The front door clicked shut behind Matthew as he stepped inside his house, exhausted from a long day at work. He had remarried just two months ago, three years after his divorce. Now, he was still adjusting to life with his new wife, Marian, and her daughter, Jessica.
The house was quiet. Only the soft hum of the ceiling fan and a faint rustle of fabric somewhere down the hall broke the silence. Matthew loosened his tie and headed toward his bedroom to grab his laptop upstairs. He had left it in his room after last night's work. He took the stairs two at a time, the wood creaking under his weight. “Yes….auhhh…fuckkkk.” Suddenly, he heard someone moaning. His bedroom door was slightly open, but the sound wasn’t coming from there “Arghhhhh….yesss…ffuuucckkk..” He heard it again, a slick, wet rhythm followed by a breathless gasp and moan. Then came Jessica’s voice, moaning his name like a prayer. “Matttteeewwww…I want you to pound this pussyyy.” His breath hitched. He shouldn’t have looked. Shouldn’t have moved. But his body betrayed him, drawn helplessly toward Jessica’s cracked bedroom door. When he reached her bedroom room door, the room was dim, lit only by the soft, golden glow of her night lamp. Shadows stretched across the walls, flickering with each breath she took. She lay sprawled on the bed naked, legs wide, one hand clutching the sheets like she was holding on for dear life, while the other moved between her thighs, working a thick pink dildo in and out of her slick pussy, slow and deep. Her head was thrown back, hair tousled across the pillow. Her lips parted, eyes fluttering shut as she moaned his name again and again, broken and pleading, as if she needed him more than air. He stood frozen at the door, pulse thundering, cock hardening with every filthy sound spilling from her mouth. Jessica didn’t know he was watching. “Auhhhahh.” Another moan escaped her lips, long and desperate. His fingers clenched the doorknob, struggling to hold back. Jessica still hadn’t noticed Matthew yet. He should have left. Walked away. Pretended he never heard it. But he didn’t. She arched, gasping as her free hand slid up her stomach to pinch her nipple. Her back lifted off the bed in a wave of pleasure while the toy continued pounding into her pussy. Her hips rolled to meet every thrust, completely lost in the rhythm of her desire. Matthew stepped forward without thinking, drawn like a man possessed by the heat in the air and the sound of her moans. The old floorboard beneath his foot shifted, letting out a loud, sharp creak that cut through the moment like a blade. He froze, heart pounding. Jessica’s eyes flew open, locking onto his. For a second, she froze. Then, slowly, she continued without stopping. Her fingers tightened around the toy, dragging it out before pushing it back in, watching him as she did, like she was challenging him and offering an invitation all at once. Outside the bedroom door, Matthew’s breath hitched. The wet sounds inside stirred something raw within him. Clenching his fists, he fought the urge to rush in, but desire won. He inhaled sharply and stepped forward, his footsteps silent. The air thickened with tension and heat. He stepped inside her bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. Her breath hitched as he reached the bed, his hand sliding over hers to guide the toy deeper. A moan escaped her lips as her back arched off the mattress. "Say my name again," he growled. Jessica’s lips parted. "Matthew." He wrenched the toy away and replaced it with his thick, long fingers. She cried out, her hips bucking. "Louder." “Matthew!” Jessica sobbed his name, her nails raking down his arm. He leaned in, and her lips found his, soft and breathless. His tongue slid between her parted lips, exploring her slowly, tasting, teasing, and claiming. Jessica moaned into the kiss as his hand moved up her chest, his fingers curling around her breast with a gentle squeeze that made her arch closer. They broke the kiss, and he moved to her neck, his tongue trailing slowly down to her shoulder before he stopped. Matthew unbuckled his belt, freed his throbbing cock, and lined it up with her pussy before thrusting inside. She gasped, gripping his arms as he began moving slowly, sliding in and out, driving deeper with each stroke. She moaned in pleasure when he hit her G-spot, her body arching beneath him. He grunted, pounding harder, thrusting deep as her walls tightened around him. "Aahh... aaahh... fuckk...mmhhmmm..." Jessica moaned, pushing her hips up to match his