Lahat ng Kabanata ng Flesh And Fire: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

I glanced around at the men on the couch. “Please, give it to me,” I pleaded, clenching around him. “Please, I need it so bad. I want you to cover my face, put it in my mouth, in my hair, all over my tits.” The CEO stood up and walked over to me, stroking his cock against my face. He rested a hand on the top of my head and pulled it back slightly. “Look at me. Keep those big eyes open the entire time. Don’t close them, no matter how much cum sprays all over this face. If you’re a little whore, you’re going to take cum like one.” My pussy tightened at the sound of his words, and Daddy pulled on my hair to hold my head back.I stuck my tongue out and nodded my head, keeping my eyes wide and trained on him the entire time.He stared into my eyes, at my lips, then toward my bouncing tits and came all over my face, his cum squirting out onto my cheek and to my forehead. My eyes shut almost instinctively, and he slapped me hard across the cheek. “I said not to fucking close th

At this point in my writing, I'm beginning to feel like a slut, but I'm in way too deep to stop now, so I'll tell you about something else, or should I say, someone else. Mr. Simeon. My Boss. After my graduation from college, I started to look for a job, and I found one pretty quickly.On the day I resumed, morning breeze chilled my skin as I strolled through the city toward the building I hoped to call home for the rest of my life. At five a.m., the usually busy streets were deserted, the occasional taxi driver driving aimlessly down the road and looking for work. I continued my short five-minute walk and finally stopped at Homo Industries Inc, smiling up at the skyscraper. While it wasn’t the biggest building in town, it was at least twenty stories high and a piece of architectural artwork. Since I was a girl, it had been my dream to work here, doing any sort of job, and last week, I was finally offered the position as the assistant for the CEO of the company. Wink wink.

After my rendezvous with my boss, I still had to go visit Jonah, my fathers boss. He had given me the key to his private apartment and asked me to wait there for him. And as a good little girl, I made sure I was there. “You’ve been a good girl for me, right, princess?” Daddy asked through the phone. I laid on his large bed, kicking my legs back and forth, trying to ease the ache that had lingered between them since my boss fucked the daylight out of me. I needed my pussy to breathe and be tight again for daddy, so as I waited, I practiced my kegal exercise. Clenching my pussy walls and counting how long I can hold it there. night when he denied me orgasm after orgasm and promised me that if I could hold off until tonight that he would reward me with something extra special. “Yes, Daddy.” I hopped off of the bed and walked to the windows, gazing down at all the tiny cars from his penthouse. “Will you be home soon? It’s late.” He chuckled lowly. “I’ll be home soon.

Believe it or not, I once had a boyfriend that I had wanted to date and marry We we're so good together, he got me and I got him... That was until my father got a job in the big city and we had to leave everything behind.But I digress...The point is I once truly love someone. Not Logan though. I think at this point of my book we'll both agree and settle into the fact that he's useless.Anyway, lets dive into it. I was a young adult at the time, and e had been dating for almost two years now, and that man could still make my stomach flutter.Did I mention he was the youth leader in our local church? When church was over, some of the other youths came up to me to comment about the get-together we were having later today at our house to strengthen the ties within our worship group. Though we were a small group, we were mighty strong.Elijah finished talking to an older man about something, and I walked up to him and smiled.“I’ll see you at my house.” I said, staring at him throu

The first tear slipped out of her eyes like it was shy. Like it could not quite believe it was free, just like she could not believe she was finally free. After 4 years in an abusive marriage, 4 years of being beaten, talked down on, fucked and maltreated, being treated like she did not except to pleasure him and be his punching bag, Latifah just could not believe it was real and finally happening. As the men laid down her husband in the coffin and then put him into the cold, hard earth, her joy kept bubbling, slowly but surely. It had taken so long to get here. So fucking long and finally, fina-fucking-ly, she could be her own woman, she could love whoever she wanted, live wherever she wanted and fuck whoever could rock her body better. The car ride back home was quiet. Her driver knew better than to disturb her thoughts, she was after all, grieving. He didn't need to know the dirty thoughts floating around in her head. All the maids curtsied silently as Latifah walked into the