CHAPTER 2 His ass ground down on my face as he stroked himself to climax, covering my breasts and stomach in yet another layer of cum. He repositioned himself so that he could peer into my nearly comatose eyes before untying me from the bed. My cum-covered nipples were still hard as the cum ran down them and onto my sides, leaving trails that would soon dry and stay on my filth covered body as just another reminder of the times that he had tortured me into the darkest and most satisfying orgasms of my life.“Get up whore, it’s time for you to go to the bathroom and then make my breakfast while I take a shower. I want a ham omelet,” he said as he walked to the bathroom, leaving me lying on the floor.I pulled myself up and realized that my bladder was about to explode. I rushed to the bathroom and relieved myself.When I stood up, I looked into the mirror again. I didn’t recognize the woman looking back at me. The makeup that I’d worn two days ago was almost entirely gone, lost in the
CHAPTER 3He led me across the lawn towards a large oak tree. My toes sunk into the soft loam of the yard, feeling the lush grass caressing my toes as I walked naked towards the tree. The boughs of the aged giant swayed across the sky as though trying to sweep the clouds away so that it could be reunited with the sun once again.“Hug the tree, slut. Your body needs to be tightly pressed against it, and your legs need to be spread.”Without waiting for a reply, he walked into the brush that surrounded the tree’s small sanctuary. I moved towards the tree’s trunk, acutely aware of what an oak tree felt like. Its bark was rough and jagged, my years of climbing these same trees as a child had resulted in many torn fingers and scratched knees. I hugged the tree, unable to reach my arms all the way around and waited for Paul to come back. The imagined feelings I had of the tree’s texture didn’t compare to the uncomfortable sensations that my body was nagging me about.Paul came back carryin
Chapter 1 It was a warm summer, and Karina pulled a light jacket onto her shoulders. She was walking slowly down the street, not expecting at all to meet a maniac. Distracted by nature, Karina heard shuffling footsteps behind her only a few minutes later. She was immediately seized up with fear and panic. She tried to escape from the pursuer at full speed, but the stranger caught up with her, clasping her thin hand. Karina struggled to kick him, but the man didn’t react. It was as if he was made of stone. Remembering her father’s self-defense advice, Karina struck the stranger in his groin, but he immediately repaid her by hitting her cheek fiercely. She didn’t expect this blow and stumbled, falling into the darkness, not even realizing what happened. She found herself at the bottom of a pit and felt an unpleasant odor of feces. Karina noticed a sewer nearby. Despite some muck softening her landing, Karina’s fall was shocking. She could not get up, but it was nothing serious. So
Several minutes later, he was relieved that there were no damages. “Everything seems fine.”“You have never been so caring,” Karina quipped, trying not to take his care for granted. “Who changed you so much?”“You did.” Alberto could no longer hold himself back, drinking in the sight of Karina’s beautiful young body and her plump little mouth. He dug his lips into hers like a starving beast. He hugged Karina while she tried to push him away. She didn’t want to accept this new love adventure. He still won her real consent.Heartily kissing her and penetrating his tongue into her mouth, Alberto began to undress in a hurry. He put his leather jacket on a rock to let Karina lie on it. She settled on the ground without even thinking that she was already under Alberto’s body.The Spaniard excited her by his smutty words. “Spread your delicious thighs for me, cariño. Otherwise, I will do it myself.”When Karina heard those words, she uttered a groan into Alberto’s lips. His hand slid over he
Chapter 1 There he goes! The most handsome guy in our college. A biker, a bass guitarist and a surfer; an all-in-one, whose presence thrills all the girls in our class. I was standing next to the wall of Zoology study room and staring at him like an idiot. He has cropped dark brown hair, straight nose and kind of curved eyebrows. His coral lips were full and tightly compressed as if he is dissatisfied with something. He is dressed like the biker he is—a black jacket with studs, a black t-shirt with a wide neck and black jeans, fitting so snugly to his hot ass. God, what an ass he has! And what a body! He has the body of Hercules, but I cannot touch it because I know that he is not for me. After all, I am a straight A-student, and he’s an idler and a loafer. And besides, he is also a bully! We are not the right match; we are like ice and fire. Moreover, he treats all the girls as if they owe him something. I am aware that I owe him nothing. Maybe he secretly dreams that I woul
I start to revise the material, but I suddenly feel somebody’s hand on my shoulder. I turn to look, and it’s Jer’s hand. Shit! “You’re very tense, baby,” he snorts, moving closer to me. “You need to relax before the test, and everything will go like clockwork.” He continues, beginning to massage my shoulders, making me feel very good. Heat is coming off his t-shirt; I feel the fire of his well-toned body. Oh my God! Jer, go away! “Are you nuts? Everyone is watching us. Take your hands off me!” I hiss at him. I try to sound composed while turning over the pages of my book and reading another paragraph. “No one is looking at us. Everyone is busy studying for the test.” Jer says, and he touches my shoulder with his chest which gives my body goosebumps. I cringe from that feeling, and Jer tells me in his seductive voice which I can’t resist. “Do you feel cold? I can warm you up so that you will feel better.” And only after that, I become aware of his muscular arm resting on m
