Nath jumped in shock when the door opened behind him.“What— who—”The man that had entered took off his helmet and grinned at Nath. “The door was opened.”Nath, still naked, covered his cock with his and futilely. “Get out! Get out! Get out before I get you arrested for breaking and entry.”“Breaking and entry? You invited me. I'm the plumber what's come to fix your pipes.”“Well, yes. I didn't tell you to come into my house uninvited! Get out!”The man was staring lustfully at Nath's cock. Somehow his hand had slipped off from his cock in his penis.“Say,” began the plumber, inching closer to Nath.Nath scooted back. “Stay back,” he said, try to inject an authoritative note into his voice. “Say, you have quite a big cock on you there, sonny. Want me to have a taste?”“If you come any closer, I'll scream murder.” He couldn't even speak loud, not to talk of screaming. He'd been fucked so hard that he felt tired and drained. He wouldn't dream of winning this plumber in a tussle. He wa
Angel watched as the creature slid into the seat opposite him.She reached out, took his drink, and swallowed in one gulp.“Ohmygosh, Ohmygosh.”Angel didn't so much as blink. He was used to strange antics from Jaz, and if Jaz was crazy then Irene, this creature, was crazier.She looked at him with a smile, her eyes twinkling. “Hello, Angel.”He raised his glass to his mouth. “Hello, Irene.”“Mysterious as usual.”“What were you running from?”“Why would you think that?”He only kept quiet and continued staring at her.“Oh, okay. You win.” She poured and downed another shot.“Take your time, please.”She flashed a grin. “Okay, relax. There was this guy outside. I might have been edging him on. Not really much. Just a bit.”“Edging?”“Yeah, like flirting. Not the—” She broke off, and they stared at each other. She leaned forward with her elbows on the table while her palms supported her chin. “What sort of edging do you think I'm talking about?”“You tell me.”“Do you know any other ki
“You're a screamer.”Irene tried, and failed, to stop the smile that showed on her face. “Yes, I am. Problem? Scared of the neighbour's criticism?”“No. They'll know I did a good job.”She swatted his chest playfully. “Don't be arrogant about it.”“Not arrogant. Truthful.”As much as she wanted to disagree with him so he could get off his high horse, she couldn't.The man was amazing.She'd discover boys since the age of fifteen and had never been this satisfied. She had almost always been a mile short of being satisfied and she'd been branded a prostitute because she pitched her tent with no one and wasn't shy to try out different cocks.She'd tried a whole lot of them. Fat men and thin men. Men with short fat cocks, men with thin cocks, and the ones that were caught in between. She'd been with men who prodded her like you would an animal. She recalled a fat, squash body on top of her, poking at her pussy, his face smiling down at her foolishly [Are you enjoying it?] while she laid
She reached for her phone beside her on the bed. She tapped a few buttons, hesitated, then dropped the phone back down.She'd wanted to text Jaz for Angel's number so she…. So she could what?Was she seriously going to agree to his terms? But then, if she could get sexual gratification from him, why look for it somewhere else?Because he was an arrogant, cocky bastard. But a damn fine lover.Spread eagle on the bed, she sighed as the activities of yesterday came to her mind.She could remember the feel of his fingers in her pussy. It had been pure unexpected bliss.She groaned and shifted on the bed when she began to feel aroused. She tried to kill the thoughts [die, die!], but they refused to die.A second later, she knew she was wet. Another second later, she slide her hand down her belly and touched herself.She began to toy with her clit and she sighed in satisfaction at the relief she felt. She parted her vagina lips and let her right forefinger go inside her while the fingers o
Yasmine's diary entry:Rob's stepdaddy is back from his travels and I have to say that he is so hot. The moment I saw him, my pussy began to throb. He has a huge cock as I could see the outline of it in his pants. I know, I know, he is my boyfriend's step-dad and I shouldn't be such a cockwhore. I should stop having such thoughts but can you blame me? Rob doesn't know how to handle my insatiable cunt so most times I have to find other means to help myself. Maybe his stepdaddy will be interested?****I bit my lips lustfully as I saw Stefan, Rob's stepfather, walked into the living room where I was watching TV.Stefan had white hair and white beard which only added elegance to his looks. He was also very muscular and I am sure he had a thick cock as well.I made sure my ample breasts were showing as he made his way towards me.“Can I help you with anything, Stefan?” I asked.He sat beside me. “Not at all, Yasmine. I must say that it's so nice to meet you. Can't believe Rob now has a gi
Yasmine's diary entry: I don't know what my test score will be in Professor Gerald's class today. I know I didn't do so well but I can only hope and pray that he doesn't fail me.****In Class:“So some of you did well in the previous test I conducted for you in the last class,” Professor Gerald's voice rang out, his hands holding in to the test papers, “but some of you didn't do well.”My heart began beating fast as he shuffled through the papers in his hands.“If I call your name, step up here and come and get your papers from me.”One by one, he began calling their names and they all went up to him to receive their papers.Some of them looked happy while the others looked sad and down.He continued calling names, and soon the papers in his hand was finished.My heart beat wildly. Where was my paper? Why wasn't my name called? Had I failed so woefully that my paper could not be returned due to pity and shame for me?“You have all seen your scores and I hope you will find your wea
