Rachel Brockman Hot Novels & Stories

“Where’s Lila?” I demanded to know. Brody narrowed his eyes at me, seemingly confused. I realized I must have sounded like a worried boyfriend, and I needed to think of something else to say. “Where is everybody else?” “Lila is still inside,” Scott cried. “She told me to get Rachel out.” “I don’t know where Ryan is,” Rachel cried; her entire charred body was trembling. “I think I broke my foot.” “Call 911,” I demanded.

The glow of the TV painted the dark room with shifting colors, and I caught sight of her. Camille. Sprawled across the couch like a scene from a forbidden dream, head nestled against the armrest, watching some cheesy romcom. And what she had on… Christ. White lingerie. Sheer. So thin I could see the smooth dip of her waist and the curve of her hip from where I stood. Heat slammed into my groin, my cock jerking to full hardness in seconds, pressing painfully against my briefs. My throat dried. My pulse kicked hard against my veins.

Matt figured he was one of her bosses. "Rein?" He glanced at Matt. "Sandy buzzed me and said she thought you might have a problem, so I - " He looked at Matt again and blinked. "Damn ! Matt Vorchak." He held out his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you. Saw your excellent play when The Rage won The Cup." "Uh, thanks." Matt rose to take the man's hand. "Charles Bandrich. One of the partners here." He glanced at Brenna. "Your sister is one of our bright shining stars. We're very lucky to have her."

“Fuck.” Rachel stared at her phone in the hotel room. Another lonely business trip, another boring night. The steamy romance novel she’d bought at the airport wasn’t helping the growing ache between her legs. It had been weeks since her breakup, and she was horny. She decided to head down to the hotel bar. Slipping into a cocktail dress and heels, she felt good as heads turned when she walked in. She ordered a glass of wine and soon a well-dressed man named Grant slid onto the stool beside her.

“Finger my ass while I stroke my cock. Trent can lick your necklace off afterwards, while I make you cum.” I get us off and then uncage Rhett’s cock. Trent and Rhett make out and I watch him make Trent cum by giving him head and then we snuggle together with Rhett in the middle and sleep. “I don’t do shit. I don’t do degradation…I don’t mind CBT. In fact, I like it. I’m curious about a lot of it and am willing to try and I already have heard about the stoplight system,” Rachelle says from the bathroom doorway as I wake up. “I will gladly submit to Rhett and you or Dominic, but not my brother.”

Aurelia I couldn’t move. The crawling sensation was everywhere, inside my bra, down my stomach, tangled in my hair. My skin prickled with revulsion, and my stomach churned from it all. Someone nearby laughed loudly. “Holy shit, did you get that on video?” I didn't bother to identify the speaker or check if they'd infact gotten everything or some of it on video. I forced my legs to work, stumbling toward the nearest door, brushing frantically at myself as I went.

She would leave it at that. His wife, Rachel, was short, with long blond hair, and a store-bought bosom. She was playful, with full lips and deep green eyes. According to Chelsea's conversations with Brian, Rachel enjoyed playing both sides as much as she loved watching the action taking place. Brian was more into the action than being a spectator. He wanted to fuck, plain and simple.

I couldn’t fight it anymore. My whole body felt like fire. Heat burned through me as Damian’s chest pressed against mine, his scent flooding every inch of my senses. My thighs trembled, and down there, I could already feel the dampness spreading. The torture of holding it in became unbearable. “Kiss me,” I whispered almost shamelessly. The words slipped out before I could stop them, bold and reckless. My brain screamed at me, Are you crazy, Rachel? but I didn’t care. I wanted him. I wanted to taste his lips, to know if what I feel was real.

Rachel was dressed scantily in the video and was dancing sexily in front of more than ten men. She kissed a black man at one moment, and in the next second, she smiled seductively at a white man. At the end of the video, she had even removed her shirt and was practically naked. The video ended at that point and left things to the imagination. Of course, this was a warning to Rachel. If she continued not admitting to things, the videos that would be uploaded next would not be as simple as this one.

Rachel slurred, looking at the man then at me. “Sister! You can't keep looking at him that way.” I said before we would be arrested for being a pervert.. “Well, it's actually rare to see a man well-built like that. Isn't he handsome? And I think he is looking at you.” Rachel said and looked at the window. The hot guy was indeed looking at us. “Don't be outrageous, let's just go already please,” I begged her and she chuckled before climbing the stairs and I followed her, breathing heavily.