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They don't know about us

Starring : Male oc x Ahyeon Baby Monster

Warning : This story theme was contained with Incest, incest marriage, father-daughter, impregnated, breeding.

One-shot.

[Wife/Daughter]

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Nice to meet you. Who's your name? What's your job? You're nice, sir.

Maybe that's the word you hear when you set foot in a new neighborhood .

And when a twenty-year-old woman stands beside you, you introduce her as your fiancé named Ahyeon. They could hardly believe it, saying you were a lucky man, or you must have been a hero in a past life, or you are a billionaire who has a lot of money.

Well, a 45-year-old man getting a twenty-year-old girl as a future wife is almost impossible unless there's one part they don't know about us. It's a secret that we are father and daughter.

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The organ music swelled as the church doors swung open, revealing Ahyeon in a gown that clung to her curves like liquid moonlight. The delicate lace plunged daringly at her chest before cinching tight around her waist, the skirt flaring just enough to tease the shape of her hips with every step. Lily petals trembled in her bouquet as she walked—not the demure shuffle of a blushing bride, but with the quiet confidence of someone who knew exactly what effect she was having. A collective inhale rippled through the pews when she passed all your neighbors you know almost two month ago.

You kept your face carefully neutral as she reached the altar, though your palms itched to adjust your tie. The weight of your daughter's secret pressed heavier than the ring in your pocket.

Ahyeon's whisper curled against your ear like smoke—hot, illicit, trembling with suppressed laughter. Her breath smelled of mint and the champagne she'd sipped nervously before the procession.

"Look daddy," she murmured, lips brushing the shell of your ear just enough to make your pulse stutter, "Did they know that you would marry your own daughter?" The lace of her glove snagged on your lapel as she pulled back.

Your whisper curled back at her, "Sst... It's a secret, baby," your thumb brushed the underside of her wrist where the lace ended, skin humming with the lie you'd polished for months.

" They don't know about us," your lips grazed the pearl stud in her earlobe, "the princess who looks like an angel is a succubus who seduces her own father?"

Both of you smiled mischievously but others think it's love dovey.

The priest's voice echoed through the vaulted ceiling like a slow drumbeat.

"Do you, Gitae, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?" His rheumy eyes flickered between you and Ahyeon.

"I do." The words tasted like sacrilege and sugar on your tongue.

Ahyeon's fingers trembled when you took her hand, her pulse fluttering like a trapped bird against your thumb. The ring slid onto her finger with obscene ease, the gold still bearing the faint dents from decades of your wife's gardening. Your daughter's eyes widened—she recognized it immediately—but her shock melted into something darker when she curled her fingers, pressing the metal deep into her palm like a brand.

The priest's wrinkled hands hovered between you like a benediction, his voice cracking on the final words—"you may now kiss the bride."

A hush fell over the congregation, all those polite strangers leaning forward in their pews, expecting chaste propriety. Ahyeon's breath hitched when your palms settled on her waist, her pupils dilating until only a thin ring of honey-brown remained. The lace of her gown whispered against your knuckles as you pulled her closer than a father ever should.

Her lips parted before yours even touched them—warm, yielding, slick with the champagne she'd stolen sips of in the vestry. The taste of her exploded across your tongue, mint and something darker, something that made your fingers tighten involuntarily on her hips.

A shocked murmur rippled through the church when your tongue flicked against hers, when her moan vibrated against your mouth loud enough for the front pew to hear. You broke apart panting, her lipstick smeared across your mouth like a confession.

The priest, your neighbors, even someone you still find hard to remember their name is happy for you and Ahyeon, rejoicing for the love of Taboo you both.

The champagne flutes clinked like wind chimes in the golden afternoon light, their crystalline notes dissolving into the murmur of polite laughter and the rustle of silk against wool.

You stood in the dappled shade of the churchyard's ancient oak, its branches heavy with late summer leaves, while the men—your new neighbors, all silver-haired and sun-weathered—circled you like curious crows. Their wives had already whisked Ahyeon away, their delighted coos about her youth and beauty carrying across the lawn like birdsong.

"You're so lucky, buddy," your neighbor clapped you on the back with a teacher's practiced enthusiasm, "To have a younger, prettier, hotter partner—wow."

His laugh came out half-strangled, eyes lingering a beat too long on the way Ahyeon's gown dipped between her shoulderblades.

"I didn't expect it. She's as old as my daughter Leeseo.”

You just smiled behind the Glass cocktails.

The other neighbor's voice cut through the reception's hum, his words landing like a stray bullet.

"You know, when I first met you, I didn't expect you to be a couple and instead thought you were father and daughter, but that's impossible, right... It's... Hey. He—"

Then another also added the joke, "it turns out that I'm not the only one who thinks like that, but who can stand Ahyeon's charm, even if she's my daughter I'll definitely marry her too he he he".

Ahyeon’s hips swayed as she approached, the delicate fabric of her wedding gown catching the sunlight in a way that made the men around you momentarily forget their drinks. She tilted her head, her painted lips curving into a playful smirk.

"What are you guys talking about?" she asked, her voice dripping with mock innocence. "It seems so exciting." Her fingers brushed your forearm, lingering just long enough to make your pulse jump.

"Only a man’s thing, honey " you replied, shrugging as the neighbors chuckled awkwardly.

She giggled, the sound like wind chimes, and leaned into your side. "Oh? Should I be worried?" Her thumb traced idle circles over your wrist, hidden from view beneath the tablecloth.

They laughed and chuckled awkwardly.

" Gentleman, may I steal my husband for a dance?" Ahyeon's voice cut through the men's laughter like a silver blade through velvet, sweet yet decisive.

The string quartet swelled as Ahyeon pulled you onto the dance floor, her grip tighter than propriety allowed. Her fingers laced through yours with practiced ease—too familiar for strangers watching, but they'd already swallowed the lie whole. The champagne had softened the room into a blur of smiling faces and murmured congratulations, none noticing how your daughter's thumb traced slow circles against your wedding band.

"You looked like a trapped animal back there, Dad " Ahyeon murmured, her breath warm against your collar as she guided your hand lower on her waist than any father shouldn't rest.

The satin of her gown hissed against your palm.

“Thank you for saving me from those old men," you muttered into her hair, inhaling the strawberry shampoo she'd used since adolescence—a scent that now carried layers of deception.

Ahyeon chuckled, her fingers tightening around yours as you spun her gently on the dance floor. "Aren't you also an old man, Daddy?" she teased, her lips brushing your ear just long enough to make your breath catch.

You smiled, pulling her closer under the pretense of adjusting your stance, your thumb pressing into the dip of her waist where the gown cinched tight.

"You look comfortable with the wives," you murmured, nodding toward the cluster of women watching them from the edge of the dance floor with approving smiles.

"What were you talking about?"

Ahyeon's fingers tightened around yours as she replied with that saccharine smile you'd learned to distrust—the one that meant she'd already decided something reckless.

"You know, Miss Han is a kindergarten teacher," she murmured, her thumb tracing the inside of your wrist in a way that made your pulse stutter. "She asked if I could be a teaching assistant there?”

You smirked as you teased her, your voice dropping low enough that only she could hear the rough edges of the joke. "You teach? A daughter who seduces her father while her mother is away?" The words curled between you like smoke, hot and illicit.

Ahyeon's laugh was a soft, breathy thing against your shoulder, her fingers tightening around yours as she pressed closer—too close for a father and daughter, just right for newlyweds.

"That's right, Daddy," she purred, her lips brushing your ear as the quartet transitioned into a waltz, "a daughter who gave up her body to be owned by her father when her mother—who was like a bitch—ran away with another man."

The vulgarity dripped from her tongue like honeyed venom, her breath hitching when your palm slid lower on her back, fingers splaying possessively over the satin covering her ass.

The string quartet's final notes dissolved into applause that rippled through the reception like summer rain. Ahyeon's fingers lingered against your jaw a heartbeat too long as you broke apart—her thumb swiping once, deliberately, across your lower lip where her strawberry gloss had smudged. The guests sighed at the display, mistaking it's sinner taboo relationship in both you and her eyes for newlywed devotion.

After the reception ends.

Click.

The door clicked shut behind you with the finality of a vault sealing, muffling the last echoes of congratulations still floating up from the street. Ahyeon's weight in your arms was warm and pliant, her fingers tangled in your loosened tie as she peered up through her lashes—that same half-lidded gaze she'd perfected at sixteen when asking for favors you couldn't refuse. The scent of rose petals crushed underfoot rose thick and heady between you, mingling with the champagne on her breath.

The hinges groaned as you shouldered the bedroom door open, Ahyeon's weight warm against your chest, her breath tickling the hollow of your throat where her lips hovered—close enough to taste your pulse, but not yet touching. The scent of crushed rose petals rose in waves from the mattress, mingling with the faint tang of champagne still clinging to her skin.

You lowered her onto the silk sheets with a slow, deliberate gravity, her white lace gown billowing around her like a fallen cloud. As she sank into the mattress, the short hem of the dress rode up, exposing the creamy expanse of her thighs, the fabric clinging to her curves in a way that felt less like bridal attire and more like a challenge.

She didn't move, simply lying there with her arms spread wide and her chest heaving in a slow, rhythmic cadence. A slow, predatory smile curved her lips as she looked up at you, her eyes shimmering with the thrill of the charade.

"It seems Daddy can't wait to devour his own daughter," she murmured, her voice a low, vibrating hum that seemed to echo in the sudden silence of the room.

You reached out, your fingers grazing the stray tendrils of dark hair that had escaped her veil to cling to her damp forehead. With a slow, methodical tenderness, you brushed them back, your fingertips lingering against the heat of her temple. The gesture was paternal in form but possessive in spirit, a quiet claiming of the woman who had spent the afternoon playing the part of your bride.

"It can't be helped, honey," you murmured, your voice dropping into a low, gravelly register that vibrated in the small space between you.

"Well, my daughter has grown up to be such a beautiful and sexy woman... what father in the world could possibly stand it?”

Your index finger traced the seam of her lips, the skin there soft and slick with the remnants of that strawberry gloss. You pressed just enough to pull her lower lip slightly outward, a slow, deliberate movement that mirrored the way one might open a forbidden book.

"Didn't you tell me, when you were a child, that you wanted to marry Daddy?" you murmured, your voice barely a ghost of a sound.

She blushed.

“Mmm, Daddy to mean”, She hit you lightly on the chest.

Then your fingers hooked under her chin, tilting her face upward with a firm, possessive grip that anchored her to the moment.

When your lips finally collided with hers, it wasn't the tentative brush of a secret or the curated performance for the neighbors; it was a collision of starved appetites. The kiss tasted of salt and strawberry, a desperate, rhythmic exchange that seemed to pull the very air from the room. Ahyeon didn't just receive the kiss—she fought for it, her tongue dancing against yours with a hunger that was predatory and precise. She clung to you not as a child seeking comfort, but as a woman drowning in a lewd, intoxicating lust, her small hands gripping your shoulders to pull you deeper into her space.

" Hosh...Daddy".

The oxygen in the room seemed to vanish, consumed by the heat of the collision, until you finally tore your lips from hers. You pulled back just inches, both of you gasping for breath in ragged, synchronized heaves, the air between you vibrating with a raw, electric tension. Your eyes searched hers, finding a mirror of your own lewd hunger—a gaze stripped of all paternal warmth and replaced by a dark, predatory lust that made the wedding ring on your finger feel like a brand.

Without breaking eye contact, your hand slid beneath the loosened lace of her bodice, the fabric yielding with a soft, sliding hiss.Your palm connected with the heavy, warm swell of her breast, your fingers splaying wide to squeeze the plush cleavage that had been teased all afternoon beneath the gown.

Ahyeon’s head snapped back against the pillow, a long, guttural moan vibrating through her throat—a sound that was half-surrender and half-demand, echoing the illicit thrill of a daughter being handled like a prize.

The lace of the bodice gave way with a sudden, breathless snap as you hooked your fingers beneath the fabric and pulled downward. There was no structured underwire or silk bra to impede the movement; Ahyeon had chosen to forgo them, leaving nothing but the thin barrier of the gown. Her breasts spilled forward, popping out of the constraints of the dress like two ripe peaches breaking through a veil, their pale skin shimmering under the dim glow of the bedroom lamp.

You paused for a heartbeat, your breath hitching as you looked down at the sudden, lush abundance of her.

You reached out, your palms cupping the soft, supple curves, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. They were heavy and yielding, filling your hands with a plushness that felt almost surreal.

"It wasn't always like this," you murmured, your thumbs grazing the peaks of her breasts with a slow, rhythmic precision, "They used to be so tiny... just little buds, cute and fragile.”

Your palms didn't just hold her; they claimed her, kneading the soft, plush tissue with a rough, rhythmic intensity that left flushed marks across her pale skin. You squeezed the heavy curves, feeling the weight of her against your palms, treating her breasts not as something to be admired, but as something to be consumed.

"Mmph... Daddy," she whimpered, her voice breaking as she leaned into the pressure.

Her fingers dug into the silk sheets, clutching the fabric until her knuckles turned white.

"Your hands... they're so rough... but I like it. God, I love it", She gasped, her breath coming in short, jagged bursts as she looked up at you with eyes that were glazed and swimming in a cocktail of lust and devotion, "Oh... you like my titties so bad, don't you? You've been wanting this all day, haven't you?”

"Of course, honey," you murmured, your voice a low vibration that seemed to rattle the very bones of the room. "I am never satisfied with Daddy’s little baby tits."

You didn't wait for her to respond.

You leaned in, your face descending like a shadow over the pale, trembling landscape of her chest. Your tongue lashed out in a slow, wet stroke, licking the peak of her nipple from base to tip. The sensation was electric—the contrast of her searing heat against the damp, slick glide of your saliva.

You didn't stop there; you lingered, swirling your tongue around the budding point, coating the sensitive skin in a glistening sheen that caught the dim light of the lamp. As you drank from her, your hands didn't remain idle. You cupped the heavy undersides of her breasts, squeezing the plush tissue upward, forcing the flesh to bunch and swell against your mouth.

"Daddy... Ahyeon likes it when you suck my titties like that... yes... yes..." Her voice wasn't just a whisper anymore; it was a ragged, broken thing, shivering with a pleasure that bordered on pain.

She arched her chest upward, offering herself to you with a desperate, instinctive hunger, her breath hitching in rhythmic staccatos as you buried your face in the plush warmth of her.

Every time your tongue swirled around the peak of her breast, it was met with a heavy, visceral slurping sound—a slick, suctioning noise that echoed in the quiet of the bedroom. You drank from her with a slow, methodical greed, the sound of your mouth closing over her skin creating a wet, rhythmic cadence that mirrored the frantic beating of her heart against your cheek.

You finally pulled your head away from the plush warmth of her chest, the skin there now glistening and mapped with a chaotic network of red flush and wet streaks. The pale expanse of her breasts looked like a canvas after a storm, marked by the deep, blooming pressure of your palms and the slick trails of your tongue.

You lingered for a moment, admiring the way her breathing shuddered, her chest heaving in a rhythmic, uneven cadence that made the red marks dance.

"Well, it's so beautiful," you murmured, the words barely escaping your lips as a low, guttural exhale.

Ahyeon shifted beneath you, her movement a slow, feline stretch that made the remaining lace of her gown hiss against the silk sheets. She looked up at you with those two big, shimmering eyeballs—wide and dark, reflecting the dim amber glow of the lamp and a hunger that no amount of champagne could satisfy.

"Daddy," she murmured, her lips curling into a smirk that was far too knowing for her age, "I guess, I miss how your cock feels... Can I taste it?”

"Too bad, honey," you murmured, the words vibrating with a low, predatory rumble that seemed to echo in the silence of the room. "Daddy wants to taste your little pussy just as badly. How about we trade? Let's taste each other's taste."

Ahyeon didn’t answer with words; she simply nodded, her eyes darkening into two pools of liquid obsidian. The air between you felt thick, almost viscous, as if the secret you shared had materialized into a physical weight pressing you both down into the mattress.

The buttons of your shirt off, popping open in a rapid-fire sequence of clicks that sounded like small explosions in the heavy silence. As you stepped out of your trousers, the release was visceral; your cock, engorged and pulsing with a rhythmic heat, sprang free, standing rigid and demanding against the cool air of the bedroom.

Ahyeon’s eyes didn't just look; they devoured. Her mouth fell open, a small, soft ‘O’ of genuine awe as she stared at the thickness of you, her gaze tracing the throbbing vein that mapped the length of your arousal.

You settled yourself over her, straddling her head and shoulders with a dominant weight that left no room for doubt, while simultaneously sinking your face deep into the plush, floral heat of her thighs. The world became a blurred symphony of skin and scent—the sharp, intoxicating musk of her arousal meeting the raw, pulsing demand of your own.

As you settled into the sixty-nine position, the alignment was a masterpiece of illicit symmetry. Your cock, rigid and throbbing, hovered mere millimeters from her parted lips, the tip grazing the velvet softness of her mouth like a promise of the consumption to come. Simultaneously, your nose brushed against the damp, silk-slicked folds of her center, the scent of her—sweet, heavy, and entirely yours—filling your lungs until you could taste the desire in the air.

Your fingertips grazed the outer seam of her silk panties, the fabric already damp and clinging to her heat. You didn’t pull them down immediately; instead, you traced the lace edge, feeling the rhythmic tremor in her thighs as she spread her legs wider, opening herself to you like a blooming flower.

"Someone is already wet," you murmured, the words vibrating against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

Beneath you, Ahyeon’s eyes were glazed, her pupils blown wide as she focused on the throbbing length of your shaft. Her small hand wrapped around you, fingers squeezing the veined skin with a desperate, gripping intensity. She couldn't hold back the saliva that pooled at the corners of her mouth, a thin silver thread bridging the gap between her lips and your tip. "Oh, Daddy," she whimpered, the word half-smothered by the heat of her own breath. "Your big cock... it never gives enough. I want to taste it again and again."

With a slow, deliberate inhale, she leaned forward, her nostrils flaring as she breathed in the raw, masculine scent of your arousal. She didn't just kiss you; she inhaled you, her mouth sliding over the crown of your cock with a wet, suctioning sound that echoed through the quiet room. The sensation was an electric shock, a rhythmic pulsing of heat and pressure that sent a surge of adrenaline crashing through your veins. You groaned, your hips twitching involuntarily as her tongue swirled around the ridge, mapping every vein with a predatory precision.

Your tongue didn't just touch her; it claimed her. Your tongue lashed across the swollen lips of her pussy in long, wet strokes, tasting the salt and the honey of her arousal with a rhythmic intensity. You were like a thirsty dog at a spring, lapping at the slickness that coated her, your chin glistening with the evidence of her readiness.

Each flick of your tongue was a deliberate, heavy pressure that sent tremors rippling through her thighs, pinning her to the silk sheets with the sheer force of your hunger.

The sound that escaped Ahyeon was no longer a whimper; it was a low, guttural growl that vibrated through the mattress and into your very bones. Her hips bucked upward, trying to drive her center deeper into the wet, suctioning heat of your mouth.

"Mmph... Daddy... your tongue..." she gasped, the words fragmented and wet, "it's so great... it's too much..." Her voice was a jagged edge of pleasure, her fingers digging into your glutes to anchor herself as you focused your attention on the most sensitive peak of her anatomy.

You didn't just lick; you devoured, your tongue acting as a rhythmic piston that pushed and pulled against her, swirling around the clitoris with a relentless, focused pressure that left her sobbing in a state of total sensory overload.

While you worked your way through the honeyed depths of her, Ahyeon was lost in her own ritual of servitude. Her lips were sealed tight around the crown of your cock, her cheeks hollowing as she created a powerful vacuum, drawing you deeper into the velvet warmth of her throat. She didn't just suck; she worshiped, her tongue dancing around the ridge of your glans with a desperate, rhythmic precision.

The feeling of her small, wet mouth sliding over the pulsing veins of your shaft was an exquisite torture, a cocktail of heat and pressure that made your vision swim. She looked up at you through the fringe of her lashes, her eyes swimming in ecstasy, seeing the way your face was buried in her flesh and knowing that she held the power to make you lose your mind.

"Forget the champagne and the cake," you murmured, your voice a muffled, guttural rumble against the slick heat of her thighs, "The Michelin stars could weep with envy, but they’ve never tasted a feast this decadent."

You paused, your breath hot and humid against her swelling folds, before adding with a low, predatory chuckle, "My slutty daughter's pussy tastes better than any dish in the world."

Ahyeon’s hips bucked violently, her heels digging into your shoulders as she let out a shattered, high-pitched keen.

