Se connecterAlice.My pussy still ached from the plug when we left for the airport. We were in the car, heading to pick up Mom. Every bump in the road made me press my thighs together. Dominic drove with one hand the other rested on my thigh.Dominic had told me an hour earlier to remove the plug, I locked myself in the bathroom, pulled it out, and took a shower under cold water while my legs trembled. The empty feeling left me restless.After an hour… we are in his car. He didn’t look at me. Mom’s flight was on time. He parked, we walked inside, and waited near the arrivals gate.She came through the doors pulling a small suitcase, smiling like ever. “Alice! Dommy!”I hugged her first. She smelled of same perfume she always sprayed. “Hey, Mommy. How was your trip?”“So fucking exhausting,” she said, squeezing me tight. “But I’m so glad to be back. Ony God knows how much I missed you both.”Dominic took her suitcase. “You can continue with the mother daughter talk when we get home. And honey,
Alice.I woke up with my heart already pounding. Sunlight cut through the curtains in my room, but all I could think about was that low laughter from his bedroom last night.He had heard me moaning his name like a needy girl while I came thinking about my own stepfather.My face burned as I pulled on a thin white tank top and shorts he had bought for me on my last birthday. Part of me wanted to hide in my room all day. The other part, the wet, aching part, kept screaming for him to do something.The house smelled of coffee when I walked into the kitchen on shaky legs. He was already standing by the counter in gray sweatpants and a tight black t-shirt that showed every detail of his muscles.His hair was messy, like he hadn’t slept much either. He looked up and his blue eyes locked on me. No smile this time…Just that dark look I didn’t have a name for, or maybe a ravenous look.“Morning, my angel,” he said with a rough voice. “Do you sleep well?”I couldn’t look into his eyes.“Yeah… I
Alice.I couldn’t believe I was back in this devil’s house. The man I hated the most. The foolish useless man who bossed me around. The idiot who walked like he owned the whole world.The monster whom my mom called her husband.I slammed the front door behind me, my large bag dropping to the marble floor with a heavy thud.This house didn’t feel like a home anymore. I was nineteen when I dropped out of college after one stupid fucking semester, I had been staying with a friend, pissed away my savings on stupid damn parties, and walked back here with nothing but a handful of wrinkled clothes, almost like rags and a gaunt face.Mom was on a two-month business trip. Just me and Dominic. My bossy big-head stepfather. I wondered why Mom chose him of all men. He had always been an asshole.The house smelled like him, with that expensive cologne that never failed to make my heart race. I kicked my sneakers off and walked down to the kitchen, craving a snack before I had to face him. As I rou
Dionne. Six months had gone by since Aunt Jane’s death. Her loss hung in the air of the house like a cloud; a stark reminder of the bay between the outward lives that we showed everyone and the life that we lived behind the closed doors. Even though for months I’d been having sex with her husband; a clear act of betraying her confidence; I never once wanted her gone. Six months ago, Aunt Jane had been hit by a car on her way to work. She was rushed to the hospital, but unfortunately, she died after 3 days. Her death changed the household and nothing had been the same. After her death, Uncle and John moved in with us and we all became one big complicated family living together. To the world; we seemed like a family in grief trying to lean on one another for support, but on the inside, the house had turned into a boiling hot pressure cooker filled with hidden desires. For the past six months, I’d been skillfully playing an extremely dangerous game, offering myself to three men in t
Dionne. Without any further conversation, I reached over with my hands and covered the shape of his cock through his trousers. After a few minutes of feeling his hardness, I finally unzipped him. I took his cock out, the sight of it in the dim car light making my heart skip, as I started stroking him up and down. I didn't wait for him to ask. I lay down across the leather car seat, my head on his lap, and started giving him a blowjob. I have missed this cock so much. After the raw, wild energy John had brought, there was something about the practiced, dominant weight of Robert that grounded me. I continue moving my mouth up and down his cock. My tongue swirled around its head. “Good girl, suck me hard babyyyy, yesss deeper.” His voice was vibrating through his thigh into my cheeks. “How deep do you want to go, Robert,” I asked, while looking up at him with a teasing expression, the head still resting against my lips. “Till you lose your mind babe,” he groaned, his eyes were
DionneThe sound of the frantic knock erupted from the door like a gunshot, shattering the moment. My heart stopped.“Doll? John? Is everything alright there?” Robert’s voice roared from the hallway.“Doll, it’s 4:45. We need to leave. Open this door.”John froze, still buried deep inside me, the bed still vibrating from our last hit. My eyes went wide with terror; my breath hitched. Robert was just inches away, and if he walked in now, the life we knew—and the secrets we kept—would be over in a heartbeat. Robert knocked on the door again.The thrill was a live wire sparkling through my mind. John refused to pull out of me; his eyes were wide and glazed with an obsessive hunger that ignored the danger outside the door.I begged him silently to stop, my eyes pleading as I felt Robert’s presence inches away from us. But John wouldn’t listen; he kept fucking me like a mad, hungry wolf, his breath coming in silent, ragged gasps.“Open the door, Doll,” Robert’s voice was like a low rumble