“You found our private channel.” Her hotshot’s rough, smoky voice flooded the airwaves and the small lookout cabin. Too big for the 14×14 space, his sinful Cajun accent had Hannah imagining long bayou nights.“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Her fingers slipped from the dial.“That’s good.” His familiar, low rumble reached her clearly despite the fifty-odd miles between them. “I’d hate to think I was the only one countin’ down the hours.”Oh, she liked that. Cole Henry, waiting for nightfall and her. Some days, the days when the Big Bear Rogues got called out into the field on fire duty, ten o’clock came and went without hearing his voice. He stood her up those nights, but so far he’d always come back.He didn’t apologize, though. Her Cajun was too matter-of-fact; he’d told her the fires came first. Based on the size of the smokes she’d spotted from her watchtower earlier today, she was damned lucky he wasn’t out in the field again.“You had a busy day today.” Please don’t let him be
“Pinch the nipple.” He wouldn’t make this easy for her.Carefully, she closed the fingertips of her left hand around her nipple and squeezed gently.“Harder, sha.”He knew her so well. He always pushed her further.“Leave a hand there on your tits. Now you can touch your pussy withyour other hand.”Christ, Hannah coming was the sexiest thing Cole had ever heard. Yeah,he’d give anything to be there in that watchtower with her, his tongue buried in her pussy, his fingers working in deep. She exhaled hard, a soft, low pant that picked up speed, her breathing coming faster and faster as her orgasm rippled through her. Then he heard that happy, sated sound she made, like every muscle in her body had just turned to water and she was ready to curl up and nap some.He wanted to see her face as he worked her body over, as he drove her right to the edge and made her wait for it. Face-to-face with her, would he be so attuned to the small gasps, the way she sucked in a breath right before her p
"Y-yes," she said finally. "Yes, I enjoyed it." "Did you cum when I came?" "Yes," she said again. "Did you wish my cock had squirted its heavy load into your virgin cunt instead of into my hand?" "Yes!" screamed Kate. "You're a filthy little slut, aren't you, Kate?" he said as he pinched her clit and rolled it between his strong fingers. "Look at you moaning from being fucked hard by your friend's father, and while she’s sitting, just outside too. Look at my daughter, Kate," he growled. Kate looked outside the window at Mallory, who was still studying in the same spot on the beach. "I want you to keep your eyes on my daughter and think of what a dirty little whore you are while her father fills your virgin pussy with hot cum for the first time." "O-okay," whimpered Kate as Mallory’s father rammed her pussy harder and faster. He grunted with each powerful thrust. At the same time, he hooked his finger inside of her tight ass and vigorously wiggled her clit. Kate could
"I'm afraid your hymen is still very much intact, Kate," he said, raising his head up to look at her.He looked pleased to be giving her this news. His eyebrows were raised, and the corners of his mouth were pulled up ever-so-slightly."So," said Kate, "that means ...""We will need to move on to the more invasive treatment method, yes," said Dr. Logan.Kate's eyes widened, and she pursed her lips together anxiously, unsure of whether she was ready for or even wanted a more invasive treatment. The next thing she knew, however, Dr. Logan was unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers, and Kate forgot all about her apprehension."What – what are you doing, Dr. Logan?" she asked, though she thought she already knew and was eager to see the enormous manhood that hid beneath his pants in the light of day."I am determined to complete your treatment, Kate," he said in a serious tone as he let his trousers fall to the floor and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his tight-fitting boxe
Kate couldn't take it. The menagerie of different sensations Dr. Logan was inflicting on her sensitive buds was overwhelming. She wanted to scream. More than that, she wanted to reach between her legs and stroke her aching clit. Or rather, what she really wanted, was for Dr. Logan to stroke her clit. But should couldn’t tell him that."Dr. Logan," she said breathlessly. "Please, you have to stop. I – I can't take it."Dr. Logan released her nipples and took a step back."Hmm," he said, rubbing his chin, "I hate to see you in such agony, Kate. I think further treatment on your nipples would benefit you. But, I suppose I can give them a short break while I do your pelvic exam. How does that sound?""That sounds good, Dr. Logan," said Kate, relieved that the torturous assault on her nipples was over, for now."Great," said Dr. Logan. "Go ahead and lie back then, Kate. Bring your heels up near your hips and spread your legs as wide as you can for me."Kate did as Dr. Logan instructed. She