You didn't give her a moment to recover; while your tongue continued its relentless, swirling devotion to her peak, your hand slid downward, fingers slick with the evidence of her arousal. With a slow, possessive deliberation, you drove two fingers deep into her wet heat, piercing the velvet depths of her hole.

The sensation of being opened and filled simultaneously caused Ahyeon to choke, her throat tightening around your glans as she reflexively swallowed you deeper. A muffled, wet sound escaped her—a mixture of a gasp and a moan—as she fought for air, her eyes rolling back into her head. The rhythmic friction of your fingers inside her, coupled with the suction of her mouth around your cock, created a sensory loop of pleasure that threatened to snap the last thread of your control.

There was no more distance between you, only a seamless loop of giving and taking, a circuit of pleasure that fed back into itself. Your tongue became a relentless tide, lapping at the swollen, honeyed folds of her center with a predatory hunger, while Ahyeon’s mouth worked over you with a desperate, vacuum-like intensity.

Each time your tongue flicked against her peak, she responded by tightening her throat, pulling you deeper into the velvet heat of her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she tried to swallow the very essence of you.

Every flick of your tongue was met by a violent shudder of her thighs, and every pulse of your cock in her throat was answered by a frantic surge of her hips. Suddenly, the walls of her pussy began to ripple, twitching in rhythmic, involuntary spasms that gripped your tongue like a velvet vice, trying to pull you deeper into her core.

Ahyeon’s body stiffened, her back arching off the silk sheets as she fought for air, her mouth still sealed tight around the throbbing length of your shaft. With your cock buried deep in the velvet heat of her throat, she struggled to speak, the words emerging as muffled, wet fragments of a desperate plea. "Mmmph... Ddad... I wannmt... To... Cum…”

Then, with a sound that was less a moan and more an animal-like howl—raw, primal, and stripped of all modesty—she shattered. The internal ripples of her orgasm hit with the force of a tidal wave, and her center erupted, a hot, rhythmic torrent of feminine fluids spurting forward in a sudden, violent release.

The spray was an iridescent deluge, drenching your cheeks and chin in a searing, honeyed warmth. You didn't flinch; you didn't pull away. Instead, you opened your mouth wide, a silent invitation to the flood, drinking in the salty, sweet essence of her pleasure as it splashed against your lips and tongue.

You chased every stray droplet, your tongue darting out to lap the remaining moisture from your skin, ensuring that not a single drop of her surrender went to waste.

Mmph

Ahyeon lay frozen, her chest heaving in ragged, uneven stutters, her mouth still clamped tight around the throbbing crown of your cock. The silence that followed her climax was heavy, filled only by the sound of her erratic breathing and the slow, rhythmic drip of her release soaking into the silk sheets.

Ahyeon collapsed back into the pillows, her lungs expanding in a violent, shuddering heave of relief, her eyes fluttering shut as the world stopped spinning.

"Your cum tastes like a miracle, honey," you murmured, your voice a low, gravelly vibration that seemed to settle in the marrow of her bones.

"Sweet, heavy... and entirely mine.”

You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her head into the crook of your neck and holding her with a protective, heavy pressure that anchored her back to the earth.

"Daddy," she murmured, her voice a fragile thread of sound, stripped of the predatory edge she had worn all afternoon. "Can I ask you something?".

"Sure, honey. "

Ahyeon shifted against you, her head resting on your chest, listening to the slowing thunder of your heart. She looked up at you, her eyes wide and shimmering, the predatory hunger replaced by a sudden, quiet curiosity.

"You know," she began, her voice still raspy from her screams, "when I talk to the wives in our ward, they seem so happy to tell me everything. They gush about their children—how they’re developing, the sleepless nights, the struggle of taking care of them, and then the pride in every little achievement. They look... genuinely happy."

" Then....?" you murmured.

Ahyeon shifted, her leg hooking over yours to pull herself closer, her gaze searching yours with a terrifyingly lucid intensity.

"I want to see it," she whispered, her voice gaining a sudden, sharp clarity. "I want to see a version of me, a smaller, softer version, running around this house. I want to wake up and see your eyes in a child’s face, knowing that the only person in the world who knows the truth of their blood is us."

She pressed her forehead against yours, her breath hitching.

"I want you to breed me, Dad. I want to carry your offspring and raise them together in this little lie of a neighborhood. Do you agree to do it? Do you agree to make me a mother?”

The idea of seeding your own bloodline—of folding your legacy back into itself until the world was nothing but a mirror of your own image—triggered a primal, territorial hunger. It was a biological imperative stripped of morality, a desire to claim her not just as a partner in a lie, but as the vessel for a permanent, living truth.

You looked at her—really looked at her—and saw not just the daughter you had raised, but the fertile soil where your future would be planted. The taboo didn't feel like a weight anymore; it felt like a crown.

"Let's do it," you murmured, the words vibrating against her skin, a low rumble of consent that sounded more like a command to the universe. "Your father will breed you, honey. Every single inch of you."

The agreement wasn't just a word; it was a shift in the atmosphere, a heavy, thickening tension that turned the bedroom into a sanctuary of biological destiny.

You reached down and gripped her thighs, hauling them wide with a firm, territorial pressure that left her completely exposed. Between her legs, her center was a vivid, pulsing landscape of raw desire; her pussy seemed to be gasping, the swollen lips twitching in rhythmic, desperate anticipation of the weight they were about to receive.

You didn't rush the descent. Instead, you wrapped your hand around your shaft, stroking the rigid length with a slow, methodical friction that drew a jagged, needy whimper from her throat.

" Ready, Honey", Ahyeon nodded.

Guided by a primal instinct, you aligned the throbbing crown of your cock with the center of her heat. Her slit had cracked open like a blooming flower, weeping a translucent dew that glistened under the lamp’s amber glow, inviting the intrusion.

The moment the velvet tip made contact with the entrance—the first tentative press of skin against slick, yielding flesh—Ahyeon let out a moan that was purely lewd, a guttural sound of surrender that vibrated through the mattress.

"Mmph, Daddy" .

As you surged forward, the initial entry was a slow, crushing friction, the tight ring of her entrance fighting against the girth of your shaft with a desperate, clinging resistance. Ahyeon’s walls were a tight, velvet vice, gripping you with a suffocating warmth that felt less like an invitation and more like an attempt to fuse your two bodies into one. The pressure was exquisite, a searing, tight squeeze that mapped every ridge of your cock as you forced your way deeper into the narrow channel of her heat.

Knowing that you were filling her not just for pleasure, but with the intent to seed her, watered the fire of your lewd desires until it became a roaring blaze. The taboo wasn't just a thrill; it was the fuel, turning the act of breeding your own daughter into a ritual of absolute possession.

"Daddy, I love you," she whimpered, her fingers digging into your shoulders with a strength that spoke of a hunger that could swallow the world, "Please fuck me... bring your seed into your daughter's slutty womb."

You didn't just move; you collided with her. Your hips surged forward with a violent, territorial force, your cock slamming into her depths with a wet, heavy thud that echoed through the room. The impact was visceral, a crushing collision of flesh and bone that drove the air from her lungs in a sharp, shattered gasp. Ahyeon’s back arched off the silk sheets, her head snapping back as you buried yourself to the hilt, claiming the very center of her with a possessive finality.

The friction was a suffocating, velvet heat that wrapped around you like a living glove, squeezing the breath from your lungs with every rhythmic plunge. It felt as though the walls of her center were pulsing in synchronization with your own heartbeat, a delicious, crushing pressure that pushed you toward a jagged edge of sensory overload. You felt the build-up in your loins, a searing, electric tension that threatened to detonate the moment you moved.

Driven by a sudden, raw impulse, you reached up and captured her lips with yours, crashing into her with a kiss that was less about affection and more about a desperate, wild hunger. It was a collision of salt and heat, a raw exchange of breath and saliva that mirrored the frantic collision of your bodies below.

"Fuck... yes," you rasped, your voice a gravelly wreck of a sound. "You like this, don't you, honey? You love having your daddy's cock buried deep inside your slutty little hole.”

Her hips snapped upward in a violent, rhythmic counter-surge, meeting every plunge with a desperate, clawing hunger that sought to draw you even deeper into her core. She was no longer just a passenger to the pleasure; she was an active participant in her own consumption, her pelvic bone colliding with yours with a wet, slapping sound that echoed like a heartbeat in the oppressive silence of the room.

"Yes, Daddy!" she screamed, the sound jagged and raw, "I love your big cock stabbing my dirty pussy!"

Her voice had devolved into a guttural, lewd cadence, stripped of all the curated softness she showed the neighbors.

She wrapped her legs around your waist, locking her ankles together to tilt her pelvis at a steeper angle, effectively angling her womb to meet the full, crushing force of your momentum.

"Give me a deeper prick!" she sobbed, her fingers digging into the meat of your shoulders. "I want my womb to be pierced by your big cock, Dad! Fill me... stretch me... break me open!”

You gripped her slender waist with a territorial firmness, your fingers sinking into the soft give of her hips as you hoisted her upward. In one fluid, powerful motion, you shifted the geometry of your union, hoisting her body until she was perched atop you, her weight centering over yours. You didn't withdraw for a second; you kept her pinned, her pussy hole still tightly occupied by the throbbing length of your shaft, creating a seamless, wet bridge of flesh and heat.

"Did you feel it, honey?" you murmured, your voice a low, predatory vibration that seemed to echo inside her very gut. You surged upward, a sharp, sudden thrust that buried you deeper than before, making her breath hitch in a jagged, broken sob. "Yes... did you feel my cock penetrate your womb, huh? Tell Daddy if you can feel it.”

Ahyeon’s eyes flew open, her pupils blown wide, as she felt the blunt, pulsing head of your shaft breach the final barrier, punching through the narrow gateway and seating itself firmly against the velvet walls of her womb. It was a deep, crushing saturation, a feeling of being completely occupied from the outer lip to the innermost sanctum of her anatomy. Each subsequent surge of your hips wasn’t just a thrust; it was a rhythmic hammering, the tip of your cock relentlessly drumming against her cervix, vibrating through her entire pelvic floor and sending shockwaves of illicit electricity straight to her brain.

"Yeah... Daddy... I can feel it," she gasped, her voice a shattered, wet wreck of a sound. Her head thrashed against the air, her hair splaying out like a dark halo of chaos. "I can feel your cock... inside my womb... oh yes... yes, like that, Daddy... oh fuck!”

As Ahyeon rode you, her movements shifted from desperate lunges to small, shuddering circles, her internal walls beginning to ripple in a series of rhythmic, involuntary contractions. It was a crushing, suctioning grip, a visceral signal that her body was folding in on itself, preparing for another catastrophic collapse. Your cock, pushed to its absolute limit, felt as though it were made of white-hot iron, the skin stretched tight and pulsing with an impatient, liquid fire that demanded release.

"Oh yes... I'm going... I'm going to cum again!" Ahyeon shrieked, her voice breaking into a ragged, high-pitched keen,"Oh god... it's too much... Daddy, please!"

"Me too, honey," you groaned, the words vibrating through your entire frame as you arched your back, driving your hips upward to meet her descent with a final, crushing force. "Let's cum together! Give it all to me!”

Ahyeon’s body stiffened into a rigid arc, her internal walls clamping down on you like a velvet vice.

Then, she broke.

A violent torrent of feminine release surged from her, a hot, iridescent spray that drenched the junction of your bodies, the sheer volume of her climax acting as a lubricant for the final, devastating surge of your own.

With a shuddering, full-body convulsion, your cock pulsed with a rhythmic, territorial force, firing your load deep into the sanctuary of her womb.

It felt as though a dam had burst, a searing, endless stream of thick, white seed flooding into her, filling the tight channel of her womb until there was no room left for air. You drove into her one last time, pinning her against the mattress with a crushing weight, ensuring that every single drop of your legacy was embedded deep within her fertile depths, sealing the pact of your shared bloodline.

You didn't let her drift into the soft haze of afterglow, instead flipping her over and pulling her hips high, driving back into her with a renewed, territorial hunger. Every position was an exploration of ownership, from the desperate, clinging heat of the missionary press to the raw, animalistic friction of her arched back beneath you, her cries echoing off the walls of the room until they became a singular, humming vibration of shared ecstasy. You treated her womb like a reservoir, filling it again and again with thick, searing bursts of seed until her insides felt heavy and saturated, a constant, warm overflow that leaked out to coat the silk sheets in a glistening, pearlescent sheen.

Six month later.

“You’re walking slower today,” you remarked, your voice a warm hum as the front door clicked shut.

Ahyeon stood in the entryway, her breath coming in soft, shallow puffs. She looked radiant, though exhausted, her frame softened by the unmistakable, heavy curve of a six-month pregnancy. The floral maternity dress she wore clung to the high, taut sphere of her belly, a living monument to the secret legacy you had planted within her. To the world, she was a young bride blossoming into motherhood; to you, she was the vessel of a closed circle, carrying a child that was a mirror of your own blood.

You stepped toward her, the floorboards creaking under a stride filled with a protective, possessive pride. You wrapped your arms around her, your palms naturally finding the hard, warm stretch of her stomach, feeling the subtle, rhythmic thrum of a second heartbeat beneath your touch. You leaned in, pressing a lingering, tender kiss to her flushed cheek.

“How is the gymnastics program for pregnant women that you do with the wives of our neighbors ?”

Ahyeon let out a soft, melodic giggle, leaning back into the circle of your arms. She tilted her head, her eyes shimmering with a playful, conspiratorial glint that never truly vanished, even in the quiet moments.

"It was wonderful," she murmured, her voice a velvet purr. "The other women are so supportive. They give the best advice, too." She paused, her gaze dropping to the prominent, pulsing ridge straining against the fabric of your lounge shorts.

"Especially Mrs. Choi. She insists that keeping the husband's attention focused on the bedroom is the secret to a smooth delivery. She says frequent, deep sessions help ease the childbirth process by... preparing the body."

As she spoke, Ahyeon shifted her weight, sliding her hips backward with a slow, deliberate friction. She rubbed the plush curve of her backside against your bulge, the contact brief but searing.

Spank

Your hand didn’t hesitate, the palm meeting the plush, rounded curve of her backside with a sharp, echoing *crack* that resonated through the quiet room.

You didn't give her a second to recover, your fingers hooking into the elastic waistband of her yoga pants. With a slow, possessive tug, you lowered the fabric, sliding it down the swell of her hips to reveal the damp, clinging lace of her panties, already translucent with the evidence of her arousal.

"Bad girls," you murmured, your voice a low, predatory rumble that seemed to vibrate against her skin, "It seems that your father needs to discipline his daughter. Tell me, honey... do those neighborhood wives know that you’re so slutty for your own father?”

“ Don't worry dad, they didn't know about us”.

After that, all that is heard is the sound of skin being slapped, gasping, moaning between father and your pregnant daughter.

The end.

[izlts]

My teacher's secret

Kwon eunbi

The silence in the classroom wasn't an empty space; it was a physical pressure squeezing my throat, leaving me breathless as I tried to pretend I was paying attention to the lesson. Everything in that room smelled of dry chalk and that cheap disinfectant that irritated the nostrils, but the center of my universe was one single sound: the dry, rhythmic tap... tap... tap... of Eunbi’s heels hitting the linoleum floor. Every step she took seemed to mark the pulse of my own anxiety.

I didn't dare look at her directly, but my eyes—treacherous and hungry—remained anchored to the lower half of her figure. Eunbi walked with a rigidity that bordered on military; her back was so straight it felt like an impassable wall, and her chin was always held high, as if simply breathing the same air as us was a generous concession on her part. She wore a white silk blouse that was losing the war against her own body.

It was impossible not to obsess over them. Her tits were huge, absurdly large for her delicate frame, straining the fabric of the shirt to a critical limit. Every time she moved to write on the board or correct an error, the buttons of the blouse let out a dull groan, fighting not to pop under the pressure of that heavy, white flesh. I felt my throat tighten and the air grow dense, almost liquid. My palms began to sweat against the cold wood of the desk, and I felt a damp, throbbing heat begin to concentrate in my crotch, making my pants pinch my balls in an unbearable way.

"Silence..." Eunbi’s voice cut through the air like an ice blade. She didn't yell, but the tone was so dry and stripped of any trace of humanity that a violent shiver ran down my spine, leaving the hairs on my arms standing on end.

Suddenly, the sound of her heels stopped right next to my seat. Her scent arrived before she did: a cold, sophisticated floral fragrance that clashed violently with the stale smell of the classroom. I felt the atmospheric pressure change as Eunbi leaned slightly over me to check my notebook. At that angle, gravity did its job, and the neckline of her blouse gave way another inch. I stood hypnotized by the blinding whiteness of her skin and the massive volume of her tits which, although contained by a bra, overflowed with a natural arrogance.

I could see, with an almost painful clarity, the dilation of a small bluish vein running along the upper curve of her chest, pulsing to the rhythm of a heart that, on the outside, seemed made of marble. My breathing became erratic... short... shallow. My lungs were no longer absorbing oxygen, but Eunbi’s frigid perfume. The pulse hammered in my temples and I felt a drop of cold sweat slide down the back of my neck, descending slowly toward my shoulder blades while I stayed there, paralyzed, staring into that abyss of white flesh.

Then it happened. While she pointed out an error in my notebook, her fingers—long and pale as porcelain—accidentally brushed the edge of my hand. It was a fleeting contact, a touch lasting less than a second, but for me, it was as if someone had slammed an electrode directly into my nerves. The electric shock traveled up my arm, down through my chest, and ended with an explosion of heat in my balls, leaving me completely zoned out.

Eunbi looked up. Her eyes were two pits of indifference, icy and distant, while her dark red lips remained closed in a thin, severe line. There was no trace of lust in her; only a professional contempt that made my desire turn darker, more animal.

"If you dedicated as much attention to the books as you do to my movements... perhaps you wouldn't be failing," she let out with surgical coldness before straightening up and walking away.

I remained nailed to my seat, feeling my erection push against the fabric of my pants with a painful, almost violent force. I watched her back as she retreated, noting how the narrow, dark pencil skirt hugged her hips and emphasized the powerful curve of her ass with every step. The contrast was driving me insane: on top, she was an iceberg; below, she had a body that screamed contained depravity. I swallowed hard, feeling the knot in my throat and a desperate need to break that wall, to see this perfect woman reduced to something vulgar, wet, and animal.

The way home was a slow torture, a parade of residual images looping in my mind like a video. Every time I closed my eyes or the bus braked sharply, I was back there in the classroom, feeling the suffocating pressure of the silence and Eunbi’s glacial scent. I couldn't get the image of her massive tits straining the white silk of her blouse out of my head; I felt that the fabric was on the verge of surrender, that one more button of tension and all that massive volume would spill over before my eyes. The mere thought sent a pang of pain through my crotch, a dull throb reminding me that my body remained in a state of maximum alert.

Upon reaching my door, my hands trembled slightly as I slid the key into the lock. The sound of metal clashing against the cylinder echoed in the empty hallway, a dry echo that seemed to announce the beginning of my descent. I entered and slammed the door shut, a definitive noise that separated me from the outside world and its social rules. I leaned against the cold wood for a few seconds, breathing heavily, listening to my own gasps fill the silence of the foyer. I was drenched in a cold sweat that glued my shirt to my back, and I felt the air in the house charged with a static electricity that made the hairs on my arms prickle.

I didn't turn on the lights. I didn't want clarity; I needed the dimness to embrace me, to hide my desperation. I walked toward my room in the dark, guided by instinct, feeling how each step made my erection strike against the fabric of my pants with violent force. The friction of the rough fabric against my already irritated glans was both torment and pleasure. Entering the room, I collapsed into the ergonomic chair. The cold leather of the seat instantly stuck to my sweaty thighs, sending a shiver running down my entire spine until it hit my balls.

I stayed there for a moment in silence, staring at the black screen of the monitor. My heart hammered against my ribs—an erratic, animal rhythm. I felt a tightness in my chest, a mixture of frustration and hunger that nothing could calm. Eunbi’s coldness had left me in a state of toxic arousal; I didn't simply want to masturbate, I wanted to destroy that image of perfection. I wanted to find something as vulgar and depraved as the desire she had awakened in me without even touching me.

With a dry, mechanical click, I turned on the computer. The hum of the fan began to fill the void of the room, a monotonous noise that blended with the rush of blood pulsing in my ears. Suddenly, the blue, icy light of the monitor flooded the space, carving my silhouette against the dark walls and casting long shadows that seemed to observe my misery. The artificial brightness blinded me for an instant, but I didn't look away.

