LOGIN"Next patient, please,"
Marilyn loved her job. She was a doctor and an expert in Men's health. She specialised in men's health for two reasons. One was to throw a slap in the face of men who thought they understood women and got to yap about it on social media. Two, she probably loved dicks a little too much.
She was a bombshell of a doctor, with nice high breasts and an ass that one of her exes said he could die for. He almost did when she made him eat her ass. She giggled at the memory and cleared her throat when her next patient entered. She glanced down at his file.
Harry Montigo. A forty-year-old man. He looked quite suitable for his age if she had anything to say about it.
"Hello, Mr. Montigo; how are you doing today?"
"Not good," Harry grumbled. "I wouldn't be here if my wife didn't insist anyway."
When he finally came up for air, my thighs were shaking, the sheets were soaked, and Dean looked like a sinner who’d just found religion.Pussy Religion. Oh gosh, I can't imagine showing this diary to pastor John back in Sunday school; he'll call me possessed in every way.Oh, where was I? Right, Dean eating the hell out of my cunt, his chin was shining with my juices, his hair sticking up where I’d been pulling it, and his eyes… God, his eyes were wild.“You taste better than anything I’ve ever had,” he told me.I scoffed. “Like you’ve eaten so many girls before.”His jaw tightened. “No. Just you.”Do you know what that does to a girl? To know you’re the first and the only one who utterly corrupted our school's beloved nerd? I nearly melted right there. B
Friday, 9:10 amLast night was crazy.I snuck into Dean’s room like some desperate nympho (which, okay, I am). I wore just a robe. Nothing underneath because I just wanted to be shoved down and fucked, no need to waste time, dammit.We didn’t even say “hi.” He dragged me into the bed, kissed me like he wanted to swallow me whole, and immediately shoved his hands under the robe, straight for my boobs.Dean swears by them at this rate.“God, Celeste,” he groaned, kneading like they were stress balls. “I swear I can’t stop touching these.”I laughed and couldn't resist taunting him. He laughed that much at leaving me horny. “You act like you bought them.”“They’re mine,” he shot back, already pushing me flat on the
So apparently… Mr. Martinez has a briefcase.Like, not for paperwork. Not for business trips. No. A kinky bastard’s briefcase.He set it on the coffee table, clicked it open, and inside was a whole damn tool kit of things that could either kill me or make me come so hard I blacked out.I would choose the latter any day.He pushed me over the sofa, on my back. Then pulled out the rope first and tied me tighter than before with my wrists above my head, ankles pulled wide so I couldn’t squirm. I was displayed. His word, not mine.Then came the clamps. They were shiny, wicked little things with teeth. He pinched my nipple between his fingers, rolled it, tugged it, until I gasped, then snapped the clamp on.I almost screamed. Pain shot straight through me, and I almost fell off the damned sofa. I thought nipple clamps were gentle. Ch
Thursday 2:16pmWhoo! Today was crazy. I skipped school today. I know I couldn't, Mom would probably kill me, but I had a better subject to study, Mr. Martinez.I thought he was gonna drag me to his bed and rail me like a caveman. Instead? He made me sit in a chair like some bad student. I swear, what is it with men and chairs? I had gone over to his place to be punished, and instead, he just sat me down and stayed with me for like forever.Well, I'll admit it worked because the more I sat there before the tall man with the stern look on his face, the wetter I got.Then he started talking, and the floodgates opened."You like spreading your legs for my son and his idiot friends?”Excuse me? My whole face went red, but my pussy clenched so hard, I almost started humping the chair.Mr Martinez may have th
Eric was asleep, and Ethan stood by the doorway trying to steady himself. He had practically fucked her on the couch like a madman, but then Eric woke up, and he couldn't have her anymore. His son was important.But it only made him yearn so badly for her. Fuck, Poppy probably hadn't realised he was an insatiable bastard yet, and she would run for the hills when she learned of his dirty desires. She walked out of Eric's room, and he held his breath until she closed the door. Her eyes met his, sucker punching him in the gut with that seductive look."Hey," She whispered, and that word was enough to set his cock ablaze.He held up his silk tie.“Give me your wrists.”For a moment, she hesitated. Then, shyly, she lifted her hands. The second she did, he bound her wrists together, firm
Ethan wasn’t supposed to be home this early. The meeting had been endless, yet they stopped by four, and he had wasted two more hours at a bar, trying to waste time and perhaps forget the redhead nanny in his home.After what happened in the bathroom, he had felt ashamed of himself and reminded him of all the reasons why he shouldn't fuck Poppy, despite badly wanting to.All the frustration and aching need hit him when he walked into his home and saw her.Poppy was curled on the sofa in a loose cardigan and shorts, reading. Eric must have fallen asleep, and Ethan hoped his son had because he was getting mesmerised by her long, sexy legs and the way her hair spilt down her shoulders, soft, messy. His cock lurched when he saw the swell of her breasts through her top and remembered how deliciously naked they had looked.The look on her face was his undoing. He