Yasmine's diary entry:I'm going over to Rob's house to tell him his Father fucked me. He deserves the honesty and I don't blame him if he breaks up with me. His Daddy's cock was so delicious yesterday. It satisfied my cunt and to be honest, I can't wait to have more of it.****“I need to tell you something.” I said in a voice that immediately had him turning to me.“What's the problem?”“I - I did something horrible yesterday.”“So horrible to make to look this sad?” He took my hand and kissed it before smiling brightly. “I forgive you whatever it is.”I shook my head. “No. No. Your Dad and I had sex yesterday.”“Dad?” He asked, eyes wide.I lowered my eyes in shame. “Yes, I'm sorry.”There was silence until he said, “Look at me.”I dragged my eyes to his.“I forgive you.”“Rob—”He cut me off. “I know I don't satisfy you the way you want to be satisfied. You can have anybody you want - as long as your heart belongs to me.”“Rob.” I whispered, tears pooling in my eyes. I hated to se
Stefan noticed the sad look on Yasmine as she entered into the house.He pulled her closer has she came to him on the sofa.“What's wrong, baby girl?”She pouted, her face sad and pitiful. “I had a tough day in college today.”Stefan frowned. “What? Why? Some students bugging you?”She shook her head. “Not. Not students. There's this certain professor of mine who —” She stopped as if she could not utter the next words from her lips.Stefan was more intrigued. “Who what? What did the bastard do to you?”“He bends me over the desk and fucks my ass.”Stefan jolted. “What?”“I think that's what he prefers,” Yasmine continued. “He says if I don't comply with him, then he'll fail me in his class.”Stefan's finger clenched tight around his bottle of beer. “That bastard. Did, did he do it to you today again?”The girl nodded. “Yes. I'm all sore.”“That fucking bastard!” Stefan cursed again.Yasmine sighed. “Is there anything I can do against him?”“I don't know,” Stefan said, looking thought
WARNING: THE CONTENT BELOW IS HIGHLY SENSITIVE“I want it from behind,”Without a word, my boyfriend turned me around so that I was facing my mother's body.“Enjoying the show, mother?” I asked, my lips in a victorious mocking smirk.I moaned as low as I could as I felt Freddie's thick cock prodding against my entrance.“Oh, mother, how I wish you were alive to see this. But I'll take what I can get.”My eyes rolled back in pleasure as my boyfriend fully sank his cock in my ass, the length and thickness of it fillng me up.“A-are you sure about this, Cole?” he stammered.“Don't be a pussy, Freddie. Do it.”“B-but they're are people outside.”“I know.” And I didn't care. I despised every single one of them. Being gay in such a family had been hell for me, and my own mother had made it worse.She'd call me all sort of names, spat at me and treated me like I was the very devil himself.Uptight, stuck-up bitch.Now, she was dead and I'd like to treat her on one final send-off.“I want to
The office was silent except for the rhythmic ticking of the clock and the soft rustling of papers coming from the table. Ava Monroe stood in front of the massive mahogany door, her fingers gripping the file in her hand as she watched her boss."You called for me, Mr. Blackwood?" Her voice held a hint of amusement, as if she could barely stop herself from bursting into laughter.This charade was funny — she pretending that she and her boss weren't lovers, or the fact that she'd spent the night in his place overnight — and had been fucked senseless by him.It was unethical and unprofessional, she knew, but as much as she tried to, she couldn't resist the allure that was him. He had wanted to announce his relationship to the other staff, but she had stopped him.She enjoyed the secrecy that came with their relationship.Ethan Blackwood, CEO of Blackwood Enterprises, lifted his gaze from the document to meet hers. His steel-grey eyes held an intensity that made her stomach clench and he
“NO!” Larissa yelled again and struggled to pull free from the witch holding her. “NO, Aleric! Don't drink it!” If he did, he would lose all of his memories and fall under their spells. She would no longer exist in his mind. He would be nothing but an animal made to kill."I'm waiting, Aleric," said Marcel in a sing-song voice. "Would you rather drink this or watch as your woman's skin melts off her face?"Aleric jerked at his chain. "Don't do this, Marcel.""It's all up to you now, dear Aleric. Drink, or she melts.""NO!" wept Larissa, but even as she spoke, he knew he had no choice. Already, he could see the tip of her hair in the fire, her face flushed and sweaty from the heat."I will drink,"Marcel smiled. "Making wise decisions, Aleric. Good man. You and I will have so much fun. Just like old times, "Before, Marcel reached him with the drink, Aleric locked eyes with his wife."I want a kiss with her,""What??" shrieked Oanez. "You're not in a position to bargain!""I want to