My hand instinctively went to my crotch. The button of my pants felt like an unbearable barrier. With clumsy, urgent fingers, I undid the metal and lowered the zipper slowly, listening to the metallic sound tear through the quiet of the room. I freed my member, which sprang outward, congested and hard as a rock, pulsing with almost painful force. It was so tense that I felt any excessive friction could break me. A drop of precum appeared at the tip, glistening under the blue light of the monitor.

I opened the browser. My fingers flew across the keyboard, but my mind remained anchored in the classroom. I entered a camgirl site—that digital sinkhole where morality vanishes and only flesh remains. I stared at the main page, sliding the cursor over thumbnails: bouncing tits, exposed asses shaking to the beat of cheap electronic music, wet lips whispering dirty promises. But nothing filled me. Nothing was enough because none of those women possessed that aura of glacial superiority that had left me shattered, courtesy of Eunbi.

I was looking for something more. Something forbidden. I began filtering by categories: "masks," "hidden identities," "exhibitionism." I wanted to find someone playing with the idea of a secret, someone who felt like an intrusion into their privacy. As I browsed, my breathing became a shallow gasp and I began to rub my erection with slow, almost torturous movements, trying to sync the rhythm of my hand with the accelerated beat of my heart. The heat in the room seemed to have risen several degrees; I felt a drop of sweat slide down my temple and slowly toward my jaw while my eyes frantically scanned the screens, searching for that final stimulus that would allow me to release the accumulated tension.

My fingers stopped dead on the mouse when a thumbnail appeared in the bottom corner of my screen. It wasn't the typical hyper-edited, glossy promotional image; it was a short video clip, dark, with dim lighting suggesting an intimate and clandestine environment. In the clip, a woman sat in what looked like a blood-red velvet armchair, but the framing was cruelly strategic: the camera was positioned at chest height, deliberately cutting off the face. Only the white curve of her neck and a delicate chin were visible, partially hidden by a black lace mask that gave her an air of depraved mystery.

I clicked with almost violent urgency. The sound of the mouse resonated in the room like a gunshot, and the screen went black for a fraction of a second before loading the live stream.

When the image appeared, I felt the air leave my lungs in one go. The quality was absurd—a high definition so sharp I could see every pore of her white skin and the glint of light reflecting off her body. But what left me completely zoned out were her tits. They were monumental. She wore a black lace bra, a piece of lingerie so small and tight it seemed to be fighting a losing battle against the flesh. The volume was massive; the cups barely managed to contain the weight, letting the upper part of her breasts overflow upward in white, tense, glowing curves that defied gravity.

I stood hypnotized, my hand squeezing my erection with painful force. I couldn't stop watching how those tits swayed slightly every time she breathed—a slow, rhythmic movement that made me feel like my heart was going to jump out of my chest. The woman didn't speak with words at first; she communicated through an animal confidence, a security in her own body that I found hypnotic. She extended a hand with dark red nails and began to caress the edge of the lace, sliding her fingers slowly over the upper curve of her chest, sinking the tips of her fingers into the soft flesh.

"Hello..." the voice finally arrived through my headphones.

It was a velvety whisper, charged with a liquid sensuality that surged through my body like an electric shock. I didn't try to analyze it; I simply let the sound invade me. It was a voice that commanded, seduced, and humiliated all at once, though I didn't know why. The woman on the screen leaned back, arching her spine against the red velvet. The movement caused her massive tits to rise even further, straining the lace until the fabric seemed to emit a dull sound of resistance.

I was already out of control. My breathing was an erratic gasp and I began to rub my member with fast, desperate movements, trying to follow the rhythm of the camgirl's caresses. I felt the precum lubricating my tip, glistening under the blue light of the monitor, while my eyes devoured every inch of exposed skin.

The model then leaned forward, approaching the lens. The movement caused her massive tits to hang slightly, swaying with a real, tangible weight that made me let out a muffled moan. Through the microphone, I could hear the wet sound of her own breathing—a contained gasp that blended with the white noise of the transmission.

"You want to see more... don't you?" she whispered, and that way of asking, that tone of superiority disguised as an invitation, made me grit my teeth.

I felt like a voyeur infiltrating a forbidden sanctuary. I was fascinated by the fact that she wore the mask; the mystery turned the act into something much darker than simple pornography. I wondered who she was behind the lace, what life she led outside that red room, while I watched her fingers now descend along her flat stomach until they reached the edge of a tiny thong that sank deeply between the folds of her generous ass.

The tension in my body reached an unbearable point. I was sweating, my skin felt hot, and the air in the room seemed to have thickened, charging with a sexual electricity that clouded my judgment. I stayed there, trapped in that loop of desire and mystery, observing how this unknown woman played with the audience, manipulating us all like puppets while she delighted in her own exhibitionism. I didn't know who she was, but at that moment, I didn't care about anything other than seeing how much more she was willing to show.

I remained petrified, my hand gripping my member in a frenetic rhythm I could no longer control. On the screen, the atmosphere had shifted; the tension was no longer just a promise—it had become a liquid and heavy reality. The camgirl let out a low chuckle, a guttural sound that vibrated in my headphones and caused a spasm in my balls. Her red nails, long and sharp, stopped caressing the surface of the lace to slide toward the center of her chest, right where the fabric dipped into the deep valley separating her tits.

"You guys have no idea how hard it was to shove these fucking tits into this bra today..." she whispered with a vulgarity that left me zoned out.

That sentence was the spark that ignited everything. I saw her hand move toward the back closure, and although I couldn't see the clasp, I heard the dry, metallic click resonating in the microphone. For a second, the lace stayed in place, held up only by the pressure of her own flesh, creating an unbearable visual tension. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she slid the straps down, letting the garment fall heavily onto her hips.

The visual impact was like a blow to the stomach. Her tits sprang forward with a violent bounce, liberated from the oppression of the lace. They were monumental, much larger than the bra had suggested; two white, heavy masses that swayed with a natural inertia, filling almost the entire frame of the camera. I lost my breath, watching as her white skin glowed under the studio lights, highlighting the perfect roundness and massive drop of her chest.

"Look at them... look how fat they are today," she said, while grabbing one of her tits with her hand, squeezing it hard to deform the flesh.

I saw how her fingers sank deeply into the soft tissue, creating red furrows over the whiteness of her skin. The pressure forced the nipple—a dark, erect circle—to protrude violently, pointing toward the camera like an obscene invitation. The sway of her breasts as she moved was hypnotic; every time she breathed or let out a moan, those massive tits oscillated, weighing in the air with an animal arrogance.

My own reaction was visceral. I felt my heart hammering against my ribs and sweat starting to run down my back, gluing my shirt to my skin. My hand was moving without rhythm now, driven by blind desperation. The precum lubricated my tip, making every rub wetter, more intense. I was so aroused that I felt an electric tingling running through my entire spine; my eyes couldn't detach from the screen, devouring every detail: the contrast of the red velvet against her pale skin, the dilation of the bluish veins running along the upper curve of her breasts, and the way she looked at herself, enjoying the power she exerted over me.

"Do you like them exposed like this?" she asked, while beginning to massage both nipples simultaneously, making fast circles that made them vibrate. "I want you to imagine you're here... I want you to feel the weight of these tits crushing your face."

I let out a muffled moan, closing my eyes for a second to imagine exactly that: feeling that massive, hot volume suffocating me, the scent of her skin flooding my lungs as I sank into that whiteness. When I opened them, I saw she had leaned closer to the camera, letting her tits hang heavily, almost touching the lens. The sway was slow, torturous, and the sound of her agitated breathing filled my ears like a depraved mantra.

I was on the verge of collapse. My body was in total tension, my muscles contracted, and my mind clouded by an animal lust that prevented me from thinking clearly. Only she existed—that monumental body hidden behind a mask—and the desperate need to release all the pressure accumulating in my balls.

The atmosphere in my room had become dense, almost sticky. The hum of the computer fan was now nothing more than white noise serving as a backdrop for the true symphony happening in my headphones: the sound of wet skin crashing against skin. I was in a state of trance, eyes bloodshot, and my hand moving in a frenetic, almost violent rhythm, while I listened to the camgirl begin to play with her own body in a much more explicit way.

On the screen, she reached for a bottle of transparent lubricant on the red velvet. I saw her pour a generous amount of the viscous liquid onto her palms, and the glup... glup... sound of the gel leaving the bottle resonated in my ears with a clarity that made my balls shiver. Then, she brought her hands to her massive tits.

"Now... I want you to hear how they sound," she whispered, her voice a dirty thread of silk. "I want you to feel the moisture through the screen."

Then began the auditory feast. She enveloped her breasts in lubricant, sliding her hands from the base to the nipples, creating a wet, sucking sound. Squelch... plok... squelch... Every time her palms slid over that white, glowing flesh, the noise was visceral—a symphony of fluids that made me imagine I was right there, my hands sunk into that massive volume.

I saw how she squeezed her tits toward the center, pushing them together with force to create a deep, glistening valley of lubricant. The sound of wet skin colliding was rhythmic and obscene. Clap... plok... She began to gently slap the base of her breasts with open palms, causing those huge masses to oscillate violently up and down. The sway was hypnotic; the weight of her tits felt real, tangible, while the sound of the wet impact against her own torso hit my mind like a hammer.

"Look at me... look how they glow," she gasped, and I could hear her breathing become heavier, more erratic. "I'm so wet I can barely hold myself up..."

I was at the limit. My hand no longer followed any logical rhythm; it was an animal movement, desperate. I felt the rub of my palm against my member lubricated by precum, and every time I heard a plok in the headphones, I let out a muffled moan that resonated in the solitude of my room. The contrast was torturous: I was there, alone in the blue darkness, while she, on the other side of the screen, became a creature of fluids and wet sounds.

The woman then slid one of her hands down, crossing her lubricated abdomen until reaching her crotch. I couldn't see it fully, but the sound was devastating. Squelch... plok... The noise of her fingers sinking into her own moisture was so explicit that I felt an electric shock run through my spine. She began to gasp more loudly, and the rhythm of her caresses accelerated, syncing with the violent beats of my heart.

"Oh god... I want you to watch me... I want you to imagine my tits crushing you while I sink into you..." her voice became a broken whisper, charged with an animal lust that clouded my judgment.

I felt suffocated by the tension. My breathing was a shallow gasp and I felt the sweat running down my neck, while my eyes devoured the image of her tits swaying and glowing under the studio lights. The sound of the lubricant being manipulated, the small snaps of wet skin, and those guttural moans escaping her throat created an atmosphere of absolute depravity.

I was so close to the climax that I felt an unbearable tingling in my balls. Every sound, every plok, and every dirty sigh pushed me further toward the abyss. I imagined myself there, holding that massive weight, feeling the viscosity of the lubricant between my fingers and the heat of her white skin against my face. The psychological tension was unbearable; it was no longer just about sex, but a total surrender to that wet symphony that was breaking me from the inside.

I was on the very edge of the abyss. My hand moved with desperate violence over my member, which was so congested and tense I felt the skin was going to tear. My eyes were glued to the screen, absorbing every detail of that lubricated, glowing woman, while my ears continued processing the wet, dirty sounds emanating from the headphones. I felt small, vulnerable, and completely dominated by a digital image, but at the same time, I experienced an animal euphoria that clouded any trace of reason.

On the screen, she had reached a point of critical intensity. Her gasps were no longer seductive whispers, but broken, deep breaths that made her huge tits oscillate violently with every exhalation. I could see how sweat began to bead on her white skin, mixing with the transparent lubricant and creating an almost iridescent glow under the studio lights. She moved with a frenetic urgency, arching her back against the red velvet, while her fingers continued working in her crotch with a relentless rhythm.

"God... I'm going crazy..." she let out, her voice sounding raspy, charged with a need that resonated in my own body like an echo.

Suddenly, something happened that broke the monotony of pleasure. In the middle of a spasm of pleasure, she leaned too far forward, almost crashing into the camera. I saw how a small drop of lubricant or sweat had splashed onto the lens, partially blurring the image and creating a hazy halo over the whiteness of her chest. She let out a grunt of frustration, a guttural sound that made me grit my teeth while I continued rubbing with blind speed.

"Damn it..." she whispered, and the tone of annoyance in her voice was so natural, so human, that for a second it pulled me out of the erotic trance.

I saw her extend her hand toward the camera to clean the lens. It was a quick movement, but for me, it happened in slow motion. In that instant of distraction, as she stretched to reach the lens, the strap of her black lace mask—which was already soaked with sweat and lubricant—gave way. The fabric slid slowly down the curve of her temple, driven by the weight of the wet lace and the abrupt movement of her head.

Time stopped. My hand froze over my erection, precum dripping slowly while my eyes dilated, fixing on the space opening beneath the mask. The lace didn't fall completely, but it slid enough to reveal the upper part of her face. First, I saw the perfect line of a delicate jaw, then the curve of red, wet lips that were slightly parted, letting out hot gasps.

But it was the next movement that left me breathless. To adjust the mask and prevent it from falling completely over her face, she raised her hand and pulled the lace upward with a sharp gesture, fully exposing her gaze for a few seconds.

I felt a violent lurch in my stomach, a sensation of freefall that left me zoned out. The world around my room disappeared; I no longer heard the hum of the fan or felt the cold chair under my thighs. Everything was reduced to those eyes. Eyes that I knew all too well—icy, distant eyes that had spent the last few months judging me from the front of a classroom.

The mask fell back into place almost immediately after she finished adjusting it, but the damage was done. My brain entered a state of electric shock. The image of the perfect teacher—cold and unreachable—fused violently with the image of this depraved, lubricated woman exhibiting herself naked before thousands of people. The contrast was so brutal that I felt a pang of pain in my balls, a psychological tension that surpassed any physical arousal.

I stayed there, breath suspended, staring fixedly at the screen now that she was hidden again. My heart hammered against my ribs with destructive force. It couldn't be her... it was impossible. But my instinct told me I had just opened a door that could not be closed. The excitement was no longer just sexual; it had transformed into something much darker, a feeling of power and discovery that made my jaw tremble.

I stayed frozen, hand suspended over my member, feeling the precum drip slowly while my mind tried to process the short circuit it had just suffered. The world had shrunk to that small square of blue light and the echo of the woman's gasps on the screen. I knew it was her; my instincts, fed by months of silent obsession in the classroom, screamed at me that there was no room for error. But I needed the definitive proof—the irrefutable detail that would transform a suspicion into an absolute fact.

The camgirl, now with the mask back in place but visibly agitated, moved even closer to the camera. She was so close that her breath slightly fogged the edges of the lens, and her massive, lubricated, glowing tits occupied the entire lower frame, swaying heavily with every movement. She let out a long moan, a sound that vibrated in my ears like a forbidden confession.

"God... I'm so turned on my legs are shaking..." she whispered, and that exact inflection—that way of dragging her words when she lost control—was Eunbi’s vocal signature.

Then, the exact moment happened. To wipe away one last drop of sweat sliding down her cheek, she tilted her head slightly to the right, stretching the skin of her face and shifting the mask just a few millimeters upward. It was a fleeting instant, a blink in the transmission, but for me, it was as if a spotlight had been turned on in my face.

There it was.

Just below the left eye, on that white, perfect skin that looked like porcelain, stood out a small dark mole—almost imperceptible to anyone, but iconic to someone who had spent hours studying every inch of Eunbi’s face in the classroom. It was the same location, the same shape, the same distinctive mark she always tried to hide with impeccable makeup during school hours.

I felt an electric spark surge through my entire spine, a discharge so violent it made me arch my back against the chair's headrest. The air in my room vanished; I felt my lungs closing while my heart hammered against my ribs with destructive force. It wasn't just surprise; it was a brutal mental clash. The dichotomy was unbearable: the cold, distant, and severe teacher who humiliated me with a glacial gaze was the same vulgar, depraved woman who was currently touching her ass and exhibiting her huge tits to thousands of strangers for money.

The revelation acted as a physiological trigger. My erection, already at its limit, jumped to a level of tension that was almost painful. I felt blood congesting in my member with violent pressure, making the glans throb with animal force. It was no longer just sexual desire; it was the intoxicating feeling of power. The fact of possessing her secret—of knowing exactly what this woman did when she closed her bedroom door and took off her mask of perfection—triggered a wave of adrenaline that left my fingers trembling.

"It's you..." I whispered in the darkness of my room, my own voice sounding husky, charged with a dark lust. "It's you, damn it..."

I imagined Eunbi tomorrow in the classroom, standing before us with her white blouse tight and her look of contempt, not knowing that I had seen every corner of her lubricated body, not knowing that I had heard her filthiest moans. The idea of looking into her eyes while knowing that beneath those formal clothes she hid that monumental, depraved body caused a spasm in my balls that almost made me lose my balance.

The woman on the screen let out a stifled scream, an auditory climax that resonated in my headphones as she shook violently against the red velvet, her tits oscillating with brute force. I couldn't take any more. The combination of psychological shock and visual stimulation was too much. With a desperate, blind movement, I gripped my member hard and let out all the air from my lungs in a raspy moan.

I came violently, feeling the semen spray against my abdomen and the monitor screen, while my body shook in spasms of pleasure and triumph. I stayed there, panting in the dimness, eyes fixed on the image of the woman who was beginning to regain her calm in the video. Silence returned to fill the room, but it wasn't the same silence as before. Now it was a silence charged with complicity and danger.

I leaned back in the chair, feeling my pulse slowly drop but the obsession grow. I looked at my own hands, still trembling, and then I looked at Eunbi—or rather, the camgirl—on the screen. A dark smile spread across my face. The game had changed completely. She was no longer the predator who humiliated me in class; now I was the one holding the leash around her neck.

I stayed there, sunk into the chair, chest heaving violently as I caught my breath. The scent of sex and sweat filled the air of my room, but my mind was not at peace; it was on fire. The adrenaline rush following the climax left me in a state of hyper-alertness. I couldn't simply turn off the computer and go to sleep. I needed more. I needed to dig deeper into this hole, tracking every digital trace of this woman to ensure there wasn't a single doubt remaining.

With fingers still trembling and gaze fixed on the monitor, I returned to the camgirl's profile. I began exploring every section, every small, hidden link in her bio. I knew models of this level rarely limited themselves to live streams; they usually had digital ecosystems where they fed their followers' hunger between sessions.

And then I found it. A tiny icon, a direct link to a social media account tied to an exclusive content service. I clicked with the same urgency I had used to pull down my pants a few minutes prior.

When the page loaded, I felt my heart leap against my ribs. It wasn't a live stream; it was a gallery. A massive collection of photographs and short videos organized chronologically. The first thing I noticed was the unwritten rule of the profile: she never, absolutely never, showed her face. All photos were carefully framed from the neck down or from the chin up. It was a calculated game of voyeurism, an invitation to focus exclusively on the flesh.

I began scrolling slowly, feeling my pulse accelerate again. The first photo was a close-up of her tits pressed against clear glass. She wore no clothes; only drops of water sliding down the white, glowing skin, highlighting the massive volume of her breasts and the darkness of her erect nipples. I stood zoned out, comparing that image with the memory of her in the classroom. It was impossible for it not to be her. The scale, the shape, the texture of the skin... everything matched.

I scrolled further and found a series of photos where she posed from behind, in front of a steamed-up mirror. She wore a white shirt identical to the one she used for teaching, but it was open, falling off her shoulders and letting her tits hang heavily forward while she looked at her own ass in the reflection. The contrast was brutal: the "perfect teacher" clothes used as accessories to highlight her depravity. Her hips were wide, powerful, and her ass looked firm and rounded, marking a silhouette I had memorized while she walked in front of the chalkboard.

"Damn it..." I whispered, feeling a damp heat concentrate in my crotch again. "You really are an exhibitionist..."

I moved on to the fully nude photos. There were images where she lay on black sheets, opening her legs with an animal confidence that left me breathless. The lighting was dim, but the sharpness allowed me to see every detail: the fine blonde hair of her pubis, the glistening moisture of her vaginal lips, and the way her huge tits flattened against the mattress due to gravity.

What obsessed me most was finding a photo where she held a textbook... the same literature book she used in class. She was naked, leaning against a white wall, holding the book in front of her chest to partially cover her tits, but letting the bottom part of them overflow beneath the volume of the paper. It was an implicit message, a perverse game. She knew exactly who her followers were and what fantasies she was feeding.

I felt as if I were reading her most intimate diary, but written in carnal language. Each photo was a piece of a puzzle that gave me total control over her. I noted the small details: a birthmark on the back of her thigh, the exact way her fingers bent when caressing herself, the glow of her skin under different lights.

