3. GREALISH BAKERI could think of worse ways to spend my weekend than being on a luxurious yacht going to a resort I didn't care about. I could be stuck on a deserted island or broke in Bristol, the city that never sleeps.It had been luck giving me a shot at having a life for once in my miserable existence when I met Estelle. She had been a customer at the spa where I worked part-time. She was in her late sixties, alone and vulnerable.I'd let morality and my inadequate upbringing stop me from seducing her but my fate was decided when I found out she was a divorced billionaire. We have been married for three months now and so far I have gotten used to the life of comfort.I didn't have to beg anymore or live on the edge not knowing where my next meal was going to come from. I could afford whatever the fuck I wanted and occasionally I risked having petty flings with pretty girls.Estelle had bought the hotel and bar as a wedding gift. My days of toiling for the rich as a nobody were
STORMIEI looked out to the sea, feeling the salty breeze brush against my face as we sailed through the ocean. It was one of my mom's yachts, 'The Queen's Serenade'. It was a beautiful vessel.I left the gym because there was nothing more excruciating than watching Cricket flirt with Grealish, the stepfather we had just been introduced to less than 24 hours ago.As I strolled along the deck, I noticed a tall figure standing near the quarter-deck. He had a confident stance and an aura of adventure surrounding him. I approached him thinking he would make a fine distraction. I needed a distraction badly.His name was Wilson and he was the Captain. He looked like he was in his mid-twenties with dark hair."Nice to meet you, Miss Stormie." He said.He looked like a nice guy. I had my share of nice guys and I wanted to try something different. No more nice guys.Wilson showed me the controls and explained what they did while I pretended to pay attention to what he was saying.The stinger
PAIGEMy body ached from the recent strain I'd gone through setting up this cruise. I craved rest and release but not in that particular order. I'd been so busy getting everything together I didn't even have time to breathe.I had to keep a close eye on Grealish. He was dangerous but I was confident that I could handle him. At least now he got the message that I wasn't going to let him fuck around anymore.Cricket was my biggest concern. She was a wild card and I had to focus on keeping her in line until Mrs. Estelle arrived. I had no fucking idea how I was going to do that but I knew I had to get it done.I plopped back on the luxurious bed and my body relaxed almost immediately. I remembered how not so long ago sleeping on a cold floor every night was normal. My joint would ache but only a little because I'd gotten so used to it.It had been luck smiling at me that made my path cross with Mrs. Estelle. She liked me and offered me a job I couldn't refuse. The girl who had once been u
GREALISHI blinked as sunlight found its way into my room. The brightness pulled me out of sleep's grasp for a moment. For a second I thought I imagined something moving beside me.Groggily, I opened my eyes, feeling more disoriented than ever as I noticed a mysterious woman lying beside me in bed. Confusion gave way to shock, and I leaped out of bed, scrambling to the edge of the bed. What the fuck?"Cricket?"She sat up, her wild hair resembling a bird's nest. She grinned mischievously, revealing an array of pearly white teeth. "Good morning, Grealish," she greeted, sounding far too cheerful for my liking.A million questions ran through my mind in a split second. The most important questions were why the fuck she was here on my bed and how she had gotten into the damn room.The sheets slipped away and I noticed she was naked, her small perky breasts pale and inviting. I knew I'd have to turn down the invite."What the fuck are you in my bed?" I stuttered, my voice sounding suspiciou
CRICKET “RICKI’ DANVERSI shook with feverish intensity the closer I got to his door. His words that afternoon had jolted me but I was over the shock and now all I wanted was his hands on my body. Touching me. Cursing me.The dress I wore was simple enough not to arouse suspicion but what was hidden underneath could easily make any man mental. My heart raced with mad intensity as I reached the door. I remembered what he had said and knocked twice and then waited. The door opened and I rushed in from fear of getting caught. He was dressed in a red garment that made him look like a sexy vampire ready to suck the life out of me by placing deadly fangs against the nape of my neck.I stumbled deeper into the room trying to distract myself. His eyes stayed on me even as he locked the door. I felt heat emitting from my body at the way he was looking at me.“Grealish—” I stuttered, my brain struggling to construct a decent chain of thought.He held his finger to his lip making me swallow wha
GREALISHMy hard cock slid into her wetness with every thrust while her ass smashed my body. Her ass wobbled like the turbulent waves of a stormy sea. It put my mind in a frenzied state seeing the motion from my point of view. I struggled to keep my excitement under control.Her movements quickened as the intensity of our fucking heightened. Her hips curved to form a perfect flipped “C” shape which gave me easier penetration. Her small tits bounced around without a care.The tightness of her pussy gave space for no wiggle room and it also made the experience mind-blowing. I could feel her heat, her moist wetness as it encircled me. Don’t let it get to your head.Her body was a shade of red from all the spanking and harsh foreplay that led us to this moment. I’d basked in putting her through the sexual torture part of foreplay. Her tears and her pain had been the aphrodisiac that made my dick rock hard.“Fuck!” She cried out.She turned around for a second to glance at our bodies comin
