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
At least his wife wasn't at home, thought Gerald as he neared the door to his house. She had gone to a Bible study with her friends. At least that's what she told him.Anyways, he would have the house to himself, maybe search the porn-net. It had been long since he had a good ass for his cock.He had entered the house fully before he realized that he was not alone. Before he could run back out the door or scream, a strong powerful hand came down and clamped his mouth shut.He couldn't even struggle.Then within a few minutes, his hands were tied and he was shoved down on the sofa.The lights came on.He gasped as he saw the girl standing a few feet away. “Yasmine?”She smirked. “Hello, Professor Gerald. Ready for my revenge?”The professor didn't answer, instead he slowly turned his head to the powerful looking man beside him, fear etching itself on his face.The man spoke. “Yasmine tells me that you have been having your cock in her ass and threatening her with failure of your class.
Yasmine was new to the part of town she was living in, and she knew that she was checked out regularly by the men in the area - married and single both.It wasn't her fault, really. She hadn't asked for super huge breasts, a tiny waist, and a huge bubble butt.Some of the men made covert passes at her. Some paid for her groceries whenever they ran into her at the store, and some had made it plain to her that they were available for anything she wanted. Anything at all.Both Yasmine had turned them down. Most of them were married men, and she wanted no problems from angry and jealous wives. She already knew that some of the women in the neighbourhood spoke ill of her behind her back, so she didn't want to worsen the matter by starting a relationship with any of their husbands.This morning, she didn't notice anything amiss as she went to get some oil at the store so she could fry herself some eggs. She hummed a song as she went along.All of a sudden, she was forced to stop as a woman
As he neared his house, Professor Gerald's face turned better and sour. He had no desire to go home and face his wife - his wife who was sexually dead.If only she could disappear from here, from his life. Then, he would be free to do as he wanted openly without being judged or scared of being watched.The events of today had his cock stirring again as he thought of how he had bent Yasmine over the table, thrusting his huge cock in her lovely round ass. It had been wonderful.The thing was, after so many years of fucking pussies, he was tired of them. He had discovered the act of fucking asses when a friend had invited him to a bar over a year ago.It had been a nude gay bar and his friend had laughed at him when he saw his shocked and speechless expression.“What? Haven't seen something like this before?” He had asked Gerald, laughing. “Look, I know your wife doesn't get you hard the way she used to, so why not try this out? I get tired of my wife's pussy too and I come here to unwin
"Mom, I need your help.""What for, baby? ""It's Nick. He's marked me but he- he refuses to touch me.""What? Why?""Apparently because I wanted his blood when we first met. I still do, but not as much as before."Her mother clicked her tongue pitifully at the other end. "I know how you must be feeling right now. You poor thing.""No, Mom. What can I do?""Ahh... I see. Chelsea has this thing. Can you have lunch with me this afternoon?""Yes, Mom. Thanks.""Anytime, baby."***"Where are you off to?""Lunch out with my Mother."He eyed her for a minute. "Okay."When she got back later, he was nowhere in sight, giving her a perfect opportunity to carry out her plan. It was just a tiny single leaf. It dissolved the moment it was placed into the drink. She swirled it, poured another drink for herself, and placed both on the tray.She matched towards his office.Nick looked up when the door opened. "You're back. How's your dear Mother?""She sends her greeting." He watched as she placed
THIS CHAPTER CONSISTS OF ROLEPLAY***It had been Bryan's idea, his fantasy, but as Leo got ready for his role as a teacher, he couldn't help but feel a little wriggle of excitement than usual. ****“I can take care of you,” Teacher Leo said wantonly as he continued running his hands around the slim body in front of him.He kissed his neck and shoulders, running his hands around his body.The boy groaned. “Let me go, sir. Stop all of this. It's not right.” “No one would know,” said the lustful teacher. He didn't know why, but ever since he had set his eyes on this slim, beautiful boy, he hadn't known rest.Every time in class, he always made sure the boy was sitted in front so he could devour him with his eyes. His cock would always become hard whenever he saw the boy, and there was one time he had almost begin to jerk off in the class!“I'll get you arrested!” cried the boy as he wriggled against his teacher.The wriggling body began to grind against the teacher and his cock began
Even as she turned her back to him, she could feel his eyes on her, and she fought the urge to face him.From the quick glimpse she'd had of him, she could tell that he was usual self — solid, unwavering. He was shirtless, and he had gloves on, which meant he had been working in the area before the rain started and trapped him there.Silently, she cursed the rain. She had been soaked thoroughly before she'd found this shade.“Hello, Aderinsola.”She squeezed her eyes shut as she heard his voice. Maybe he would ignore her if she ignored him, but that was just hope speaking.“I'm saying hi Aderinsola.”He was the only one who called her that. Everyone else called her RiRi. She turned. “Hi, Dafe,” and turned away right back. She felt him beside her before she saw him.“Santos is bringing the car around in a few minutes. We can drop you home.”She clutched her book bag tighter to her chest. “No, thanks. I'll wait the rain out.”“It won't let up anytime soon.”She shut her eyes. God. Daf
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