I leaned back in the chair, staring at the dark ceiling of my room while the blue glow of the monitor continued to illuminate my hands. It was no longer just a suspicion based on a mole and a voice; I had a complete archive of her depravity. I had visual proof that the coldest, most distant woman in the institute spent her nights photographing herself naked, exposing her massive tits and her ass to the entire world for the pleasure of being watched.

A slow, dark smile formed on my face. The image of severe Eunbi, correcting my exams with contempt, fused definitively with the image of the lubricated, naked woman in the photos. The power I felt now was intoxicating, almost stronger than the orgasm I had just experienced. I imagined entering the classroom tomorrow, staring her straight in the eyes while she spoke to me with coldness, knowing that I had every inch of her exposed skin on my phone.

[izlts]

My teacher's secret

POV Kwon eunbi

The silence of my room at six in the morning had a dead weight to it, a freezing atmosphere that seemed to suck away any trace of warmth before I could even feel it. I stood in front of the vanity mirror, staring at my reflection with a blank, almost mechanical gaze. At this hour, before the world knew me as Professor Eunbi, I was nothing more than a body trapped in constant tension, a woman fighting a silent war against her own anatomy.

Naked, the pale light of dawn highlighted the almost unreal whiteness of my skin and the overwhelming volume of my tits. They were heavy, massive, two spheres of flesh that dominated my silhouette and always seemed designed to draw every single eye, even though I spent every second of my life trying to kill that effect. I stared at them, watching how gravity pulled at them, creating a deep, generous curve that reminded me of the hunger deep in my belly—a void that no amount of professional respect could ever fill.

Then began the ritual of suffocation.

I reached for the white lace bra, a garment designed to compress, to contain, to erase. Getting into it was always a physical and psychological struggle. First, I fought with the straps, feeling them dig into my shoulders as I tried to force the flesh of my tits into the cups. I let out a muffled groan, almost a grunt of frustration, when I felt the fabric stretch to its breaking point.

Sshhh... The sound of the lace stretching to the limit echoed in my ears. I had to use my hands to push and mold the flesh, sinking my fingers into the softness of my tits to force them to stay flat, crushed against my chest. I felt my white skin turn pink from the excessive pressure, and the air began to fail me as the bra squeezed my ribs like a noose. The result was an unbearable feeling of oppression; my tits were there, trapped in a fabric cage, fighting for breath, pulsing against the restriction with every beat of my heart.

I put on the white silk blouse, hearing the soft brush of the fabric sliding over skin that was already damp from a cold sweat breaking out at the nape of my neck. As I buttoned it up, I felt that familiar and torturous tug on the middle buttons. Each button was a critical point of tension; I knew that if I leaned too far or breathed too deeply, the fabric would give way. But that oppression was necessary. Formal clothes weren't just attire; they were my armor.

I approached the mirror to do my makeup, tracing the perfect line of my red lips and ensuring my skin looked flawless, without a single trace of weakness. As I applied the powder, a shiver ran down my spine. I looked into my own eyes and saw the woman disappear to make way for the mask: that icy, distant, and severe gaze that projected an unreachable superiority.

But beneath that white silk, beneath that perfect makeup and that expression of ice, my body was screaming. I felt an electric tingle in my clit, a dull throb reminding me that I was alive and starving. The physical suffocation of my clothes translated into emotional suffocation; I felt like a caged animal inside a marble statue. I knew that the moment I crossed the threshold of the institute, everyone would see the perfect teacher, the untouchable woman who despised any sign of vulgarity.

None of them could imagine that this coldness was the result of unbearable pressure, that my mask of ice was the only thing keeping me from crumbling under the weight of my own desires. I adjusted my pencil skirt, feeling it hug my hips with military rigidity, and let out a shaky sigh that made the buttons of my blouse groan once more. I was ready to start another day of lies, carrying the weight of my tits and the loneliness of my life, not knowing yet that the path to depravity had already been traced inside me.

When I closed the door to my house at the end of the day, the sound of the lock clicking was like the closing of a tomb. My home wasn't a refuge; it was a cold and sterile museum, a space filled with expensive furniture, marble floors that echoed my footsteps, and a silence so thick it buzzed in my ears. It was a house designed to impress guests who never arrived and to maintain the appearance of a perfect life, while I slowly consumed myself inside.

My husband was part of that expensive, lifeless furniture. A man much older than me, whose presence in the house was as sporadic as his interest in my body. We had married for convenience; he wanted the trophy beauty of a young and distinguished woman to complete his image of success, and I... I had sought stability, status, and that economic security that would allow me to walk with my head high. But the price of that security was a loneliness that ate through my guts.

He was almost never there. When he was, he moved through the halls like a ghost, wrapped in his gray suits and phone calls about business and stocks. To him, I was just another piece in his collection; he looked at me with the same indifference he used for a painting hanging on the wall. There was never any passion, never that animal urgency I felt boiling under my skin every time I looked in the mirror. Our interactions were limited to polite greetings and silent dinners where the only sound was the clink of cutlery against fine porcelain.

There were nights when the frustration became physical, an unbearable pressure that started in my tits and traveled down to my clit, leaving me in a state of constant irritability. I would lie in the matrimonial bed—a massive expanse of cold silk sheets—and feel the void beside me like a slap in the face. I would roll over slowly, feeling my huge tits flatten against the mattress, heavy and hot, while I imagined strong, rough hands grabbing them violently, squeezing them until I couldn't breathe.

Sometimes, I stayed staring at the ceiling in the darkness, listening to the graveyard silence of the house, and felt a dull rage grow inside me. It was a cruel irony: I had a body that screamed to be desired, a massive chest that attracted the gaze of every man I crossed in the institute, but I came home to be invisible. I felt like a ripe fruit rotting on the branch because no one dared to pluck it.

There were moments when the sexual hunger was so strong it made me shake. I would get out of bed and walk through the house naked, feeling the cold marble under my feet and the heavy sway of my tits against my stomach. I looked at myself in the hallway mirrors, watching how my white skin glowed under the dim light of the lamps, and wondered if anyone would ever touch me with the vulgarity I craved. I didn't want romance; I didn't want sweet words. I wanted to be treated like an object; I wanted to feel someone claim me with animal hunger, ripping my clothes off and making me moan until I was exhausted.

That lack became a silent obsession. My marriage was a golden cage where I was the most pampered prisoner, but also the hungriest. Every day I spent being the "exemplary wife" and the "respectable teacher," the void between my legs grew deeper. The tension accumulated in my muscles, in my breath, in the way I bit my lips while teaching.

I felt trapped in a constant lie. On the outside, I projected an image of self-sufficiency and glacial coldness, but on the inside, I was screaming. I imagined breaking the silence of that house with screams of pleasure, filling the empty rooms with the sound of skin slapping against skin. But the man who slept beside me—when he was there—was incapable of waking the beast I kept locked beneath my silk blouses.

That accompanied loneliness was what finally broke me. It led me to seek refuge in places where no one knew me, where I wasn't anyone's wife or anyone's teacher. I needed an escape valve for all that accumulated lust, a place where I could stop being marble and start being flesh. I didn't know how it would happen, but I knew I could no longer endure the weight of the silence nor the oppression of my own repressed desires.

It was two in the morning and the house felt colder than ever. I lay in the immense matrimonial bed, my body wrapped in a black silk robe that felt slippery against my skin but failed to remove the feeling of emptiness. Beside me, the space was vacant; my husband was probably in some business hotel or some late-night meeting, and I, as always, was left alone with my thoughts and a dull restlessness gnawing at my nerves.

Insomnia had become my habitual companion. To combat the loneliness and the graveyard silence enveloping the rooms, I turned on my phone. The blue light of the screen blinded me for a moment, casting long shadows against the bedroom walls. I browsed aimlessly, jumping through irrelevant news and empty profiles, looking for anything to distract me from the oppression of my own life. I entered Twitter, scrolling through the feed with mechanical apathy, until a capricious algorithm suggested a profile that had nothing to do with my usual interests.

At first, it was just an image. A blurry photo, probably taken in a mirror, where a woman posed from behind. She wore no clothes; only high red heels that made her ass lift in a provocative and tight curve. But what stopped my heart wasn't the nudity itself, but the rawness of the image. It wasn't a professional or edited photo meant to look elegant; it was vulgar, direct, almost aggressive in its honesty.

I felt a pinch of morbid curiosity and, without thinking, clicked on the profile.

What I found there was a dizzying descent into a world I had only visited in my darkest, most forbidden fantasies. The woman didn't show her face, but she exposed every corner of her body with an animal confidence that left me zoned out. There were entire threads of photos where she showed herself playing with her own nipples, short videos where she bounced her tits in front of the camera while reading dirty comments, and photos where she spread her legs completely, exposing her wetness to the world without a shred of shame.

I froze, phone pressed against my chest, feeling my breathing turn erratic. I had never seen anything like this so openly. In my world, sexuality was something that should be discrete, elegant, and above all, controlled. But here, in this digital corner, vulgarity was the primary language. I read the comments under the photos: unknown men using raw words, calling her a "slut," asking her to masturbate for them, praising the shape of her ass and the size of her tits with a rawness that made me blush.

And then the unexpected happened. Instead of feeling disgust or rejection, I felt an electric spark run down my spine and land directly on my clit.

A damp, stinging heat began to concentrate between my legs. I felt hypnotized by the idea that someone could expose themselves like that, that someone had the courage to turn their body into a pure, animal object of desire for strangers. While observing a photo where the girl squeezed her tits with her hands, distorting the white flesh, I felt my own breasts start to pulse under the silk robe. I brought a hand to my chest, unconsciously squeezing the curve of my tit, and let out a muffled moan that echoed in the silence of the room.

"My God... what am I doing?" I whispered, but I didn't look away.

I felt as if I were looking through a forbidden keyhole. The excitement was born from the morbidity, from the transgression. I imagined for a moment how it would be if I were in that position: to stop being Professor Eunbi, the trophy wife, the pedestal of ice, and become simply flesh. I imagined the feeling of reading those vulgar comments directed at me, the idea that thousands of men were staring at my huge tits and my ass without knowing who I really was.

The idea triggered an adrenaline rush so strong it made me shake. For the first time in years, I didn't feel the void of marriage or the suffocation of my routine; I felt a voracious hunger, an animal need to be seen, to be desired in the dirtiest way possible. I slid down in the bed, feeling the silk of the robe stick to my sweaty thighs. With the phone still on and the image of that exposed woman before me, I brought my hand down, seeking contact with my own damp skin.

I realized I no longer wanted to be just a spectator. The accidental discovery of that account had opened a floodgate in my mind that could no longer be closed. Curiosity had transformed into a dangerous and tangible desire. As I touched myself, imagining thousands of invisible eyes watching me through the screen, I knew my perfect life had just shattered. The ice had cracked, and beneath it, a current of depravity began to flow, promising the only freedom I had ever known: the freedom to be vulgar.

I stayed there, lying in the darkness of my bed, phone illuminating my face and breath ragged. My hand remained anchored between my legs, but my mind was elsewhere, processing the psychological shock I had just suffered. I wondered, with brutal honesty, why this vulgarity had provoked such a violent, visceral reaction. Why did seeing a stranger expose her ass and tits to thousands of strangers make me feel like the air became thick and my clit throbbed with an almost painful urgency?

Then I understood it. And the revelation was like a blow to the stomach.

It wasn't just sexual desire; it was a hunger for freedom. For years, I had built a fortress of ice around myself. I had become the embodiment of perfection: the impeccable teacher, the distinguished wife, the woman who never made a mistake and followed every social rule with military discipline. I had spent so much time being the pedestal where others projected their ideas of respect and decorum that I had forgotten what it meant to be human—or more accurately, what it meant to be an animal.

The idea of becoming exactly what I despised in public—a vulgar woman, an exhibitionist, a digital slut—felt, for the first time in my life, like the only path toward redemption. I imagined freeing myself from that armor of silk and perfect makeup. I imagined breaking the silence of my empty marriage not with words, but with dirty moans while thousands of invisible eyes devoured me through a screen. The mere idea of betraying my own image, knowing that while I corrected exams with coldness in the classroom, there existed on some remote server a proof of my depravity, gave me an adrenaline rush that left me trembling.

I wanted to feel that gaze. I wanted them to desire me not for my intellect or status, but for the mass of my tits and the curve of my ass. I wanted to be an object; I wanted to be consumed; I wanted the world to see me without filters, without rules, and without the suffocating mask of a "good teacher."

Driven by an urgency I couldn't contain, I got out of bed. The silk robe slid off my shoulders, falling to the floor with a dull whisper. I walked naked toward the vanity mirror, feeling the cold night air hit my white skin and prickle the hairs on my arms. I stared at myself. There I was: Eunbi, the woman of ice. But as I observed myself, I began to see myself through the eyes of those men on Twitter. I saw the massive volume of my tits swaying with every breath, the powerful curve of my hips, and the moisture glistening between my legs.

My heart hammered against my ribs like a caged animal. Fear was there, a cold sting in my stomach, but it was precisely that fear that fueled my excitement. I took the phone with trembling hands and opened the camera.

I positioned myself in front of the mirror, adjusting the angle with obsessive care. I didn't want to show my face; the idea of keeping my identity hidden added a layer of morbidity that made me gasp. I framed myself from the chin down, letting the dim light of the room highlight the shadows and contours of my body.

With a slow movement, I took my own tits with both hands, squeezing them toward the center to create a deep, glistening valley. I felt the softness of my own flesh, the heat of my skin, and the tension of my erect nipples rubbing against the palms of my hands. The contrast between the woman I was in the classroom and the woman who was now standing here, holding her own breasts for an obscene photo, provoked a spasm of pleasure that made me arch my back.

Click.

The sound of the shutter resonated in the room like a gunshot. I stared at the image on the screen: my huge tits, exposed and vulnerable, captured in a moment of pure transgression. A wave of animal euphoria surged through my entire body, from my toes to the nape of my neck. I had crossed the line. I was no longer just a spectator; I had become a participant in the game.

I sat on the cold floor, leaning my back against the wood, while I looked at the photo over and over again. I knew this was the start of something dangerous, something that could destroy my life if anyone ever found out. But as I felt the constant pulsing between my legs and the echo of the click in my ears, I knew there was no turning back. The mask of ice had definitively cracked, and I was anxious to see how much more of it could break before it consumed me completely.

I kept staring at the phone screen, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks as I read a comment that repeated over and over in the thread of my last photo. "I want to see those tits moving," one said; another was cruder: "Bet they weigh a ton, make them bounce for us, slut."

The word "slut" resonated in my head like a whip-crack. In the classroom, that word would be grounds for expulsion or a nuclear scandal; but here, in the dimness of my room, while I felt the brush of my silk robe against my erect nipples, that word gave me an electric shock that left me breathless. I felt small, vulgar, and for the first time in years, terribly alive.

I stood up in front of the vanity mirror, feeling my heart hammer against my ribs with an erratic rhythm. I untied the knot of my robe and let the garment fall to the floor, leaving me completely naked before my own reflection. The dim light highlighted the whiteness of my skin and the massive volume of my breasts, which hung heavily, waiting to be released. I felt vulnerable, but that vulnerability was the gasoline fueling my excitement.

I took the phone with one hand and placed it at an angle that captured only my torso and thighs. With the other hand, I touched my chest, feeling the softness of the flesh and the hardness of my nipples, which were already tense like piano wires. I imagined the thousands of men on the other side of the screen, holding their breath, waiting for me to do what they asked.

Then, I did it.

I began to bounce gently on my heels, a short, rhythmic movement that caused my tits to jump violently up and down. The impact was immediate. I felt the real weight of my own body; the inertia of my breasts was overwhelming, swaying with an animal force that made me gasp. Plok... plok... I could hear the dull sound of flesh hitting my own chest with every bounce.

I looked at myself in the mirror and went completely zoned out. Seeing my huge tits oscillate like that, without control, without bras compressing them, was an image of pure depravity. I felt like a beast, a massive object of pleasure that had nothing to do with Professor Eunbi. As I increased the intensity of the jumps, the sway became more chaotic and violent. My breasts bounced with raw energy, pulling at the skin of my shoulders and making my nipples dance frantically in the air.

"God..." I let out a muffled moan that echoed through the walls of the room.

The physical sensation was intoxicating. The weight of my tits swaying created a tension in my back and chest that translated, almost instantly, into an electric sting between my legs. I felt my clit pulsing with violent urgency, flooding my imaginary underwear with thick, hot moisture. Every time my breasts dropped and hit my torso, I felt a bolt of pleasure run down my spine.

I stopped abruptly, left breathless, my chest heaving violently. My tits continued to oscillate slightly from the inertia, and I stared at the screen, watching the comments explode in real-time: "Holy shit, look how they bounce!", "Bet they feel heavy as hell," "do it harder, slut, make them bounce until you're tired."

Reading those words while feeling the echo of the sway in my body provoked a spasm of pleasure that made me arch my back. I felt humiliated and adored at the same time. The idea that those men were watching my tits jump, imagining the weight and heat of that flesh, left me in a state of sexual hyper-awareness. My breathing was now a shallow gasp, and my skin was glistening with a cold sweat starting to bead at my neck.

I stood there, gaze fixed on my own breasts, feeling the hunger grow. The bouncing had only been the beginning; it had awakened a beast that no longer settled for jumping. I wanted more. I wanted to feel the touch, I wanted to fulfill every dirty request, and I wanted to see how far my own depravity could go before it broke me completely.

The phone screen was now a cauldron of lust. Notifications kept arriving, a constant flow of dirty words that hit my mind like lashes. The bouncing video had been the spark, but now the users wanted something more; they were no longer satisfied with natural movement, they wanted to see deformation, they wanted to see how that massive flesh felt under pressure.

"Use your hands," one comment said, standing out above the rest. "I want to see your fingers sink into those tits, I want to see how much space they take up in your palms. Squeeze them until they overflow, slut."

Reading the word "squeeze" triggered an immediate reaction in my body. I felt a violent spasm in my belly and an electric sting that went straight down to my clit, leaving me breathless for a second. I stared at my own breasts, those two monuments of white flesh that were currently rising and falling with the speed of my ragged breath. The idea of following that order, of becoming a toy for thousands of strangers, provoked a wave of heat that blurred my vision.

I approached the mirror, pressing my chest almost against the cold glass. The thermal contrast made my nipples harden instantly, poking the air like two small, dark nails. I took the phone with my left hand and positioned it for an extreme close-up; I wanted every pore of my skin, every tiny blue vein and every drop of sweat to be visible to those on the other side.

Then, I closed the fingers of my right hand over my left tit.

It wasn't a gentle caress. Following the chat's order, I sank my fingers with raw force into the soft mass of my breast. I felt the flesh shift and deform under the pressure, creating deep grooves that left the skin red where my nails dug in slightly. The volume was so massive that my hand couldn't wrap around it completely; the tit overflowed through the sides of my fingers, creating a grotesque and fascinating curve that left me zoned out.

"Oh God..." I let out a husky moan, a guttural sound I didn't recognize as my own.

I saw myself in the mirror and felt a surge of animal euphoria. Seeing how my own hand crushed that massive volume, forcing the flesh to displace upward and sideways, made me feel incredibly vulgar. It was the same hand I used to hold chalk in front of my students, the same hand that corrected exams with glacial severity, but now it was there, buried in my own skin, distorting my body for the pleasure of strangers. The psychological contrast was the spark that lit an uncontrollable fire between my legs; I felt the moisture begin to soak the area, a hot and thick flow that made me feel heavy.

I increased the pressure. I began to knead my breast with slow, strong movements, squeezing and releasing, making the flesh bounce against my own palm. Squelch... plok... The sound of my damp skin slapping against itself echoed in the silence of the room, a wet and obscene noise that sent a violent shiver down my entire spine. I imagined it wasn't my fingers squeezing, but the hands of one of those men from the chat, someone grabbing me violently and forcing me to watch how I was being deformed.

I leaned further toward the mirror, letting my other tit hang heavily, while I continued manipulating the first with desperate urgency. My nipples were now so tense they hurt, and every time I squeezed the flesh, I felt the pressure translate directly to my pelvic area, triggering rhythmic spasms in my clit. I was sweating; a drop slid down my forehead and fell right into the valley of my breasts, glistening under the light before sliding downward.

I looked at the screen and saw that the chat had entered a state of collective hysteria. "That's it! Harder!", "look how her fingers overflow," "bet they're hot and soft." Reading those words while feeling my own flesh deform under my fingers made me arch my back, letting out a shallow gasp. I felt small, exposed, and completely dominated by the desire of those strangers.

