MasukI couldn’t sleep.The sheets felt too cool against my overheated skin. Every time I closed my eyes I felt Hayden’s fingers again…thick, deliberate, curling inside me while he pinned me to the wall. The memory left me restless and aching. At half past midnight I gave up, pulled on the thin pink bikini I’d packed on a whim, and slipped out of my villa.The infinity pool glowed soft sea blue. Steam rose from the surface into the warm night air. No one else was around. Just the low sounds of the distant crash of waves.I stepped into the water.It was perfect…hot enough to loosen every tight muscle, deep enough that it came up to my chest when I stood in the shallow end. I swam a slow lap, then another, trying to quiet the restless heat still coiled between my legs. My nipples tightened against the thin triangles of the bikini top. The bottoms clung to me, already damp in a way that had nothing to do with the water.I was floating on my back, staring up at a sky full of stars, when I hea
I never expected my first ever real job to feel like walking into a trap.The office was beautiful… I’d spent four years grinding through internships and late-night study sessions for this exact opportunity, and now here I was…Julia Hart, junior associate, sitting at my own designated desk, it feels good. My blouse was a soft cream silk I’d ironed twice that morning. My pencil skirt hit just above the knee. Professional. Polished. Completely unprepared for the three men who ran my team.Team Leader Kane was the first one I noticed every time he walked past. He Had Dark hair, sharp jaw and eyes that you bring you to your knees. He didn’t smile much. When he did, it was brief, like he was rationing the expression. Director Seth was the opposite in every way that mattered…blond hair that always looked slightly tousled, a cool assessing gaze that made heat crawl up the back of my neck. And Manager Hayden… Hayden was the one who laughed. Brown hair, easy grin, the kind of charm that mad
Next morning Millie sat at the table in an oversized T-shirt that barely covered the tops of her thighs, she was bare underneath. The scent of coffee and scrambled eggs filled the air, but all she could smell was the lingering musky scent of Dante’s cum still sticky between her legs. She had barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes she felt the thick stretch of him in her ass, the way he had flooded her throat, the quiet command in his voice when he told her to wait on her hands and knees.Her mother moved around the stove in a robe, humming. “You look tired, honey. Late night?”Millie kept her eyes on her plate. “Didn’t sleep well.”Dante sat next to her in a black T-shirt and jeans, a coffee mug in one hand. Under the table his hand slid up the inside of her calf, higher, until his fingers pressed against the bare lips of her cunt. She jolted. Her mother turned with a plate of toast and didn’t notice. Dante’s expression never changed. He simply rubbed slow circles against her
Millie closed her bedroom door and stood in the dark, heart slamming against her ribs.. She peeled the soaked panties down her thighs and dropped them on the floor. Cool air kissed the wet folds of her cunt. She was still dripping from the glory wall, from the private room, and from the way Dante had looked at her in the parking lot like he already owned every hole she had offered strangers.She pulled a thin nightgown over her head. No bra. No panties. The fabric clung to the damp insides of her thighs. Her nipples peaked hard against the cotton. She should have locked the door. Instead she padded barefoot down the hall, past her mother’s closed door, and into the bathroom.Hot water thundered into the tub. Steam rose. Millie stepped in and sank until the water lapped at her collarbones. She closed her eyes and let her knees fall open. Two fingers found her clit immediately…swollen and slick even under the water. She circled it once, remembering the thick curve of the second cock t
Millie pushed through the sticky door of the adult shop, the air hitting her like a warm, oily slap. It smelled of cheap latex,and the metallic tang of coin-operated machines. Her pussy clenched the second the red lights flickered over the racks of dildos and hanging negligees. She told herself she only came for lotion. The bottle of warming gel sat heavy in her palm as she drifted past the glass cases, her fingers trailing over the plastic packaging of vibrating eggs and thick silicone cocks. Her nipples hardened under the thin cotton of her tank top. She shouldn’t be here again. Not after last weekend. But her thighs rubbed together with every step and the wetness was already soaking the crotch of her panties.The arcade section hummed with the low drone of porn videos. Screens glowed blue-white, showing close-ups of stretched holes and spurting dicks. Men hovered in the shadows, hands in pockets, eyes sliding over her body. Millie ignored them. She walked deeper, past the live-show
My body still shook from the first round when Ethan pulled me up by my wrists.“On your knees,” he said.I stayed on the bed a second longer just to be difficult. “Ask nicely.”He raised one brow. That dark look came back. “I don’t ask.”Jake laughed under his breath. Ryan and Tyler moved in closer, already hard again. The air in the room felt thick. Sweat and sex and the faint smell of the beer they had earlier.I slid off the mattress onto the carpet. My knees pressed into the soft rug. Four cocks pointed at me. Ethan’s still shiny from being inside me. Jake’s thicker. Tyler’s long and Ryan’s curved just a little.Ethan stepped forward first. He brushed the head of his cock across my lips. “Open up.”I obeyed. He pushed in deep, past my tongue, until I felt him at the base of my throat. I gagged out of reflex. He held me there for a second, then pulled back. Spit trailed from my mouth to his cock.“Still sharp-mouthed even like this,” he muttered.I pulled off just long enough to sa
I swallowed. “Riley, we can’t…”But my hips rocked forward against her thigh anyway. She smiled, slow and sure, and pressed harder. The seam of her shorts rubbed right against my aching spot. Sparks jumped between us. Her control felt total, and a secret part of me gave in.“Tell me to stop,” she b
I pushed the apartment door open. My keys jingled loud in the quiet hallway. Riley and I had shared this place for three years. We met in freshman year, two nervous girls who clicked instantly we helped each other out, laughed at the same dumb jokes, and huddled under one big hoodie when life felt
I moaned softly, legs trembling. “Professor… please. I need more.”He rose behind me, his big hands gripping my hips firmly. With surprising strength.Without saying a word, he grabbed my waist with both strong hands and lifted me like I weighed nothing. He sat me on the edge of his big mahogany des
Professor Kane’s voice filled the quiet office like a command that could not be ignored. “Now… lift your skirt and show me what you’ve been hiding under there all night.”My fingers shook as I grabbed the bottom of my short plaid skirt. The soft pleats felt warm in my hands. I pulled it up slowly,







