MasukI dressed slowly, the silk of my dress sliding over skin that still felt sensitized, humming from the attention of Thorne and Mia. As I fastened my shoes, I could feel the doctor's warmth still thick inside me, a heavy, secret weight that leaked slowly down my thigh. It was a brand, a reminder that while Julian saw me as a "fattie," another man—a powerful, brilliant man—had seen me as a feast.I didn't clean myself up. I wanted to carry that scent home. I wanted it to be the invisible shield I wore when I stepped back into my house.When I walked through the front door, Julian was in the living room, scrolling through his phone. He didn't even look up at first."You're late," he said, his voice flat. "Where were you?""At a doctor's appointment," I replied, my voice sounding different to my own ears—steadier, darker. "For my libido. Like I told you I was doing."He looked up then, his eyes scanning me. He probably expected me to be subdued, perhaps a bit teary-eyed or anxious. Inste
My husband— Julian must have forgotten his phone was face-up on the kitchen counter.I was awake earlier than usual to prepare him for work when the screen lit up. "Dana" as the contact was saved— eight missed calls and finally a text message. "Last night was incredible." The first one read. "When can I see you again?"I scrolled, read on — "Did our fattie of a wife knows we're actually fucking?"That broke something in me. Fattie of a wife. That was the last adjective I expected because I'm not even fat. But then, Julian must have told her I used to be fat when we met and now no more. I put the phone back exactly how I found it, and left the kitchen to drink my coffee.I put the phone back exactly how I found it, and left the kitchen to drink my coffee.The liquid was bitter, but it matched the taste in my mouth. *Fattie.* The word looped in my head, a jagged little piece of glass cutting through my composure. Julian had always told me I was beautiful. He’d praised my curves,
Gianna’s lips suddenly slid off my penis. She gasped, her eyes widening. We had been so lost in each other that we hadn't noticed the hole in the wall—a rough-edged opening at crotch height that led directly into the next booth. A glory hole.And through that hole, a man’s cock was already poking through.It was massive—longer and thicker than mine. The head was a prominent, purple-grey mushroom, flared and glistening, the shaft bending upward. The hole was wide enough that we could see his hanging balls and the neat ring of trimmed pubic hair at the base."Suck me!" a voice barked in German from the other side.The penis swung stiffly toward us. I looked up and saw a speaking grille at face height. Gianna was still crouching, her face perfectly aligned with the thrusting cock."I'm not sucking some random stranger," Gianna whispered, though her voice lacked any real conviction.She couldn't resist. Still squatting, she turned and ran her tongue over the huge, round head of the stran
I had spent years imagining what it would feel like to be ruined by my boss. But I never imagined it would involve another man’s cock pressed against mine, head to head, pulsing in a rhythm of pure, forbidden heat.It all started during a corporate trip to Tokyo. Gianna was the head of our firm—a woman in her late fifties who commanded every room she entered. She was elegant, sharp, and possessed a confidence that felt like a weapon. She wore tailored suits that hugged a body she refused to let age, and she knew exactly how to use that power to keep me on a short, tight leash.I was obsessed with her. She knew it, too. She spent our office hours teasing me with small, accidental touches and looks that promised everything but delivered nothing.On our third night in the city, after a few rounds of strong drinks at a high-end lounge, Gianna decided she was bored. She told me to follow her. We ended up in a narrow, neon-drenched alley in a district where the air smelled of rain and ozo
The 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 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
Kyros had left by the time I woke up the next day. I yawned, moved downstairs to learn from the maids that he left in a hurry.Last night was hectic, I remembered falling asleep with his cock buried inside me. Something must have came up, so I dressed up and pack some food and made towards his of
I hugged mum goodbye after giving me tons and tons of advice. “Be good to your stepdad,” “Be this, Be that!”Her business trip this time was definitely going to last more than four weeks which means I'd have enough time to seduce my target — Kyros.Immediately I got back home from the airport, I







