Orton was passing across his father's room when Melissa walked out. He was surprised to see her walking out of his father's room."What were you doing in there?" He asked, staring at her cloths."So I'm prohibited from visiting your father's room?" Melissa asked nonchalantly. "That's not the answer to my question. Why is your cloth so disheveled as if you just changed into it?"What is wrong with it?" Melissa asked and Orton's attention was drawn to her face. He noticed that her eyes were red."Why is your eyes so red?" Orton asked in suspect."Something entered my eyes. Your dad just finished helping me out." She said and turned to leave. Orton wanted to call her back but he paused as he noticed her walking step. Her step changed as if she was having pains in between her leg."Is she cheating on me? With my dad?" That was the first question that flashed into his mind. He went back to his room and noticed she was in the bathroom. His heart began to beat. The signs where getting strong
He got to the door and looked, there she was, riding his dad in reverse cowgirl. She was facing the door, her ass going up and slamming down his father's dick.His father's big hands was wrapped possessively around her tiny waist, meeting her downstrokes with powerful upstrokes the power of which making her breasts bounce and jiggle. Melissa's head was titled back with her eyes closed so she was not aware that Orton was standing on the door. Tears began to roll down his cheek as he watched how she was riding him. His dad was not even aware. He was hammering into her, his heavy balls slapping her clit.He was shocked that his girlfriend was cheating on him with none other than his own father. The betrayal and deceit was despicable, leaving Orton utterly devastated and betrayed. The fact that his girlfriend chose to engage in such crazy behavior with his own father was beyond comprehension. He wondered could have driven his girlfriend to engage in such deceitful behavior. Soon, Melissa
Orton could not believe what was actually happening right in front of him. Melissa was even encouraging his father to cum inside of her. At this moment, he couldn't bear it anymore."Dad! What nonsense is this!" He shouted and that was when Mike knew that someone was around. He was terrified when he looked up and saw it was his son."Dad! What is happening?" Mike quickly pushed Melissa off and tried to cover himself with his blanket. His heart began to race in a mixture of shame and fear."I'm sorry son. I don't mean to do this. I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me." The dad apologized."You don't need to apologize to him." Melissa said before turning her attension to Orton. "Your Father saw what is good and went for it. It's not his fault. He's helping his son to take care of what he have. Something he cannot handle.""Melissa?" Orton shouted at her."Stop yelling at me as if I'm not saying the fact. Have you ever satisfied me on bed? I thought you are good untill I met your Fat
Mr. Richard Rothchild lounged on his plush leather couch, an aura of smug entitlement surrounding him as he nursed a glass of Macallan 25-year-old scotch. Tendrils of smoke wafted from the cigar between his fingers when a timid knock sounded at the door."Enter," He commanded gruffly without looking up.The door creaked opened and Donald, Amelia's father walked in.. His ill-fitted suit hung loosely on his diminished frame as he wrung his hands nervously.Rothchild's eyes glinted with disdain as they raked over the shabby man. "So you finally decided to show your face, Donald.""M-Mr. Rothchild...I apologize for the delay. I've been trying to gather the funds, I swear..." Donald stammered.A cruel chuckle escaped Rothchild's lips. "Another story for another day. You've been owing me for over seven years. Not that I expected that kind of money from a pauper like you anyway."He ashed his cigar and looked up at Donald with a piercing stare. "Your time is up, Donald. I'm a patient man, bu
Satisfied, Rothchild turned towards the door. "Good, I'm glad we have a definite agreement." His lips curved into a cruel smile. "Oh and Donald? Make sure Amelia is well tamed for. I expect her to be an obedient little wife from the very start."With that parting remark, laced with dark implications, Rothchild swept from the room - leaving Donald to the agonizing task of informing his beloved daughter of her horrific fate.************Amelia hummed softly to herself as she made her way home from the local high school where she taught literature. Her worn but cherished satchel was slung over one shoulder, stuffed with papers to grade and secure in the familiar weight of it against her side.As she approached a crosswalk, something small and furry caught her eye - a puppy, no bigger than her palm was cowering in the middle of the road. Amelia gasped and looked around frantically for the owner before realizing the poor thing was all alone and in danger of being struck."Oh no, you poor
Donald came back and disclosed everything to his wife, Sonia. Sonia could only weep in helpless anguish, her heart already shattered into pieces at the thought of their beloved daughter's innocence being so monstrously defiled.Just then, Amelia wearily pushed open the front door, eager to retreat to the sanctuary of her bedroom after a long day of teaching. "Mom, Dad, I'm home! Good evening " she called out and greeted.She was greeted by an oppressive silence which caused her brow to furrow in confusion. Normally at least her mother would bustle out to greet her but today, the house seemed cloaked in an air of somber tension."Come here, Amelia," her father's gravelly voice responded from the living room. There was a dull, hopeless undercurrent to his tone that prickled unease along her nerves.Shrugging off her satchel, Amelia made her way down the hallway towards the sound of Donald's voice. As she entered the living room, she was taken aback by the vision of her parents huddled t
