Scarlett’s POVI'm wet… Soaked even, with slimy cum seeping through my lacy panties. Soft moans escape my throat, my body arches forward, trembling as my fingers fondle between my thighs, stroking, feeling the creamy fluid trickle.“Uh… yeah… fuck me, master…” I cry, body jerking harder by the minute. My thighs clap, slapping against my finger and bruising my clit. Fuck!I gasp, snapping out of my sex dream. Again, I fucked the masked man in my dream, with my fingers driving in and out of my pussy while he fucks me. Except this time I dared to hit orgasm multiple times. He’s one of our VIPs in the club where I work as a waitress. They are freaks with too much money and insane sexual needs. The day I bumped into his chiseled abs, with my damp skin grazing against his rumored destructive cock, was the day I became his slave. I hiss and wipe off my pussy juice with the tip of my thumb. The soft feel melts on my thumb and shimmers…‘Scarlett, what are you doing??!’ My brain scream
“Over there is a camera,” Damien points at the big portrait of a naked lady. “You love to sleep naked and I will watch you every damn day you part thouse legs in a restless sleep…… spread your pussy in my view while you moan and soak your linens from your sex dream like a dirty whore.” What?! I mean, I know he’s a psycho. But this level of obsession?!His nasty words has me gripping my knees together, needing to pat my pussy and hold back from cumming in the puddle. “And while your pussy opens just a little, I imagine poking my finger…” He pushes his hand forward and my pussy tightens between my legs like it just got poked. Oh, my god. How can words make a grown-up wet?“And fuck Berry, your slutty pussy squeezes my damn finger like a bitch.” “Fuck.” I sigh, restless.My body voluntarily slips down, arching my ass upward, needing his hands and cock. Needing him in the right places.“And today, I’d create memories of this one forbidden night, watch it all day while I stroke my
“You wanna be used like a dirty fucking slut, huh?” Damien groans, each pounding step sends vibrations to my spine. His erected dick hangs out like a sharp twig.Hard.Thick. Scarred with filthy veins running down the rough skin.“Wanna taste daddy’s cock, huh?” His hand grabs a handful of my hair, twisting in a firm grip.Pain shoots through my scalp. “Fuck… Ah…” I palm my face, massaging my forehead. “I’ll show you how to be a slut, Berry.” He pulls me without a care, dragging me through my squirt that’s a dirty pool of urine and cum. “Daddy’s fucking slut.” He drags me along, using my hair as a collar.My body is burning from torture. My ass swims along the tiled floor, with the dirty puddle forming a lubricant as I easily slip along, hands reaching to hold his hand. Hands I may never touch again.Pain I’d never feel again.A different kind of bliss hits me. Loving how he’s using me like a sex doll. “Come here.” He pulls me up and slams me to the porous glass window, smac
Now, strip.Damien’s tone isn't suggestive. It’s a command. My jaws drop. Body goes still. I feel my knuckles go white from clutching my fabric. “Strip, Berry.” He repeats, tone dark, feral. “Show Daddy Dammy his golden pussy.” And like a king, he levels on the couch right in front of the roof-floor window I’m pressed to. He stretches his long legs in this damn thin fabric, dark eyes pinned on me.“I want to see your naked body, raw. Not through the lens of my cameras…” He moans, palm grazes his groin. “Show me my property.”‘No. Stop, Berry.’ I scold myself. ‘Don’t be stupid!’ My heart is pounding. “Dammy…” I stammer. “Please…”His silence speaks darker. And I don’t know why I feel helpless. Why I feel the need to explain myself.In obedience, I let go of the garment… Slowly…Until it falls on a heap, settling around my feet. Cold breeze hits my damp skin, tease at my lacy nightie, strokes the soft mounds of my ass. I shut my eyes, feeling a mix of betrayal and desire. My hand
Bumpy Ride!Damien’s coarse hand lingers on my knee!My body goes rigid in a dirty suspension. Eyes poke out, knowing what’s coming… Knowing that I’m too frozen to smack him off if he slides down my bare thighs. But not right next to his bride, my bestie.Ella rants with Lara, zoning me out like I’m a tag-along.Sweat breaks out of my pores, making his hand smoothly slide down my thigh.“Hmm,” Like a devil, he arches forward, blocking their view, acting like he’s enjoying the conversation when we both know what it is. ‘Stop. Please. Stop.’ I mumble in my head and try to push his hand off without creating any drama.‘Ah!’My hand slap my mouth shut when he grabs my knee and yanks me to him, spreading my legs wide enough.He doesn’t give me the time to stop him when he slides between my sweaty thighs, lodging his hand there.My walls are cracking.Not like it was ever strong enough. Like a cock ramming through tiny pussy, he slams hard against slit, bursting my pussy.Ruining my s
“Berry.” The only man who says my name like I'm a queen, a dirty filthy queen, whispers. His baritone is as soft as the wind, deep that it sends shivers down my spine…And cool, that all I can think about is lodging those thing firm lips in between my thighs, needing the air to stroke my starved pussy…Just as he taught me.Just as I love. The echoes of our laughter taunt me. Him chasing me down the hallway in highschool, locking the toilet door for hours and experimenting with my clean shaved pussy with the neatly trimmed hair running down the middle.He’d trace the tip of his finger along the soft hair till he gets to my clit…Till he dips his hand into my wetness and pulls the sticky fingers to mock me. And all the while, I sit on the toilet seat, legs wide open.Innocent pussy surrended to its tormentor. Loving how he fondled and pulled his lips so close to me, his green eyes on mine, just then, he’d whisper my name and pop my cherry all over. ‘My juicy Berry.’ He’d tease, l