MasukThe next morning I woke up with Elena’s taste still on my tongue and the memory of her cum-soaked pussy clenched around my cock. I couldn’t focus on anything. Not classes, not deliveries, not even the fact that I had just fucked a married woman raw in her own bed while her husband was at work. All I could think about was her, and the way she begged, and the way she squirted when I called her a cheating whore, the way she had smiled when my cum leaked out of her. My phone buzzed at 2:17 p.m. **Elena:** "" "Same order as yesterday. Come straight to the back door. Husband is gone until 8. Don’t make me wait."" "" My cock was hard before I even finished reading the text. I loaded the bag and drove to her house fast as I could. The second I pulled into the driveway, the back door opened. Elena stood there in nothing but a tiny black thong and one of her husband’s dress shirts, unbuttoned all the way. Her heavy tits were completely exposed, nipples already stiff. Her eyes wer
*3 days later. Three days later, her name popped up on my delivery app again. Same address. Same big order. Two bottles of red wine, sushi, and a few other things. My cock was already getting hard before I even left the warehouse. I pulled into her driveway a little after five. The sun was still up, but the neighborhood was quiet. I grabbed the bag and walked straight to the door, with my heart already pounding, knowing exactly what's gonna happen. She opened the door before I could even knock. Elena was standing there in a short black silk robe that barely reached the top of her thighs. It was tied so loosely that the front hung open, showing the full inner curves of her heavy breasts and a glimpse of her smooth, shaved pussy. Her nipples were already hard. She didn’t say hello. She grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me inside, slamming the door shut behind me. “Finally,” she breathed, pushing me against the wall. “I’ve been wet all day waiting for you.” Her mo
I couldn’t stop thinking about her. All week -- every time I closed my eyes, I saw Elena leaning in that doorway and her robe slipping open, that dark nipple hardening in the cool air. The way she had looked at me. The way she had touched my arm and told me she was usually home alone. What the heck did she mean? But I told myself it was just a one-time tease. Rich married woman bored out of her mind, flirting with the delivery guy for a thrill. Nothing more. Then, three days later, her name popped up on my delivery app again. Same address,ofc,Same big order — two bottles of expensive red wine, sushi, and a few other things. My shift was almost over, but I took it anyway. My cock was already half-hard by the time I pulled into her driveway. I grabbed the bag and walked up to the door, my heart already beating fast I rang the bell. This time she answered almost immediately. Elena stood there in the same cream robe, but it was tied even looser than before. The neckline had f
I pulled up to the big house on Maple Ridge Drive a little after six, the last delivery of a long, exhausting shift. My back was aching from hauling boxes in and out of the van all day, and all I wanted was to drop this order off and head home to crash. The house was one of those nice suburban ones -- big driveway, perfectly trimmed lawn, the kind of place that screamed money🤑. I’d been here a few times before, dropping off groceries or takeout for the same particular woman. Elena. She was always home when I came by. Her husband, some big executive guy, was never around. I grabbed the paper bag from the passenger seat and walked up the front steps. I rang the bell and waited, shifting the bag from one hand to the other. The door opened a few seconds later. Elena stood there in a silky cream-colored robe that looked way too thin for the cool evening air. It was tied loosely at the waist, and the way it draped over her body made it obvious she wasn’t wearing much, if anythi
After that night on his desk, everything changed. The “tutoring sessions” stopped being about calculus entirely. They became steamy, dirty, and completely addictive. I started showing up to every lesson with no panties, my pussy already wet and aching before I even knocked on his door. Ryan didn’t bother pretending anymore. The second the door locked behind me, he would grab me, push me against the wall, or bend me over the desk, and use me like I was his personal fucktoy. One lesson when he had me bent over the desk again, skirt flipped up, while he fucked me from behind so hard the entire desk shook. He kept one hand fisted in my hair and the other spanking my ass red while he slammed into me. “You’re not my student anymore,” he growled, buried deep inside me, his cock stretching me wider. “You’re my little fucktoy. Say it.” “I’m your little fucktoy,” I moaned, pushing back against him desperately. “Use me… please…” He fucked me harder, his hips slapping loudly against my ass,
I showed up for the next lesson wearing the shortest skirt I could find and nothing underneath - I knew what I was looking for today.. My heart was pounding the whole walk over. I kept telling myself I was crazy, that I should turn around and go home but I wouldn't listen. I knocked on Ryan’s door with shaky hands, my pussy already wet just from thinking about what might happen. He opened the door and his eyes dropped straight to my legs. The look on his face changed instantly. “You’re not wearing anything under that, are you?” he asked, voice low. I bit my lip and shook my head. He stepped aside. “Get in.” The second the door closed behind me, the air felt different, kind of thicker. He didn’t even pretend to start the lesson. He just pointed at the desk. “Bend over.” He ordered My legs felt weak as I walked over and leaned forward, resting my forearms on the wooden surface. My short skirt rode up immediately, exposing my bare ass and pussy to him. Ryan
Ava pulled her mouth off my cock with a wet pop, spit and precum dripping from her glossy lips down her chin. She looked up at me with those big blue eyes, breathing hard. “I want you to fuck me,” Before I could answer, she stood up and turned around, and tried to straddle me right there on
Ava didn’t pull away from the hug. Her arms stayed wrapped around my neck, her body pressed warmly against mine. The same electric spark I had felt with Riley hit me again, stronger this time but it was that same strange, intense feeling that made my stomach flip and my mind feel funny I shou
We stayed frozen on the floor for few terrifying seconds, my cock still buried inside her,cum slowly leaking out around us onto the carpet. Emily’s soft breathing continued from the bedroom like nothing had happened. Riley’s eyes were wide with panic. “Oh my God… Jake, we have to clean this up.
We were on the floor now. The couch was behind us, and Emily’s bedroom door still wide open just ten feet away. Riley was on her back on the carpet, and I was half on top of her. Our mouths were locked together in messy, desperate kisses. Every now 'n then one of us would pull back, breathing h







