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Caught In Bed With My Best friend’s father (5)

Caught In Bed With My Best friend’s father (5)Aliyah’s POVI didn’t know what came over me.One minute I was standing in the doorway watching him stroke himself and say my name, and the next I was on my knees with his cock in my mouth. When I heard him moan “Aaliyah” in that low, rough voice, something inside me just snapped. All the careful thoughts about how wrong this was, about Elle, about the fact that he was her father, disappeared. And now I only knew I wanted more of him.Now I was sitting on his lap in the armchair, his thick cock buried deep inside me, and I couldn’t stop moving. I rose up slowly and sank back down, over and over, feeling every inch stretch me open. He was bigger than I expected and every time I took him all the way in it felt like he might tear me, but the burn only made me wetter. I kept my pace steady, chasing the pressure that was already building in my stomach.“Fuck, Adrian,” I moaned, the words slipping out without any shame. “Your cock is so big, it

Caught In Bed With My Best friend’s father (6)

Caught In Bed With My Best friend’s father (6)Aliyah’s POVI barely made it to my room before I heard footsteps on the stairs.Elle pushed the door open and walked straight in, still carrying her bag. She dropped it on the floor and pulled me into a tight hug like nothing in the world was wrong.“God, I’m so glad to be home,” she said against my shoulder. “Today was the worst.”I hugged her back, trying to keep my breathing normal. My heart was still racing from what had almost happened downstairs and I could still feel how wet I was between my legs.“What happened?” I asked, forcing my voice to sound regular.Elle pulled away and flopped onto her bed with a groan. “Period cramps.. I’ve been dying since this afternoon. And then the charity drive ran late and I had to carry boxes with a heating pad shoved in my hoodie. I think I hate everyone.”I sat down on the edge of my own bed. “That sounds miserable. Did you take anything for it?”“Yeah, but it’s only helping a little.” She curle

Caught In Bed With My Best friend’s father (7)

Caught In Bed With My Best friend’s father (7)Aliyah’s POVI finished taking off my clothes and just sat down right there by the door. My legs opened wide by themselves. I was already so turned on I couldn’t think straight. I shoved three fingers inside my pussy and started moving them fast and roughly. It was almost painful but I didn’t stop. “Come to me,” I moaned, my voice coming out almost like a scream. “Come to me, Adrian. Come touch me. Have sex with me. Eat me. Please.”Adrian sat there looking at me for a few seconds. Then he closed his laptop slowly and put it on the desk. He stood up. The look on his face was different now. He didn’t look surprised. He had a small smile when he started walking over to me.He stopped in front of me and looked down. I was still fingering myself, staring up at him.“Take your fingers out,” he said quietly and I pulled them out, my hands all wet and shiny. He grabbed my wrist and brought my fingers to his mouth. He licked them one by one, sl

Father Ezekiel, please (1)

Father Ezekiel, please (1)BethanyWe’ve always been taught from little to keep our body holy. Don’t let a boy touch you. Don’t look at a boy too long and don’t think dirty thoughts because your body is a temple. God is watching.But when I started falling for Father Ezekiel, I knew I wasn’t going to keep that law.I’m Bethany. I’m twenty-four. I grew up in this church with the same pews, same stained glass for 24 years. I used to come because I was supposed to. Then when they brought father Ezekiel to our district, I started coming for a different reason.Father Ezekiel wasn’t old. Maybe he was just thirty-five. He was tall with dark hair. And almost every time when he was on the pulpit preaching, I’d sit in the third pew carried away and forget what the verse even was.I told myself I was being faithful but I was lying to myself. I was only supposed to show up on mondays for my duty. But because father Ezekiel was there, I started showing up on Wednesdays too, just to watch his ha

Father Ezekiel, please(2)

Father Ezekiel, please(2)LydiaI went back the next day with a cloth in my hand and a lie in my chest. I knew why I was really there. It was because I wanted him to fuck me and not because I wanted to clean.He was in the aisle when I came in and he looked up. “Lydia. You’re here early.”I stared at my feet feeeling shy. “The pews are dusty so I thought that I should clean.”He looked at the bucket. Then at my skirt, “You know you don’t have to do that.”I shook my head. “I want to. Please let me help.”“Do you?” He raised a brow and I nodded.I got on my knees by the third pew and started wiping slowly with my ass up. I felt his eyes on my ass. I heard him breathe in, sharply and when I glanced back I saw it. The outline of his cock was visible. He was aroused and that was exactly what I wanted. “Keep bending over like that.” He murmured to me as he stood up.“Why?” I played innocent. “Because I can see your ass and I’m already hard.”I grinned slyly. “I only came here to clea

