FAZER LOGINThe next day, I almost didn’t go back.
But I needed the money too badly, and no matter how much I hated it, I told myself I could endure the insult.I stood outside the big modern house for a full five minutes, debating whether this job was worth the risk. My rent was due soon, my car needed repairs, and the money was good. But Alex was becoming a problem.I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.Alex opened the door himself. He was wearing a loose black t-shirt and gray swI couldn’t stop shaking.Even after Ethan left the room, I lay there on the guest bed, legs still spread, his thick cum slowly leaking out of my pussy and soaking the sheets beneath me.My body felt ruined in the best and worst way possible.I had just been fucked awake by my sister’s boyfriend.And I had come hard twice.The guilt crashed over me like a wave, but underneath it was something darker. Something hot and addictive.I could still feel him inside me. The stretch. The depth. I touched myself gently between my legs. My pussy was swollen, sensitive, and dripping with Ethan’s load. The moment my fingers brushed my clit, a spark of pleasure shot through me again.I hated how much I liked it.I forced myself to get up, took a long shower, and tried to wash away the evidence. But no matter how hard I scrubbed, I couldn’t wash away the memory of waking up with his dick already buried deep inside me.The rest of the day passed in a blur.
~ Mary’s pov ~The taxi dropped me off in front of a neat two-bedroom apartment on the quiet side of town. My suitcase felt heavier than it should have. I was only staying for a week, but after my parents suddenly left for a work trip, my older sister Chloe had insisted I come stay with her and her boyfriend instead of being home alone.I rang the doorbell.Chloe opened the door with a big smile and immediately pulled me into a tight hug.“Mary! You made it! Please come in, come in.”Behind her stood a guy I had never met before, but I guess that’s her boyfriend, Ethan.He was tall, with messy hair, warm brown eyes, and an easy, friendly smile. Cute. The kind of cute that made my stomach do a small flip even though I knew I shouldn’t notice.“Hey, I’m Ethan,” he said, stepping forward to take my suitcase. “Nice to finally meet you. Chloe talks about you all the time.”His voice was deep and smooth. When he smiled at me, his eyes crinkled at the corner
I woke up to the soft sound of rain tapping against the window.Maya was still asleep beside me, her body curled into mine. The sheet had slipped down to her waist, leaving her back and that incredible ass completely bare. Even in the gray morning light, it looked perfect … round, full, smooth brown skin with the faint red marks my hands had left the night before.My cock stirred instantly.Last night had been intense. We’d fucked twice more after the first time — once with her riding me slow and deep on the couch, once with her bent over the kitchen counter while I took her from behind, gripping that big ass hard as I came inside her again.Now, in the quiet morning, she looked peaceful. But I was already hard, pressed against the soft curve of her ass.I couldn’t resist.I slid my hand over her hip, cupping one heavy cheek. She stirred but didn’t wake. I squeezed gently, then let my fingers slip between her thighs.She was still wet from last night. My
Two days later, I couldn’t stay away anymore.It was Friday night. I had tried to distract myself with gym, beers with friends, even a cold shower, but nothing worked. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Maya’s big, round ass in those tiny denim shorts. The way her tank top had clung to her full breasts. The way she had hugged me a little too long.At 9:30 p.m., I grabbed a bottle of red wine and went downstairs.I knocked on her door.She opened it wearing an oversized t-shirt that barely reached mid-thigh. Her nipples were faintly visible through the thin fabric. Her hair was messy, like she’d been relaxing.“Damien,” she said, surprised but smiling. “Hey.”“I brought wine,” I said, holding up the bottle. “Thought you might want company while you finish unpacking.”She bit her lip, eyes flicking over me. “Come in.”The apartment was mostly organized now. Soft music played from her phone. Only a few boxes remained in the corner.We sat on the couc
~ Damien ~I was on my balcony, beer in hand, when the moving truck pulled into the compound.It was late afternoon, the sun already turning golden. I lived on the third floor of a quiet apartment building — nothing fancy, but peaceful. Most tenants kept to themselves and we all liked it that way.Then she stepped out of the truck.She was wearing tight black leggings and a simple white tank top. The leggings did nothing to hide her body… especially her ass. It was big, round, and perfectly shaped, the kind that moved with every step she took. Heavy but firm, swaying naturally as she directed the movers. Her waist was small, giving her that dangerous hourglass figure. Her breast were full too, pressing against the thin fabric of her top.I couldn’t look away.She had long dark hair tied in a messy ponytail, smooth brown skin, and full lips. She looked to be in her mid-twenties. Confident. Sexy without trying.The movers carried boxes into the empty apartm
~ Vale ~It was 11: 35 p.m. and the entire 28th floor was dark except for the light spilling from my corner office.I leaned back in my leather chair, rubbing my eyes. Another deal closed. Another mountain of paperwork that only one person could handle without making mistakes.My PA, Liam.He was still here, of course. He always was.I watched through the glass wall as Liam moved between the printer and his desk. He was 26, tall and lean with sharp cheekbones, messy dark hair that always looked like he’d run his hands through it too many times, and those quiet, intelligent eyes that noticed everything.He had been my personal assistant for eight months. Efficient. Loyal. Never complained. Never crossed any lines.Until tonight.I pressed the intercom button.“Liam. Come in here.”A moment later he stepped into my office, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, the top two buttons of his shirt undone. A faint sheen of sweat glistened on his collarbone







