All Chapters of Vixen Stories: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The moment he offered me his room, I knew I would be fucking doomed. He is so hot, sexy, and manly that every girl would wish him to be their man. But this attraction is forbidden, especially since I am so sure it’s not just a crush. It is more than it, more than what a normal college girl would feel for her best friend’s father.He is my best friend’s father, as I said, and he is already married. I should bury deep in my mind all the lustful thoughts I have. “Are you sure it’s okay?"He raised an eyebrow at me because of my question, so I went further.“I mean, your wife. Will it not be an issue to her?"He shook his head and smirked. “You’re our daughter’s best friend. Of course she wouldn’t think badly about it.” Oh. Okay, if that’s what you say.When we entered his room, a spice scent flowed through my nose. It smells like him. So manly and sexy as fuck. "So,” he licked his lower lip and motioned me to the bed. I take my eyes off him to go walk to the bed, putting my shoulder

I have always dreamed how it feels to be fucked by someone who’s older than you. I wanted to know if they are more capable of bringing you to heaven, or if they are just like the young men who only know the meaning of sex but not its essence. I smiled at every student whom I am passing by as I walked in the corridor of our university. I am known in our school for being a slutty, bitchy, and sex lover girl. Every man who wants to meet me either lusts over me or wants to fuck me. But too bad, not every man can easily fuck me. Even though I am in love with sex and its smell, I still have standards, you know. However, these past months, I could not get myself to be in the heat with sex anymore. Probably because I am too sick of men who do not know how to fuck. If you could look at all the men here in our school, you couldn’t deny that they are all handsome. But in today’s generation, it’s not just all about the looks; it has to come with performance as well, which I am sure younger men

I acted like it did not matter to me at all and was about to wear the shirt he gave me, but I got halted when he took my hands and pushed me on the stool bar. “You’re seducing me, aren’t you? ”He asked dangerously. Instead of acting like I don’t, I smirked and nodded my head at him. “I want to have sex with you, sir. My pussy is craving your touch and cock. It calls you.” I then sat on the stool bar, and I felt its coldness touch my butt. Slowly, I opened my legs for him to see how wet my pussy is right now. His eyes fell on it, and I felt his grip on me tighten so much that I felt like he’s going to break my bone.“You’re such a slut. I’m sure you’re fucking my son, and yet here you are, seducing his father and also willing to be fucked by him.”Instead of getting insulted by what he said, it added to my burning wet pussy.“Your son’s cock is not enough, sir. I need you to fuck me. Fuck me with your own cock.” I licked my lower lip and looked at him seductively. He gripped my h

Dave’s POVI have heard about Jessie Alviar many times already. People, specifically students, described her as a woman of lust who only knows sex. With her beauty, mature body, and seductive eyes, she can easily wrap the men in her hands whom she desires to fuck. When I saw her in our house wearing only an oversized shirt, I became angry. I don’t know exactly why I was so angry at her, but now I realize why. It is because my son’s fucking her, and damn, even if I’m already married and even if my wife does not deprive me from my lustful needs, I still can’t help but be seduced by her. I tried to stop myself from ripping off her shirt that night and fucking her until I’m sated, but when she removed her shirt and I saw her wearing no underwear and she sat on the stool bar naked, I completely lost my sanity, and I ended up fucking her. Now, she came here in my office and seduced me again. The bitch that she is even has the guts to suck my cock while I’m talking to one of the professor

I have a roommate named Stephen, and I’m happy that he’s not here for a week as he needs to be home in their province. A sigh of relief came out of my chest as I removed my shirt and shorts, leaving my boxers to remain on. I actually don’t hate him, but sometimes I can’t help but be irritated because of his arrogance and racism. I’m black while he’s white, and that speaks of his unequal treatment toward me. He left this morning, and I can’t be so happy because of it. Finally! I’m now able to stand and rest topless. When he’s here, he always complains about me not wearing a shirt, and his reason is because he’s disgusted and afraid that he might get affected by some disease that, according to him, black people have. Tsss.If only I had excess money for another bedspace, I would have left this room along time ago already. But because I’m also broke and I need to focus on financing my studies right now, I’m just going to be patient and keep along with him, even if sometimes I imagine