Mr Smith (1)

Mr Smith (1)AshleyI got the most surprising birthday gift of my life—my boyfriend of six years in bed with my own blood sister. Fucking her in a way he had never done with me.Rage shot through me the second I opened the bedroom door. Xavier was on top of Rose, her legs wrapped around him, both of them moaning like the world outside didn’t exist. I just stood there holding the small cake I had bought on the way home, the cheap plastic fork still stuck in the top. Six years. I paid for half his med school fees when money got tight in Britain. I cooked every night, cleaned the apartment, stayed up with him during exams, turned down better job offers just so we could stay in the same city. And this was how he chose to pay me back.I scoffed, pulled off one of my heels, and threw it hard. It hit the wall near their heads with a loud crack. Both of them jerked apart like they’d been burned.“You dog!” I yelled and jumped on Xavier, hitting him as hard as I could, my nails scratching acr

Mr Smith (2)

Mr Smith (2) AshleyI stared at him for a second, my heart slamming in my chest.“Go on your knees,” he repeated, his voice still calm. “And suck my cock.”My legs felt weak. I slowly dropped down in front of him, the carpet soft under my knees. Mr. Smith didn’t move. He just watched me with those cold eyes while I reached up with shaking hands and unbuckled his belt. I pulled his zipper down and freed his cock that was already half hard and thick.“Go on,” he said. “Put it in your mouth.”I leaned in and wrapped my lips around the head. He tasted clean, a little salty. I took more of him in, bobbing my head slowly. His hand came to rest on the back of my head, not pushing, just holding.“That’s it,” he muttered. “Deeper. Don’t be shy now.”I took him further, letting saliva run down the shaft. He got fully hard very fast in my mouth. I used my hand on what I couldn’t fit and stroked him while I sucked. “Fuck,” he said under his breath. “Your mouth feels good.”After a few minutes h

Mr Smith (3)

Mr Smith (3)AshleyI barely slept that night because every time I closed my eyes I felt his mouth on me again, the way he had fucked me on the desk, the way he had filled me up and then calmly told me to get back to work. My body still ached in several places. I should have been angry or ashamed. Instead I kept replaying it.The next morning I stared at the clock while I got ready. 7:10… 7:20… 7:35. I knew exactly what I was doing. I put on a skirt with no panties underneath and a blouse that was a little too tight. Then I took the later bus on purpose.I walked into the office at 8:47 a.m and the second I sat at my desk the message popped up.Mr. Smith: report to my office now.My stomach flipped hard. I stood up and walked down the hallway, my legs all trembling. This time I didn’t even knock. I just opened the door and stepped inside.He was already standing by the window, looking at his phone. When he heard the door he turned around slowly.“Close it,” he said. “And lock it.”I d

Mr Smith (4)

Mr Smith (4)AshleyI had gotten used to Mr. Smith’s cock and it only took a few weeks. The way he filled me, the way he talked when he was inside me, the way he made me stay late just so he could bend me over his desk. I stopped pretending I hated being late. I started looking forward to the messages that ordered me to his office.That morning I walked into work with the same tight feeling in my stomach I always got when I knew I would see him. I sat at my desk, logged in, and waited for the usual ping but it never came.By 10 a.m. I started asking around and someone in accounting said he had flown out early for a business trip and wouldn’t be back until three days…maybe even four.I sat there staring at my screen, feeling stupidly empty as my body already expected him. The ache between my legs was familiar now. I kept shifting in my chair, pressing my thighs together, but it didn’t help.At lunch I went to the bathroom on the quiet floor, locked myself in the last stall, and sat dow

My mother’s husband (1)

My mother’s husband (1)LucyEver since my real father died, mom had been moving from one husband to another. Every new marriage meant packing up and leaving for another state. We never stayed long enough for me to make real friends and by the time I got used to a school or a neighborhood, it was time to leave again. The teachers would just start remembering my name and then we’d be gone again. My classmates stopped asking me to hang out with me after the third move. I got used to being the quiet new girl who never stayed. So here we were in Seattle for my mom’s latest wedding to Jeremiah Jones. He was sexy, tall, and most of all very wealthy. The first day mom invited him over for dinner was the day everything started feeling wrong. I opened the front door and just stared at me my mouth wide opened. He was standing there in a simple black shirt that did nothing to hide how built he was. Broad shoulders, hard chest, arms that looked strong enough to pick someone up without effort.

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