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A NAUGHTY PROMOTION (4)

MIA "She's going to come," Derek announces. "I can feel her getting tighter—""Then make her come," Marcus commands. "Rub her clit. Prove you can at least do that much."Derek's thumb finds my clit and rubs in frantic circles. The added stimulation tips me over the edge — I scream around Marcus's cock, my pussy clamping down on Derek, my whole body convulsing with the force of my orgasm."Fuck, she's squeezing me so tight—" Derek slams deep and holds, and I feel him pulse inside me, filling me with his cum.Marcus pulls out of my mouth. "My turn."He shoves Derek aside before he's even finished coming and slams back into my spasming pussy. The sensation of being fucked while I'm still orgasming, while my husband's cum is still inside me, is almost too much. I wail, my back arching, my nails clawing at the desk."That's it," Marcus grunts, pounding into me with brutal force. "Take it. Take my cock in your husband's cum. Mix us together. Be our shared little whore.""Yes, yes, yes—"An

FUCK ME, FATHER

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.I've been saying those words every week for the past three months. Every Friday evening, I slip into the confessional at St. Augustine's, kneel on the worn velvet cushion, and whisper my sins through the latticed screen to Father Michael.At first, my confessions were ordinary. I lied to my mother. I took the Lord's name in vain. I had impure thoughts about my coworker.But somewhere along the way, the nature of my confessions changed.And so did Father Michael's responses.It started when I confessed to touching myself. I was embarrassed, my cheeks burning in the darkness of the confessional, my voice barely a whisper as I admitted that I'd masturbated in my bed, thinking about a man I couldn't have."Tell me more, my child," Father Michael had said, his voice low and warm through the screen. "What did you imagine while you touched yourself?"I should have stopped there. Should have recognized that the question was inappropriate, that a priest s

FUCK ME, FATHER (2)

"What are you going to do to me?" I whisper.Father Michael's hand wraps around my throat from behind — not squeezing, just holding. Claiming."We're going to save your soul, child. By giving you exactly what you've been begging for." His lips brush my ear. "We're going to defile you in ways you've only dreamed of. We're going to use every hole in your sinful body until you're crying and begging and praising God's name. And when we're done, you'll be cleansed. Purified. Reborn."Brother Thomas approaches, stopping inches from my face. Up close, he's even more beautiful — full lips, sharp cheekbones, those dark eyes that seem to see straight through me."Kneel," he commands.I drop to my knees instantly, my body obeying before my mind can catch up."Good girl." He reaches out and grips my chin, tilting my face up. "You've been a wicked woman, haven't you? Tempting men of God with your sinful confessions. Making Father Michael break his vows night after night, stroking his cock while he

FUCK ME, FATHER (3)

"Open your mouth."I open.He steps closer and rests his cockhead on my extended tongue. I can taste his precum, salty and musky, and my mouth waters around him."Don't move," he commands. "Don't suck. Don't swallow. Just hold me on your tongue like a communion wafer."I hold perfectly still, his cock resting heavy on my tongue, my jaw aching with the effort of staying open. Behind me, I hear Brother Thomas moving, hear the rustle of his robes being removed.Then I feel it — a hot, wet glob of spit landing directly on my pussy.I moan around Father Michael's cock, and he slaps my face."I said don't move."Brother Thomas spits on my cunt again, then uses his fingers to spread it around, mixing his saliva with my arousal. I'm so wet that obscene squelching sounds fill the room as he plays with my folds."Such a sloppy cunt," he murmurs. "Dripping and desperate. I bet it's never been properly used. I bet that pathetic vibrator she confessed to using is nothing compared to what we're goi

FUCK ME, FATHER (4)

Brother Thomas shoves his cock back into my mouth while I'm still coming, fucking my throat while I spasm and choke. Father Michael keeps pounding into me, his pace never faltering, driving me from one orgasm straight into another."One more," Father Michael grunts. "Give us one more, whore. Prove your devotion."I'm crying and drooling and screaming around the cock in my throat as another orgasm tears through me, this one even more intense than the first. My vision goes white at the edges. My body doesn't feel like my own anymore — it belongs to them, to God, to the pleasure and pain that have become indistinguishable."Fuck, I'm going to come," Brother Thomas groans, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Going to fill this whore's mouth with my holy seed—"He slams deep and holds, his cock pulsing against my tongue as he empties himself into my throat. I swallow frantically, trying to keep up with the flood of cum, but there's too much — it drips from the corners of my mouth, runs down my