I stopped for a second, fingers still buried in my chest, feeling the pulse of my own heart beating against my palms. I was at the limit; the physical tension was already unbearable, and the need to touch myself further began to cloud my judgment. But I knew I couldn't skip steps. I wanted to feel every inch of this humiliation, I wanted to fulfill every dirty request before allowing myself a climax.

The euphoria of deformation still vibrated in my fingers, but the chat's hunger was a bottomless pit. While I recovered my breath, panting in front of the mirror, the notifications began to shift direction. They were no longer satisfied with my tits; now they wanted to explore the forbidden territory, the zone I had kept under lock and key even in the most intimate moments of my empty marriage.

"What about the rest?" a comment said with a rawness that made me shudder. "We want to see that ass. Open your legs, slut. We want to see how wet you are while you look at us."

Reading the word "open" caused a short circuit in my mind. I felt a sting of panic mixed with an excitement so violent it made my knees buckle for an instant. Showing my tits was an act of exhibitionism, but opening myself to the camera was an act of total surrender. It was giving up the last fortress of my dignity. But it was precisely that feeling of absolute vulnerability that pushed me forward. I wanted to feel that freefall; I wanted to know what happened when a respectable teacher became raw meat for public consumption.

I let the phone drop onto the surface of the vanity, leaning it against a perfume bottle so the angle captured the lower part of my body. I turned around, leaving my back to the mirror and facing the camera.

I leaned forward, resting my palms on the cold marble of the furniture. The movement was abrupt and caused my huge tits to hang heavily, pulling at my skin and swaying with a real, almost tangible weight, while they remained suspended in the air. I felt gravity dragging them down, a feeling of heaviness that made me feel even more animal. But my attention was no longer on my breasts; it was on the tension building in my thighs and the curve of my ass.

With a slow, deliberate movement, I began to separate my legs. The brush of my own thighs, damp with sweat and excitement, produced a soft sound, a fleshy slide that echoed in the silence of the room. Sshhh...

I brought my hands back. My fingers, still hot from squeezing my chest, found the firm, rounded skin of my cheeks. With a muffled moan, I grabbed each cheek firmly and began to pull them apart violently, opening myself up.

"Oh God..." I whispered, and my voice came out as a broken wail.

The visual impact on the screen was devastating. By opening myself, I exposed the most intimate and secret part of my body under the raw light of the ring lamp. I saw the contrast between the whiteness of my tight cheeks and the deep pink and wetness of my vulva, which was already glistening from natural lubrication. I felt completely naked—not just of clothes, but of all social protection. I was there, open, exposed, offering my hole to thousands of invisible eyes.

I stayed like that, in a humiliating and provocative position, feeling the cold air hit my most sensitive area. The sensation was overwhelming; I felt as if each of the spectators were stabbing their gaze into my wetness, penetrating me with their sight. The pulse in my clit became frenetic, a constant hammering that made my legs shake.

Then, I saw the chat explode. Words were no longer just comments; they were orders. "Open wider!", "bet she's dripping," "I want to see how that hole glistens," "look at this open slut."

Reading the word "dripping" while I felt the hot, thick flow sliding down my vaginal lips provoked a violent spasm. I felt like a ripe fruit that had finally burst. I imagined it wasn't a camera in front of me, but a real man forcing me to stay like that, open and vulnerable, while he insulted me and claimed me.

I began to move my hips slightly, rubbing the surface of the marble with my wet zone. Plok... plok... The sound of my wet flesh hitting the cold furniture was obscene, a symphony of fluids that made me gasp loudly. I felt small, reduced to a simple orifice, and that reduction gave me the most intense euphoria of my life. There was no longer a teacher, no longer a wife; there was only a woman open and starving, surrendering her secret to the world in an act of absolute depravity.

I stayed in that position for several minutes, enjoying the agony of desire and the pleasure of exposure. My tits continued to hang heavily in front of me, swaying slightly with every gasp, while my lower half was totally surrendered to digital scrutiny. I was on the verge of collapse, muscles tense and mind clouded by an animal lust that screamed it was finally time to stop watching and start touching.

The tension in the room had reached a point of no return. I was there, leaning on the cold marble, legs open and intimacy exposed to thousands of invisible eyes. The freezing air of the room hit my wetness, but I was burning inside. I looked at the phone screen and saw that the chat was no longer asking for photos; now they demanded action. Words flew in a cascade of depravity: "Touch yourself," "I want to see you masturbate while you read us," "use your fingers, slut, get them dirty with your own juice."

Reading the word "get them dirty" triggered an electric spasm through my thighs. I felt like a puppet whose strings were being pulled by strangers, and that loss of control was the most exciting thing I had ever felt in my life. I was no longer the woman dictating rules in the classroom; now I was the one obeying dirty orders from the shadows of her own home.

Slowly, with one hand still resting on the marble to support my weight and the other descending toward my crotch, I began the execution. The first contact of my fingers against my clit was like a spark. I was so lubricated that my finger slipped instantly, producing a short, wet sound. Plok. I froze for a second, listening to that noise in the absolute silence of the room. It was the physical confirmation of my own excitement; I was dripping, completely surrendered to the morbidity.

"Oh God..." I let out a gasp that vibrated in my throat, while closing my eyes and letting myself be carried by the current.

I began to rub myself with circular movements, slow at first, feeling how the flesh of my vulva was swollen and sensitive. Every touch was an exquisite torture. As I increased the speed, the sound became more constant and visceral. Squelch... squelch... The noise of my fingers moving through the viscosity of my own desire filled my ears, mixing with the sound of my breath which was no longer a whisper, but an erratic, animal gasp.

I forced myself to open my eyes to read the chat while I touched myself. "Faster!", "look how your hole glistens," "bet you're thinking about how dirty you are." Reading that I was "dirty" while feeling the friction of my fingers against my clit gave me an adrenaline rush that made me arch my back. I felt divided: one part of me was still Professor Eunbi, horrified by her own conduct, but the other—the real, hungry one—enjoyed every second of this degradation.

I increased the pace, sinking a finger deeply into my vaginal canal while the thumb continued to hammer my clit with blind urgency. The sound was now a wet and obscene symphony. Squelch... plok... squelch... I felt the pressure in my pelvis grow until it became unbearable. My legs began to shake, and I had to press my toes against the floor to keep from collapsing.

In that moment, I forgot about the perfect position; I simply surrendered to raw pleasure. I let my huge tits hang heavily downward, swaying violently with every movement of my hips. The weight of my breasts pulling on my skin contrasted with the frenetic speed of my hand down there. I felt like a beast in heat, a woman reduced to a set of electric impulses and hot fluids.

"Look at me..." I whispered into the phone's microphone, though I didn't know who I was speaking to. "Look how I get... for you..."

The idea that thousands of men were watching my climax in real-time, observing how my fingers disappeared and reappeared in my wetness, pushed me to the limit. I felt my heart hammering against my ribs and the skin of my back prickling. The pleasure was no longer just physical; it was a psychological catharsis. I was breaking every chain they had imposed on me, destroying the image of the perfect woman piece by piece with every movement of my hand.

I was on the edge of the abyss, feeling the tension accumulate in a tight, hot knot just below my navel. My breathing was now a set of husky sobs, and my eyes were clouded by a lust that prevented me from thinking clearly. There only existed the wet sound of my fingers, the raw light of the lamp, and the insatiable hunger to end this torment.

The entire world had been reduced to a point of unbearable heat concentrated in my clit and the deafening sound of my own blood pulsing in my ears. I no longer heard the hum of the air or the silence of the house; I only heard the frenetic rhythm of my own fingers against my wet flesh and the incessant flow of dirty words sprouting from the chat. I was at the peak of the mountain, balancing dangerously over an abyss of pure pleasure and absolute depravity.

"Now! Come for us, slut! Do it right now!" I read on the screen, and that final order was like a bomb's detonator.

I let out an animal scream that tore through my throat, a sound I would have never allowed to escape my lips in any other context. My hand became a blur of movement; there was no longer any technique, no longer any rhythm, only a blind and desperate urgency to reach liberation. I sank my fingers with violent force into my wetness, hammering my clit with a speed that almost hurt, but that pain was the fuel I needed to jump into the void.

And then, it happened.

The orgasm hit me like a thousand-volt electric shock that raced up my spine and left me breathless. It was a violent burst, an explosion of pleasure so intense that I felt my mind fragment into a thousand pieces. My entire body arched against the cold marble of the furniture, my muscles tensed to the limit, and I let out a husky shriek that resonated throughout the room. I felt my belly contract in deep, rhythmic spasms, squeezing my fingers with instinctive force while waves of liquid heat flooded my legs.

It was the most violent orgasm of my life because it wasn't just physical; it was the discharge of years of repression, of matrimonial loneliness, and of a social mask that had been suffocating me. In that instant, I wasn't Professor Eunbi nor the trophy wife; I was simply a woman broken by pleasure, an animal creature surrendering completely to humiliation and desire. My huge tits oscillated violently with my body's spasms, hitting my own chest with a wet, dull sound while I shook in the climax, feeling every pore of my skin scream with satisfaction.

I stayed there, collapsed on the furniture, breath broken and heart hammering against my ribs as if it wanted to escape my chest. Sweat soaked the nape of my neck and my chest, and I felt the cold marble contrasting violently with the residual heat emanating from my crotch. My fingers were still trembling, stained with my own lubrication, while I stared fixedly at the camera with clouded eyes and dilated pupils.

On the screen, the chat was in a state of collective hysteria. "Holy shit, look how she shakes!", "that's the best climax I've ever seen," "she's totally destroyed." Reading those words while I recovered my breath provoked a dark, satisfied smile. I had achieved the unthinkable: I had turned my own vulnerability into a weapon of pleasure. I felt emptied, exhausted, but strangely filled with a clarity I had never possessed.

Slowly, I detached myself from the furniture and stood up, feeling my legs still shaking. I took the phone with a trembling hand and turned off the transmission without saying a single word. Silence flooded the room again, but it was no longer an oppressive silence; it was a complicit one.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My hair was messy, my lips were swollen, and my tits were still rising and falling with the rapidity of my gasps. I saw myself and, for the first time, felt neither disgust nor fear. I felt power. The secret I now kept in my phone was a forbidden jewel, a key that allowed me to escape the marble prison I lived in.

I walked toward the bathroom to clean myself, feeling the brush of my own wet thighs with every step. I knew that tomorrow I would put on the white blouse again, that I would compress my tits in that suffocating bra, and that I would look at my students again with that glacial coldness they all respected. But now there was a fundamental difference: I knew who I was beneath those clothes. I knew that while they saw a perfect teacher, I was the woman who opened herself to the world for pleasure.

I looked at myself one last time in the mirror before dressing and smiled. The mask of ice was intact for the rest of the world, but inside me, the fire had just begun.

[erotica-fanatism]

Casting Couch of Cosplay - Mav

Ever since the last fuck session in the studio involving Ying Tze, I’ve not had much luck in getting more cosplay sluts to come by the studio for photoshoots and potentially for my violating. And while I still attended cosplay conventions whenever there was one, promoting my studio during such events proved to be harder than I had originally thought. And on the end of the day during one such convention, just as I was packing up my photography gear, Regina texted me something that came as a surprise to me: Not only had she managed to promote my studio to her fans and other cosplayers, Regina had also managed to convince one of her fans, who was also a cosplayer, to visit my studio in the coming days. Feeling slightly caught off-guard by this little gift from Regina, I texted  my thanks to her and began looking forward to the next slut that was about to be fucked and violated by me... unaware that the cosplayer which Regina had recommended was someone that I knew as a friend’s sister. 

It was a late Saturday afternoon, and I was preparing the studio for the slut that Regina had convinced to come for a photoshoot and some extra activities, my phone started ringing at the counter. Slightly confused as to who it might be, I walked to the counter and picked up my phone, noticing that the number on screen wasn’t one that I recognized. Thinking that it might be who I think it was, I answered the call. 

Y/N: This is Y/N speaking. 

??: H-Hi, sorry! I uh, got your number from Momoko, she said to call in advance before I showed up...? Sorry, my name’s Mav, by the way... 

Y/N: Ah yes, Reg- I mean, Momoko did mention to me about your visit today. Are you already on the way by chance? 

M: Y-Yeah, about that... I took a Grab here, but I think I gave the wrong address or something, I’m... kind of in an alleyway instead... 

Y/N: Alleyway... is it possible for Tyou to send me a picture of where you are right now? I’ll come and find you. 

M: Oh r-really? Thank you so much! I'll send the picture to you! 

Before I could respond, the call ended and within a few seconds, a message from Mav came into my phone. Opening her message and the picture that was attached to it, I realized that she had gotten off the Grab in the alleyway behind my studio, which sometimes does happen. After replying to Mav to stay where she is, I left the studio and turned towards the alleyway behind. Sure enough, a woman dressed in an oversized top and long denim pants and holding a blue suitcase was standing there and looking around, as though she had no idea where she’s at. Walking up, I cleared my throat audibly, which made the woman jump and let out a scream in shock, which caused me to jump a step back. Before I could say anything, the woman turned to look at me, her face completely red… although I wasn’t sure if that was from the heat or from her recovering from being scared by me. 

M: A-Are you… are you Y/N…? 

Y/N: That would be me… I take it you’re Mav, right? 

M: A-Ah yes!! So sorry to have troubled you to come and find me!! *bows* 

Y/N: It’s nothing serious, don’t worry about it. Come on, I’ll bring you to the studio. Let me just help you with that… 

Walking up to Mav, I reached for her suitcase and led her out of the alleyway and towards the front of the studio, Mav jotting down on her phone the correct directions after asking me about it. Reaching the front of the studio, I held the door open for Mav who bowed in thanks before walking in and as she walked past me and into the studio, I couldn’t help but wonder how things would turn out if her sister found out that Mav got fucked by a friend. Thought in mind, I entered the studio after Mav as I silently locked the main entrance of the studio, something which I don’t usually do even if it’s Regina or Ryo that’s alone in the studio with me. 

Turning around and noticing that Mav had her back towards me the whole time (which meant she didn’t notice me locking the door), I walked past her with luggage in hand and upon seeing me, Mav quickly followed behind as I led her to the changing room. 

M: W-Woah... your studio really is big... 

Y/N: Thanks for the compliment. Is this your first studio shoot? 

M: O-Oh no, I’ve done it before in the past. But never have I done it in one this big before...  

Y/N: It’s this big only because I have a changing room and an adjacent showering area in the studio as well, which is convenient for clients who wishes to wash up before or after their shoot.  

M: A-Ah, that would make sense now.. 

Y/N: Mhm. Anyway, here’s the aforementioned changing room. I’ll leave you to get ready, I’ll be at the work area just slightly down the hallway when you’re ready. 

M: A-Alright, thanks again! 

Opening the door, I entered andplaced Mav suitcase right next to the couch... the very same one that I had screwed Ryo and Regina in, the same one that I had previously raped Jaylyn in. The thought of potentially fucking Mav later started gettting me aroused, but I quickly suppressed the erotic thoughts as I turned to look at Mav, who had placed her own bag down and was walking around the changing room and admiring it. After making sure that everything was in order, I quickly left the changing room and headed for the main area of the studio, taking my phone out in the process and tapping on the CCTV app which was linked to the hidden cameras inside the changing room, watching Mav’s every move. 

After the door closed behind me, Mav continued walking around the changing room for a bit before sitting down on the couch and opened the suitcase that she brought along with her, pulling out a grey costume that I’ve previously seen her cosplay in before. As she places the costume down on the couch, Mav’s phone started ringing and she quickly answered the call after looking at the caller ID. 

M: Hey sis. Yea I’ve arrived at the place already, got lost... No, the owner came to find me, thankfully... I’m just about to change for the shoot.. Yea, I’ll ask him later. Okay, talk to you after the shoot, sis! 

Placing the phone back into her bag and none the wiser about the hidden cameras littered around the changing room, Mav began undressing herself in the middle of the room, my cameras clearly capturing every moment of her self-stripping as I continue watching through my phone, my dick steadily getting hungry for this dumb cosplay slut that was stripping for my own perverse pleasure. Placing the clothes that she had wore to the studio into her bag, Mav took the costume and began getting into it, occassionally complaining about how tight the costume was, still blissfully unaware that I was watching every minute of it through the hidden cameras, zooming in and focuing on her sideboobs, which though not completely visible, was still more than enough for me to lewd over. After a few more moments, Mav was finally dressed in the cosplay and she headed out of the changing room, and I quickly kept my phone away before she arrived in the main area. 

Y/N: I gotta say, your cosplay’s almost identical to the original source if anything. 

M: T-Thanks..! I took time making sure each part of the costume was as accurate as possible before bringing it out. 

Y/N: Commitment to the craft. Admirable indeed. *turns my back towards her to fix the camares* 

M: H-Hehe, yeah… by the way… 

Y/N: Mmm? 

M: This will probably sound a little bit weird but… do you happen to know Pei Ying by any chance…? 

Upon hearing her sister’s name, I momentarily paused for a bit. Not to say that I had anything against Pei Ying, but she was one of those people that seemingly had too much money to spare… and one of the few cosplayers at the top of my list that I wanted to violate for the longest time. Composing myself internally, I turned to face Mav, the thought of raping her before her elder sister now laying its roots firmly in my mind. 

Y/N: Yeah I do. Why the sudden question? 

M: O-Oh so you do know her! She’s my.. uhm, she’s my elder sister! She said that you might know her, so she asked me to ask if you did! 

Y/N: Ohh. I haven’t seen her in quite a while already. How’s she doing lately? 

M: Sis’s doing fine! She actually wanted to come along with me this time, but she had something else come up at the last minute, so I’m here on my own! 

Y/N: Ah, I see. Maybe after we’re done here, I’ll contact her on IG to arrange for a shoot. 

M: Okie! Anywya, let’s start the shoot, I’ve heled up enough of your time already! 

Giving me a smile, Mav quickly got herself ready as I finished up adjusting the cameras. Soon, the photoshoot quickly got underway, with Mav being open to trying out as many different poses for the cameras as possible. And while my main cameras was solely focused on helping Mav with her photoshoot, the hidden cameras that I had set up around the main area was busy taking pictures of Mav, specifically areas of her body like her chest and ass for example. The more photos of Mav that I took for her photoshoot, the more depraved and the stronger the craving for her gets, whihc was further fueled by the fact that she was the sister of someone that I also lewded. 

After roughly close to two hours, with small breaks in between, Mav and I were finally done with the photoshoot. Letting out a breath of reief before stretching, Mav walked towards me as I took out the memory card from the camera. 

M: Well, that took a lot longer than I thought! Sorry that we had to take so many breaks in between, I was really anxious haha... 

Y/N: Don’t worry about it, Mav. You’re pretty good at this too, and it was pretty pleasant working with you. Anyway, I’m going to start editing the photos first. Do you want to stay around and wait for the results to be out? 

M: Uhm... would that be okay with you? I don’t want to be in the way of your work. 

Y/N: Don’t worry about it, I’m not expecting anyone else for the rest of today. You can wait inside the changing room if you want, I’ll come get you in about an hour or so. 

M: O-Okay then! Thanks again for helping me with today! 

Bowing slightly, Mav left the main shooting area and headed for the changing room, and as I heard the door to the changing room open and close, I quickly took my phone out and linked up to the hidden cameras inside the changing room, and was pleased with what I saw on screen: Mav had opened one of the bottles of water that I had placed in the room, and had drank from them. What Mav didn’t know, was that I had already spiked the bottles beforehand. As soon as I saw Mav drinking from one of the spiked bottles, I silently made my way to the changing room. 

Sitting on the couch, Mav started doomscrolling on her phone and everything seemed to be perfectly normal, but it didn’t take long before the drug that she had consumed via the bottle of water began taking effect. Putting her phone down, Mav began fanning herself as she could feel her body slowly burning up, and as she tried to stand, a dizzy spell hits and she collapses back onto the couch, her body starting to burn up more. 

M: W... Why is it so hot... Need to.. 

Thinking that the heat and dizziness was due to her cosplay, Mav began undoing her costume, unclipping the collar part of the costume before pulling it down, unknowingly revealing her tits at the same time. Seeing that the drug has mostly taken effect, I silently opened the door and entered the changing room, my eyes locked on the semi-nude Mav as I closed and locked the door behind me. Hearing the door open and close, Mav struggled to turn her head towards the door’s direction, her vision getting blurry as I slowly walked toawrds her, the perverse thoughts in my head now fully taking over. 

M: W... Who’s there...? 

Y/N: it’s me, Mav. Are you alright? 

M: Y... Y/N, I... I feel weird... hot and... 

