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Cassie I arrived the next morning and did not bother with the usual polite knock. I tried the handle. It was unlocked. I walked in and shut the door behind me. Dave was already in the recliner like I had told him. The sweatpants were gone. He wore only a pair of dark boxers and the surgical boot. The outline of his cock was clear against the fabric, half hard already just from knowing I was coming. Becca’s shoes remained by the door in the same neat position. I looked at them once and then ignored them completely. “You listened,” I said as I set my bag down. “Hard not to after yesterday.” I pulled the ottoman in and sat between his knees without asking. My hands settled on his thighs and pushed them wider. He let me. I reached for the waistband of the boxers and dragged them down until his cock sprang free. It was thicker than it had looked the day before, the head already shiny. I wrapped my hand around the base and stroked him once. “No more pretending this is about muscle te

Cassie I walked into the house the next morning and went straight down the hall. The bedroom door was open. Dave was on the bed exactly like I had told him, naked, surgical boot hanging off the edge of the mattress, cock already hard against his stomach. The sheets smelled like laundry detergent and something faintly like a woman’s perfume that was not mine. I started stripping as soon as I entered the room. He watched me without speaking. When I was naked I climbed onto the bed and moved to straddle him the same way I had in the recliner. His hands shot up and gripped my waist hard, stopping me before I could sink down. “Not yet,” he said. His voice was rougher than usual. “You’ve been running every visit. My turn.” I raised an eyebrow but did not fight the hold. He sat up, the movement careful because of the boot, and flipped our positions with surprising strength. My back hit the mattress that belonged to him and Becca. He settled between my thighs, the hard length of his co

Cassie I walked into the house the next morning and went straight to the bedroom. Dave was already on the bed, naked, propped against the headboard with the surgical boot hanging off the side. His cock was hard against his stomach. He looked at me and waited. I stripped without a word. Scrubs, bra, panties. I left them in a pile on the floor and climbed onto the bed. He slid down so he was flat on his back. I swung a leg over his head and lowered my pussy onto his mouth. His hands gripped my thighs and pulled me down harder. His tongue pushed into me immediately, thick and wet, licking through my folds and then focusing on my clit. I braced my hands on the headboard and started grinding against his face. The stubble on his jaw scraped the inside of my thighs. The sensation made me even wetter. “Fuck,” I breathed. He moaned into my cunt and kept eating me with focused, filthy strokes of his tongue. I rode his face harder, rubbing my clit against his mouth while he pushed his tongu

Kaitlyn The office had mostly emptied by the time I finished the last of the reports. The overhead lights in the hallway were already dimmed. My car sat in the far end of the parking garage with a dead battery and a note on the windshield I had ignored for two days. I stood by the elevators with my bag over my shoulder and my phone in my hand, scrolling through rideshare options that all said fifteen to twenty minutes. Byron came around the corner carrying his jacket over one arm. He worked on the executive floor. Everyone knew who he was. Married to the woman who signed off on half the contracts in the building. He slowed when he saw me. “You look stuck,” he said. “Battery died. I’m trying to get a car.” He glanced at the phone in my hand and then at the empty hallway behind me. “I’m heading out. I can drop you.” I hesitated. Accepting a ride from the boss’s husband felt like stepping over a line I usually stayed behind. The garage was quiet. The alternative was standing there

Kaitlyn I woke up sore between my legs and sticky along my inner thighs. The sheets still held the smell of sex and the faint trace of his cologne. For a long minute I stared at the ceiling and let the full weight of the previous night settle. Byron had walked into my apartment, ignored every refusal, and fucked me until I came three times. Then he had left with the calm instruction that he would drive me to work. My phone lit up on the nightstand while I was still lying there. Be ready at 8:15. Door unlocked. I read the message twice. The rational part of my mind listed every reason to reply with a hard no and take the bus. Instead I got up, showered, and dressed for the office. I left the door unlocked when I went downstairs to wait. His car pulled up at exactly 8:15. I opened the passenger door and got in. The interior smelled like leather and the same cologne that had been on my sheets. Byron glanced at me once as I fastened the seatbelt. “Morning.” “Morning.” He pulled in