PAIGEAs I reached his door, I paused, smoothing out the dress I borrowed from Stormie's room and tugging at my bust. I took a deep breath before raising my hand to knock.Grealish answered the door, his blue eyes cold and unfeeling as they roamed over my body. I felt my skin sizzle in response to his icy gaze."What do you want?" He asked bluntly, his tone leaving no room for argument."You're the last person I want to see too," I said without giving him a chance to respond or process what was happening.I rode him back into the room and remembered how I had done the same thing earlier to Stormie. At what point did I become a thug forcefully injecting myself into rooms I wasn't invited into?My heart thumped as my body grazed his body making the slightest contact and I took a deep breath, feeling the adrenaline coursing through my veins.Grealish stood with a look of disbelief on his handsome face. The touch of gray stubble on his face gave off the impression of an overwhelming sensu
Mr. Willis is young, energetic, and stunningly handsome. All the qualities you wouldn't expect from a substitute economics professor.Soon his classes become one of the most attended classes on campus and the populace as you'd expect are hot horny babes. Jean Harrison, a straight grade student and aspiring nymphomaniac wants the new econ professor and she soon learns bitterly she can't have him. Michelle Peyton, another straight-grade student too afraid to come out of her shell, wants a taste of the new professor but she's clueless about what to do. Jean finds out how to kill two birds with one stone using Michelle and get what she wants, which is Mr. Willis's hard cock smashing her down.MICHELLE PEYTONI've had my fair share of sexual fantasies. There was a time I was particularly smitten by the pool cleaner at the hotel my dad managed. Nine-year-old me would imagine Santi's hard hands moving the length of my barely matured body. Most of the time I imagined I was twenty which compen
BrettMisha was as innocent as a dove when I met her. I shamelessly took that away from her and I’ll never be able to forgive myself for that. The only bright side of it was that she would never have been mine if I didn’t make a move. I might have taken her innocence, but I will never take her dignity and public image. I knew the stigma she would face for this, especially if no one owned up to being responsible for the baby. I was going to suffer for our actions as much as she would. It would never equalize since she was the one carrying the baby, but I’m going to do as much as I could to support her through it all. I couldn’t let her bear it alone.If it was some other person, I would have immediately suggested abortion without second thoughts. But this was Misha and I loved her. She was the first girl I brought to my bedroom. I didn’t think. I just found myself taking her there. I took all my one-night stands to my guestroom, but for some reason, I had wanted her on my bed. I wante
BrettThe moment Misha had run into my class that Monday morning all sweaty, with her breast plastered to her shirt, I wanted her. I had wanted her so bad I knew I wasn’t going to stop until I got her. I might be somewhat rebellious, but never irresponsible. Then Misha had come along and dealt thoroughly with my self-control and dignity as a teacher. I had lost my sanity.The past few days had been very unbearable for me. I craved for Misha every damn day, but I needed to keep to my word. I was ruining her. I made sure to lock my office door because I knew that once she was able to walk through that door, I wouldn’t be able to resist her. She had come earlier this morning to see me. She was more desperate this time than she has ever been, but I ignored her. It hurts so badly, but I was doing this for her. She needed to move on and forget about me.It was school over and she was banging on my door again.“Brett, please open up,” she begged. “We need to talk.” I sat down, listening to
I didn’t go to school the following day because my condition became worse. It didn’t get better the day after either, so I still stayed back home again. I didn’t like this at all. It’s been a while since I felt this sick. I had lost so much appetite and I was suddenly disgusted with most foods, even ones I used to really enjoy. I threw up not less than twice each of these days. I hated every bit of this and I just wanted to get well.I didn’t want Evelyn or Jason to come into my room in case whatever I had was contagious. Evelyn being Evelyn was stubborn. She always came in and even hugged me, telling me that everything would be fine. She seemed to be convinced that whatever I had wasn’t contagious. Mom stayed back from work these past two days to look after me. I hated drugs, but I was desperate to get well. So, I was ready to take whatever amount was given to me, only that my mom wasn’t giving me any at all. Each time she came into my room, she looked at me with so much anxiety. Wh
