LOGINAfter Uncle Damion said those words in the hallway — “You have no idea how dangerous it is for me to be alone with you right now” — the air in the house changed completely. He tried to fight it. For the next two days, he kept more distance. He spent more time working on his laptop in the guest room. He went for long runs in the morning. When we were together, he was polite, almost formal. But I could feel his eyes on me constantly — heavy, hungry, and full of conflict. I, on the other hand, couldn’t stop myself. I had wanted Uncle Damion for years. Ever since I was fourteen and started noticing how his presence made my body feel warm and tingly. Now that I was eighteen and we were completely alone, something inside me had awakened. I wanted him. Badly. So I started pushing. I wore the tiniest clothes possible around the house. A white baby tee that barely covered my breasts and showed my underboob when I reached up. Tiny pink shorts that rode up my ass every time I bent over. I
*New Collection My parents had been planning this trip for months now. It was their 20th anniversary,, it is going to be two full weeks in Greece, just the two of them. At first, they were hesitant to leave me behind. I’m only eighteen, and this is the biggest house we’ve ever lived in. But I kept telling them I’d be fine. I’m about to start college in the fall, after all. I’m not a kid anymore. But still, they didn’t want to take any chances. So three days ago, during dinner, Mom casually dropped the idea: “What if your Uncle Damion stays with you while we’re gone?” The moment she said his name, something flicked in my mind. Uncle Damion. He’s my dad’s younger brother, forty years old, tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp features and dark, intense eyes that always seem to see right through people--me to be specific. He’s been divorced for two years now, and ever since then, he’s carried this quiet, brooding energy that makes the whole place feel heavier whenever he’s
Lisa lay sprawled on her parents’ king-sized bed, legs still spread wide, pussy gaping and leaking a thick, creamy mess of four loads of cum. Her pussy a mess of cum and reckiness, her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath and her eyes highed from the weed, whiskey, and nonstop fucking. Vince stood at the foot of the bed, stroking his still-hard cock, looking down at her like she was nothing but a piece of meat. “We’re not done, sweetheart,” he said with a cruel smile. “The whole night belongs to us now. Every fucking hole. Understand?” Lisa could barely speak, but she nodded weakly. Ray grabbed her by the hair and yanked her up. “Say it, you little rich whore. Tell us whose holes these are tonight.” “They’re… yours,” she whispered hoarsely. Karl slapped her face leaving a red mark. “Louder!.” “They’re yours!” she cried out. Vince grinned. “Good girl. Now get on your back and spread those legs like the breeding slut you are.” They destroyed her for hours --
Vince pulled back from the kiss, his hand still gripping Lisa’s chin as he stared into her wide eyes.“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he repeated, voice low and rough. “We’ll make sure you enjoy paying the tip.”Before Lisa could respond, Ray suddenly stood up, grabbed the bottom of her thin tank top, and yanked it up over her head in one rough motion. Her full, bare breasts bounced free.“Fuck yes,” Ray growled, staring at her tits. “Look at these pretty young tits. Perfect.” He said with a winkLisa gasped and tried to cover herself, but Karl grabbed her wrists and pinned them behind her back. Vince wasted no time he hooked his thick fingers into the waistband of her tiny shorts and panties and pulled them down her legs, leaving her completely naked on the couch between the three older men.“Stand up,” Vince ordered.When she hesitated, Ray slapped her ass hard. “You heard him, girl. Up.”Lisa stood up, shaky legs, completely exposed. The three men looked her up and down she was the new
The joint was strong.Lisa could already feel it mixing with the edible she’d taken earlier, making her limbs feel heavy and her thoughts fuzzy around the edges. She giggled at something Ray said, even though it wasn’t that funny. And she honestly couldn't remember what he'd just saidVince leaned back on the large sectional couch, looking completely at home. “You got anything to drink in this big fancy house, sweetheart?”Lisa hesitated for a second, then nodded toward the kitchen. “There’s a minibar in the living room cabinet. My dad keeps it stocked.”Ray grinned and stood up. “Don’t mind if we do.”Before she could say anything, all three men were moving around her parents’ living room like they owned the place. Vince found the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of expensive whiskey. Karl grabbed glasses and Ray helped himself to ice from the freezer.They poured generous amounts and handed one to Lisa.“Come on, sit with us,” Vince said, patting the spot on the couch right between h
*2nd person POV*It was a little after 11 PM when Lisa finally hit “place order” on the app.She’d been home alone since Friday afternoon. Her parents were away for their anniversary trip in the Maldives, and the big suburban house felt way too quiet. After binge-watching two seasons of a show she didn’t even like, she got hungry… and a little bored. So she ordered a large pepperoni pizza and an eighth of weed from the same delivery service that everyone at college used.She didn’t bother changing. She was already comfortable in her tiny black cotton shorts that barely covered her ass and a thin white tank top with no bra underneath. Her long brown hair was thrown up in a messy bun, and she was barefoot on the cold marble floor.*An hour laterWhen the doorbell rang, she padded over and opened the door without thinking twice.Three men stood on the porch.The one in front was tall and broad with a thick beard and short dark hair — probably in his late forties. He was holding the piz