“Miss me?”Aleric struggled to get up from the floor but fell back each time.Marcel smiled as he watched the man at his feet. “I'm stronger now, faster. I can kill you right here right now and leave your carcass for the birds of the air to feed on,”Aleric ignored him and tried standing up again. Larissa. If Marcel knew that his wife was in the room....Marcel began to sniff the air. “I smell woman,”He kicked Aleric aside and stepped into the house.“Why, my lovely lady, Larissa.”She screamed.On weak legs, Aleric got up but was knocked back down by one of the men Marcel had brought to him.“It's me you want, Marcel. Leave her out of this!” Marcel turned to him. “I don't want only you, Aleric,” he started, then his voice went full pitch, “I want you and everyone you've ever crossed paths with! YOU LEFT ME FOR DEAD!”It was almost difficult for him to draw breathe.“I - I had to, Marcel. I had to.”“Well, you should have made sure I stayed dead, Aleric.”He was getting weaker. His
Aleric stroked his wife's golden hair gently. "Did you miss me, my sweet?Larissa lifted her face from his chest and nuzzled softly as she snuggled closer to him. "Yes... yes, I missed you." Aleric laughed at her rare admission, his heart warming with affection. Larissa was a shy one, always reserved about her feelings or what she needed from him and to hear her confess almost made him shed tears of joy.He stroked her hair and kissed her face and said, "I missed you as well, my love." She whispered, "Very much?" she asked, and Aleric cast down his eyes at her. "Very much." He took her delicate face in his hands and planted a kiss on it. "My heart yearned for you during my stay at Matthew's. I almost couldn't render any help to my poor brother." Her eyes sparkled as she gazed up at him. "You silly man, so you abandoned Matthew to his fate and ran back home?" Aleric sighed in pretend regret. "Alas, I did," he replied, "but I don't regret it." She giggled, the sound like a chimi
Larisa wrote down the last line of the poem and shut her jotter. She yearned for Aleric so badly.Her hand reached out and picked up the goblet of red, thick blood, raising it to her lips.Not that she was hungry. She just needed the blood to serve as an aphrodisiac substitute to what she was feeling, to what she wanted.Sex.A copulation of body and soul with her beloved.But that would not be today, nor tomorrow. His journey still had a few days left in it.How could she wait till then?Her remembering the last time they had been together wasn't helping matters as well.His fingers had been so skilful and deft, his mouth on her skin soft and seductive.She didn't know when her hands began to rub on her body, tracing lines across the skin on her neck.One of her hands found its way underneath her gown and pulled away her undergarments. One finger slide in between the folds of her warm, moist cunt and she shivered from the pleasure of it.She inserted another finger, then another and
“Oh, this big boy Alpha is not getting the best of me.” Kylie said and waved her hand to dismiss her warriors behind herShe was the beta of the moonstone pack, and she and her men had been on the hunt for a few rogues that had been causing chaos in packs over the country. It turns out that the Alpha of the Rising Gem pack, who was also her ex, was also on the hunt for them and now that one of the rogues had been caught in the borders of the two pack, the big bad Alpha of the Rising Gem pack wanted to dish out justice.No way.Kylie had promised her Alpha she would bring the rogue to their pack.Alpha Reed's nose flared as Kylie sauntered towards him, the sight of her lean, lithe body sending something straight to his cock.He grounded his teeth. He would put this overconfident bitch in her place.Kylie matched up to his face, smiled. “Dismiss your men, please. Or are you scared a girl will kick your ass?”With a raise of his hand, he dismissed his men. Kylie took one step closer. “I
From the minute he drove off, Zayed knew that he had no other option. There was nobody that would marry him on such notice, so he waited for her call. When he didn't get it three days later, he headed into the club and asked of her. Tania was pleasantly surprised when he requested her presence in a private room."Hello, your highness," she gave a little curtsey as she swung her hips in movement towards him. She was glad for the attire she wore, a simple but elegant dress that hinted at her finger and showed just a hint of skin tastefully.Zayed watched her smooth fluid movements with hooded eyes. When she took her seat beside him, he spoke,"Your call did not come.""Were you waiting for it, your highness?" she countered cheekily, eyes twinkling, dimple in her cheek. "Perhaps you do not need this agreement anymore,""We both do, your highness," As she spoke, she toyed with his opened shirt, occasionally making subtle contacts with his skin. It was a calculated move, a subtle remi
Zayed watched as the stripper wound herself round the pole seductively, but his mind was barely registering her. All he wanted to know was how he would get a bride in two weeks. Two. F*ck*ng. Week.Allah, he thought he had more time than this, but his father had fallen sick and had been told to leave the throne for someone younger because of his health. Naturally, his son, Zayed, had come to mind, but Zayed was single to stupor, and his cousin, Fazad, wasn't. Fazad's wedding was in two weeks, and he would be eligible to take the throne unless Zayed could produce a wife before then.So here he was. In the one place, he could relax - Mystique, the exquisite men's club. All around him were men of different calibre, their eyes fixed on the seductress in front.There was Antonio, the heir to the world's most deadly mafia organization, and Jackson, the son of the president of the United States of America. This was one of the very few places that could accommodate them both without war.He t