Fake Dating the Team Captain (4)

Chapter Four — Wendy's POV My hands fell beside me, my fingers gripping the phone so tight I was so sure my knuckles turned white. How on earth did someone film us without us noticing? My legs trembled and almost give out, but I quickly steadied myself against the wall. I could still feel Jax's cum slowly seeping down my inner thigh. I adjusted my skirt and forced myself to stand straight, the anonymous text still glaring in my mind: Meet me behiythr school building. Now. Or everyone sees the video. I didn't want to go but I didn't know who had recorded us and what he'd do with the evidence. Panic clawed at my chest as I stepped out of the bathroom, looking left and right to make sure there was no one else close by. I passed through the deserted hallway, thankful that there were no students lingering around. But I still kept my head down, my heart pounding so loud I could barely hear my own footsteps in the quiet hallway. I finally got outside and rounded the corner taking m

Fake Dating the Team Captain (5)

Chapter Five — He lied. He said just the tip.Seline's POV“Let me go”, I said, struggling.But he bunched up my skirt and held me, the rough and cold brick pressing into my cheek, as his weight pinned me against the wall.His cock was still pulsing against my thigh. My body trembled between resistance and surrender, my mind screaming while my hips betrayed me, grinding back against him.Then before I could gather my bearings, his hands gripped my waist and he sounded me around.“AHH…what the heck?”. I asked as my back hit the wall.His face was inches from mine, his glasses askew and his eyes dark with something I couldn't quite place.“You said I could just suck and go”, I gasped, my voice raw from the gagging.“I know what I said”. His breath was hot against my neck. “But I'm not done with you yet”.He dropped to his knees immediately and I tried pushing him away but he caught my wrists and pinned them against the wall on either side of my thighs. I struggled, my skirt bunched arou

File 20: The divorce lawyer (1)

Chapter One — Proof of cheating Lawyer Cristal’s POVI sat across from him, my legs crossed while I stared at him intensely.Then I uncrossed my legs and leaned forward.. over the center table of his office.“So…tell me, Mr. Stanford. Did you cheat on my client or not?”.He raised a brow then to my surprise, he threw his head back and laughed. A flash of surprise passed by my face but I masked it quickly.Then he looked back at me for a second then leaned forward as well, a sly smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.“Did my…ex-wife tell you that? That I cheated?”.I didn't offer any answer to that.“Alright, don't answer that, it's clear she did. But did you bring along the evidence to prove that claim?”. The smirk dropped. “Or are you here just to accuse the innocent?”.His eyes dropped and I knew exactly where they were.My cleavage.The way my blouse had revealed a generous amount of my breasts, all thanks to my push-up bra.I cleared my throat and sat upright. He followed as wel

The Divorce Lawyer (2)

Chapter Two —Lawyer Cristal's POV I found myself walking into the Stanford Corporation a few days later.I stepped off the elevator and got onto his floor, reminding myself for what seemed like the umpteenth time that this was just a routine. I told myself that I needed to gather more evidence and needed to build a case. I also needed to prove to myself that what happened last time was a mistake and certainly, a lapse in judgement that would not be repeating itself ever.Once I got to his office door, the first thing I noticed wasn't just that it was slightly open. It was the fact that I heard a voice. The familiar voice of my dear client but not her regular tone, she was breathless and light while Mr. Stanford's voice was low and rumbling, answering her.I stopped, my hand hovering over the door handle.Throught the creak, I saw them. My client was bent over his desk, her skirt bunched around her waist and her blouse completely unbottoned while her breasts jiggled front and back.

File ‌21: Neighbor's Window Watch (1)

Chapter One —I stood in front of the full-length mirror in nothing but a thin white tank top and cotton panties.The fabric clung to the curve of my breasts and I ran my hand down my chest to the front of my panties then down to my covered core.It was late in the afternoon and my husband had left for work hours ago but I had enough. I was a housewife and I was sex starved most of the time.My order for a rose sex toy had been delayed so this would have to do. For now.I peeled the tank top upward, slow and casual, letting my full tits spill free. I covered a hand over it, fondling as I threw my head back and closed my eyes.My nipples tightened in my palms so I dropped the tank top to the floor and hooked my thumbs into my panties, easing them down my thighs until the soft cotton pooled at her ankles.I kicked the panties off and walked backwards to the bed to lie down and spread my legs wide. I spread my pussy lips with two fingers and dragged the middle one through the slick heat

Neighbour's window watch (2)

Chapter Two —I swallowed, spreading my thighs just enough to let the cool night air kiss my slick folds."Ahhh...". I let out a soft, shuddering breath as my fingers found the swollen nub of my clit.I rubbed in slow, deliberate circles, the pad of my thumb pressing firm, then I released, feeling the slickness spread with each pass."Mmm...". A low moan escaped my lips as my hips began to rock in a subtle thrust that drove me deeper into my own touch.The wet sounds filled the yard and I didn't even think about my husband hearing even for a minute. If anything, he was a deep sleeper and slept like a log. This wasn't enough to awaken him.My arched my back, my eyes fluttering shut, and I imagined the press of a hard cock against my entrance.I bit my lips, pushing my finger deeper into my core at the thought of being filled by the huge monster cock and the way it would stretch my tight walls."Yeah...tssss—mmm...". A sudden rustle from the yard next door snapped my attention back. Th