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I was a bit late, and the ladies were already waiting. I pushed off the rail and grinned wide and shamelessly at them. “Well damn. Look who showed up looking like they're here to ruin my career.”Lara stopped right in front of me, close enough that I caught the faint scent of her sunscreen. “Ruin it? Captain, we're here to make it legendary.” She purred. Lisa was behind her laughing in a way that hit me straight in the gut. This time, she wore an emerald green suit hugging every curve like it was made for her shape. She kicked off her sandals.“Miss us, Marcus?” she asked, tilting her head so her long dark hair spill over one shoulder. “Miss you?” I stepped closer. “I've been counting down the hours since you left last Sunday. My deck's been too quiet without all the moaning.”Jess came up last, in a gold bikini. She let's her gaze drift past me toward the wheelhouse. “So,” she said, lips curving. “Where's this mystery co-captain you've been teasing us about? Or was that just a d

My name is Blair, and this is how his cum started paying my bills.I was broke. Like, really broke. It was a couple years ago, back when I was 25 and working double shifts at a crappy coffee shop downtown. Rent was always late, my phone got cut off at least once a month, and I was eating instant noodles so often I started dreaming about them. I had debt from school, a car that barely ran, and no family to call for help. I felt trapped, like I was drowning and nobody noticed.One night I was scrolling on my phone, half-drunk on cheap wine, and I saw girls on TikTok talking about OnlyFans. They made it sound so easy, like just take some pictures, flirt a little, and money just shows up.I gave it a thought, what the hell, I’ve got nothing to lose. So I made an account. At first it was just cute selfies in lingerie, little definite teases. I made maybe a hundred bucks the first month. It helped with groceries, but it wasn’t saving me at all.Then he showed up. His name was DevotedFan87.

I swear the apartment smelled like him tonight, the same cedarwood cologne, the same faint trace of the gym bag he never unpacks right away. That’s why I didn’t question anything when I slipped into the bedroom at 1:37 a.m. and found him under the sheets, not wearing a shirt, one arm thrown over his eyes like he had been expecting me.The room just had enough glow to see the rise and fall of his chest, the familiar V dipping into his boxer briefs, and his bulge already visible in the cotton. My mouth watered instantly.I took off my tank top and shorts in one impatient move and crawled onto the bed, straddling his hips before he could even say hello.“Jesus, you’re already rock-hard,” I whispered, rocking forward so my bare pussy dragged along the length of him through the fabric. He grabbed my ass tight.“Been thinking about this tight little cunt since I left the bar,” he rasped, voice thicker than usual. His hands found my thighs immediately, pressing his thumb into the soft inner

The cabin is finally dark. Lights dimmed to blue, engine now steady. Most passengers slumped under thin blankets or pretending to sleep with neck pillows. We're four hours into the Chicago run… smooth cruise, no turbulence, no call bells for the last ninety minutes. My feet throb from long hours of standing, my blouse clings damp to my lower back, and between my legs, there's this low insistent ache that’s been building since we leveled off at FL370. I've been watching him all night. He sat at seat 3C. Window. In a dark suit, no tie, sleeves rolled up, forearm resting on the armrest, giving off an aura like he owns the plane. Should be in his Mid-thirties I guess. Sharp jaw, short beard, eyes that tracked me every time I passed the premium cabin. He didn’t ask for anything extra, no blanket, no second whiskey… I just watched. The kind of still that says “I know exactly what you’re thinking right now.”And fuck, he was right.My pussy is wet. The lace panties are useless, every ste

Maya’s POV The kitchen, 7:15 p.m.Mom was at the cooker. Stirring her signature stew, the smell of onions, palm oil, and pepper filled the kitchen. Television playing low in the background, some old gospel song she liked was being played. She was humming along, back to us.Caleb sat at the small kitchen table. While I stood by the fridge, pretending to look for something to drink. My shorts were still damp from earlier. We had another sneaky sex at our balcony.I didn't wear panties. Just like he wanted. Every step I took rubbed me the wrong way or… the right way.Mom turned her head a little. “Both of you, come and taste this stew. Tell me if it needs more spice.”Caleb stood up, walking behind me to get to the cooker. His hand brushed my ass. Quick, but hidden by the counter. I sucked in a breath and glanced at mom.She didn’t notice. Just held the wooden spoon out.Caleb tasted first. Nodded. “Perfect, Mum. Super yummy.”I stepped closer. Mom offered me the spoon. I leane