Chapter 1: My Pussy On Your PlateIsla’s POVMy pierced clit squeezes between my clenched thighs as I arch forward, pressing harder. My whole body goes rigid, this close to falling off the dining table in front of my mum, bestie, and her sizzling chocolate-skinned dad.‘Fuck. No. No, no.”I watch as his fork slices through the big grilled sausage, sliding smoothly along the soft pink walls. ‘That’s your pussy, Isla, gapped and toyed with.’A soft murmur escapes my lips and I gulp the thick lump of saliva. Raymond Rayes, the hottest black man in the hood, was my crush before I was even legal. He’s the very reason I’m best friends with his nerdy daughter who studies while I binge on raw p**n videos. Volunteers in community services while I service my slutty pussy every damn night, with her father’s name on my lips.And now, he’s the reason I dragged my mum down here for the boring three-day Halloween party she’s hosting for the fun of it. Last year, Stella got into college. We were se
MALACHI “God,” Ezra breathed, lying on top of me in the dark. “What did we just do?”“You already know what we did,” I said, brushing his hair back. “You’re still dripping with it.”He made a strangled sound and hid his face in my chest.“Malachi…”I slipped my hand down his back and cupped his ass.“Still stretched open for me,” I murmured. “Still leaking.”“Stop,” he whined. “Don’t say it like that.”“Why not?” I teased. “It’s true.”He shivered.“You like it when I talk like that, don’t you?”“…Maybe.”I sat up slightly, guiding him onto his knees. “Let me see.”“What?”“You heard me.”He hesitated. Then slowly arched his back, cheeks flushed, body still trembling. I spread him gently. A soft whimper left his lips as I watched my cum drip down the back of his thighs.“Fuck,” I growled. “You’re so filthy, Ezra.”He turned his head slightly, breath hitching. “What are you gonna do about it?”I grinned in the dark. “I want you to ride me.”He choked on a breath. “Here?”“We’re alread
Chapter One: Brother EzraI used to think Ezra was pure.The kind of guy who brought his Bible to lunch and actually read it. He’d blush when girls flirted with him, always saying he was “waiting for the right one.” No rumors. No scandals. No drama. Just those soft brown eyes, parted lips, and a voice like honey when he sang worship songs at the front of the church.I made him my role model and my crush.Until tonight.I never expected to get stuck in a room with Ezra.And definitely not like this.It started as a youth group clean-up day. Folding chairs, stacked Bibles, leftover snacks in Styrofoam plates. He offered to help carry the last set of hymn books to the back storage room. I said sure—mostly because it meant a few more minutes around him.Ezra always smelled like freshly washed clothes and orange peels. Talked gently. Laughed with his whole chest like he didn’t know the kind of effect he had on anyone breathing.He wasn’t just the church boy.He was the church boy.Innocent
The three fucking hot brothers are right behind me! They heard me groan their names and cuss my leaking pussy! Now they know I’m a cheap slut. I don't turn.My body is trembling and I try to hide it by gripping my car door. Maybe it's safer to act like I’m deaf, get in, and zoom out.But I stand, dumb! I need their cocks deep in me, badly too. “We knew your slutty ass was trailing us badly with your cheap technology.” A voice I recognize to be Vladimir’s, begins. “And oh, we knew you wanted your infidel pussy pounded again.” Hmm…I bite down a moan growing at the back of my throat. This is freaking humiliation, Sadie! Don't be stupid!But I am stupid. My pussy is. Else, why would it beg for a stranger’s cock? Strangers!“Because we want to spite your boss, you have a chance to show how much of a good slave you are.” He continues. Slaves obey. They wait for their master’s command.They take all the punishments with a smile… And slaves get rewarded with their master’s good dicks.
“I see you're strong…” My lap claps my pussy in a tight hold. It's hard to keep my body still instead of jumping on a free cock like a cursed whore.“We could go again…”“No. No. No.” He grumbles and turns to get a glass of milk from the refrigerator. “I'm not here to fuck you, Sadie. I barely survived that round.” He gulps greedily, leaving patches of cream on his beard. “Where do you get such energy from?” He slips the glass into a sink. Arguing about my sexual needs only makes my pussy gush slimy precum. I pull into the counter, fighting back the rush of pleasure that almost knocks me off the seat. I'm barely composed. “I could teach you.” He takes the towel and starts wiping his body dry. “I'm off to get a document.” My brain explodes from his confession and I clutch the edges of the bar, ready to go forth and fight for that cock. Fuck!I want to slip it inside of me so badly. My body twitches like it has a sex pill dissolving beneath my muscles. “You just came back from
Three Days Later.The red marks are gone. My pussy is weak, but has stopped leaking. My ass is still recovering. I sit on the couch, clutching a cup of coffee in my hand. Thankfully, I came home after that night to a letter from Ambrose stating he is on a short impromptu trip and will be back soon.It gave my body time to heal. For three straight days, I’ve tried to walk away from the taunting memories of that night. Tried to be the good wife I was. The bedroom is sparkling clean and so is the whole house. I spend my time cleaning to get my mind off things. The warmth from the coffee mug spread along my belly, reminding me of how I was in heat for the notorious brothers while they took turn to wreck my cunt. I take a sip, letting the hot fluid burn my parched throat. The images of their big dicks stare in my face. My thighs clench involuntarily, squeezing tight on my pussy. “Not again, Sadie.” I shut my eyes and try to breathe normally. Every night, I find my fingers in between