Sonia released a guttural sob, burying her face in her hands. But Amelia found herself shaking her head in vehement denial. "That's insane! Richard is not good for me, I've heard the rumors about his bad ways of life, while flirting around with girls in school," she protested. "And just today I had a horrible encounter with that brat Richard when I was coming home..."She recounted the tense interaction on the road, the arrogant entitlement and blatant threats laced in Richard's words. Amelia's hands clenched into white-knuckled fists as her voice rose in outrage and indignation."You cannot actually expect me to marry into that viper's nest of depraved cruelty! A loveless marriage to a man I've never met on a date before?" Her eyes flashed with defiant fire. "I won't do it, I refuse!"Donald surged to his feet, face mottled with a combination of anguish and frustration. "I don't have a choice, Amelia! Don't you understand what's at stake here?"He raked a hand through his disheveled
Richard strode into the opulent manor, loosening his silk tie as he made his way towards the grand staircase. It had been a frustrating day of dealing with corporate leeches and simpering yes-men. He was looking forward to retreating to his private suite for a stiff drink."Richard!" His father's booming voice rang out, freezing him in his tracks. "To my study room, now."Grinding his teeth, Richard pivoted and headed for the large mahogany doors leading to Rothchild's inner sanctum. He rapped his knuckles against the polished wood."Enter."Richard pushed through, affecting an air of casual nonchalance. "You bellowed, father?"Rothchild looked up from behind his desk, cigar clenched between his teeth. His cold eyes glittered with calculation."I have news that requires your...compliance, son." He took a pull from the cigar, exhaling a plume of blue smoke. "You're to be married this coming weekend."Richard felt like he'd been doused in ice water. He blinked rapidly, convinced he'd mi
The next day, Mike had wasted himself with so many bottles of alcohol. He barely got to sleep the previous night. The only person who was on his mind was Jennifer. Till this moment, no one had called him to pass information about where she could possibly be. What hurt him the most was the thought of how badly she would be hurting because of what she had seen. Knowing that she was hurt made Mike beat himself even more. He was on the floor in his living room when a lady walked in. It was his mother. He was too wasted on alcohol to even get up to his feet. The mother, on seeing the condition of her son, felt completely washed away and heartbroken. She had no idea Jennifer meant the world to her son. “Oh God! Mike, what have you done to yourself, son?” She dropped her bag and rushed to her son. She snatched the bottle he was going to shove into his mouth. “Stop it, Mike!” Mike sobbed. “She's hurt, mom. Jennifer has left ne, mom. Are you happy now? You never wanted her to stay.
Mike froze in the act. His cock was still stuck in the vagina while he stared at Jennifer with dilated iris. The least thing he expected was to have Jennifer walk in when he was in the act. “Ho..honey,” he struggled to say a word. Vicky pushed him off her and staggered to her feet. “Sis…you are..you are back.” Jennifer was staring at them wildly in disbelief. Vicky had one of her boobs looking out through one of the open buttons of the shirt she was wearing. “How long has this been going on?” Jennifer asked with tears clogging up her throat. Mike's cock was still standing as he clasped his hands together to plead with Jennifer. “Babe, I.. I can explain,” he stuttered. When he tried to touch her, she landed a resounding slap on his cheek. “Don't touch me!!” She yelled. Tears rolled from her eyes. Not even in her wildest dreams could she have imagined that her own sister would have sex with her husband. “You…”she said, pointing at Vicky. “You snake, I gave you eve
The moment she returned to her hotel room that night, she sat on the ground and almost cried her heart out. At least, Mike's mother would no longer have a reason to despise her. She was finally pregnant after years of being married to Mike. An hour passed into the night and she finally got a hold of herself. She would call Mike and share the sweet news with him. She opened her purse and grabbed her phone. Still trying to snuff out the last trace of tears in her tone, she hit the dial icon. One ring…two rings…three rings… Then, the electronic voice spoke. “The number you are calling is not available at the moment.” She called again and again. But the response was the same. Mike was not taking any of her calls. It was already a couple of minutes to ten in the night. There was a probability he was already asleep. Though, Mike was not the type to sleep early. He must have had a stressful day. She concluded. The bell in her hotel room rang. Someone was out there. She got to the doo