Y/N: Dizzy? 

M: How... How did you... nngh... 

Smiling at her question instead of answering it, I stood over Mav as she tried to get off the couch again, failing to do so as her body got heavier. Unlike the drug which I used on Jaylyn (the very first victim of my sexual desires), the drug that I used on Mav kept her in an state of arousal-induced dizziness while at the same time keeping her barely conscious, as I did not want Mav to be out cold for what she was about to go through. Sitting besides her, I slowly pushed Mav down onto the couch as I then pushed her legs apart, Mav trying to move away from me but unable to do so. 

M: W... Wait... n-no... 

Y/N: Don’t worry, Mav. I’m not going to hurt you if you cooperate, 

M: N.. No... please... 

Ignoring her feeble pleas, I proceeded to take the boots off her, tossing it aside before I moved myself towards Mav, my body now between her legs as I flipped the front-piece up, revealing a pair of black safety shorts beneath her costume. Grabbing the safety shorts by its hem, I pulled the shorts down and as soon as Mav’s clean-shaved pussy, which was already moist as a result of the drug came into view, I immediately moved my head forward, latching my mouth onto her pussy and started eating her out, my tongue pushing into her pussy and tongue-fucking her in the process. As soon as she felt my mouth latch onto her pussy and my tongue pushing its way in and licking her insides, Mav let oiut a feeble moan as she involuntarily arched her body upwards, the drug causing her pussy to be overly-stimulated as her juices began flowing out steadily. 

M: A-aaaahhhnn...! N-No....!!! Y... Y/N...! 

Y/N: Your pussy’s so fucking wet, Mav. Just to my liking 

M: P... Please...! Stop....!! Aaaahhnn....!! 

Keeping her legs spread wide by holding onto her thighs, I resumed eating out Mav’s pussy, this time licking her clitoris with my tongue. Feeling the sudden burst of pleasure from her clitoris getting violated, Mav arched her body once more, moaning loudly as I smirked into her pussy, my tongue now alternating between tongue-fucking her sweet snatch and licking her clitoris. And as I continued raping Mav with my mouth, I could feel the familiar trembling of her body getting more and more pronounced, a sign that she was about to orgasm.  

M: S-Something's coming!! It feels... it feels weird!!! 

Y/N: Don’t hold it back, Mav. Let it out. It’s your body begging for release. 

M: It’s coming it’s coming!!!! Mmmmaahhh!!! 

Now knowing that Mav was about to orgasm for perhaps the first time in her life, I held her legs wide open as I began vigorously licking at her pussy and clitoris, occassionally tongue-fucking that wet cunt of hers as well. Arching her back while moaning louder and louder, Mav grabbed onto the sofa with one hand while placing her other hand on the top of my head, subconsciously pushing my head further into her pussy, her body trembling and shaking as she finally orgasmed for the first time, her pussy squirting hard into my mouth as I continued licking her cunt while swallowing its juices at the same time. After what felt like a long while for Mav, the squirting finally stopped as her back slowly eased itself back onto the sofa while she panted hard. Licking her pussy clean one final time and hearing Mav moan weakly, I got off the sofa and took my phone out from my back pocket, aiming the camera at her and taking pictures of her wet pussy and then her reddened face. After taking my fill of photos, I set my phone on a stool and aimed it at Mav who was still on the sofa, before slowly walking to her, undoing my pants at the same time as the bulge inside was now unbearable. 

M: P... Please... no... no more.... 

Y/N: We’ve come so far already, Mav. You’d really think this would be all that I wanted? 

M: N... No please.... 

Y/N: Before I get to the main event, it’s time for your mouth to work too. Open up, Mav. 

M: N.. no--- MMmppphhggh!!!! 

Pulling my pants and boxers down fully and revealing my fully erect 6-inch meat, I pulled Mav off the sofa and forced her to kneel in front of me as my dick hovered over her. Weakly looking up, Mav’s eyes widened in shock and before she could say anything, I forcefully rammed my dick into her open mouth, pushing it towards the back of her throat. Feeling her mouth getting stuffed by my dick, Mav moaned as attempted to push herself away from me, which proved futile as I placed both hands on her head and held it in place, moving my hips back and forth now and face-fucking her roughly at the same time, with each forward thrust of my hips slowly pushing my dick further down her throat at the same time. 

Y/N: Oh fuck, your mouth’s good Mav! 

M: Mmppphffhgg!!! 

Y/N: Yes, keep moaning like that!! I’m gonna use your mouth and throat like a fleshlight!! 

M: MmmmmmmghhkkkK!!!! 

Feeling her moans on my dick, I pulled the wig off Mav’s head and grabbed a fistful of her own hair, before roughly thrusting my hips back and forth as my dick hit against the back of her throat hard, tears forming in Mav’s eyes as she gagged on my dick and unwillingly began to deepthroat it at the same time. And as I continued throat-fucking her with one hand on her head, my other hand slithered down towards her body, specifically her tits which was already covered in sweat and was no longer protected by her cosplay. Feeling the sweat on her tits, I gave them a good hard squeeze before pinching her nipples, causing Mav to moan loudly while my dick was busy stuffing her throat, which in turn caused me to start throat-fucking her even harder, my pelvis now hitting against her face with each thrust, the pressure starting to rapidly build up on my dick. 

Y/N: Fuck I’m about to shoot in your mouth, Mav! Swallow it all, okay?! 

M: Mmmpphhgggfhfff!!!! Mmmmppppggghhhfff!! 

Y/N: Cumming!! Fuck!! 

Placing both my hands on her head, I slammed my dick forward as roughly as I could, shoving my dick down Mav’s throat hard. Feeling my dick force its way down her throat, Mav gagged and moaned hard, and as I felt her moans around my dick I groaned loudly and unloaded an massive load of cum straight down her throat, Mav widening her eyes as she felt the hot load of cum gush down her throat. After a brief moment and perhaps unable to swallow any more, Mav forcefully pushed me back, my dick popping out from her mouth before she rolled off the sofa and began coughing and gagging hard, bits of my cum on her lips and chin. Looking at the out-of-breath Mav who was coughing on the floor,my eyes slowly moved down towards the lower half of her body which was still naked, and my dick twitched again as it got fully erect once more. 

M: P-Please... let me go, Y/N... Haven’t... haven’t you had enough...?! 

Y/N: Oh Mav, we’re just getting started here. Now it’s time for the main course. 

M: M-Main... main course—H-Hey let go of me!! Please...!! 

Y/N: Let me help you become a real woman, Mav. Come here!! 

M: No plesae!!! I just want to—Aaaaaaaaaahh!!!! NO NOT THERE!!! 

Pulling up and then throwing her back onto the sofa, I spread Mav’s legs apart and got in between them, before suddenly ramming my erection straight into her pussy, the head hitting againt the entrance to her womb as I start fucking Mav in missionary, the latter screaming and moaning, begging for me to pull it out of her. As I thrusted my dick in and out of her pussy roughly, I felt a warm sensation down my dick and as I looked down, a trail of blood could be clearly seen; I had just raped Mav and stolen her virginity. 

M: It hurts!!! Take it out pleaseeee!!!! 

Y/N: Oh you’re still a virgin huh? Great, that means I just took your first time Mav!! Sucha  a good whore!!! 

M: NO!!!! STOP PLEASEEEEEE!!! AAAAAAHHHHH!!!! 

Ignoring her sobbing pleas, I tore off the rest of her cosplay costume so that Mav was now fully naked, and bent forward to suck on her tits hard, my tongue licking her nipples fervently while my dick continued pounding against her pussy, the head slowly pushing its way into her womb. Feeling not only her pussy and womb getting raped by my dick but now her tits and nipples also getting violated, Mav involuntarily began moaning loudly as she arches her back. 

M: Mmmaaaaahhhh!!! 

Y/N: I see... someone enjoying herself!! *sucks on Mav’s tits hard* 

M: A-AaaaahhnnN!!! N-No...!!! I don’t... I don’t like this..!!! 

Y/N: Your pussy’s so fucking tight...!! I’m gonna cum in your womb, baby girl!!! 

M: *eyes widens* N-NOOOO!!!!! You... You can’t cum in....!!!! 

Smirking and giving her tits and nipples one last lick, I sat myself back upright and pushed Mav’s legs down into the mating press position as I now began thrusting my dick roughly into her womb, hitting against the back of it hard each time as Mav could only roll her eyes back and moan louder and louder each time. As I continued raping her womb harder everytime Mav moans, I could feel the pressure quickly rising once again and instead of giving any heads-up, I briefly pulled my dick out from her pussy and swiftly slammed it back inside her, penetrating her womb in one single thrust before letting out a loud groan, my dick unloading yet another massive load of cum straight inside her baby-making room. As soon as my cum filled her womb fully, Mav moaned and screamed loudly as her body convulsed and her pussy quickly tightened itself around my dick as she orgasmed and squirted once again, this time alot harder than the first. Feeling her orgasm, I bent forward and lustfully kissed Mav on the lips, my tongue licking hers at the same time. To my surprise, Mav seemingly licked back, albeit weakly. 

Y/N: How... does it feel orgasming again, Mav? *slowly grinds her pussy with my dick* 

M: A-Aaahnnn... n.. no... I didn’t...  

Y/N: You squirted a lot more this time too... Such a dirty slut, aren’t you... just like Pei Ying... 

M: N... no... that’s not... 

Y/N: But since you want to be stubborn... let’s see if you can... really say no again.. 

Dick still inside her pussy, I slowly sat up while hugging Mav at the same time so that she’s riding me cowgirl. Once in position and to my surprise, Mav began moving her body up and down on her own volition, moaning loudly as my dick slowly erected again and began entering and hitting against the deepest part of her womb every time she pistoned her body up and down it. Seeing her completely give in to the pleasure of getting fucked, I placed my hands on Mav’s hips and began moving her body up and down my dick at an faster and harder pace, this time also sucking on her tits and nipples hard, Mav moaning even louder as her pussy and now her womb began tightening itself around my dick just as hard as I was using her body like a human fleshlight. 

Y/N: Fuck, Mav...!! I think I’m gonna cum inside your womb once again...!! Oh fuck, so tight...!! 

M: Mmmmaaaaahhh...!!!! Harder... harder....!!! So deep....!!! 

Y/N: That’s it, Mav...! Give in to the pleasure of being raped...!!! Fuck, I’m going to cum anytime soon at this rate...!!! 

M: In meeee..!!! Cum in me pleaseeeee...!!! 

Hearing Mav beg for me to cum in her once again pushed my desire to impregnate her to the absolute limit and I soon pinned Mav back onto the sofa, this time ruthlessly pounding my dick balls-deep into her pussy and womb in the piledriver position, Mav moaning and screaming even louder as I slammed my dick as ruthlessly into her womb as I possibly could. Continuing to pound Mav’s womb in this position, it doesn’t take long for me to feel the pressure quickly building up around my dick, and I quickly adjusted such that I was now poudning Mav in the lifted missionary. At the same time that I could feel the pressure quickly rising, Mav too began moaning loudly that she was on the verge of yet another orgasm as well. 

M: I’m gonna cummmm!!!! Mmmmmaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!! Faster..!!!! 

Y/N: Get ready, Mav...!!! !I’m gonna...!!! FUCK!!! Cumming!!! 

M: MMmmmmaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!! IT’S--!!! 

Pulling out from her pussy briefly, I rammed my dick as roughly back into her pussy and womb as I could and let out a guttural groan as my dick finally unloaded one final, massive load of thick hot cum straight inside Mav’s once-filled womb. As soon as she felt her insides getting filled up, Mav rolled her eyes back fully and let out a silent scream as her body convulsed while her insides tightened itself around my dick, before orgasming and squirting the hardest I’ve ever seen thus far, wetting the sofa and carpeted floor even more. Both of us panting hard with Mav completely red in the face and sweating heavily, I slowly pulled my dick out from her pussy and carefully adjusted Mav back onto the sofa so that she was laying on it properly, cum slowly leaking out from her pussy at the same time. As I slowly walked over to where my phone was and with my back momentarily turned towards her, Mav slowly sat up from the sofa before getting off and walking towards me. Turning around, I took a step back in surprise as Mav was now on her knees, her hands reaching for my limp dick and stroking it slowly. 

M: More... please... fuck me more.... 

Looking at the now-begging Mav, I couldn’t help but smirk lustfully as I slowly pulled Mav up to her feet and brought her to the staff shower area within the studio. From there, Mav and I would make out once more, and when my dick was erect again, Mav wasted no time in getting down on her knees and deepthroating it like the good whore she was meant to be, taking yet another load of my cum down her throat before turning around and begging me to fuck her from behind... 

Following the intense fuck session that we had in the studio, Mav became another regular fucktoy, just like Ryo and Regina. And just like her two “seniors” before her, Mav didn’t disappoint every time she came by the studio, wearing her cosplay outfit right from the start and going commando underneath, which makes stripping her naked a very simple task each time. As as I continued fucking Mav in the studio, she eventually agreed to lure her sister Pei Ying to the studio, so that I too can have my fun raping and violating her... 

[maskedtruths666]

This is a fictional story. None of it is true. Pics submitted by a fan of my works. Names were submitted by fan as well. Theme was proposed by user too! Pure coincidence if it’s real.

Theme is about a party gangrape.

Angel, is well known for her voluptuous body and outgoing personality. An avid party goer, she almost always parties every Wednesday night because it’s ladies night and on Fridays when she gets guys to buy her drinks.

Her group of friends consists of 4 guys and another girl. Of the 4 guys, Angel has always had a thing for Steven but they have never tried dating before. Xavier, Ivan and Bryce were like god brothers to Angel and have always fantasized about fucking Angel. Sally on the other hand is Angel’s best friend and they’ve both had some lesbian action in the past.

Angel, being the one that loves flaunting her figure always gets her friends to take pics of her. Especially before they go to parties. Angel loved showing off her leggy figure with her short tight skirts. If she could get away with not wearing a bra, she would do it. She loved being a temptress and loved teasing guys.

Due to the COVID situation, the 5 of them decided to book a hotel room and party amongst themselves instead of heading out to clubs. As it was approaching Angel’s birthday, they decided to host a party for her.

Angel being Angel, wore a tight skirt and posed for sexy pictures to post on IG and she knew that the guys would be unable to keep their eyes off her. She was okay with the occasional grinding on them with her tight skirt and perky ass during their clubbing days.

As she was posing for her IG stories, the guys could not keep their eyes off her. Xavier brought the guys to one end of the room under the pretext of getting stuff and quietly told the guys his plan to fuck Angel tonight.

Shortly after, their food arrived and their alcohol arrived. Being the alcoholic, Angel made everyone take shots. Out of her clique, she’s the most tanky drinker and can almost always out drink the guys.

“Bo tah bo lampa” Angel said as she challenged the boys to drink. 5/6 shots later, Angel started getting high and she did not realize that the guys were secretly going to the toilet to spit out their shots. They did that to prevent themselves from getting drunk.

The night went on with them drinking more and playing games like strip poker and kings cup. When Angel and Sally started making out and fingering each other in front of the guys, the guys knew that it’s their chance to get some action.

Steven casually went up to Angel after she and Sally broke free of their embrace and started kissing her neck. To his surprise, she did not push him away. She let him touch her all over but the moment he started fingering her, she held his hand to push it away.

“Come on, you know you want it. I promise I’ll be gentle.” Steven muttered as he out powered Angel and continued fingering her.

Being intoxicated, she could not stay in control and let out a soft moan when Steven penetrated her with his fingers. As she started sobering up, she realized that situation she was in. Xavier started making out with Sally to distract her from what was happening to Angel and Bryce and Ivan were taking videos of what’s happening.

She began pushing Steven away and telling him to stop but he wouldn’t budge. He forced her down on the bed and started eating her out. She tried to push him away but was struggling quite hard until she kicked him in the face. He immediately responded by turning her on her back, pressing her back downwards and with her perky ass facing upwards to him, he pulled out his dick and was teasing her pussy with it.

“Stop steven, please. Don’t fuck me. I don’t want it.” Angel begged.

Steven responded by forcing his dick into her wet pussy, ignoring her pleas.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me. I bet you like to be dominated don’t you?” Steven said as he penetrated her mercilessly and started fucking her tight, wet pussy.

Bryce promptly took a bottle of vodka and forced Angel to drink it. Soon enough, she was back to being intoxicated and unable to control herself.

It was at that moment when Angel started being less hostile and wasn’t struggling as much as Steven was pounding her from the back. As Bryce unzipped his pants to get his dick some action, Steven turned Angel over, started fucking her front the front and Bryce forced his dick into her mouth. Ivan, upon seeing that Sally and Xavier were full on fucking, decided to join them instead because he didn’t want Sally to try and stop Steven and Bryce from forcing themselves on Angel.

As Steven was mercilessly slamming Angel’s pussy, Bryce was getting his dick well lubricated from Angel’s saliva. After a few more thrusts, Steven let loose in her pussy. He ejaculated his hot load into her tight pussy. At this point, Angel started sobering up again and was frustrated with herself for being unable to stop the guys. But feeling a hot load in her pussy turned her on a bit. Steven then signaled Bryce to come over and carry on. They switched places and Bryce penetrated Angel’s pussy filled with pussy juices and Steven’s hot load. Steven then shoved his dick into her mouth whilst groping her tits.

“I bet you’re loving this. We’ve been dreaming of fucking you since a long time ago. This is what you get for teasing us all the time. You know it, we know it.” Steven said as he was face fucking Angel.

Angel instinctively tried to match their movements faster and suck harder to let them finish faster so this ordeal can be over but little does she know, she’s going to be in for a long night.

As Bryce was pounding her pussy, Ivan secretly came over and started videoing the whole show. Within minutes, Bryce too, ejaculated into Angel’s pussy. Now that two of the, have cummed inside Angel, it was Ivan’s turn. As Angel was laying there with her legs open and cum flowing out of her pussy, she was furiously sucking Steven off so that he would be done. But that seemed to turn Ivan on. He too had his fun fucking her harder and harder. By the time he filled her up with his cum, Angel gave up trying to fight them off and succumbed to her inner whore.

Next up was Xavier who came over and had his turn. Whilst he was pumping Angel, the rest of the guys were resting their dicks for the next round. They turned to Sally to use her as a warm up before fucking Angel mercilessly again. As Xavier was pumping Angel, she managed to get an orgasm whilst being forcefully fucked.

“Ugh fuck, I’m going to cum. Please don’t stop.” moaned Angel.

As Xavier finished in her pussy, all 4 guys have filled Angel up with their cum. As they were resting or warming their dicks up, Angel lay there breathlessly unable to process what just happened, not knowing whether or not she liked the experience. Sure, she orgasmed many times. Sure, it was rough. But it was fun. Being used like a slut, she didn’t know how to comprehend it.

Steven, still not satisfied, went over to Angel and turned her over. With her ass facing him, he started fucking her pussy. His dick went in easily because it was already filled with cum and Bryce went to her face and started face fucking her. Whilst she was being spit roasted, Ivan and Xavier also wanted their turn. They changed position so that they utilized all her holes at the same time. Steven claimed Angel’s pussy, Bryce was mouth fucking Angel and Xavier was fucking her ass. With all her holes simultaneously fucked, Ivan was the one that didn’t have her pussy. So he started fucking Sally whilst enjoying the 3 guys fuck Angel all at once.

As if on cue, Steven came into Angel’s pussy and Bryce shot his load down her throat and Xavier emptied his balls into her tight virgin anus. As Ivan was about to ejaculate, he pulled out of Sally and left her hanging. He quickly went over to Angel and shoved his dick into her mouth and started fucking her hard. He grabbed her head and treated her mouth like a fleshlight and unleashed his load down her throat.

This last on for the entire night till morning. The boys relentlessly fucked her and didn’t even stop when she was unconscious. She completely lost control and orgasmed many times throughout the night. Even when she was unconscious, the boys didn’t show mercy and carried on using her like a life size fuck doll. They only stopped when none of them could cum anymore and their balls were entirely empty.

They didn’t even bother cleaning up and left her on the bed with all her holes filled with cum. Her whole body had cum stains and they just left her there naked and sleeping.

When she woke up, she just sat there, dazed and unsure of what to feel. All she knew was that she was hungry for more. If anything, the forced fucking awoke something primal in her.

[yieldtotemptation]

ARTHOUSE ft. Asa

asa x male reader smut

10k words

It’s becoming a habit of hers.

You’ve got good at it—reading the signs. Sensing the shift in her before she even moves.

Asa, sidling up. Pressing every soft, dangerous inch of herself against you. Giving you that look—lips pushed out in the brattiest pout, eyes heavy and starving for attention.

