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Is That Good, Daddies

Jed took a couple deep strokes, eyes closed, letting himself enjoy my puffy, willing twat. “Unnh, she feels good,” he grunted, big hands caressing my ass cheeks. “Unnh, yeah this slutty pussy feels good.” And sure enough, when he pulled out, there was red ring at the base of his dick too, the mark of my innocence. But the two men didn’t stop there. Instead, taking my breath away, making me scream with pleasure, they began to take turns fucking my pussy. That’s right, Jed would do a couple strokes and then pull out, letting Brian get his dick wet. And then Brian would stop, letting Jed take his place, sampling my hungry pussy. And it was so wrong, so absolutely dirty that I could do nothing but take it. I pressed my face into the pillow, narrow shoulders braced on the bed and just let myself feel. “Mmmm, Jed, Brian,” I moaned incoherently, eyes squeezed shut, my pussy harboring two men. “Yes, give it to me.” A

Fuck You!!

Angie I thought we had a connection but clearly I was wrong. Because real life has been like a thump back to earth, a splash of cold water on my face. No, actually it’s more like the Ice Bucket Challenge, getting a huge cooler of cold water dumped onto your body when you least expect it because Brian and Jed are ignoring me now. After our illicit session at the wake, I’m now persona non grata, the invisible girl. Well, not exactly invisible because I still work at their office. It would be too weird if I suddenly got fired for no reason after the funeral. But my best efforts to engage them are totally fruitless, I’m just another secretary now. “Hi,” I murmured, stepping into the office where Jed and Brian were meeting. It was after hours, and I shut the door quietly, locking it with a snick. Just two week ago, this would have been an invitation to get down, to push their mouths into my wet snatch, for us to get naked and wat

Yesterday's Trash

Without opening his eyes, Brian leaned his head back against the chair before opening those blue eyes. God, he was so magnetic, that gaze so charismatic that my pussy shivered involuntarily, juicing again. But he wasn’t looking at my private parts, at my sweet honey hole. Instead, with the discipline of Gandhi, Brian looked only at my face, taking in my warm brown eyes and quivering pout. But my pleading had no effect. “Naw baby girl,” he ground out. “This is hard to explain but you’re not our type.” I snorted, disbelieving, flipping my skirt back over my butt cheeks. “Not your type? I don’t think so,” I said, this time putting my hands on my hips. “What happened at the funeral wasn’t a fluke, or don’t you remember? If I’m correct, you and Jed were all over me, fucking my virgin pussy until you came. Over and over again, if memory serves me right.” Brian nodded, as though tired. “That’s right, baby girl, but that’s the problem. Fucking a vi

A brand new life

Teresa “Teresita! You’re going to be late!” my mom called. I groaned and shut the book I’d been reading. Okay, accounting isn’t exactly sexy and exciting, but it’d pay the bills and help lift my family from our humble origins. I sighed and stumbled to grab my backpack, stuffing the book inside with a bunch of other things I’d need. Notebook? Check. Calculator? Check. Extra change of clothes for my shift? Check check. Reality was tough. My mom and I moved to California from the Honduras ten years ago, temporarily moving in with relatives while getting settled. I’d enrolled in junior high and my mom had joined my aunt’s business “Krystal Klear Kleaners – Make Your Rooms Sparkle!” It wasn’t bad. It was honest work and my mom and I took home about $50 per home we cleaned. Of course, I was thirteen when I started, so I was essentially free help, someone who tagged along and dusted, did the easy stuff while my female relatives slaved away. But even fif

Scarlet Lips

Matt POVIt was so fucking boring at these things. I looked around the dinner table, the women dressed in couture, the men in slick dinner jackets. I could have sworn our hostess had a real fur stole around her neck, which was ludicrous given that the pea shoot soup had dribbled a bit of neon green onto the white fur. “Matt,” she called out, her voice ringing out across the table. “Tell us what you’re up to these days. You and your brothers are filthy rich from the Sterling Pharmaceuticals IPO, isn’t that right?” Ah, trust Delinda to be discreet. Of course, all the guests already knew that Sterling was a fucking unicorn, one of the few start-ups to successfully launch and go public. And yes, my brothers Jake, Caleb, Cade and I were now fucking billionaires, the toast of San Francisco. But really Delinda? Did you have to make a pronouncement at a crowded table? I responded the only way I could. Delinda was married to Bill Dowd, one of the top VCs in the val

What the fuck?