Vicky could feel the fullness of his cock inside her. Mike was a monster. Not only was he long down there, but that he had enough girth too. Slowly, he pulled out of her. The helpless lady looked at him with the look that said he should put it back in. But he didn't do so. He simply used it to flog the areas of her vagina, making her more wet than she already was. He pressed on the clit button with his cock, making Vicky go wild. Her eyes were literally turning. “Are you ready for me?” He asked. Vicky wanted to curse him. She was more than ready. “Yes, yes,” she replied in a helpless manner. Mike then grabbed her waist so tightly and slowly put his cock in till it was swallowed entirely. Then, he brought it out again. The in and out movement turned into a slow and steady thrust. Gradually, he increased his pace. What started slowly was now fast and soon rough. The sound of flesh slamming against another soon filled the entire room. After a good while of quick thrusts, he s
The kiss became so passionate and they started breathing heavily. He pinned her on the wardrobe and kept kissing her. “Did you really think I would let you go so easily?” He asked as he pulled away. Vicky always wanted to feel his lips on hers. But at the time, she didn't know what to think. She already gave up. She felt Mike was just not going to come around. But he did! “I—” Mike didn't give her the chance to speak. He locked her lips again. This time, his hands were running through her entire body. The lady had already put on a dress. It was obvious she was getting ready to leave when Mike made the decision to act. He stopped kissing again and helped her take the dress off. His eyes absorbed the creature before him. He placed his head in between her boobs and let himself get drowned in the moment. Then, he carried her and dropped her on the bed. Vicky lay there like a test material. She had no idea what Mike was thinking of doing to her. All she could do was anticipate
The towel descended through the length of her body and fell on the ground. She was naked. Mike was completely swept off his feet. He found himself struggling to say a word. There was a lump in his throat. Vicky looked even better than the pictures she had sent to him. With every moment that slipped by, it only became more difficult to resist her. His eyes traveled through her body, scanning every detail as they journeyed from her hair to her toes. The boobs were impeccably built— slightly bent due to the weight. The alveolar area of her breast was large enough, an indication that she was incredibly sensitive around that area. Her nipples were surprisingly pointed and looked enticingly beautiful. “Vi..vi.. Vicky,” Mike stuttered. “What…what do you think you are doing?” Vicky smiled at him. “What does it look like to you? Do you like what you see?” Oh yes, he did. Not long ago, he was fuming. But at the moment, he had no idea what was going on inside him. The anger was there. How
Right in the presence of everyone, his mouth flew open once again. His cock became really hard in the boardroom. What his heart desired to see for so long was already there. All those times Vicky paraded before him, all he could do was imagine what would be beyond the skimpy dresses. He was finally staring at her naked body. Oh damn it!! Vicky was damn too hot. Mike found himself salivating without knowing it. He had been enchanted by her. “Mr Mike, are you okay?” One of the board members asked him. But Mike was not okay. Beyond being okay, he was lost completely. He found himself moping stupidly at the nudity of his own sister-in-law! Get hold of yourself, Mike! “Mike?” Another person tried to call his attention. But Mike was lost. He was obviously not listening to them. He was only brought back to his senses when one of them slapped his hands on the table. Mike was jolted from his lost state. But his hand had already gone down to his cock. It was furiously waging war a
Vicky was throwing both legs effortlessly through the mini black dress she was wearing. It barely covered her private areas and perched on her thighs. The design was in such a way that her cleavages were out there. Mike was struck by her presence. His mouth was suddenly agape and the words were held back in his throat. “Babe,” Jennifer called him. “Are you still there?” The married dude was lost. He couldn't help himself. Vicky looked incredibly attractive for him to be able to resist her. “Honey? Are you there?” Jennifer asked again. “Yes, yes,” he responded in a disoriented manner. “Is something wrong? You seem distracted.” “Uhm… yes. I mean no.” Jennifer sighed. “What is it?” Vicky got to the table and dropped the bag she was carrying. “Is that Jennifer?” She asked suddenly and loudly. Mike's eyes dilated. What was she trying to achieve by announcing her presence to Jennifer? “Babe, I heard Vicky's voice just now. Is she there with you?” Before Mike could gi
The next morning, Mike made the decision to resume work. Being the owner of his own business, he had taken some time off from work to have fun with his wife, Jennifer. But then, things were not going the way he thought. Jennifer had traveled and he had a tempting desire to sleep with his own sister-in-law. To even think he would be in this position was driving him crazy. And yes, the only way for him to cut down time spent with her, was to resume work. At seven o'clock in the morning, he was already dressed and ready to dive into the activities of the day. He was wearing a well ironed shirt that he tucked into his pair of black pants, a shiny Italian shoe and a matching black jacket. He was good to go. He was about to leave when his phone rang. It was his mom. “Hello, mom,” he said as he slid the green icon. “Good morning.” His greeting was replied with a rebuke. “What is good about this morning?” His mom asked. “Hold your greeting. I don't need it.” He stroked his f