Deciding, all on her own, that it’s been far too long since she's had your hands on her ass, fingers marking up her skin. Since she's had your cock, rutting deep into her tight cunt and replacing every ache with something meaner.

Her breath hits your ear. Hot. Sweet pretence. All fake innocence pinned to a single question: “Do you wanna know what I’m thinking?”

You don’t reply. Never do.

It’s always the same damn thing.

She can’t help it. She’s just wired this way.

Straight from whatever factory cranks out these flawless dolls, only they either messed up with Asa or made her the upgrade—edges filed sharper, running at a temperature that’s frankly unbearable.

See, on the surface, the framework’s all perfect: the high cheekbones, the wide-eyed blush—the kind of face that’s designed to be stared at.

But look closer.

Trace where the image starts to drift. Heavy, ink-dark smudge of eyeliner. Lethal cut of her jaw. That smile. It’s dangerous. It’ll lodge in your brain for the rest of the day—rearrange everything—and it’s just dangling there off the corner of her hot-pink lips.

Throw in the coup de grâce: the strip of midriff she refuses to hide. Sure, she’ll dip a baseball cap over her eyes, wear a facemask to cover her mouth, but those abs must always be on display—the lean, hard promise of just how punishingly tight she’s going to feel when you finally get inside her.

“Asa,” you warn, a half-hearted dismissal. You keep your eyes on the large screen at the front of the theatre. There’s a hero, a damsel, a car chase. All the hits. “I’m trying to watch.”

It’s more of a courtesy than anything, not giving in too fast.

Wouldn’t want to spoil your girl.

But she’s completely tuned out the screen. There’s a car crash playing a couple dozen feet in front of her, all fire and twisted metal, but she couldn’t care less.

“Please,” she tries. Testing the waters. Falling back on old tricks.

You sigh.

You’re supposed to be the voice of reason here. Officially: her choreographer, dance teacher. Paid to instruct her how to move, to drill proper form into her. Not just… drill her.

The fact that she looks this good—that’s on you.

Don’t need to see her mouth beneath her mask to know she’s pouting right now. Easy enough to picture: plump lip out, jutting. Not that it’s needed. Her eyes are doing all the heavy lifting anyway.

She keeps at it, working her way through her favourites, “Please, coach.”

You roll your eyes. Asa clocks it. Decides to work harder.

“Sir,” there’s an uptick in her tone, the beginnings of a whine, and she keeps running down the list, “boss,” and she’s even closer now, nuzzling into your space. The armrest is already up, the only barrier cleared between your seats. And it’s the silhouette of her—sharp angles locked in deep shadows, framed like sin.

Those endless legs peeking out of her shorts. The plunging neckline of her low-cut top. The far-too-familiar curve of her hips.

Close enough to feel the humid heat of her breath. It’s trapped under the mask, hitting your skin damp and heavy. You can hear her stuttering something muffled; low whispers. Dialogue a hell of a lot more interesting than any script could cook up.

The things she’s telling you.

Oh, Asa’s got kinks on top of kinks. Exhibitionism, obviously. Desperate to be seen, adored, watched—reason enough to become an idol.

And yet, this is her favourite game. She knows the stakes—getting caught, ruining herself, her career, the carefully curated image. Willing to torch it all for a big cock and a generous helping of cum spilling out of her.

You can feel it pouring off her—her heart slamming against your shoulder, begging for what comes next. It’s the lead-up to the biggest kink of them all—the one she cries out every time you end up tangled together, the confession she spills when she finally unravels—in quiet moments, loud ones.

(After you’ve left her limp from fucking her inside and out, and you’re cradling her from behind and she just can’t let it go. She’ll guide your palm down from her tits to the curve of her stomach. Needing you to feel it. The ridge, the ripple, the little piercing there—a bullseye for what she really wants.

“Imagine it,” she’ll tell you, sounding like she’s caught somewhere between worshipping you and pleading for your mercy, “Imagine me. Filled with your cum. So deep in my belly.”

It’s the word that’s always dancing on her tongue, so easy to say, like it’s automatic.

“You could do it, you know? Make me yours—forever. Breed me, knock me up, you could be my—”)

“Daddy.”

“Asa,” you try again. Your brain isn’t offering much else.

“Come on,” she says, leaning into it, zero interest in pretending otherwise. “I’m gonna, like, die if I don’t have your hands on me soon.”

You nod toward the empty rows ahead. Reminding her just how little privacy exists here. Aware that you’re poking at the flame but, well, fuck it—you have far less at risk here. Besides, denying her is half the fun. “You’re the one who wanted to come here.”

"And you’re the one who picked the seats and the session,” she answers. She’s already scanning the dark. “Put us right in the back corner. There’s like, three other people here. I’m sure they’d be more entertained by this than whatever the fuck’s happening up there.”

She’s not wrong.

“Can’t we just skip the part where we pretend to disagree? Get to when you start calling me all those names, and I’m cumming all over your gorgeous cock?” She offers, way too casually for your liking. “It’s been so long—"

“It’s barely been a day.”

“Twenty-four whole hours.”

You’ve tried to train it out of her. Girls like her—everything comes easy. And yeah, it’s for good reason too—she’s insanely hot, no secret there. But she’s also barely hitting twenty. Young, sure, but the age gap? Hairline fracture, not a canyon. But just enough of a reach to give her the leverage she needs.

The ‘Daddy’ of it all, the kink she cultivates. Knowing the spin it puts on your whole student-teacher dynamic. A girl who should be out partying with classmates. Instead—devoted to begging her big, strong… whatever you are. Dance partner. Dildo.

“Daddy,” she says again, lingering on the word. Like it’s something sweet. Worth hanging onto. It’s such an easy out for her.

Her whining finally gets to you. Has you turning away from the flashing screen to look down at her.

She capitalises on it immediately. Preens. Uses a touch of her natural charm and all of her distracting cleavage. Watches you from underneath the dark sweep of those lashes.

It’s unfair. This is the one routine she’s got down perfectly.

But you don’t give her the satisfaction yet. Just raise an eyebrow. You’ve always enjoyed the preamble more than she does—there’s a certain joy in seeing her squirm. Making her work for it.

“Really?” The question comes out low, hitting that note you usually save for instruction. You can’t help it. It’s reflex around her. “Here, Asa?”

Asa blinks, unable to see the issue. Looking up with that faux-innocence that doesn’t stand a chance against your scrutiny. “Why not? How’s it different from anywhere else?”

Instinct has you moving before you can talk yourself out of it. You reach out, a thumb against her chin, a finger hooked under to tilt her face up. Getting a better angle.

She helps you, pressing into your palm to snag the mask’s strap. Tugs it down, letting it bunch at her chin before it slips free.

When it finally drops, her mouth is right there. Open. Spilling these hot, needy breaths over your fingers. Eager to place a kiss on your shoulder, before trailing up, closer and closer to your neck. Ready to plead her case.

“You never had a problem backstage—” Her lips graze your jaw, hot and slow.

(Fuck. Instant replay: green room, stage makeup just put on, legs spread on the vanity while you knelt and ate her out slow—tongue dragging until she was shaking, tasting like salt and adrenaline. Sending her out dripping, curtain up, crowd screaming, none the wiser.)

She shifts, breath ghosting your cheek. Teeth snag your earlobe. “—or on our plane rides—”

(Turbulence rattling the cabin, blanket over your lap, her head hidden underneath. Choking herself down on your cock, gagging quiet every time the plane dipped—deeper with each bump, eyes watering when you finally spilled down her throat.)

Her mouth trails higher. “You loved cumming between my thighs on that train, remember?”

(Packed car at rush hour. Crushed against the door like tourists. Her back to your chest, hand snaking behind to guide you between her thighs—just slick heat and smooth skin. Every lurch of the tracks made her squeeze tighter, milking you until you came across her legs, both of you pretending like she hadn’t just figured out your deepest, repressed fantasy.)

“And you’ve never had a problem fucking me after practice.”

(That first time. Sweat-soaked studio, mirrors everywhere. She cornered you. This sweet young thing, the casual hand on your arm, holding tight. You actually fell for the act, thought it was just innocent charm for a better spot in the lineup—a little more time front and centre.

If only you knew.

The first time she asked if you could read her mind.

No words. Just spun her to face the reflection, pinned her there, ripped the sports bra off her, tore a hole in those leggings. Fucked her against the glass until the mirror fogged and she was calling your name into her own warped image.)

And here she is again.

Same impatient smile. Clock ticking down. Eyes dropping to your lips for half a second.

“Haven’t I been a good girl?”

Ah, fuck it.

The movie’s pretty shit anyway.

Your answer’s always the same—a hand clasped on the back of her neck, the other gripping her thigh, and your mouth hard against hers.

Asa melts.

It isn’t a soft kiss. She wouldn’t let it be. Already biting at your lip, nails digging into your chest, through the fabric. Pulled together so tight the brim of her hat knocks against your brow—then it’s gone, tumbling somewhere between the rows.

She’s flush against you, but it’s still not close enough. Still not satisfied, scrambling into your lap—one knee braced on the seat, the other hooked over your thigh.

It’s a mess. A starving, desperate thing. She’s losing track of where she is, her world narrowing down to your hands and nothing else.

See, Asa lives for this—you squeeze and she’s smiling against your mouth, letting out these shaky, happy sighs that tell you that there’s nowhere else she’d rather be.

It’s like running your fingers over heated stone, nothing soft that isn’t backed by muscle—that lean dancer’s build. You’re deeper in her mouth now, tongue taking what it wants while your hand maps the line of her shoulder, dropping down to catch the weight of her tits.

Your other hand is having a hell of a time with her shorts. Practically painted on her skin, vacuum-sealed over her hips. You’ve got your fingers hooked into the waistband, but the denim is stubborn, snagging hard on the curve of her.

Asa makes this low, frustrated sound against your lips.

It’s a battle—an inch-by-inch victory, Asa arching back and lifting herself off the seat—until the fabric finally gives.

The second you slip past the edge and slide inside—fingers finally finding bare, slick heat—Asa jerks taut. Whole body arching, hips snapping forward to chase the contact, breath fracturing into something dangerously close to a whimper.

You don't let it escape.

Your palm instinctively clamps hard over her mouth, muffling the sound before it can grow.

She doesn't fight it.

No—she welcomes the restraint. Leans forward until her lips part against your skin, tongue flicking wet against your palm. Low, filthy moans vibrating straight through your bones, each one a little wetter, a little more broken.

You can feel the exact second she decides this is better: your hand sealing her shut while your fingers slide deeper inside her shorts, stretching that denim, making her drip down onto your digits.

No lace to meet you—she’s bare underneath.

Why wouldn’t she be? She never wears anything on the off chance that you might actually—inevitably—touch her.

“Asa,” you say, teasing. Unable to help the grin plastered across your face. “Keep it down. People can hear you.”

She draws back. Just enough. Lips drag slow across your thumb, soft and deliberate. Fixated. Gone. “So what?” She whimpers, voice cracking high. “Let them.”

It’s dumb as hell to let things get this stupid. You strive to keep your books clean, keep things on the straight and narrow. Fuck, half your job is centred around maintaining discipline.

But honestly? Try pretending it’s all some unfortunate accident. Like you’re the poor, unwilling teacher who just got dragged into the temptation of his student.

(Asa—barely dressed, dignity in tatters. Like you never wanted her this obsessed, this unhinged for you.)

You lean close, lips grazing the shell of her ear. “Who taught you to act like this?”

She doesn’t hesitate—answer slurring hot and wet against your palm: “You did, Daddy.”

Jesus Christ.

You pull her closer, hand staying, muffling her, and glance around. Just a handful of people scattered at the far ends of the theatre—safe distance, for now.

Not that Asa even cares. She’s already past words. Busy chasing her breath the second you finally lean some real weight into those fingertips.

To her credit, she’s holding back the worst of it; all you get are those high, pretty moans when your fingers finally take the full measure of her aching pussy. Her folds part so easily—red, swollen. So ready for you.

She wriggles, trying to force her shorts lower, but there’s barely enough room to move. You just drag a slow, punishing circle around her clit—teasing that makes her cry.

“Gah—” she chokes against your palm, the rest dissolving into shaky, broken sounds. It’s every press—her thighs clamp and release in frantic pulses, like she can’t process it. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

She’s just so soaked. Like, embarrassingly soaked.

Most girls don’t fall apart this hard, this quick. They moan, maybe whimper a bit. They don’t flood your hand like this, don’t leave the denim dark and heavy, don’t sob these quiet, wrecked little hitches the second your fingers finally get to work.

“Fucking hell, Asa,” you’re saying, but you’re the last person that should be surprised.

You taught her how to use every inch of that body, every pose that gets the cameras hard. This is your fault as much as hers.

“You’re a disaster. Look at you. Haven’t even got inside you yet.”

You shift your grip, letting her gulp down some air, right as the movie’s score starts to swell, drowning everything else out.

“I tried,” she rasps, pupils blown. “It’s just—you should know. Bringing me here. Dark room, public place. I’ve been thinking about feeling you inside me since we bought the tickets.“

"Hm." You shift your weight, changing tempo. Your first finger pushes into her opening, while the knuckles of your other hand find their way past her lips. Something to bite, to gag on. "I guess you’re right.”

Her eyes go wide. She’s caught between the feeling—fingers spreading her open below, doing what they can in the confines of her shorts. Which is not much—other than apply pressure. Make her feel you—feel the potential of how much you could ruin her.

“I did bring you here—chose this session, these seats. Because it gets me fucking hard, knowing I can have you wherever, whenever—if I want to.”

And from the speakers above, the orchestra’s reaching its peak, and hidden in that noise, around your knuckles, Asa manages a broken, “Oh God.”

There’s no guesswork when it comes to it. It doesn’t even take much effort anymore.

It’s almost too easy—just you, getting your hands dirty while she unravels around your fingers. But you don’t cut any corners, still putting the work in, getting messy and taking your time. Swirling a thumb around the sensitive, swollen lips before pressing down. Holding. Letting the weight of your hand remind her of the truth.

That this is it from now on. You—fucking her up, again and again.

Stage lights. Spotlights. Camera flashes—she steps under any of them, and you’re already there. In her head. Your fingers. Your grip. She’ll clench at the memory and know who it is that owns that little pulse between her legs.

That’s how you break her. How she ends up this needy, blubbering mess every single time you touch her.

You keep her pinned—arm wrapped behind her neck, bicep and shoulder trapping her—while your fingers stay lodged between those perfect lips.

“Look at me,” you tell her.

Asa obeys instantly.

Eyes drift upwards, searching for yours in the gloom. You can feel her teeth on your skin, adding to the collection. You’ve never minded the marks—trophies, each and every one. A history written in scars.

The one on your palm from when you fucked her senseless backstage and ruined her opening outfit. Those on your knuckles from nights spent sneaking into her dorm room. Every nick and scratch is regalia, medals granted for every time she choked down your name and begged for more.

The screen flickers—bright glare sliding over the sweat slicking her cheeks, catching the way her lids keep fluttering half-shut, fighting to hold your gaze. You don’t ease up. Not even a little. Yank her in harder, twist her right against you so you can really dig in, fingers shoving deep into her pussy.

You’re being a dick and you know it. Pushing her until she’s on the verge of a total meltdown. The swearing, the quiet ‘oh fucks’, the way she’s starting to moan—at this rate everyone in this theatre will know your name.

“You can’t even keep it together, can you?” Your voice comes out drier than you expect. You clear your throat. You want her to hear this. "People are starting to notice, Asa. They’re going to turn around and see what I’m doing to you. See ‘perfect’ Asa being such a little slut.”

She quivers hard, her body sinking deeper down your fingers in one greedy pull. It’s a full-body reaction—hips rolling, grinding—and Asa grits her teeth, fighting to stay quiet through it.

For the briefest second, your fingers slip free of her lips.

Asa seizes the opportunity. Words wrecked, cracked, defiant, “I don’t care,” she drags in a short breath. “They can look. I want them to know—to see—”

And it makes you decide to lean in, to give her what she wants. To really fuck with her head while your hand stays busy below. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Being my little whore in public. Getting off where anyone could just walk by and catch you.”

“Yes—God—yes,” she returns, breath snagging in her throat, “They can watch. See how you make me. Know that—”

You finish her sentence for her—"Know that if I just moved my hand, fucked you a bit harder, faster, everyone in this theatre would hear how desperate you are for my cock.“

Tears streak down Asa’s cheeks, landing in your palm. It’s too much for her—the noise, the risk, the way you’re handling her. Has her looking up at you with this devotion.

And you find yourself saying, and realising, all at once—"You'll let me do whatever I want."

Asa answers, so perfectly, "I'm just a toy. Nothing but your toy, sir.”

God, you’re both feeding into this. These bad habits. Pushing each other towards something dark and just letting it happen.

Your fingers curl. Thumb presses. She's halfway to making a scene already—you cut it off. Mouth on hers, rough, impatient, tasting salt and that stupidly expensive gloss she always wears.

Her hands are fisted in your collar, white-knuckled, pulling you in until there’s no air left between you. She’s trying to crawl right into your skin. Straddling a leg over your hip, trying to climb you in the dark.

She’s hooked on this.

The danger. The shame. That’s what she wants. The risk that someone might see her like this. Not the untouchable idol they all jerk off to. Just yours. Ruined. Claimed.

You drag spit-slick fingers down from her mouth, streaking her chin, straight down the column of her throat, to the stiff points tenting her shirt.

Chest thrust out, tits offering themselves to you. You slide fingers under her top—grab a handful, squeeze hard enough that she sucks in a sharp gasp.

Asa folds right into your grip, hips canting sharply, a broken moan starting in her throat that you smother fast with another kiss.

“Way too loud,” you mutter. It’s a useless warning. She’s only going to get worse.

A few rows down, someone shifts. Head turns slow, searching the dark like they’re not sure what they heard.

You’re just shadows mashed together. One messy outline. One shape.

But maybe if they focused, if the screen flashed white at just the right instant, they’d see it all.

Asa: draped all over you, boneless. An expression of pure fucked-out elation on her face.

And you: hands vanished. One shoved deep in her shorts, the other crammed under her top.

Drawing these moans out of her, each one edging so close to too loud. You kiss her stupid each time to shut her up.

And she’s only burning hotter the longer you draw it out. Same steady push-pull, finger sliding in, sliding out. No gradual build, just holding her there until tears prick her eyes and she’s soaking your hand, cunt drooling down your digits.

Asa finally cracks, her lips leaving yours to whisper-beg right in your ear: “My pussy's so ready for you—I can feel it—” Hot mouth glued there, trying to drag you deeper. “faster—harder—just one more finger—just—make me—”

You curl slow, fingertips scraping—just enough to be cruel. Seat’s too damn tight for real leverage, but Asa’s crumbling apart anyway. You feel it all—the insistent throb sucking at your knuckles, the low tremors rolling through her hips, her inner walls fluttering and then gripping like they’re trying to keep you forever, that fever-hot draw pulling you deeper.

But it’s not enough. Not even close.

You can only sort of see her—outlines, flashes—the darkness is stealing half the view, robbing you blind of everything you’re owed.

You need to see it all.

Need the visual to match the friction: the specific, strained look on her face when your cock finally sinks deep, eyes glazing over like she’s gone somewhere else.

Want to see those tits bouncing in time with your thrusts, tracking every inch you feed her.

More than anything, you need that flush—the delicate pink crawling up her chest, her throat—right when she breaks—that glorious, messy spill of her all sloppy and undone.

She’s climbing, breath turning jagged, about to tip over—and you pull out.

Fingers slide free, rest wet against her mound.

Nothing.

Her eyes snap open, dazed, betrayed. Body still wound tight, teetering right on the brink you just yanked her back from.

“Why?” She's panting, voice splintering. “I was right there, I need to—I’m almost—”

“No,” you answer. Steady, controlled. “Not now. Not here.”

Asa’s biting her lip hard enough to bruise. Lights strobe again—flash—and there it is. Eyes dark and wrecked. Fuck. Part of you wants to haul her ass right up to the front row, shove her over the railing under the big screen and just let everybody in the theatre watch.

Every single person. See you fucking her completely senseless.

Real entertainment.

You shake your head.

“Then—get me out of here,” Asa surrenders, collapses against you, arms looping your neck like she’ll fall otherwise. “Before I lose it and scream.”

The movie’s winding down, end credits creeping closer. House lights will kill the dark soon anyway.

Even if you wanted to finish here, fingers alone were never going to cut it anyway. Not with Asa this close. Not with you this unsatisfied.

