Tiffany's Desire

TIFFANY'S POV I bit my lower lips to restrict myself from screaming but who am I trying to deceive pleasure? 'Oh, yeah!'. With my grip tight on its handle, I make the dildo vibrate as I explore myself. I can say I am selfish but I have never been satisfied, not when I am just coming back from Joe, my boyfriend's house about an hour ago and I still find myself doing this. You can keep calling me a bad girl but I like it, I like the fact that I had to sneak in after my stepfather had told me to come back before 11 O'clock or stay home. Bet you can't tell a horny girl to stay in one place, can you try? Slowly, I caress my clit with the sex toy, dammmmmn. I have always wanted this, from a capable person and not from someone who is just hot, has a good size of dick, and still does not know how to use it. I spread my legs wide open as I lick the four long fingers of my left palm and rubbed them on the opening of my body. At this point, it's not really necessary

Getting ready in a black blouse and a pink short flare skirt, I walked into the car to wait for Luciano. I still can't believe Enzo had paid for all this shit for me. Even if he doesn't trust me about having lots of sex and getting pregnant, he should have remembered that I am not a child anymore. "Damn, I hate him so much!". I hate him so much that I want to do something stupid. I want to steal all his money, find what he is hiding in his private room and run away. It's been over thirty minutes and Luciano is still in his father's private room, the room he will never let me enter. A year ago, I tried to sneak into the room but before I could get to the door I received a call from Enzo. That creepy man was watching all my moves just like his son...wait a minute. "Better not". I shook my head as strap the seat belt around my waist in the front seat. Better not be that my stepbrother saw what I was doing this morning. "oh shit" I slapped my forehead "Th

My heart skipped a beat and almost exploded, this can't be real, not when this dude in front of me is pointing a gun at me. I know I need to do something but my blank head is still blank. 'I am done!'. I know I will die, I know that for sure. My social media live has refused to load, no network bar at all and that freaks me out the more. "My Dad has money" I sniffed "Just tell me he is fine and I will take you to where he has his money" I raised both hands in the air "Please I don't want to die. Not yet". Each step the man take brings me more to my doom, taking days of life off me. In fact, I could no longer feel my heart in my chest again but somewhere around my stomach. The closer he comes, the more I see things I couldn't see from far, a familiar tattoo. Damn this man look so young, maybe in his mid-twenties. My mind refused to pay attention to the tattoo because anyone might want to draw an ace on the left side of his neck. "Just like the pictures," The man said, "Damn! Mas

That felt relieving to punch him in the balls with my other hand. Well, we didn't see that coming and at least, he let go of my hand as he bent down as if going to go on one knee but didn't. Seizing that opportunity, I dash off. I had no idea where I was or where I would go but I think it is better than being with someone acting strange as if he wants to sell me out or something. I have heard stories of the Italian mafia and how they sell people especially girls but this one? He can be my stepbrother which I really doubt is the reason I should trust him. No freaking way! The main reason I suddenly became scared of him was after watching him kill those men back at the house, one thing is certain. He would be tempted to just point a gun to my forehead and blow it off so that gave me every reason to run faster. I didn't know why I forgot to look back all this while but I bet looking back became a mistake. No sign of Luciano at all, all that was there was one of the bags he had c

This can’t be happening! Well, it is because nothing else can explain why I would be in a room for two days only to have my stepbrother bring me different food daily and put me to sleep. I would want to tell him, that I am no longer a child but…that asshole gets his way.The annoying cheers from the men outside kept me awake for who knows long. I can’t tell what time it is but for sure, it’s already late. Late than having a bottle of water and pizza because I asked for a pizza with pineapple.“They can be so silly at the time,” I told myself.Call me silly, but I already started a conversation with myself, planning on how to escape my insane brother. Frankly, I will say he has lots of problems with just coming, watching me eat, taking pictures of me, and walking out. Not anymore, I will let him know that I have other sides of me that he shouldn’t mess with.Watching the dry leftover pizza, I shed a single tear, not because I was sad, but because I love pizza, and giving me a dry one i