MasukI couldn't even find the words. I just stared, shaking my head dumbly."I figured," she murmured, her eyes shimmering. "I've always had a thing for the 'straight' ones. Now, stop staring and come see what you've been missing."She let the shirt slip open, and I realized the clothes hadn't even done her justice. Her breasts were flawless, the same rich, deep brown as her skin, topped with dark, prominent nipples. Her areolae had a beautiful, speckled pattern that was totally different from my own. Her nipples were hard, and the one on her left side had a piercing that made my pussy throb instantly. I had walked into this building thinking I was straight, but seeing that metal glinting against her skin turned me on more than anything I'd ever experienced.Before I knew it, we were on the floor. I was lying back on the thick carpet with Debby looming over me, her breasts dangling just inches from my face. She didn't ask; she commanded me to take them. I didn't hesitate. I lunged forwa
The scent hit me before I even saw her—a heavy blend of dark fruit and something warm and musky that went straight to my blood."You're shaking, Cheryl," a voice murmured. It was smooth and thick, like velvet.I blinked, realizing I was leaning over a mahogany desk. I was staring at my resume, but the words had become a blur of black ink on white paper. Beside me stood Debby, the secretary here at Parallax where I came for job interview. She wore a grey suit that clung to her curves, and her deep, mahogany skin glowed under the office lights. I felt ghostly beside her. My own pale skin felt exposed, and my blonde hair—pulled back in a hasty ponytail—felt childish compared to the beautiful, intricate braids that framed her face.I tried to pull away, but my legs felt heavy. I was trapped by her golden-brown eyes. They didn't just look at me; they seemed to read every secret I had ever tried to hide."I'm just... nervous," I lied. My voice sounded small and breathless."Are you?" Deb
I had been talking to Judy for a long time, but meeting her in person felt completely different. When she opened her door, the look in her blue eyes immediately made me feel like I was exactly where I was supposed to be. She gave me a smile that felt like an invitation, and before I knew it, she was pulling me inside for a hug that felt more like a claim than a greeting.We spent the afternoon on her sofa, ignoring everything else. We didn't just talk; we shared secrets. I told her about the rebellious things I did in high school and the girls I had secretly crushed on, while she told me about the thrill of her first real attraction to a woman.As we spoke, I couldn't stop watching her lips. I wondered if she knew that I was imagining what it would feel like to kiss her, and every time our skin brushed, I felt a jolt of electricity.By the time we decided to go out for dinner, the tension was almost unbearable. Judy drove us to a local grill, and she drove fast, which only made the
As she spoke, she reached down with her red-painted nails and slowly unbuttoned her skirt.My breath hitched. I knew I should have stopped her. I knew this was a betrayal of everything I had with Leo. But as I watched her fingers slide down the zipper, all I could think about was how much I wanted to see what was underneath.With a slow, teasing wiggle of her hips, she pushed the grey skirt down. It slid over her generous curves and glided down her nylon thighs until it hit the floor. She stepped out of the fabric, standing there in her white blouse and shimmering stockings. "Oh my fucking god," I thought, my eyes wide. I was terrified, but I had never wanted anything more in my life.The room was vibrating with a loud, electric hum. Diana had been using a vibrator, and when she finally clicked it off, the silence that followed was thick with lust. She lay there, legs sprawled wide, her pussy glistening and spent.She pushed herself up on her elbows, her hair a wild mess and her fac
I never thought I’d be the one to betray my boyfriend, and I certainly never thought I’d do it with his mother. But looking back, the tension had been building for months.I had started dating Leo about a year ago. He was sweet, but always a bit hesitant, as if he were constantly seeking approval from someone else. That someone was Diana. From the first time I met her, I felt her eyes on me—not the kind of look a mother gives a daughter-in-law, but a heavy, scanning gaze that felt like she was undressing me. At first, I thought I was imagining it. Diana was sophisticated and poised, the kind of woman who seemed to have everything under control. But during our family dinners, I’d catch her watching me sip my wine or adjust my dress, her expression unreadable but intense. I remember one night she had reached over to "fix" my collar, and her fingers had lingered just a second too long against my skin. It sent a shiver down my spine that I couldn't explain.By the time I got a job at t
I stood in the doorway of the bedroom, letting the bright light and the noise wash over me. I held Derek’s gaze, my dirty smile not wavering. I saw the moment his eyes traveled down my body, taking in the ripped seam on my hip, the smudges on my thighs, the absolute disarray of me. He saw the bride peeking out from behind me, her dress barely on, her face glowing.His own face went through a journey. The lingering arrogance from his lap dance melted into shock, then into a deep, gut-punching understanding. He set his drink down slowly and started walking toward me, cutting through the crowd of tipsy women.He reached me just as I took a step into the main room. He tried to take my arm. “Kristy, listen—”I shook him off. “Don’t touch me,” I said, my voice low but clear. It wasn’t a shout. It was colder. “You don’t get to touch me right now.”The women nearby had gone quiet, sensing the drama. The music still played, but the mood had shifted.“I’m sorry,” he blurted out, his voice stra
“Fuck, you're such a cumslut!” Terry hissed as she grabbed my hair and pulled it hard. I wanted to protest, but her fingers crammed in my pussy, working their magic. Moans replaced my words, rising to a crescendo as she grinds her thumb over my clit harder. “Nice shot,” Professor Xander clapped.
I glanced up at the clock on the classroom wall and gave my desk a couple of sharp raps with the butt end of my ruler, quickly bringing my fifth-period Human Sexuality and Family Planning class to order.This was my first class in this school since my transfer last week, and hell has been happening
It had been almost three weeks since Beatrice and I started sinning together. Every few nights she would sneak into my room after lights out, or I would go to hers. We didn’t even pretend it was just “comforting” each other anymore.We were fucking. Plain and simple.Two horny nuns rutting like ani
I am Sister Mary, thirty-five years old, and until recently I had never known the touch of another person, let alone a man. I had taken my vows as a virgin and believed I would remain one forever.But something had been stirring inside me for months.The dreams started innocently enough—soft kisses







