in the leather chair of my private study, the half-empty glass of whiskey dangling from my fingers. The ice had melted hours ago into a weak amber pool. Chapter 20 of the new manuscript sat open on the desk, pages covered in fresh ink. The words had poured out of me faster than they had in years.All because of her. Last night replayed on an endless loop behind my eyes. Zara on my couch, leather skirt rucked up around her hips, thighs spread wide, two fingers buried deep in her glistening cunt while she moaned and fucked herself to the sound of my voice. The way her slick coated her hand. The wet, filthy sounds that filled my living room. How she looked up at me with those hungry eyes and whispered “Sir” like it was the filthiest prayer she’d ever uttered.Fuck.I dragged a hand down my face, jaw tight. She was a drug. One taste and my carefully controlled world had started to fracture. I’d sent her home, then sat right here at this desk writing until 3 a.m.
I woke up at 7:42 a.m. with my phone still clutched in my hand, the photo of our signed contract glowing on the screen like forbidden proof. My body felt restless, aching, already wet between my thighs just from the memory of his voice saying “Get out” yesterday. I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling fan, thighs pressing together as a fresh pulse throbbed through my clit.Tonight was the first session.I tried to focus. Mid-terms were breathing down my neck, and without that automatic A he’d promised, I’d be fucked in every course. But every time I opened my laptop, all I could hear was his low, controlled voice asking, 'What do you want?' My pussy clenched hard at the thought.I gave up studying and opened *Bound by the Bell Curve* Vol. 1 instead. Chapter Seven, the archive stacks scene. I imagined his voice reading every filthy line and had to slam the phone down before I fingered myself right now. Get it together, Zara.The day dragged. I showered with cold water that d
The warm summer night buzzed at Williams University as another semester came to an end. While most students had already left campus, the top floor of the old Field House throbbed with music and drunken cheers from the twenty or so people who had stayed behind.Among them, Emma Adams was growing in
The next few days blurred into a torturous, addictive haze. Mom was gone, and Ken had turned the basement studio into my personal prison of humiliation and denied pleasure. Every afternoon and evening, he ordered me downstairs to “assist” him during shoots. I sat in that same corner chair, legs p
Bob practically collapsed on the edge of the bed. He had had no idea why watching his girlfriend suck his friends dick had made him so horny. All he knew was that he had just came harder than ever before, and whether it was the lack of sex over the last few days or the way Emma seemed to love the
"Mmmmmppphhhh." Emma moaned at this, there was something so smug and cocky about Frank that set her off.Bob didn't respond, he didn't know what to say at this point. Part of him wanted Frank to stop, but he had never seen Emma so animate and turned on during sex before. A strong tingling sensatio







