تسجيل الدخولDUSTI wiped his cum off my stomach with the paper towel. It was thick and white, smearing across my skin instead of coming clean. My hands wouldn't stop shaking. My thighs were slick with a mixture of his spit and my own wetness. My ass throbbed where he had slapped me, a hot pulse that matched my heartbeat.Richard hadn't moved. He stood over me, still half-hard, his cock glistening with the mess we had made. The head was red and swollen. A string of cum hung from the tip, stretching down like a loose thread. He didn't wipe it away. He wanted me to see it."You want more," he said. His voice was low. Gravelly. Not a question.I looked up at him from the floor. My knees were sore from kneeling. My jaw ached from when he shoved himself down my throat. I could still taste myself on his skin."Yes," I said."Say it.""I want more.""More what?" He stepped closer. His bare foot landed in the puddle of cum that had dripped onto the tile. He didn't seem to notice.I swallowed. My throat wa
DUSTI went back to the arena the next day.Practice ended at eight. Same as always. I sat in the stands, watched the players file out. Jake waved at me from across the ice. I waved back. My eyes went to Coach Harker.He stood by the boards, clipboard in hand, talking to another coach. He didn't look at me. Not once.I waited until the stands emptied. Until the cleaning crew came and swept the aisles. Until the lights dimmed.I walked to the locker room door. Locked.I leaned against the wall, in the same spot as yesterday. My heart pounded. My thighs pressed together. I thought about his hands. His mouth. The way his cock felt inside me.The door didn't open I waited thirty minutes until my hopes were drained and I had to leave disappointed.Jake called when I got home."Hey, babe. My mom wants you to come for dinner tonight." I flopped onto my bed, still in my skirt from practice."Tonight?""Yeah. Nothing fancy. Just family. She's making that chicken thing you like." I stared at
DUSTI hated waiting in the arena after practice.The ice was already melting, puddles forming at the edges of the rink. The stands were empty. The only sound was the hum of the cooling system and the distant echo of showers running in the locker room.My boyfriend Jake was still in there. Captain of the hockey team. Golden boy. His bag would take forever because he had to talk to everyone, shake every hand, make every joke.I leaned against the cold concrete wall outside the locker room door and scrolled through my phone. Nothing new. Just the same boring posts from the same boring people.The door opened. I looked up, expecting Jake.It was his dad.Coach Harker.He was tall. Broad shoulders. Dark hair going grey at the temples. His jaw was always set, like he was permanently angry about something. He wore his team jacket zipped to the neck, and his arms were crossed over his chest."Dust," he said. His voice was low. Flat. No warmth in it."Coach.""You waiting for Jake?""Yes.""H
JANETI drove straight to Anna's house. To their house. The house my sister shared with Ted. The house where I was supposed to be just a guest, just family, Tonight was different.Anna wasn't home. She had texted me earlier still on her trip out of town, and wouldn't be back until tomorrow afternoon. She asked me to check on Ted, make sure he had eaten something, and keep him company.She had no idea what she was asking.I could still feel Ted's hands on my neck. Still hear his voice telling me to cum for him. Still feel the ache between my thighs that hadn't gone away since I left his office.This was wrong. I knew it was wrong. Anna was my sister. My only sister. The one who held my hair back when I was sick, who let me borrow her clothes without asking, who had never once made me feel like I wasn't good enough.And I was about to sleep with her husband.The thought made my pussy clench. God, what was wrong with me? Why did the wrongness make it hotter? Why did thinking about Anna
JANEThe silence in Ted's office lasted too long neither of us said a word about what I had seen this morning .But it was there. Hanging between us. Thick and hot and suffocating.I remembered the way his hand had moved. Fast. Desperate. His head thrown back against the headboard, his mouth open, a groan caught in his throat. He hadn't heard me open the door. He hadn't known I was there until I gasped.And then his eyes had snapped open. Embarrassed for only a second before something else took over. Something hungrier."You're quiet, you don’t like the idea of fun?," Ted said."So are you."He leaned back in his chair. His hand rested on his thigh. I watched his fingers tap once, twice, three times against the fabric of his pants."I've been thinking about this morning," he asserted, My stomach dropped. My heart was picking up a pace… was he going to call me out? Slut shame me?"Ted—" I stuttered, trailing off at the ends of my words"I'm not going to apologize for it." His voice
JANET.I felt sore, in every way possible, and everything of the context. My throat burned, my head felt so heavy, my gaze blurred, I felt nauseous… sick to my fucking belly.Pushing myself up, I glanced around… where was I? A sticky note stared silently by my pillow, I picked it up to read a scribbled message.“Your alcohol level is shitty, Janet, I’ve left for the trip. Driver would be there by ten… get anything you want anywhere… love you… There’s a black card on the table and a key sis”I groaned, tossing my head back, feeling utterly like I’d been run over repeatedly by a freight train. I should not have drunk that much.I dragged myself out of the sheets, reaching for my phone, feeling the urge to pee only to realize it was twenty-three past nine. The driver would be here any minute…I glanced around the enormous house, where was my room? We’d drunk and ended up asleep… I couldn’t be late for my interview.My legs sloshed in wake as I staggered, pushing my body against the rail
BARRY Her pussy clamped my cock so well that even the thought of it now at dinner was making me hard. My brother sat across from me, Mikayla by my side, and my wife at my other end bickering on and one. Like she always fucking did Stephan and Steve, Mikayla's other two older brothers, sat at the
I’m standing on the side of the road, with my pussy dripping my thick cum down my wet thighs, soaking into my denim shorts and leaving the area dark from my wetness that if you look a bit longer, you'll see how much of a slut I am.The bus is far gone. After they threw me and the crazy stranger out
If there’s a better place your pussy belongs to, it's certainly not in your tight cotton pants that leave it dry and swollen, or clasped firmly between your thick thighs, barely having a good summer time…It's right in the hands of a stranger.One with a calloused palm, eyes of fire and filth, and
KATHERINE“I love you, baby.” Jasper whispered, nuzzling closer to me, his kiss melting against my ear, his teeth grazing over my neck. I mewled, melting into his touch.“Do you really have to go?” I asked, stuttering out the words gently, rubbing my boobs against his chest, pressing hard on them.







