MasukHe pushed back in, deeper this time, so deep that I choked, my throat constricting around him as my eyes watered. But he didn’t stop. He didn’t care. His hand was on the back of my head now, guiding me, forcing me to take more, to surrender completely to his pace. My jaw ached, but I didn’t care. I moaned, loving the stretch, the sheer, unadulterated wrongness of it all. He was my father-in-law. I was on my knees. He was fucking my mouth. And I was in heaven. He moaned in response, a low, vibrating sound that was my undoing. “Serena, your mouth,” he hissed, dragging his cock out slowly, watching with a hypnotised gaze as a thick strand of spit connected us. “You were made for this. Fuck.” My father-in-law was praising me, and the sound of my name on his lips, spoken in that tone of utter reverence and depravity, made my pussy drip even more, my thighs becoming slick with my own arousal. He bent slightly, his free hand sliding down my spine, a path of fire that left me trembli
SERENA.I froze. For a single, heart-stopping moment, I was convinced my own dirty, perverted mind had warped reality, that my desperate fantasies had bled into my hearing and twisted his words into something filthier, more potent than they actually were. But no.His voice, a low, commanding growl, sliced through the thick silence of the room, each word a deliberate, damning stroke.“Crawl the fuck to me. Right here. And take this huge cock into your mouth like a fucking good girl.”I hitched a breath so sharp it felt like swallowing glass. There he was, my father-in-law, a man I had only ever seen in tailored suits and stony expressions, now standing before me as a primal god. His command hung in the air, a challenge and a promise, while his hand was wrapped around the source of my every secret obsession. His thick, large, veiny cock. The one I had only ever seen in the grainy, stolen images of my fantasies was real. It was solid, it was heavy, and a glistening bead of precum dri
I tried ignoring her. I tried pretending she didn’t exist, that she was just a piece of furniture, a pretty ornament in my son’s life. But it was no use. She was an infection, and I was a willing host. I started taking pictures of her secretly. The security cameras I’d had installed for “protection” became my private peepshow. I had footage of her sunbathing by the pool, her skin glistening with oil. I had clips of her sneaking into the kitchen late at night, completely naked, drinking a glass of water like she owned the damn place. I would replay them in the dead of night, taking screenshots, zooming in until the pixels blurred, committing every curve, every shadow, every forbidden inch of her to memory. I’d jerk off to those images, groaning her name into the suffocating darkness of my bedroom. She had become my favorite sin, the one I hated to commit but couldn’t resist, a secret addiction that was slowly eating me alive from the inside out. And now here she was. Not on a scree
Dominic: The view of the road wasn’t clear for me as I drove, the rain pelted against the windshield like a thousand tiny, angry fists, each one trying to shatter the glass and drown me in the storm outside. But it didn’t matter. The storm inside my own head was far more violent. I couldn’t care less about the blurred lines of yellow and white, about the other idiots on the road who actually had the luxury of paying attention. My focus was a singular, burning point of rage, and its name was Paul. That motherfucker son of mine couldn’t do one single goddamn thing right, not one, and today of all days, he chose to amplify his incompetence to an art form. He couldn’t pick up his fucking phone for once in his miserable, pointless existence. "I snarled." A guttural sound tore from my throat as I slammed my fist against the steering wheel. The leather groaned under the impact, a pathetic echo of the fury churning in my gut. The car surged forward, my foot heavy on the accelerator, bli
I sat on the edge of the bed for a long moment completely naked and exposed, the cool air of the room raising goosebumps on my skin. The sounds of the rain outside were a steady, mournful drumming against the window. The dim light from the bedside lamp cast long, dancing shadows across the room, making it feel like a stage. And I was the sole performer, waiting for an audience that never arrived. A decision crystallised in my mind, sharp and clear as ice. If Paul wasn’t going to come to me, then I would go to him. I would meet him at the door. I would make it impossible for him not to notice me. I would give him a vision he couldn’t ignore, a welcome home he would never forget. What would be more shocking, more undeniable, than me with nothing on? So I walked out of the bedroom and went to the parlour, the large, open space that was the heart of our sterile home. I grabbed the towel I’d discarded, not to wrap it around myself for modesty, but to carry it like a prop. My body was sti
I bit my lip, hard, tasting my blood as I imagined his deep, rumbling his voice behind me. Keep moaning for Daddy, princess. You know you want to, so just let it out, princess. "And I did. I let go completely." The orgasm crashed through me, a violent, shattering wave that stole my breath. I came so hard, gasping and crying out into the echoing confines of the shower. My legs buckled, and pleasure, sharp and overwhelming ran through me like lightning. This. This was something my husband could never do. My thighs shook uncontrollably, my fingers freezing against my clit as my body pulsed and pulsed. My mouth was open in a silent, desperate cry for Daddy. My heart raced against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat. Water slid over my skin, slick and sinful, just like this secret had always been. Just like my marriage had become. I didn’t care how wrong it was. I didn’t care that he was Paul’s father, that this was a betrayal on every conceivable level. He made me feel something other than
His fingers that had been inside me now wrap around his dick, stroking up and down. I licked my lips watching him as he groaned. His cock, which had been flaccid just a few minutes ago, is now very much awake and wanting some more. I watched as he worked his hand up and down that length while I gri
He kissed me hard, a desperate and claiming kiss. His tongue demanded entry, sweeping through my mouth with a hunger that matched my own. I had wanted this for so long, a secret fantasy I'd kept hidden. I kissed him back, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. I felt his hand move, a ro
"It was twelve," I said aloud, checking the glowing red digits on the clock face. "So, let's turn in." "Okay, Auntie, I will get going to my room now." "What do you mean, your room? You're spending the night in my room. You're sleeping in my bed." I didn't miss a beat, my voice firm but low,
I was sitting in my office feeling utterly tired and drained. With only a few minutes left before closing time, I can't wait for the day to be over. As soon as the clock struck, I signed out quickly and drove straight home without stopping anywhere. "I got home in no time."With so much tirednes







