LOGINGoodness woke up the next morning with her body still aching from the night before. Dried cum clung to her inner thighs and breasts, a sticky reminder of how the three men had used her in the private dining room. She touched herself gently in the shower, feeling how swollen and sensitive she was. Mark had sent a sweet good morning message asking for a video call during his lunch break. She replied with a few hearts, but a heavy mix of guilt and forbidden excitement twisted inside her stomach.Jordan’s text arrived early that morning: *Be at my office by 5 PM. Wear the tight blue dress I sent you. No bra and no panties. When your husband calls at 5:30. Sit at my desk. We will tease you the whole time.*She arrived right on time. The blue dress hugged every curve of her body, the hem barely reaching mid-thigh. When she stepped into Jordan’s office, Viktor and Carlos were already waiting on the couch, their eyes lighting up with hunger immediately as she walked into the office. Jordan lo
Goodness stood in front of her mirror that evening, adjusting the short black cocktail dress Jordan had sent to her apartment. It clung to every curve in the right way, the neckline was low enough to show the tops of her breasts. She wore no bra, and no panties again. Her body still ached from the limo ride the night before. She was sore in the best and worst ways. Mark had texted her earlier, excited about a video call after his dinner meeting. She felt a sharp twist of guilt, but it only made her pussy wetter.Jordan’s car picked her up at eight. In the backseat, he slid his hand up her thigh immediately.“You look like a proper slut tonight,” he murmured, fingers brushing her bare pussy. “Ready to entertain my clients?”She shivered. “How many?”“Two tonight. Viktor, you already met him. And Mr. Lang. He's a big investor from New York. Behave, and I might let you cum as much as you want.”The private dining room at the upscale rooftop restaurant was elegant and secluded. The lights
Goodness left the boardroom on shaky legs as Jordan’s thick cum leaked down her inner thighs with every step. She could feel it soaking into her skirt. Her pussy was sore but still throbbing, hungry for more. She quickly fixed her makeup in the bathroom and tried to look normal for the rest of the day. But every time she sat down, she felt the wetness and remembered how she had ridden her boss under the table while important people talked business just feet away.At 6 PM, Jordan texted her: *Come to my limo at the basement parking. Now. Wear the red dress in your drawer. Wear no bra and no panties.*She found the short red dress in her desk drawer. It was tight, low-cut, and barely covered her ass. Her heart pounded as she changed in the bathroom. Her full breasts moved freely under the thin fabric, nipples already hard. She looked like a high-class slut.In the basement, the long black limo waited. The driver nodded politely and closed the door behind her. Jordan sat inside, looking
Goodness woke up the next morning with Jordan’s dried cum still sticky between her thighs. She had barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt his thick cock stretching her married pussy and heard his dirty words. Her body ached in the best way, but shame burned in her chest. Mark had called late last night from his hotel in Singapore, talking about his meetings and how much he missed her. She had answered with a sweet voice while Jordan’s load still leaked out of her.She stood in front of the mirror, touching the dark hickey on her neck. Makeup would hide it, but she could not hide how wet she already felt again. “What am I doing?” she whispered. But her pussy throbbed at the thought of today’s 10 AM board meeting.At the office, she wore a tight white blouse that showed the shape of her full breasts and a black pencil skirt that hugged her round ass. No panties, Jordan had texted her that morning: *No panties today, whore. Keep my cum inside you.*Jordan called her into
Goodness sat at her desk on the 28th floor. It was already past 6 PM on Friday. The office was quiet and empty as she stared at her phone instead of working on the report. Her husband Mark had sent a message.*My flight leaves soon. I’ll miss you. I'll call when I land. Love you.*She smiled a little, but it was sad smile. Mark was a good man. He was kind and felt safe for Goodness. He fixed things around the house and never forgot important dates. But their marriage felt dull. Sex was always the same. It was always quick and boring in the missionary position. No excitement, no heat. She was always left unsatisfied. She wanted to feel wanted, really wanted by a man.A knock on her door made her jump.“Still working, Goodness?” Jordan’s deep voice filled the room.She looked up. Standing on the door was Jordan Hale, the 45-year-old CEO, stood there. He was tall and strong with salt-and-pepper hair and a sharp jaw. His dark suit looked expensive. His eyes watched her the same way they h
The next morning, the family decided to take the big private boat out for a day on the water. David was so excited, he was laughing with his cousins as they loaded coolers and snacks. Aria smiled and helped carry somethingsq, but her mind was somewhere else. Every step made her aware of the slight soreness between her legs and the faint sticky feeling that refused to go away completely.Kai was already on the boat, helping his father with the ropes. When their eyes met, he gave her a small, secret smile. That look alone made her stomach flip and her pussy throb.The boat left the dock and headed towards a quiet bay. The wind felt good as it blew through her hair. David sat next to her, holding her hand. “This is perfect, isn’t it, babe?” he said happily.“Yeah,” Aria replied, forcing a smile. “So perfect.”But under the wide bench seat, Kai’s foot found her leg again. This time he was even bolder. His toes slowly slid up her thigh, pushing under the hem of her short sundress. Aria’s b
Ethan’s POVThe house felt too small.Even though it had ten bedrooms, a massive backyard, and more space than most families could ever need, the walls still felt like they were closing in on me. I had only been back for three days, but I was already losing control. Every corner I turned, Ava seeme
Ethan’s POVThe first dinner after my return felt strange.Dad and his wife, Clara, were happy to have me back. They asked about my year away, my training, and my plans. I answered politely, trying to focus on the food. But my attention kept drifting to the girl sitting across from me.Ava.She was
Ethan’s POVThe front door felt heavier than I remembered.I stepped into the house I hadn’t visited in almost a year, dropping my duffel bag on the marble floor. The familiar smell of polished wood and fresh flowers hit me immediately. Everything looked the same; expensive, clean, and cold.But I
Damien’s POVWe went on a family trip to a luxury beach resort to “spend quality time together,” as Sarah called it. Three days of sun, sand, and pretending everything was normal. But nothing was normal anymore.On the second afternoon, Sarah booked a two-hour spa session, full body massage and fac







