KRISTEN Okay... That was intense. It's not every time you get to fuck a juicy pussy, wet and aroused. Let's not talk about the millions that the pussy was going to bring me. Well, the deal is sealed and that's all that matters. Hands supporting my head, I leaned into my chair and watched Dija arrange her dishevelled dress. There was a certain thrill that comes with seeing a woman weak and trembling after a hard-pounding session... "Thanks for the drink," she said softly and flipped back her hair. Her journey to her bag was unsteady, "I could sleep for a week." "You should," I joked. "So what do you think? I did well?" "Greater than my expectation." She had a look of awe circling her eyes. "Good heavens, I don't think I can walk straight." "Sit for a while," I offered, gesturing to the chair she had vacated. "Rest those thighs before you leave." She was shaking her head in the negative before the offer fully rolled out of my lips. "I have a meeting to attend by one. And I'd s

KRISTENAm I possessed?Do people get hard without knowing?I looked at the boner in my trouser, deciding if it was safe to get up, or just sit until the universe decided that it was time for it to go back to normal.I blinked at the plate before me.I just got hard. No, scrap that. I just got hard because of June—again. By keeping her grounded, I just hope I have not set a trap for myself.It was almost six.I slowly stood up from the dining chair, leaving the used kitchenware on the table. For my sanity, I had to get a drink.June should not get to me this much. If I wasn't aiding her, I would have called it a phase, or a mental case—call it whatever you want—but my part in the whole scenario makes it even more confusing. I know that I have a thing for loose hair and red underwear, but... no buts: I just got hard from looking at June's arse. She grew fast. The top she wore left little to the imagination. In all my years of savouring the popsicle of women, never have I seen the per

KRISTENA package from Dija was in the office before I got there.It was a basket, completely covered with a flower-designed wrapping foil. I made myself comfortable, smiling as I set eyes on the package placed by Edith in the centre of the table.The table brought back memories. Just as the package lay on the table, so did Dija yesterday.The thought brought a smile to my face. I am pretty sure the noticeable change in her gait before she left my office yesterday followed her home.Still smiling, I opened the wrapped gift. Neatly arranged within the basket were four items: a bottle of champagne, a body spray from the first samples from her company, a wristwatch, and three scented soaps packed in a box. A small note placed on the items read: 'A LITTLE APPRECIATION FROM MY SORE PUSSY TO YOU. XOXO.'I grinned at the note. That was what women enjoyed, wasn't it? To be fucked good, used, dominated. I put the basket aside. A knock pushed my attention to the door. "Come in." Edith w

JUNE Mark and I only stayed in their house for an hour before he drove me to my house. Kristen didn't try to call me after I angrily disconnected, and I didn't attempt to contact him, preferring to pretend like I wasn't jealous of the woman who could be with my uncle because she was not related to him. Why do I have to be related to him? Not that I mind, but Kristen sure as hell minded about the relationship. He's determined to treat me like a thirteen-year-old niece, who's not ready for dating, and will never be. I sneaked into my house to change my clothes before I joined Mark. I threw on a black bicker bum short, which I paired off with an off-shoulder crop white top. The top showed off my perfect flat tummy, while my bum short hugged my butt, making me look as alluring as hell. I intended to wear my white sneakers but decided against them when my eyes landed on my knee-length boots, studded with jewels. I combed through my hair, preferring to leave it that way instead of co

June “Come on, love," Mark tugged me into the house, and straight to a room where the loud music coming from the speaker, threatened to burst my eardrums. “Fucking hell, Mark!” I growled at him. But he didn't hear it because of how loud the music was. He led me past the students who were already dancing, and towards the area where the couches were arranged to form a heart. I sat next to him on the couch, trying not to pay heed to the men leering at my exposed thighs. I felt the urge to rise from the couch and bare my lower body, so they could see to their heart's content. But I did nothing of that sort. If I'm willing to bare my body to a man, my uncle will be the one. He's the only man I was ready to expose my body to. Mark threw his right arm over my shoulder, and brought me closer, showing the men that I came with someone. Though his actions were okay, I felt a bit uncomfortable. Don't get me wrong, Mark is my best friend, and I know he sees me as such, but I felt odd being