Semua Bab LUST AND RUIN: A Hot collection of Fetishes.: Bab 1 - Bab 10

LINDA'S POVThe collection of files flew across my office, the branded ones taking a different route from the unbranded materials. “Do that again, and this time be smart,” I yelled. My voice bounced back in echoes. He looked down at the flood of his hard work scattered across the shiny tiles. I studied his face for a reaction. There was none.“I’ll do as you’ve asked, ma’am,” he replied, his voice shaky but audible. His glasses slid off his nose; he adjusted them, crinkling his chisel-shaped nose like it could somehow catch them.His knees kissed the floor as he tried to put together what was left of the proposal document I had asked him to reprint for the sixth time. “Thank you, ma’am,” he said with a slow bow, head locked between his wide shoulders. I gave a passive wave that meant get out of my office. My waist leaning into my massive office chair, as I reminisced on the call I had received earlier, announcing the passing of my aunty.I let out a deep sigh, unlocking my legs. Maybe

LINDA'S POVWhen I awoke the next morning, he was gone. Like the wind. He didn’t ask for anything. I awoke with a pounding ache in my pussy. I smiled softly, spreading my legs widely for some fresh air. It was the best fuck of my entire existence. I managed to get dressed, sorted all my bills with the receptionist, and set off for my home.When I arrived home, I prepared a sitz bath. The soreness I felt was too overwhelming to let me breathe. Random flashbacks came with my pussy throbbing, drooling pussy juice leaving trails on my panties. I moaned to the memory of how his innocence vanished and I was at his mercy. I sucked on my fingers softly, replaying the mental picture. I was excited and looking forward to seeing him at work on Monday.*******Monday came early as I had wished. And I hurried to work, taking rehearsals in front of a mirror on how to remain casual and non-confrontational like a teenager, despite the fact that that young man had me on my knees begging.I arrived at

“Who are you?” I yelled, my voice trembling with raw terror. My legs were planted wide apart, and the fear had completely wiped every coherent thought from my mind, leaving my unclad, naked body exposed and vulnerable.Without thinking, I bolted toward my bedroom, my voice ringing out in loud, shaky, high-pitched screams that echoed through the apartment. The masked man remained completely still in the hallway, as if he were deliberately letting me run, toying with me. His black mask clung tightly to his face and neck like a hoodie pulled up and twisted into a sinister disguise.Only his piercing eyes, nose, and mouth were visible through the openings. He was tall—easily 6’2”—with broad, powerful shoulders and a muscular, athletic build. He wore tight black leather pants that hugged his thick thighs and a fitted black T-shirt that accentuated his strong chest.Thud! My bedroom door slammed shut behind me. The moment I burst inside, my shaky hands fumbled desperately, almost forgetting

BARBIEThe quietness of my neighborhood was unusually irritating me this morning. I hated those days when Kennedy—my stepbrother—would drive off to school with that nitwit Kevin, our neighbor, sitting at the front seat like he owned it. It should be me seated in it. I’m the passenger princess.Days like this he was usually short tempered and would seldom wait up for me to join them before he zooms off without me.I stood right on the porch of the garage, school bag on shoulder, the weight of my laptop and books pulling my shoulder down like I was some posture defected gangster. His car sped off , its red catchy color sparkling from a distance. I walked towards the bus station, I couldn’t be late for school.I knew that nitwit Kevin asked him to drive off without me. Always pretending to be around him because of hockey practice but I definitely could see through that one. We lived two blocks away from his family home.Our parents had insisted we lived here. It was a family oriented nei

BARBIEWhy did it have to be Kevin? Why didn’t he come to me? I hated the sight of his hands on another man, it should be me! But somehow the way they slid their veiny hard cocks together, and how they grew in thickness and length with every rub made my cock hard.I looked down at my knees, my cock was halfway to the glass door that stood in between me and the wonder that was on the other side.“Fucking hell” I exclaimed, shaking my head. Too many thoughts were running through them. I struggled, fighting the urges to stroke my cock alongside them, I hated this. But my cock said otherwise. It wouldn’t stop growing or throbbing against my shorts.They continued, this time Kennedy took over. He turned the shower off. Now the room was quieter, with no other sound but that of breaths heaving loudly..He poured shower gel over his palms and then he clasped both cocks together. His big hands taking their cocks in between one of his hands. Stroking along their lengths so slowly I could see th