LOGIN“Dylan, please…,” she whimpered while parting her legs wider. “Pamela, I am not done with you,” growled the mature man. “This is just the beginning, get up,” he ordered. She got up and her cunt was still pulsing and begging for release. Her legs were shaking and she struggled to keep her balance until Dylan helped her with a grin. “Dylan, I am not certain this is…,” she panted. “What you thought?” he completed her sentence and she nodded. “I wanted you to take me to your bed and make love to me in your arms,” she said. “This is what I am doing Pamela, I am worshipping you, do not misunderstand that,” he replied. He took Pamela gently in his arms and pressed her body against him as they danced to the music for a few minutes so that she could relax. Pamela felt safe and warm in Dylan’s arms with her head resting on his chest while he rubbed her ass. “Pamela, I always thought tha
Pamela took a good look at her body in front of the mirror after she finished brushing her brown hair. “Not bad,” said the young woman as she was standing just in her stockings with a garter and high heeled dark shoes. She was satisfied with her body. She always thought that her large boobs could be a bit perkier, but they looked beautiful in lingerie and bras with a lovely bounce as she walked. “Okay girl, better finish up and leave,” she thought. For over five years, she had been fantasizing about this. Since she was sixteen years old, she always felt attracted sexually to Uncle Dylan, her dad’s best friend. This was when he spent some times with her as her parents were on a trip. Pamela did her best to seduce the mature man but Dylan did not touch her. However, she knew that he had a good look at her as she had offered him a lot to look at. Pamela never put on a bra and always wore her skimpiest bikini around the pool.
And this is how, in less than an hour, I was in a cab, with one suitcase containing my most important possessions, on my way to the airport. I had taken some clothes, my phone, my laptop, and my brushes, but these did not even make half of what was filling the case. Photo albums and souvenirs with emotional value were the things I cared most about. I tried to pack all of my memories in one bag and I somewhat succeeded, leaving everything material behind. The cab stopped at the airport. I paid and jumped out of it. I kept glancing over my back every few seconds to make sure no one had yet found out that I was still alive, and I was not getting tracked by yet another serial killer. My heart was beating hard against my chest and my pulse was pumping in my ears until I finally went through security and passport control. Getting to my gate, I exhaled all of my worries and let my body relax. Maybe I was going to survive, after all. After waiting for a few minutes, the
His POVI looked at her. She was so pretty. Her skin was shining in the light of the room, and a cute pink color was covering her in places. She was still spread on the bed, and I could see her pussy, glistening with juices.I gulped.I had made a mistake. I shouldn’t have fucked her, now this ruined all my plans. What was I going to do? Kill her. My mind told me, but something about this innocent creature stopped me from taking her life. She was too young to die.I moved around the room, pacing. I let my thoughts free and dove into ways to avoid the blood-shedding.But the truth was, I knew that there was no way that I could save her and let her live peacefully. Because next time wouldn’t be me, the person they hired. Next time there would be no one to take mercy on her life.Think, think, think.I kept repeating in my head.Kill her. Don’t. Kill her. Don’t. My brain and my gut fought, and I didn’t know whose side to choose.She is just a kid, my consciousness
The late afternoon sun filtered through the dusty blinds of Professor Dorathy Pierce's office, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk piled with ungraded essays. At 34, Dorathy was the kind of literature professor who turned heads... She had sharp cheekbones, full lips often painted a deep crimson, and a figure that her tailored blouses and pencil skirts did little to hide. She had a reputation for being strict, but fair. Until now. A knock sounded at the door. "Come in," she called, not looking up from her laptop. The door creaked open, and in stepped Marcus Hale, her 22-year-old senior student. Tall, broad-shouldered from years on the university rugby team, with messy dark hair and a jawline that could cut glass. He was failing her class badly. His latest paper on Madame Bovary sat on her desk with a glaring red D- scrawled across the top. "Professor Pierce," he said, closing the door behind him. His voice was low, nervous. "You said I could come by for extra help?" Dora
Her POVYou know what’s to follow. His words made me tremble and, at the same time, freeze in fear. That was it. The End. I was going to die on this day, the date was... I was going to die on a day I didn’t even remember the date. I exhaled, preparing myself for the worst, my body not knowing how to react to get stiff or completely loose, to try to escape the knife, or to not prolong the torture of the blade. Conflicted was an understatement of what I felt. Maybe I could lie to my brain and tell it I was just going to sleep, that everything was going to be okay, that this night, the best night of my life, wasn’t with the man who was supposed to kill me. Suddenly, I was yanked from my thoughts by a wet feeling on my clit. I gasped, surprised. “What are you doing?”My cunt was clenching by itself, once again empty from a cock. And while it still was moderately sore, I’d have loved to have it filled with something while I was dying. The dark thought made my heart race and my eyebr
Chapter 5: Calvin’s mouth was relentless. He devoured my pussy like he owned it, his tongue swirling around my swollen clit before sucking it hard between his lips. I writhed on the bed, blindfolded and helpless, my hips grinding against his face as waves of pleasure crashed through me. Every lic
Chapter 4Calvin’s thick cock stretched my throat wide as he began to thrust, fucking my mouth with slow, deep strokes. I could barely breathe. Every time he pushed in, my nose pressed against his hard abs and his heavy balls rested on my chin. The blindfold kept me in total darkness, heightening
Chapter 3I stayed locked in my bedroom all night and all through the early and late hours of the morning. I barely slept, my heart still racing from what had happened last night. Every time I thought about going downstairs for something to eat, my stomach twisted with panic. What if Calvin was th
Chapter 1: I stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of our master bedroom, staring out at the glittering city lights below. The silk robe barely clung to my body, and the cool night air teased my skin underneath. At forty-two, I still looked good, I had full breasts, a narrow waist, and hips that u