thrusts. "Argghhh... fuckk... baby... you feel so fucking good..." Matthew groaned, moving his cock in and out of her pussy. She scratched his back, leaned in, and sank her teeth into his shoulder as he pounded into her harder and faster. Her mouth fell open with a breathless moan, and he captured her lips, kissing her with the same rough hunger he used to fuck her. Jessica slid her tongue inside his mouth, and he caught it gently between his teeth. He sucked on her tongue before pushing back, their tongues exploring each other at the corners. His cock plunged deeper and deeper, making her bite down on his lips. She moved her mouth to his neck, pressing her lips against his skin. He groaned into her ear, thrusting steadily, hitting her spot again and again, drawing a loud moan from her throat. Matthew grunted in her ear and kissed her shoulder. Then he raised her legs and slammed into her like a beast, his cock driving deep inside her with relentless force. His hand reached for her mouth, and she took his wrist, sucking his fingers. "Aahhh I'm gonna cum...." She moaned as heat coiled in her stomach. "Fuckkk... cum for me, baby." He groaned loudly, thrusting into her deeper and faster as he felt her walls tighten around his cock. Jessica came hard, releasing all over his cock, but he didn’t stop. He kept thrusting into her, drawing out every wave of her pleasure until he finally buried himself deep and released inside her with a loud groan. His body trembled against hers as he caught his breath. Then he leaned in and kissed her lips slowly, possessively, and hungrily, as if she belonged to him and only him. He gently sucked on her top lip as she caught his bottom lip between her teeth. The kiss deepened, growing more intense. He pinched her waist, making her open her mouth. When she did, he slid his tongue inside, exploring her mouth deeply. She moaned as he sucked her tongue hard, his own playing with hers in a messy, hungry rhythm. She pushed back with her tongue, forcing her way into his mouth, exploring him with slow, deliberate strokes before sucking on his tongue, pulling a deep groan from his throat. The kiss became a power play, both fighting for control and neither willing to give in. He sucked on her lips, then plunged his tongue into her mouth once more, tasting every inch. They kissed one last time before finally pulling apart, breathless, their chests heaving as they struggled to catch their breath. She slipped off the bed and dropped to her knees. Without a word, she took his softening cock into her mouth, licking the remaining cum off it like a lollipop. When she finished, she reached between her legs, gathered some of his cum dripping from her pussy, and brought her fingers to her mouth, sucking them clean with a slow, filthy smile. Matthew leaned over Jessica, still breathless, his hand brushing damp strands of hair from her face. “You can’t tell your mom,” he said in a low, firm voice, laced with warning. She smiled up at him, wicked and satisfied. “As long as you promise to fuck me like this every day,”she whispered, dragging her fingers down his chest. He let out a shaky breath, his eyes locked on hers. “Yes,” he said, his voice rough. “Anything for you, my lovely stepdaughter.”| MANDY’S POV | Chris’s order rooted me in place. My legs couldn’t move, still weak from the way Chris had just fucked me minutes ago. My body throbbed with aftershocks, each breath and shift a reminder of how hard Chris had pounded my pussy with his cock and how deeply he had cum inside my pussy. The locker room air was stinging and cold, prickling across my bare skin and raising goosebumps that only made me more aware of how exposed I was under Chris’s stare. A warm trickle of Chris’s cum slid down my thigh. My mind urged me to run, to grab my torn clothes and escape, but my body stayed unresponsive, heavy and locked in place beneath the weight of Chris command. Chris lounged back on the bench, watching me with an expression of bored expectation, as though my obedience were nothing more than a certainty waiting to happen. His fingers tapped against his thigh in a slow, deliberate rhythm before he patted it again, the sound cutting through the silence of the old athletics
