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Pretty Little Sissy - (8)

Riley's POV I was standing in the kitchen with a half-burnt batch of cookies cooling on the counter. Mom was humming off-key while stirring another bowl of batter that looked suspiciously lumpy. She was awful at baking but she loved dragging me into her “experiments” on weekends. Today it was chocolate chip cookies for some neighborhood thing. I didn’t mind helping though.. I loved my mom“These look… edible,” I said poking one with a spatula. It crumbled immediately.Mom laughed,wiping her hands on her apron. “They’re rustic! That’s what we’ll call them. Now tell me more about this date tonight. Sarah, right? The sweet girl from your debate club circle?”I felt my face heat up. “Mom, it’s not a big deal. Just movies. She asked me out yesterday after practice and I said yes. No biggie.”She raised an eyebrow “Not a big deal? Honey, you’ve been single forever with all that studying.A cute girl asks you out and you act like it’s nothing? I’m proud of you for saying yes. You need

Pretty Little Sissy - (9)

Jake POV My eyes were locked by on Riley who was two rows ahead and slightly to the left. Sarah leaned into him again. Her shoulder brushing his and whispering something that made her giggle Her hand rested on his arm like she had every right to touch him. Every little touch sent fresh anger through my gut.It should be me making him squirm. Not this sweet clueless girl I sat lower in my seat near the back,with my hood up in the crowd. The small remote for the vibrating plug satin my pocket. I’d followed him here after his proof photo came through. The image alone had kept my cock half-hard the entire walk.Now it was time to play.I pressed the button. Level one. It had a little vibration.Riley straightened instantly almost like someone had shocked him. His thighs pressed together under the seat as he tried to adjust to the sudden buzz against his prostate. Even from here I could see the way his fingers dug into the armrest. Sarah noticed almost immediately leaning in

Pretty Little Sissy - (10)

Jake POVThe night air was cool against my skin as I moved silently through the familiar backyard. Riley’s parents were out again, same as always on their date nights. The house was dark except for the soft glow coming from his bedroom window. I was lucky...my own parents were on vacation, leaving me free to do whatever the fuck I wanted. And tonight, I wanted Riley.I grabbed the lower branch and pulled myself up. Perched on the same spot as that first night,i positioned myself. My heart pounded with anticipation. The curtains were cracked just enough. Perfect.Inside, Riley was doing his usual bedtime routine. He moved around his room slowly Still clearly feeling the aftereffects of the plug I’d made him wear all night He stripped off his button-up shirt. My cock twitched hard at the sight. He sat on the edge of the bedwincing as he shifted. The plug must still be inside him. He reached back, fingers brushing the base, and let out an embarrassed groan. I palmed myself throug

Pretty Little Sissy - (11)

Jake POVI wasn’t done playing yet. Not by a long shot.Riley continued struggled. His muffles vibrated against the gag stuffed in his mouth. His eyes burned with a mix of fury and disbelief. That familiar fire I’d seen across the soccer fields and classrooms for years. But now it was mixed with something else“Still fighting, princess?” I growled as I pinned his hips down harder with my weight. My rock-hard cock pressed firmly between his cheeks through our clothes.I reached down and yanked his loose t-shirt up. Then my fingers pinched one of his nipples. Riley whimpered through the gag“God, look at you,” I murmured grinding my hips slowly so the plug rubbed his prostate. “Your hole still stretched and full from the movie. Did it feel good vibrating while Sarah touched your leg? While she thought you were just a normal guy on a date?”Riley shook his head violently. But sadly the movement only made him fuck himself on the plug more. His eyes watered with frustration I could

Grade a Slut - (1)

ARC 23: Straight-A Student Becomes Fucktoy WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content, heavy BDSM themes, power imbalance, age-gap dynamics, spanking, bondage, choking, anal play, squirting, multiple orgasms, face-fucking, objectification, degradation, free-use elements, cum play, and intense professor/student taboo. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to fiction that explores raw desire, dominance, and submission without restraint Elena's POV Trashing Mr Atkins latest paper turned out to be a good idea. I felt guilty at first. But when I saw the red ink at the top of my returned essay screaming "See me after class." All I felt was joy The rest of the students filed out, chatter fading down the hallway. However I stayed seated until the door clicked shut. Only then did Professor Atkins look up from his desk at the front of the room. "Elena," he said, "Come here." I stood smoothing my short skirt down my thighs.

