LOGINThe man who had just claimed her pulled out with a wet, slapping sound, and before Elena could even catch her breath, another man lunged forward. He drove himself into her with long, punishing strokes, his body slamming against her as she remained bent over. I scanned the room; the atmosphere was electric, thick with the scent of sex and desperation. Every man in the suite now had his cock out, stroking themselves in a rhythmic, hungry anticipation, each one waiting for their turn to break her.My own cock was aching, pulsing in time with the movements of those men. Watching Elena’s beautiful body be used, seeing her splayed open and conquered, was a level of arousal I hadn't known existed. She was sucking the groom with a fierce intensity, her large, full breasts swinging beneath her, bouncing with every hard thrust from behind. In a moment of pure, unadulterated lust, she reached a hand back, her fingers finding her own clit and massaging it frantically as she was hammered from b
I could tell by the way she glanced at me that Elena was desperate for a moment of sanctuary, a second to breathe away from the hungry eyes of those men. I moved quickly, pouring another drink for her and a fresh round for the guests. As I handed her the glass, I caught a glimpse of her eyes; they were wild and unfocused. I couldn't decide if she was trembling from pure terror or a sudden, forbidden spark of excitement, but the shaking in her hand gave her away.The man whose hand had been resting on her thigh didn't stop there, and he began to slide his palm higher up the red fabric of her dress until his fingers disappeared completely beneath the hem. Beside her, the groom shifted his weight, wrapping his arm around her so that his hand rested heavily just above the swell of one of her heaving breasts.I had hoped that flooding them with alcohol would make them drowsy, but it seemed my plan was backfiring. Instead of passing out, the drinks were only fueling their aggression, ma
The air in the penthouse was thick with the smell of expensive cigars and old money, and it made the room feel smaller than it actually was. I stood behind the mahogany bar and poured drinks for eight men who held the kind of power that could destroy a career with one phone call. For eight years, My wife Elena and I have managed a firm called Apex, and we have built our reputation on providing a perfect, discreet service for the city's elite. We are known for our precision, but tonight, every single plan I had made was falling apart.I looked at the clock and then at the men, who were already laughing loudly and talking over each other. My phone buzzed in my pocket, and when I answered it, the voice on the other end sounded panicked. "Julian, it's the lead dancer," she gasped. "There was a terrible accident on the highway. The car is totaled, and we are all being taken to the hospital. We can't make it."I felt the blood drain from my face and I stared at the phone in silence for
My cock actually started to hurt. It was so hard it felt like it was going to burst through my trousers. I wanted to rip those clothes off her and fuck her right there.She stopped rubbing her tits and looked at me. Slowly, she gripped the bottom of her top and slid it up, exposing her tight, flat belly. Right there, by her belly button, was a tattoo of a rose. She paused, holding the sweater rucked up under her breasts."Do you want to see more, sir?" she teased.I opened my mouth to tell her to go to a hotel, to spend the lunch hour in a 69 position where I could eat her out while she sucked my balls, but before I could say a word, she put one finger to her lips."Shhh," she hissed. The message was loud and clear: I might be the boss of the office, but she was the boss of this room. If she wanted her pussy licked or her ass banged against the desk, she’d let me know. Until then, I was just a spectator.Then, she opened her legs wide. The tiny skirt rode up so far I could see everyt
Cathy was my new secretary, and from the second she walked into my office, I knew I was fucked. Her desk was set up at a right angle to mine, which meant she was always right there in my field of vision. I was supposed to be the one in charge, but most of the time, I was just a slave to the view. I let her get away with her slutty outfits because, honestly, I loved every single second of it. She knew exactly how to push my buttons, and she loved seeing me struggle to stay professional while my cock was throbbing in my pants.She was a masterpiece of a slut. Long, dirty blonde hair and tits that were absolutely massive—huge, heavy boulders that seemed to defy gravity and the fabric of any shirt she wore. Just looking at her made me lose my train of thought. Then there were her lips—pouty, wet, and just begging to wrap around a hard cock and suck the soul out of a man.Most days, she played a dangerous game with her cleavage. She’d wear these thin shirts that barely held her in, and
Just as I felt the first spark of my climax hitting, I suddenly stopped. I pushed them all away with a loud grunt, sliding off the chair and standing up.The three of them froze. They were all glistening with my juices, their faces flushed, their cocks throbbing and leaking, looking at me with total shock."Actually," I said, yawning and stretching my arms over my head. "I'm tired. I think I'm done for today."The look of pure agony on their faces was better than any orgasm. They were left hanging, completely ruined and desperate, while I walked toward the bedroom."We'll continue this tomorrow," I called back over my shoulder. "Now go clean up the kitchen."I woke up feeling great. I opened my eyes and saw Fred already dressed, standing by my bed. He was carefully laying out the clothes I was going to wear to work, making sure every fold was perfect. He looked at me with those puppy-dog eyes, just waiting for a nod of approval.I stretched, feeling a little itch between my legs. I lo
The shower spray was hitting the tiles in a steady rhythm, a sound I had come to recognize instantly.It meant she was in there right now, completely naked, with hot water slicking down over her curves while soap glided sensually across skin I had only ever imagined touching.My hot little stepsist
The silence in my mother’s apartment was suffocating. She stood near the large window, arms folded tightly across her chest, staring at me like I was someone she no longer recognized. The anger radiating from her was almost tangible. “You actually came here,” she said, her voice cold and sharp. “A
The master bedroom felt quieter than usual that night. Kyros had carried me upstairs after we got home, but instead of immediately tearing each other’s clothes off, he sat on the edge of the big bed and pulled me gently onto his lap. I was still wearing my crumpled cream dress, and I could feel th
The silence that swallowed the office was heavier than anything I had ever felt.My heart hammered wildly against my ribs as I stared at my mother standing frozen in the doorway, her designer suitcase still clutched in one hand and her face twisting from shock into pure rage.Kyros stayed buried de