| MANDY’S POV | Chris’s sudden thrust made my eyes sting, my pussy straining to take his cock in as pain and heat tangled deep inside me. A choked cry slipped out of my mouth, muffled by the cold metal of the locker against my cheek. Chris didn’t pause. He gave me no time to adjust, no space to breathe. His hands locked around my hips, holding me in place as he drove his cock into my pussy hard and fast, each thrust slamming me against the lockers, making the metallic bang echo through the old athletics locker room. His grip was punishing, fingers biting through the thin fabric of my skirt, bunching it around my waist. My torn panties clung uselessly to one thigh, a reminder of how little control I had left. A ragged cry tore from my throat, tangled with pain and a flicker of pleasure I couldn’t suppress. Chris’s cock was too big, his thrusts too rough and too fast. Each one forced my pussy open in a brutal stretch that burned deep inside, leaving me sore and trembling
| MANDY’S POV | A sudden chill shot through me, locking every muscle in place. My chest seized so hard it burned, and my pulse pounded so violently I couldn’t tell if it was racing or about to give out. I scrambled backward against the bench, yanking my skirt down in a hurried attempt to cover myself. My hands shook so badly they fumbled over the thin fabric of my panties before finally catching hold. With clumsy, desperate jerks, I dragged my panties up from around my knees and yanked them back into place at my waist. In the rush, my phone slipped from my hand, hitting the floor with a loud clatter, Professor Dan’s photo still glowing on the screen as it faced up. Chris didn’t move. He just stood in the doorway with that same infuriating, smug smirk plastered on his face. His gaze slid from my face down my body, pausing on the phone at my feet before climbing back up again. Then he stepped forward, slow and steady, and shut the door behind him with a soft, final click.
| MANDY’S POV | My name is Mandy, and I am twenty-one. I am a freshman at West View College, trying to navigate life like any other student. For the most part, I blend in as just another face in the crowded lecture halls. But there is one thing that sets me apart. I am completely and hopelessly in love with my history lecturer, professor Dan. His lectures, his voice, even the way he moves across the lecture hall leave me distracted and daydreaming in ways I cannot control. Right now, I am sitting in his class, and not a single fact about the fall of the Roman Empire is registering. My eyes follow him as he paces at the front of the lecture hall, gesturing with that confident, effortless energy. Every movement, every glance he throws toward me pulls me further into daydreams I cannot control. I try to focus on my notebook, but my pen moves without direction, scribbling meaningless lines while my thoughts are completely elsewhere. I notice the way Professor Dan pushes h
Bella’s dark eyes glimmered with a sudden, hungry desire, and a slow, wicked smile curved over her lips. Without a word, she rose from the couch, her body trembling with unsteady movements. She swayed for a moment, the floor tilting beneath her, before forcing herself into two awkward, unsteady steps toward the low, wooden coffee table, her fingers brushing its edge for support. With a soft grunt, Bella sank to her knees on the rug, leaning forward so that only her upper body rested on the cool surface of the low coffee table. She nudged a few empty bottles aside, the faint clink of glass echoing in the quiet room, creating just enough space to brace herself. Her back arched deeply, every curve of her spine and shoulder blades outlined. The dim, gentle light of the sitting room fell across Bella, highlighting the faint sheen of sweat and the mixture of their fluids between her thighs, gliding over the curves of her body with a soft, tender glow. Zack’s breath hitched at
The room spun slowly as Zack looked down at Bella. Her words hung in the air between them, thick and heavy. For a long moment, he just stared at her, his alcohol-clouded mind struggling to process her words. Bella’s eyes were dark and serious, and her lips were slightly parted. “Wait… Bella, you’re drunk—” Zack started, his voice filled with concern. Before he could finish, Bella pressed herself against him, crashing her lips onto his in a desperate, hungry kiss. Her hands tangled in his hair, anchoring herself as she pulled him closer. Zack froze for a moment, stunned by the sudden intensity, then gradually responded, his lips meeting hers in a hesitant rhythm. Bella kissed Zack relentlessly, pressing her body into his with urgent need. When she finally pulled back just enough to breathe, her forehead rested against his. Her eyes were dark with desire, and her lips were slightly swollen from their kiss and glistening from the heat between them. “I’m… I’m so fucking