Grade a Slut - (2)

Emily's POV A few days after that intense session in his office. My phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. I knew it was him before I opened it. My place. 8 PM. Bring nothing but that ass. Don’t be late. – Atkins My pussy clenched just reading it. Then I spent the afternoon shaving everything smooth. I chose a tiny black skirt that barely covered my ass and a thin white blouse with no bra. No panties. By the time I pulled up to his modern house on the edge of campus, I was already dripping down my thighs. I knocked. He opened the door in a black button-down and dark slacks. His eyes raked over me slowly. “Elena,” he said “Inside.” I stepped in. The door clicked shut behind me, locking with a heavy sound that sent a shiver through me. His living room was dimly lit, bookshelves lining the walls and a sturdy wooden desk in the corner that looked perfect for bending over. He didn’t touch me right away. Instead, he circled me like prey. One of his hand trailing light

Grade a slut - (3)

Elena's POV I bounced on him as his hands guided my hips faster. He slapped my ass repeatedly. Then one thumb pressed into my asshole again stretching me while I rode.“Fuck..Sir, it feels so good…”He lifted me suddenly carrying me to the desk. He bent me over it face pressed to the wood, and fucked me standing even deeper. His hand wrapped around my throat from behind.“You’re going to take my cock in your tight little ass soon,” he growled pounding me. “But not yet.”I was close again when he slowed down. His cock throbbed inside me but he held still“Please, Sir, don’t stop—”He didn't listen,hepulled out completely, leaving me empty. He pressed the head of his cock against my asshole rubbing it there “Beg for what’s next, Elena. Tell me exactly how you want me to ruin you tonight…”My voice came out broken with hunger“I want you to destroy every hole, Sir. Slam your huge cock deep into my ass and wreck it until I can’t sit down tomorrow. Stretch me open so wide I feel empty w

Daddy !- (1)

ARC 24 : Winter Break TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains explicit step-incest erotica, intense power-exchange fantasies, masturbation, degradation mixed with praise,restraint, forced orgasm, dirty talk), Mature readers only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to dark, taboo fiction. ------ Emily's POV I pulled my suitcase through the deep snow struggling. It was past eleven at night, and the cabin looked like something out of a Christmas card. Funny enough ,I hated Christmas Even more so the cold,it made it impossible for my glasses to just stay put. Mom’s text had come in hours ago: Flight delayed again. Blizzard in the east. Stay safe, see you when I can. For someone that hadn’t seen her daughter in almost two years. There was no apology or any real concern shown in her text. Typical Our relationship had always been strained. She’d remarried when I was sixteen, moved out here to this fancy cabin in the mountains, and I’d stayed with Dad for college. Holid

Daddy! - (2)

Emily's POV I woke up late the next morning. It was the kind of that comes after an intense dream you don’t want to leave. My body felt different.. almost sore in the best way. I stretched under the blankets, Outside, the blizzard was still ongoing Wind rattled the windows of the master suite, but inside the cabin it was warm, almost too warm. I knew mark must still have kept the fireplace going. I sat up, put my glasses up my nose, and glanced at myself in the full-length mirror across the room. My hair was messy and my cheeks still flushed from sleep I wasn’t a model-skinny like Mom, but I knew men looked,I was obviously attractive. But was I mark's type? "Today, I'll go with the flow" I decided. I’m not just going to think about it anymore." My heart hammered as I slipped out of bed. I took my time in the bathroom, brushing my teeth, washing my face, before standing in front of the mirror deciding what to wear. I decided there was no hiding today .No baggy sweater. Ins

Daddy ! - (3)

Emily's POV I wanted to scream at him, to throw something, to beg..anything to make this unbearable tension break. Instead, I just stood there trembling like a coward “Fine,” I whispered, l. “I’ll go change.” I turned and fled back to the master suite, slamming the door behind me. The tears came running down. I curled up on the big bed in the same outfit, refusing to change out of spite. Hours dragged by. The fire in the main room crackled lower and lower. I cried until my eyes were swollen and red replaying every word. He was right. This was wrong. But that didn’t stop my body from aching for him. Sometime deep into the afternoon,I heard a soft knock on the bedroom door. “Emily?” Mark’s voice was hesitant. “Can I come in?” I didn’t answer at first. Part of me wanted to tell him to fuck off. “Whatever,” I muttered. The door opened quietly. He stepped inside, closing it behind him with . He was still in the same gray sweatpants, looking exhausted and conflicted. His ey

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