LOGINThe elevator ride to the penthouse was a silent, pressurized ascent. Ava leaned against the mirrored wall, watching me. âA final piece of advice,â she said, her voice low. âEllie⊠she needs control. Itâs how she breathes. But what she craves is to have that control taken from her. Not by just anyone. By someone she deems worthy. Show weakness, sheâll discard you. Show deference, sheâll be bored. You have to stand as her equal in this⊠arena. Challenge her. Dominate her. Thatâs the service youâre really being paid for.âThe doors opened not into a hallway, but directly into a living space vast enough to induce vertigo. One entire wall was glass, framing a postcard view of Chicago at dusk. The interior was all cool minimalist lines, stark whites, and dramatic blacks.âAva! And you must be Mr. Xanders.â The voice was a rich contralto, effortlessly commanding. Gianna Parkman emerged from the shadows near the window. She was taller than I expected, and the word âstrikingâ felt inadequat
The air conditioning in Ava Reed's office was set to arctic, a stark contrast to the prickling heat crawling up the back of my neck. I sat in a chair that probably cost more than my car, trying not to fidget as she appraised my resume. It wasn't just a look; it was a dissection. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, moved over the paper like a surgeonâs scalpel.âJustin Xanders,â she murmured, my name sounding like a foreign currency on her tongue. âTwenty-two. Liberal Arts degree from a perfectly decent state school. A string of unremarkable part-time jobs.â She looked up, and thatâs when I saw itâa flicker in her hazel irises that had nothing to do with professional assessment. It was hunger, pure and simple. âOn paper, youâre one of a thousand. But weâre not hiring based on paper, are we?âI shifted, the expensive leather sighing beneath me. âThe job posting was... vague. âPersonal Assistant to the CEO, requiring unique qualifications and discretion.â Thatâs all it said.âAva leaned ba
The question hung in the air, thick and impossible. My brain short-circuited. Every instinct screamed no, that this was my stepmom, that my dad was out there somewhere, that this was a line you could never come back from. But my body screamed yes. My cock, still painfully hard and slick from her touch, throbbed in agreement. The sight of her standing there, fingers playing in her own wetness, her dark eyes daring meâit vaporized every logical thought. I hesitated. A second stretched into an eternity. I saw the flicker of doubt in her eyes, the fear that sheâd pushed too far. That fear snapped something inside me. I nodded, a single, sharp jerk of my head. A victorious, predatory smile spread across Mayaâs face. âGood boy,â she whispered. She didnât lead me to the bed. She simply turned and walked the two steps to my desk chair, the one Iâd just been sitting in. With a deliberate slowness, she bent over the back of it, bracing her hands on my desk. She presented herself to me
The house was quiet that Saturday afternoon.My dad was still out golfing, and Maya, my stepmom, had left for her yoga class an hour ago. Sheâs only twenty-four, six years older than me. She married my dad, a man twice her age with money. People talk, but she doesnât care â But I do.Once her car was gone, I waited fifteen minutes. Then I went to my room and shut the door to get busy like I always be whenever she walked past me in those tinny leggings that outlines her ass.I pulled up to porhub on my laptop, lowered my shorts, and grabbed my cock.I closed my eyes, and when I opened it, I selected one of the many videos, and imagined the actress was Maya.She bent her big ass over to the camera so I saw her beautiful asshole and pink half shaved pussy. She twerked for a few seconds and turned back to sit on her bed and grabbed an eight or maybe 9-inch dildo, and began to fuck herself.My hand started moving slow at first, just getting into the rhythm. I watched the screen but I wasnâ
Ich kniete auf dem harten Holz, mein Kleid bis zur Taille hochgeschoben, die Beine weit gespreizt.Der Priester, der fĂŒr die heilige Kathedrale zustĂ€ndig war, saĂ vor meiner geöffneten Muschi und nickte mir zu, dass ich mit meiner Beichte beginnen sollte.âVergib mir, Vater, denn ich habe gesĂŒndigtâ, begann ich mit zitternder Stimme. âIch habe es nicht absichtlich getan, Vater. Mein Mann hat mich seit mehr als einem Jahr nicht mehr gefickt. Er nimmt sich andere Frauen und sogar meine eigene Cousine, aber er hat mich nie berĂŒhrt. Also habe ich⊠angefangen, schlechte Dinge zu tunâŠ.âFather Ren, der aussah, als wĂ€re er in den 40ern, rĂ€usperte sich. âSchlechte Dinge wie?ââIch⊠ich finger mich jede Nacht direkt neben ihm im Bett.â SchuldgefĂŒhle durchzogen meinen Körper. âIch schiebe meine Finger reinâŠâFather Ren sah hoch, unsere Blicke trafen sich. âWie viele Finger, Kind?ââIch habe mit zwei angefangen, dann drei Finger in meiner Fotze und ficke mich hart. Ich reibe meinen Kitzler, bis
My name is Rachel. About five years ago my husband Daniel and I were in serious trouble. We had stretched ourselves to buy the house we both loved, the first real home either of us had owned. Then everything started to go wrong at once. Danielâs old job disappeared in a restructuring and the new position he managed to get paid far less. At the same time I had taken time off after our first child was born. The mortgage that had felt manageable suddenly became a monthly crisis. We cut back on everything we could, but the numbers still didnât add up. By the sixth month we were talking quietly about asking my parents for a large loan just to keep the roof over our heads. The thought of losing the house and having to start again with a baby felt like failure.Daniel worked longer and longer hours. He came home exhausted and still opened his laptop after the baby was asleep. Then a better job opened up inside his own division. The salary was almost double what he was earning, and the bo
I slipped through the side door of the cathedral just after midnight, my heart hammering against my ribs. My pussy was still sore and tender from the night before, yet it was already wet again, aching to be used. Father Renâs cum had long dried on my skin, but I could still feel it's trace. I
CHAPTER 1 I knelt on the hard wood with my dress pushed up to my waist and my legs spread wide. The priest in charge of the holy cathedral sat before my opened pussy, and nodded his head that I should start my confession. âForgive me, Father, for I have sinned,â I began with shaky voice. âI didn
I froze right there on the marble platform, still dripping with oil and cum, my legs shaky. My heart slammed against my ribs as the sisters rushed me toward a heavy tapestry on the far wall. âQuickly, hide!â Sister Veronica whispered, pushing me behind the thick fabric just as footsteps echoed do
I froze, Father Renâs thick cock buried deep in my ass. My heart slammed against my ribs as Father Elias stepped inside, his sharp eyes taking in the entire scene â me bent over the altar completely naked, Renâs cock stretching my asshole, Sister Veronicaâs fingers still buried in my pussy, and







