LOGINEthan went home dejected. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Mrs. Marlowe’s cool smile, her sharp voice, her eyes locked on his cock as he spilt across her expensive rug with nothing but shame and pleasure burning through him.
By the next afternoon, he was back at her home, crazy with need and wishing she would just touch him.
When she opened the door, she had just a robe draped over her curves again, and it was not tied this time. He could see the thin line of hair that led to her pussy, and his knees nearly buckled.
Jesus, did she wear nothing but robes at home?
“How may I help you, Ethan?"
There was that wicked gleam in her eyes that told him she enjoyed his suffering very much.
He swallowed, throat dry. “Please. I can’t stop thinking about it. About you,” He broke off, heat flooding his face
Mary Ann had always been a doe-eyed beauty, but she wasn’t some shy little lamb; she was twenty-five, for goodness’ sake and knew exactly what she wanted.What she wanted was Georgie, the ranch’s stallion of a man. Her daddy would pass out if he ever found out, though.Mary Ann spied on him more often than she cared to admit, like when he worked shirtless in the fields, split logs, or after a long day. He was tall, huge, and tann; she just wanted to be in those arms.That hot afternoon, though, she got a little reckless, slipping into the barn to watch him bathe after taking the horses for a ride.Georgie’s head lifted the moment he felt her eyes on him. His gaze snapped to where she stood half-hidden behind the stall.“Mary Ann.” He snarled. “What in God’s name are you doin’ here?”She froze, caught, but her feet wouldn’t move.
Bambi's pov“Don’t stop,” I pant, drooling and shaking. “Keep using my ass, oh yes, yes, fill me up, all of you!”I was lost in all the haze until I noticed one man with the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. He sits himself on a chair, jerking his length slowly, watching me with a lewd grin. He crooks a finger at me. “On me, slut. Show everyone how that cunt can ride.”"Oh fuck, that dick is nasty!" A guy yelled, and they all wanted to see me ride it. Nasty bastards.Hands grab me, lifting me off the floor, carrying me to him. They set me down, straddling his lap.My pussy lips stretch wide as he eases his monstrous dick inside, and I scream my head off as I take him completely.“Ohhh fuck, it’s so deep!”The me holler around me.
Bambi's povThe guy in front of me groans, hips jerking. Oh, he would come soon. I swallow him down again, sucking greedily, making a show of it for the security guard. I gag, moan, and bob faster.“Stop that, stand up right now!” the guard orders, trying to sound stern. But I can see it. The bulge straining at his belt, growing harder by the second.I hum around the cock in my mouth, eyes locked on the guard’s swelling crotch, sucking even filthier. I want him to hear how wet, how slutty I can be. My cheeks hollow, spit strings between my lips and his shaft, and then-“F-fuck!” the guy whimpers, shoving deep. His cock erupts in my throat, hot and messy, cum spilling out the sides of my mouth.I pull back, slurping every drop. “Mmm… yummy.” I drag my tongue across my lips just for the guard. “See? No
Bambi's povI strut into the food court, my personal hunting ground, my little skirt barely covering my ass, my top practically see-through. Every man pretends not to stare, but I see them. I feel their eyes.Tasha had dared that I couldn't get cocks to suck at the mall, and who was I to refuse standing up to a dare? I'd told her I would get at least five men to let me suck their dicks, and she hadn't believed me, so here I go proving her wrong.One guy’s alone, shoving fries into his mouth while sneaking glances at my tits.Jackpot.I swing my hips right over to his table, lean on it like I’m about to ask for ketchup, then slowly slide down onto my knees.He nearly chokes on his drink. “W-what are you...”I put a finger to my lips, grinning wickedly at him, then trail that sam
BENEDICTA'S POV"You dare use such filthy words on the altar?!" He bellowed, and with one brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside me. "You deserve punishment for your sins!"I cried out, clutching the altar for balance as he slammed down on me, filling me, stretching me with his cock. Each thrust rocked me against the wood. Water still streamed down my back from my soaked hair, mixing with sweat as he pounded into me.“Feel that?” he snarled, hips slamming against me. “Every stroke is cleansing you. Every inch of me purifying your wicked little cunt.”"Yes, sir Francis," I moaned. "Cleanse me. Oh yes,"My moans filled the chamber. He grabbed the basin again, tipping it over me so cold water cascaded down my chest, dripping over my breasts as he drove deeper.“Yes…” he groaned, watching
BENEDICTA'S POVI thought I was alone in the church; everyone else had gone after choir rehearsal. My skirt was bunched up, my hand pressed between my thighs as I fucked myself with a finger. I had been imagining him, our choir master, Francis, watching me, telling me I was a wicked girl.Then I got really caught by him.“On your knees, Benedícta,” his low voice jolted me, and I squealed, covering my skirts quickly. “What a filthy little lamb you are. Touching yourself in the Lord’s house.”Shame burned my cheeks, but my body burned with heat. My knees slid onto the worn carpet automatically, head bowed.Francis stepped closer, the scent of incense and his cologne wrapping around me. “You come here to sing praises, yet you spread your legs like a harlot. Is this how you worship?”