For the past four days, I’ve been barely existing. The days went by with me hardly feeling my presence. I felt too numb to feel anything, not even pain. Everything was back to normal with Mr. Brett. He was just my teacher, and I, another one of his students. He has become so formal, you won’t believe there was ever something between us. I had finally come to terms with it after trying severally to reach out to him. After that day he cut things between us, he began locking his office, so I just couldn’t access him except during classes. I couldn’t try anything stupid during classes, he had completely left me in a hopeless situation.I’ve been working to get my life straight. It’s been difficult considering how much I’ve derailed, but the urgency of the situation required that of me. I have just a month until graduation and if I wanted to graduate, I had to make up for my accumulated poor grades. I didn’t give myself time to think, I studied most of the time and had minimal leisure so
Nothing was going right today! It all started out with me waking up late this morning. Well, that wasn’t really my problem because that was becoming regular. The actual problem was that Jason left without me. No matter how late I woke up, he always waited for me as long as it wasn’t the kind of late that’ll get us in trouble. But now, he had to leave me because he offered to pick Vivian up and I was delaying. I trekked to school today when I really did not have the strength! That Vivian girl had all of Jason’s attention now and it was really getting irritating. I deserved it because when I had his attention, I took it for granted.But Mr. Brett too? He too was just too busy for me this morning. I went to his office to relieve my anger and stress, but ended up sitting down and watching him work. I could swear he was faking it because he just kept looking for one thing after another to get himself occupied. No matter how many times I groaned out my frustration, he didn't glance at my di
I sat ogling Mr. Brett as he taught. He knew I was and I watched him try to ignore me. He was taking care not to look at me. It was entertaining and I was sure that the smile that was spread across my face was doing nothing to help him. I wanted to know his acting skills. How much he could pretend and not give away that something was going on between us.It seems like Mr. Brett realized my motive and decided to give me my own share of suffering. “Miss Misha.” I saw a smirk appear on his face and my smile disappeared immediately. What was he doing?“Would you tell us what’s so amusing that you got that smile plastered on your face.”Traitor!I swallowed hard. He had given himself an opportunity to comfortably look at me. The smirk had changed to a smile. He was enjoying this. Damn. I had nothing to say. “Are you daydreaming in my class again Miss. Misha? That guy must be something.” The class laughed, but I wasn’t embarrassed or mad.I rolled my eyes. Did he just compliment himself
It’s been two days now and I haven’t returned to school since the day I walked out of Mr. Brett’s office heartbroken. It was Thursday morning, exactly 5:00am and I was already awake contemplating if I would go to school. The pain felt a little bearable today. For the past two days, each time I opened my eyes in the morning, the pain came back like it was a fresh wound. I began to sob and get so weak that I couldn’t go to school. I still felt the pain now I just woke up, but it felt like it was fading and not like a fresh wound.I had told Jason that I am sick and that he shouldn’t bother. Whenever he came around to visit, I tried to brighten up and act more like I was sick than heartbroken. It didn’t take much effort to act. Being heartbroken felt like being sick.My family too bought the whole thing, except my mom who I felt was suspicious that something else was wrong. If she was, she didn’t push. Seems like she wanted me to open up by myself. I was lying on my bed and staring up
My shoulders sagged for the umpteenth time as I let out a sigh of frustration. For the first time I was paying attention to my appearance and it really wasn’t going well. I was in front of my mirror, staring at the mess I’ve made of my face in an attempt to put on some makeup. How the fuck is this done?!I groaned and went back to my bathroom to wash off my face again. My face was already burning due to the frequent scrubbing. This was not fun at all! Giving shit about how you look and trying to keep up with appearance is total slavery! It was at this moment, I really started pitying the likes of Evelyn. And to say they do this every damn day!Why am I feeling a little desperate to look good today? I’ve never put on makeup before, so what the hell made me feel that I would know how to? I didn’t even own a makeup kit! This is Evelyn’s.When I was done washing off my face, I stared at my bathroom mirror. I didn’t like the face that stared back at me and that only built my frustration.
I slowly opened my eyes to meet total darkness. I sat up on the bed and stretched. My back and pussy were aching. It wasn’t the painful kind of arching. It felt more like a sweet pain. I stretched again to relieve the strain in my muscle and lower back. My eyes gradually started adjusting to the darkness.My face flushed as the memory of my afternoon with Mr. Brett flooded in. I smiled and covered my face with my palms. I would be so embarrassed to look him in the eyes again.I couldn’t see but I could tell I was the only one in the room. I stretched my hand to my side, to confirm. Mr. Brett wasn’t there. I could see rays of light seeping in through little openings of the door. That meant that Mr. Brett was around. My heart skipped a bit with the thought of having to go out to meet him. It was inevitable, so there was no point in delaying. I stretched my legs out of the bed and stood up. I still felt too weak to carry my own weight. How long did I sleep? And wasn’t it enough to reg