MY BOSS' SON

VIVIAN I've been in love with Richard Blackwood since the day he hired me.Three years ago, I walked into his corner office for my final interview — nervous, sweating through my blouse, convinced I was about to humiliate myself in front of the most powerful man in the city. He was fifty-one then, silver-haired and sharp-eyed, with the kind of commanding presence that made my knees weak and my panties wet before he even opened his mouth.He hired me on the spot.Since then, I've worked my way up from junior analyst to executive assistant — his executive assistant. I schedule his meetings, manage his calendar, fetch his coffee, and spend approximately ninety percent of my waking hours fantasizing about him bending me over his desk and fucking me until I forget my own name.He's never touched me. Never even hinted that he sees me as anything other than a competent employee. But I catch him looking sometimes — his eyes lingering on my legs when I cross them, his gaze dropping to my cleav

A DELIGHTFUL MASSAGE (2)

The question hits me like a punch to the chest. Tears spring to my eyes before I can stop them."Almost a year," I whisper. "My ex... he left. And since then, I just... I can't...""You don't need to explain." Julian squeezes my hand gently. "I understand. And I'm going to help you remember. But first, I need you to trust me. Can you do that?"I look into his dark eyes — eyes that hold no judgment, no expectation, only warmth and patience — and I feel something loosen in my chest."Yes," I breathe. "I can try.""That's all I ask." He releases my hand and gestures to the robe. "When you're ready, remove that and lie face down on the table. I'll begin when you tell me you're comfortable."He turns his back, giving me privacy, and I slip the robe off with trembling fingers. The air is warm against my bare skin — not cold like I expected — and the table is soft when I climb onto it, the sheets silky against my breasts and stomach and thighs."I'm ready," I say into the face cradle.I hear

MY BOSS'SON (2)

VIVIAN "You're drenched. Fuck, Vivian, your panties are ruined.""I've been wet for you all day. Every day. For three years."He rips my panties off — literally tears them from my body, the fabric giving way with a sharp sound. Cool air kisses my bare pussy, and I shiver with anticipation.Then his fingers are there, sliding through my folds, spreading my wetness."So fucking wet," he murmurs. "So ready for me. Have you been touching yourself, thinking about this? Fingering this pretty pussy and imagining it was my cock?""Yes," I confess. "Every night. I come screaming your name.""Good girl."He slides two fingers inside me, and I cry out, my walls clenching around the intrusion. He's not gentle — pumping them hard and fast, curling them to hit that spot that makes me see stars."You're going to come on my fingers first," he tells me. "Then you're going to come on my cock. Then you're going to come on my tongue. And by the end of the night, you're going to be so fucked out you won't

MY BOSS' SON (3)

VIVIAN Richard doesn't pull out. Doesn't move to cover me. Just turns his head to look at his son with remarkable calm for a man who's balls-deep in his executive assistant."Ethan. I thought you left for the weekend.""I forgot my laptop." Ethan's eyes are fixed on where his father's cock disappears into my body. "I came back to... to..."He trails off, unable to finish the sentence. Unable to look away.And I realize, with a jolt of pure heat, that he's hard. I can see the bulge straining against his pants, growing larger by the second as he watches his fath

MY BOSS' SON (4)

VIVIAN I scream around nothing as his curved cock stretches me open, hitting spots that his father's cock didn't reach. The angle is different, the sensation different, and my body struggles to adjust to the new invasion."Fuck," Ethan groans. "She's like a vice. Squeezing me so hard.""Wait until she comes," Richard says. "Now, Vivian. Open your mouth. You're going to suck my cock while my son fucks you."I open, and Richard slides his cock — still wet with my arousal — past my lips. The taste of myself on his shaft makes me moan, and he groans at the vibration.

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