Teresa POV Oh shit, I was late again. Class had gotten off five minutes later than expected and I’d missed my bus to Pacific Heights, where the client lived. I’d have to walk and that promised to be a demoralizing experience. San Francisco is a city of steep hills and trekking to Pac Heights from Civic Center was going to test my lung capacity and overall fitness. Sighing, I hoisted my bag up and slung it over my shoulder. “Heya pardner, need help with that?” asked a male voice behind me. It was Orlando, one of my fellow classmates at City College who fancied himself a big man on campus. Ugh, he was so greasy and slimy, he reminded me of the goons back home – just boys with guns loosely tucked into their waistbands, thinking that made them men. But Orlando’s weapon wasn’t a firearm. His was his connection to the mayor. A nephew of Mercedes Diaz, Orlando constantly bragged about his famous relative, peppering each conversation with “Aunt Mercedes this,

A Dangerous Deal

Matt Teresa was delicious to behold, even trembling and fearful. The brunette’s hair had pulled loose from her ponytail, tendrils framing her face, her denim shirt molding the contours of her breasts. I could sense her generous cleavage, ripe and luscious, straining against the buttons, envisioning each nipple to be a pretty pink, perfect for suckling. Okay, so this girl wasn’t exactly supermodel type or even the kind that you see at parties I frequent. First, she was far too short. For some reason, the women at society soirees are always so fucking tall, six feet or over. I don’t know how but those bitches must be wearing stilts at all hours, comfort be damned. By contrast, Teresa would never be more than shoulder-high on me … five five at most. Plus, she was curvy in the most delicious ways. Her hips, ass, breasts … fuck, my cock was stiffening just looking at her. But first things first. The girl was sobbing furiously, her head twisted away from me so all

Eligible Bachelor

Okay, again something rang untrue. Usually a family sends its male members first to eke out a living, remitting money to their female relatives back home until they can afford to bring everyone to the U.S. So something about Teresa’s story was a off, but again, there was no point in pushing. Instead, I could feel my curiosity growing. Teresa was so different from the other women I knew, a girl with a difficult background, a mother who didn’t speak English, and who worked to put herself through school. The women I knew had everything handed to them on a silver spoon, spoiled and whiny if they didn’t get exactly what they wanted. But being the bastard that I am, my mind was already a million miles ahead. I decided to stop with the preliminaries. Interesting yes, but my body had hit its limits. “Teresa,” I said slowly. “You’ve been working for me for three years now, right? Somewhere around there?” I asked.

Billionaires always get their way

But before I could give it more thought, Matt was pulling me close, into the heavenly circle of his arms, a feeling of safety permeating my bones even as he towered over me, his masculine form dominant and possessive. “Let’s do a dry run, shall we?” he drawled before lowering his head. And I was drawn in for a kiss. Not a kiss like you see in a romantic comedy, but a true telenovela, crazy swoon-in-love type kiss, where the hero pulls the beautiful heroine close and ravishes her. Matt was no exception. His lips descending over mine were gentle at first, probing my mouth, his mobile mouth expressive and soft as they moved softly over mine. But the flames were immediate, my breasts growing hot as they pressed against his chest, the nipples hardening like bullets. Matt savagely took more, parting my lips insistently, running his tongue into my wet cavern, tasting me, sampling me, making me shiver with desire. I’m ashamed to say but my cunny

My Darkest Secret

Teresa I’d been humiliated. First, during the scene with Orlando, which my employer had unfortunately witnessed. I never should have gotten a ride, I should have just taken the bus or walked, lateness be damned. What the fuck was wrong with me? I sobbed. It was like I’d forgotten everything Mami had ever taught me, including not getting into cars with strange men. Then there was the meltdown I’d had at Matt’s house. I admit, I’d been seriously considering taking him up on his offer. It sounded almost too good to be true, a dream opportunity. Sashay around town on the arm of the most eligible man in SF, attend a couple dinners, a couple functions, shake some hands and then after the election, I’d be free. It was only a commitment of a few months, and I’d probably have a pretty penny to add to my savings account, which was frankly, desperately needed. But it’d all come crashing down. The moment he kissed me, the m

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