After a restless night of sleep, Kate nervously followed Mallory downstairs for breakfast. Terrified to see her father or hear what he might have to say about the previous night’s events, Kate did her best to make herself invisible by slouching into a corner of the breakfast nook and sipping on a glass of orange juice, while Mallory and her dad made omelets.“Good morning, Kate!”Kate had become absorbed watching the waves roll onto the beach through the window when Dr. Logan’s booming voice made her jump.“Oh! G-good m-morning, Dr. Logan,” she said with a quivering voice as her eyes met his and blood immediately rushed to her cheeks.“Did you sleep alright last night?” he asked with a smile.“Y-yes,” Kate lied.He seemed to be acting like nothing unusual had happened at all. Maybe he really hadn’t seen Kate watching him, after all. Or ... if he had, he was definitely not letting on.Mallory spent most of breakfast talking, updating her father on all that had been going on at school s
Kate wasn't entirely onboard with Mallory's plan. She knew her dad was a doctor, but it still seemed awkward to ask a man she'd never met before for something so personal and sex-related. But, Mallory was adamant. She claimed that her dad was very open about sex and that it wouldn't be awkward at all. So, when they heard his car pull into the driveway a while later, Mallory ignored Kate's protests and dragged her downstairs to ask him.“Daddy!” Mallory yelled as she ran to hug the man who walked through the front door.“There’s my favorite girl!” the man said, taking Mallory into his arms and lifting her off the ground with what appeared to be no effort at all.When he placed her feet back on the floor, and she stepped away, Kate finally got her first good look at him. There was no doubt from whom Mallory had inherited her good looks. Kate could feel her cheeks flushing with an embarrassed attraction. She knew this man had to be in his forties – making him at least twice Kate's age –
It was the end of Kate's first semester of college. She and her roommate, Mallory, decided to skip their final classes on Friday. Instead, they drove to the coast to stay with Mallory's father for the weekend before their final exams week started on Monday. A wealthy older doctor, Mallory's father lived in a large, expensive beach house on a secluded stretch of pristine coastline. It was the perfect place to relax and recuperate before the grueling week they had ahead of them.He wasn't home when they first arrived, so Kate and Mallory let themselves into his house and started to get ready for bed. It was late, and they were both exhausted from the drive. As Mallory unpacked her toiletries in the bathroom, Kate watched her set aside a small round foil packet. It was filled with a dozen tiny, individually packaged pills, along with several empty spaces where pills used to be. Kate picked up the foil packet and raised her eyebrows at Mallory.“Is that what I think it is?!” she asked her
As she shifted down upon his pulsing manhood, feeling the warmth of him finally entering into her tight, receptive body.The two of them rocked back and forth, to allow him to enter her as deeply as possible before she felt Mr. Rossini behind her, grasping at her shoulders, before quickly thrusting it into her behind.Her scream of surprise soon turned into a groan of pleasure as his heavily erected member slid easily into her as she relaxed herself and allowed them both to have their way with her.With the two of them consuming her, taking turns plunging themselves in and out of her body, she felt almost paralyzed. Her body could not get a break from their thrusting hips and the sensations that they were awarding her body as they both moved with a passion that could not be denied.As they moved back and forth, upon her, her body felt a sense of pain and pleasure that was equal and overbearing. Between each thrust, she barely had a chance to catch her breath before another movement fo
His tongue was wet and meticulous as it entered her quickly, while his arms held down her legs, giving him ultimate control.The shock of emotion that immediately coursed through her was intense and so, she let out a scream, but her voice was masked by the mouth that encompassed her own and the other tongue that reached farther down her throat.She shuttered with a euphoric sense of pleasure that grew steadily as the seconds passed by. Cynthia felt as though her entire body was being stimulated. She had never felt so wet and so aroused before.Strangely, the fact that she couldn’t get away from this torturous sense of immense pleasure made it feel all the better. So, she did the only thing she could and focused on sensually kneading at Mr. Rossini’s manhood.However, as James delved deeper into her, gyrated his tongue around inside of her way that hit her G-spot in a way that made her want to cry, she began to groan and scream through the kisses until finally, Mr. Rossini allowed her
When they entered the hotel, they received the key from the front desk, which was registered under their name and went up to the room that they were instructed to enter.Once they got up there, they found that there was a stunning, yet empty room spilling out before them. The hardwood floor reminded Cynthia of Mr. Rossini’s office, but the deep red walls, elegantly wallpapered, looked as though they were made specifically to keep secrets, without passing judgment.Above the bed there was a curtain which matched the walls and arched over a curling, smooth, sensuous headboard, which was elaborate and held the expensive mark of gold that looked over the large, desk and drawn curtains, which also helped to distinguish the secrecy and romantic atmosphere of the room.Across from the bed, there was a velvety couch, which also adored a gold trim and tight, lavish upholstery work.All and all, the room was inviting, but considering that the couple had no idea what kind an invitation it was se