“Up,” you simply command, giving her a beat to stir, to dispel the haze.

You pull her upright—more manhandle than help. Asa’s knees buckle immediately, knocking like she’s drunk.

Trying your best to steer her down the stairs, feeling the thrill when she stumbles into you. But she’s a total disaster of your making—baseball cap, mask left somewhere in the back row. And those short shorts are fucked—buttons open, denim sagging low, barely clinging to her hips, only your grip on her ass-cheek stopping them from sliding off completely.

Not that you give a shit who sees now. Asa never did.

“Please,” she slurs as you hit floor level, ignoring the indignant shhh she gets from a patron she nearly trips over. “Somewhere close. Right now.”

“Soon.”

“Faster,” she gasps, attempting to be petulant, but just sounding so desperate, the sob still remaining in her voice. “I can't—take me somewhere, fuck me—just—”

And thankfully, you manage to reach a side exit without too much of an incident, ducking into a darkened area before she makes her shameless plea.

“Just make me cum,” she breathes, like a prayer to a higher power. “However you want. Fill me if you need to, fuck me however you want—just—I need you to make me cum.”

You’re barely holding it together listening to her—truthfully, you’re every bit as desperate.

But that urge gets shoved down for now, and you scan the service hallway you’ve stumbled into. Dim, liminal, probably bypasses the main lobby—staff shortcut, whatever. Not empty, though. A couple of patrons and some random usher spots you.

At first their heads tilt, concern flickering—girl, half-carried, looking like she’s about to pass out. But if any of them linger—if some asshole stares even a beat too long at her nails gouging into your bicep, or that dreamy, totally-fucked look smeared across her face—they’ll get it.

They’ll see right through the mess. See Asa, usually all filters, poses and bright lights, reduced to this drooling wreck.

Let them have their suspicions.

Leave it to the staff to scrub through the security footage later, let the rumours spread. Is that her? What are they doing? Are they going to—

You’re already moving too fast for their curiosity to catch up.

You find it at the end of the hall—a heavy door marked Staff Only—Authorised Personnel.

It’s good enough, you’ll take whatever you can get. The bathroom’s the usual cliché—but you’ve written that story dozens of times already.

All you really need is a hard surface, some privacy. Room to bend Asa over and take her properly—the way she deserves.

You shove the door wide—hauling her out of the corridor and inside, kicking it shut behind you. The deadbolt clicks home.

Both of you freeze for a second, breathing hard. Scanning the room.

Not a bathroom, not a closet. Projection booth. Narrow, uncomfortably hot. Fans humming, servers whirring, projectors throwing off this dry, stifling heat.

You glance across the booth and find the view: big glass ports looking straight down over a theatre.

“This will do,” you tell her, finally releasing her arm.

“I bet it will.” Asa flashes that grin, already backing up to find the perfect spot to get split in two.

Through the glass you can see into the audience. A bigger crowd than the one you ditched. A sea of dark heads, all facing the screen. Oblivious. No clue to the idol right above them, ten feet up, barely holding it together.

That’s the real view that hits.

Asa, lit by the projector’s spill. Bright, silver-blue, strobing across her skin. Every bruise, every fingerprint, every mark you've put on her—glowing. On full display.

She looks staggering.

Light dances up her tits, hits her collarbone, catches the sweat pooling there. Eyeliner a smudged, charcoal mess—daring you to fix it, or make it worse.

And she’s already at it. Hands shaking, fumbling the buttons at her waist—too wired to manage finesse.

"Fuck, I can’t wait,” she starts, a manic, little laugh bubbling up in her throat. So gleeful now that you’re behind locked doors. But her eyes—they’re wide, almost panicked. “Oh—look at me. I’m shaking.”

But you don’t move. Don’t help. Just lean back against the door, arms crossed, watching.

Your star pupil, freeing herself out of those tight shorts.

You give your instruction: “Strip."

That’s all it takes. She shoves them down, kicks them off—sneakers too—a heap on the floor forgotten.

Straightens. Stands there in just the tiny cut-off top. Legs endless. Pussy dripping. More than you imagined. Light catches the trails running down her thighs—shiny paths, creamy skin glistening. And higher up, hitting that silver stud in her navel, making it flash every time her abs flex with those shaky breaths.

It’s the sight of her like this. Exposed. Drenched. Still managing to look almost regal in the filth.

Just look at her.

So proud of the mess she's made.

It’s enough to make your cock ache against your zipper so hard it hurts.

Asa catches you staring—sees how you’re drinking it in, the state you’ve reduced her to. She smiles. It’s a devastating thing.

“Fuckable, aren’t I?”

No point denying it. You step forward, hands going to your belt. Unbuckling slow, tugging your zipper down. Giving her a show back—her mouth drops open, slack, tracking every movement as you close the distance.

“This is what you wanted, right?” Asa slides one hand to her waist, fingers teasing just above her heat. The other drags her top up slow—pale skin, goosebumps everywhere. Nipple caught between her fingers. She twists. A fast, involuntary inhale melts into this airy, perfect sigh that scrambles your brain. “To see me like this? See how soaked my pussy is for you?”

“It’s a good start,” you rasp, words like gravel.

Her feet shift apart. Legs spreading wide. Gifting you with the full picture: pink folds, flushed and slick, heavy with how bad she wants it.

“Claim it, Daddy. Stretch me open, ruin every inch—” Lashes dip low as she slowly pushes a finger inside herself, lids heavy, almost lazy with how good it feels. “Paint my insides, mark me deep… Or—” Pulls it out, now stained and shimmering, dragging it across her bottom lip. Sucks noisily, tasting herself. “You can even make me choke on you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You swallow. Hard.

“Anything. Cum on me—in me. Fuck, maybe we can figure out the projector, put you feeding me your cum on the big screen. Wouldn’t that be good, Daddy?”

“Brat.”

Asa sighs. One word and she's shaking. That's what you do to her—sandblast every perfect inch until she's just raw need. All those filthy things you've taught her still ringing in the ears of a girl who used to be so, so innocent.

And then you’re on her. Hands sliding, gripping, taking. Lifting her like she's weightless. Dropping her onto the edge of a heavy crate, bolted solid, cold metal biting her ass.

She lets out a harsh gasp as you crowd in close, making her feel every bit of your weight pinning her. She’s all supple strength, dancer’s grace, but against you she feels small. Fragile. Yours.

Her legs wrap around you on instinct—habit, submission you’ve drilled into her. Heels lock tight behind you, and it’s total surrender.

She grinds her slick pussy against the obvious bulge beneath your briefs, tormenting herself with that cruel friction right at her opening.

Then she stops.

Hands drop to her sides.

Leaves herself wide open, bare. At your mercy.

You roll your hips—just a fraction.

That's all it takes. Sigh into a whimper into a loud, broken groan that drowns the projector's hum.

"Yes,” she whines. “Yes—make me feel it.”

She’s creaming all over the cotton—you feel it hot against your cock, making you throb, blood surging south in all sorts of terrible ways.

Asa’s eyes haven’t left it once.

“Can I?” she begs, shamelessly.

“Take it.”

Her hands dive down fast, fingers quick and sure as she fishes you out. Cock springs free—throbbing, painfully hard in her small grip. “Shit—look at you. This is what I—”

You kill that thought before she can finish it. One hand stays clamped on her ass, cheek filling your palm; the other fists her dark hair, yanks her head back. Crashing your mouth to hers—tongue shoving past teeth while you press forward, sliding out of her hands until the head catches on her sloppy-wet entrance.

You take a breath—hold your cock there for a beat, two.

Savouring it. Torturing Asa with the wait. Making her wail helplessly, body aching forward.

The slide in is seamless.

From her slick, open slit straight into that velvet heat—scalding, gripping like it’ll never let go. So easy. Like coming home. Her lips go slack against yours, slipping to your chin as the kiss falls apart, needing the air for her newest chant.

“Ngh—fuck—yes,” is about the most you can make out of it—choked like hiccups coming every time you sink another inch.

Your own lips trail down her cheek, venturing south. Finding that perfect spot on her throat. Somewhere to suck—mark her dark and deep. Something that’ll linger for days.

A brand.

A reminder of what you both know, what she’s been proving this whole time. She’s yours. Completely. Body, mind, in every light and darkness. Crowds can chant her name all they want—this joyful, desperate, falling-to-pieces wreck in this locked room—it’s the real Asa.

“That’s it—that’s it—right—there—ohhhh-fucking-hell.”

And Asa’s making these faces again. Nothing you haven’t seen before, but everything you love to witness. Brows knit in that pained pleasure, eyes squeezed shut like it’s all too heavy to hold. Lips parted in lovely, glossy surprise at how good it hits.

She can’t hide it—every twitch of her thighs, frantic hip tilt, desperate clench. She can’t help herself. Just has to show you everything.

“Asa,” you groan against her neck.

Your girl is back in tears again, but mixed with these pleased, giddy giggles. Haughty little laugh—not at you, at herself. At how helpless she gets every time. You make her cry, beg, then push her to the edge so fast her head spins.

Shit, you’re barely three-quarters in, no real rhythm yet, when her walls start seizing.

One heavy thrust—bottom out, buried to the hilt.

“Fu—ah!”

Asa loses it.

Hands fly—clawing your neck, then slamming the crate for grip. Anything to anchor her through this storm. Leaving it to you to hold her there, filling her completely. Incapable of anything but groaning your name in squeals that nearly drive you over.

Impaling her cunt like this—it’s rapture.

Pure heat. So intensely warm, tight, gripping around you like it owns you back. She’s thanking you in sputtering mewls, finally hitting that peak you’ve been dragging her towards since you first put a hand on her.

“Cumming—cumming—finally—fuck—”

It hits her out of nowhere. So fucking hard.

Ripples through, shatters her all at once. Nails dig into your neck—keeping her steady as her body locks. You expect a scream but there is none—just a strained gasp, too seized to let it out.

It just rocks her. Undoes her. Turns her limp in your arms—putty, liquid.

Oh, she meant every word—you can do whatever the hell you want. But for now, you leave her squirming on your cock, pulsing in long, slow waves, pussy clamping in these spasms that threaten to pull you under with her.

“Yes—oh—shit—” Words come back, but she’s still barely functioning. Held up by your strength and the cock still buried deep.

For as quick as it crashed over her—Asa comes down slow, in shaky stages.

You’re about to tell her that break time’s done—it’s your turn now, exactly what she’s been demanding for—but she doesn’t give you the chance to even draw breath.

Her heels loosen behind your back. Those strong, trained thighs flex—core tightening—and she slowly, deliberately squeezes you out. An agonising drag, inch by inch, until you’re almost free, head barely catching at her entrance.

You let her.

Let her push you back just far enough.

Then—snap—heels hook again, and she slams herself down hard. Full length in one brutal drop.

“Fuck!” rips out of you before you can stop it. The wet crack of your thighs against the heavy curve of her ass echoes off the server racks, bounces off the glass, rattles straight through your skull.

Loud. Filthy.

The most satisfying sound you’ve ever heard.

And Asa just laughs.

Watches your jaw clench, reads every flicker across your face. Making you think she really can read your mind. For that split second, she kind of can.

Taking control like that—dragging you out slow, then slamming you back in deep—knowing exactly what it does to you. How it lights every nerve. How badly you need her to keep doing shit like this.

“Sir,” she says, breezy as hell. The post-orgasm glow makes her look unreal—cheeks and chest flushed, lips wet and parted like she’s still chasing the high. “Whatever you want, Sir.”

So you make your decision.

You get in close, dropping your voice to that low register reserved for discipline. She keens when she hears it.

“I'm going to fuck you as hard as you can take. But I want you begging for it, first.”

Sure, she's been begging since the very start, but fuck—there's always more. Always another layer to drag this filthy little fantasy even deeper.

Asa dives straight in.

Kicks off slow, then builds. Broken, breathless stream of every depraved thought she’s ever had about you. A desperate litany of her very best, most filthy—yeah, you wouldn’t be surprised if it’s just a collection of what runs through her head when you’re posing her in practice rooms or holding her steady during rehearsals.

“Please,” she starts. “Daddy—I need this. Need you to ruin me. I’ll do anything. Anything you want, I swear.”

There she is—everyone’s dream girl—playing the part to perfection. But the honesty, the truths she saves only for you, hums through her.

“Haven’t I been so good for you?” She sputters, eyes searching yours for the approval she craves most. “I’ve been such a good girl. Tell me. I can be better—I’ll be perfect for you, I promise.”

Louder now, voice straining over all that ambient noise around you, words blurring into one long, filthy recitation straight from your darkest corners.

"And if I haven't been—if I've been bad then you have to punish me, don't you? Take me—however you want. Use me up—I’m yours. Just fill me—stuff me full until I’m leaking you.”

You almost laugh—because she’s pinned, exposed, in no position to bargain. But the promises keep spilling anyway.

“I need you stretching my tiny hole,” she gasps, head lolling back at the thought alone. “Need it deep inside me—need it so fucking—”

She cuts herself off—swallows the rest, teeth sinking into her lip to trap the scream. Heels dig into the small of your back, your fingers buried in the pliant flesh of her ass because you’re done waiting. Done letting her collect herself for her grand worship speech.

You nail her in earnest.

Teeth grit, jaw tight from holding back for far too long.

It’s unbelievable—her hole’s even tighter now, walls gripping in a strangling vice that shouldn’t be possible.

“God damn, Asa.”

But your focus narrows to the rhythm.

Watching her body answer every thrust—the clench of her abs, the ripples around your cock. This is what should get awards. Not CGI crashes on screens—this: tears carving tracks through smeared eyeliner, hair wild and static-charged, lips frozen in a silent oh-fuck.

You need her to hear it. Need her to know. “So ridiculously tight. Don’t know how you do it—always this wet, this hot.”

“Liar,” Asa shoots back, laughing—giddy, grinning through it. “You know it’s you. Your cock. You know how easy it is to make me cum every fucking time.”

You take the angle, turn it punishing. Skin slapping skin—hips crashing, the constant echoing thud of her back being driven against the wall.

Your hand goes to her chest—you need it all bare. Dragging the hem of her top up until it’s bunched around her neck, and then yanking it over her head so you can toss it with the rest of everything that was keeping you from seeing Asa in full.

Her spine curves, body lifting to meet you. And God, her tits—finally free. Bouncing in this hypnotising rhythm with every lunge.

You could touch them again—grab them, twist the peaks. But you bend instead—take one nipple in your mouth, sucking hard. Rough tongue, heat, suction swelling the bud between your lips.

Asa’s unmoored. Hands thread your hair, hold you there—binding you to her chest, keeping the pressure right where she needs it.

You roll the stiff peak between your teeth—just enough tug to pull that sweet-pained sigh. Mewls—adorable, desperate—with every graze. Chest heaving, fighting for air to match your pace.

Perfect, the both of them. So you switch sides—lap one wet and hot, knead the heavy swell of the other. Leaving them bruised, glistening, making her writhe, hips stuttering, knees squeezing your waist like your mouth on her tits is the only thing keeping her from shattering.

“God it's—so—fucking—good—” she’s gasping, falling apart. Collapsing and you’ve barely started.

You pull back from her nipple, leaving her skin damp and sticky. You could spend hours more on her tits—but you need a better angle—need to drive into her deeper. Harder. Faster.

Need so much more from your girl.

Whatever look crosses your face, it has her dazed, smug, joyful—knowing exactly how she makes you feel, what she does to you. What she is to you.

The tightest, hottest, most deserving cumslut you’ve ever had.

You oughtta make sure she knows. “That’s my girl,” you growl, praising your number one student. “God, you feel unbelievable.”

No easing up now. No tender bullshit, no slow-lover rhythm—maybe later, when it’s late and you’re all alone and you can afford to be honest with the softer parts you both pretend don't exist.

Right now it's just about carving her open. Rewriting every single muscle until her legs forget how to stand. Until the only thing left is your cock holding her up—buried so deep she feels it in her throat.

There’s only so much Asa can do—but she does it all. Buzzing with pride, arms around your neck, pulling herself up so close, face buried in the crook of your neck.

She moves. Hips tilt just right.

Suddenly she's there—weightless in your arms, yours to use. Built for this depth, this angle, this exact stretch.

Nothing but your good little cocksleeve now.

Her teeth find your skin, biting down hard. Enough to leave a mark—a matching set to the ones you’ve already branded onto her.

“I needed this,” she slurs into your shoulder. “Needed you to use me like this.” Her breath hitches as she grinds down once, greedy. “You’re not stopping after one, right? One round—one load—that’s never going to be enough for me.”

You find your pace. Grip tight on her hips.

Lifting her nice and slow, then—dropping her. Gravity does the rest. Wet slap after wet slap ringing out loud.

“If you’re good,” you tell her. “After this—when we get home—"

“No,” she interrupts, audacity still there, even when she’s ruined. “Not home. In the car. As soon as the door shuts you’ll feed me every inch. Once here won’t cut it—you know I’ll suck you dry on the ride back.”

“Christ,” you huff out, more air than sound. The image makes your cock throb inside her, pulsing against her seizing walls. Her legs spread even wider, her heels locking harder—opening up new depths. Gifting you every angle of that tiny idol cunt—sopping, perfect, made only for you.

And then, because she’s a brat, even as you thrust faster and faster—quick, hard pounds, devoured by her slick cunt—she pushes for more.

Wants to be hurt. Wants the bruises makeup can’t hide.

“Claim every hole—cunt, throat, ass—leave me dripping from all of them.”

“So demanding.”

"Day’s not over. We’ve already started—might as well go as far as we can.” It all just slides so nicely into your ears, makes so much sense coming from her. “Maybe I’ll call one of the girls.”

The scream when your knee buckles—the drop impales her hard. The crate creaks. Asa takes it all.

“Ah—fuck! You like that don’t you? You’d love it if Ruka or Pharita or—”

“Ahyeon—” comes out before you can stop it. Surprising even you, the name coming from some carnal, primal corner of your brain that’s been waiting to have a light shone on it.

Asa takes it all in stride. “I’ll call her. After you—ah, God yes—after I take all your cum here—I’ll call her. Have her waiting at the house. She’ll be there as soon as we get through the door. Our audience.”

It’s your turn to laugh—a low, mean sound. She’s cracked open your darkest impulses, the ones you usually keep under lock and key. Her fault for bringing it out. “You think she’ll just watch?”

“Why?” Asa shudders. Building up to it again—hips rolling helplessly. Creaming so heavy, gushing. Wet squelch with every thrust—loud enough that it wouldn’t be hard to tell—if someone was outside, had their ear up to the door, heard your words, her moans, the sounds of her cunt. Oh, they’d know exactly what was happening to their favourite idol. “What are you going to do?”

“Make you watch,” you decide, getting rougher, driving these pretty noises right out of her lungs. “I’ll take Ahyeon to our bed. See how her tiny cunt compares. Who knows? Maybe she’s more deserving of Daddy’s cum than a brat like you.”

“Oh God—” she whimpers and whimpers and whimpers, slipping right back to what she really is for you: your cum-hungry little toy.

“Tie you up,” you keep going, fantasy fuelling each thrust. “Wrists, ankles. Gag to keep you quiet. Leave your little toy buzzing while I fold Ahyeon over and fuck her pretty pussy right in front of you.”

“Yes—gah—I can't—” Asa’s a catastrophe—getting hoarse, vocal cords exhausted. Her forehead thumps against your shoulder. All torn up and tired—making you push into her harder, get as close as you can, as far up into her guts as your cock can go and then further still.

“You’d fucking love that, wouldn’t you?”

You snap your hips and drive into her again—getting your answer. “Yes—yes—just—inside first. Please!”

Asa’s bawling, delirious, out of it. If your cock wasn’t pinning her in place she'd be on her knees, mouth open, begging with whatever breath she has left.

But you both know the truth; there's only one place this ends. Lost count of her cycle weeks ago—not that it matters. It's the same endless litany spilling from her lips, wrecked and reverent: inside, inside, inside—a prayer she's been chanting since the first time you bottomed out and she realised she could have this forever.

You drive harder. Deeper.

Chasing that white-hot snap where everything collapses.

"Fuck—look at you. You’re shaking so hard—gonna break for me again?”

No pause—hips crashing, shaking the wall, rattling the glass in its frame. Hard enough that you might crack it before you’re done.

“Do it—break for me. Cum all over my cock—right now. Cum so I can walk you out and show everyone what a dirty little whore you are.”

And this is the point where the tension is snapping, and you’re reaching the head of every single one of your shared kinks and fantasies and everything that keeps the two of you going. This is the mountaintop. Sensory overload. You and Asa. The very real risks. Door could open any second. Intensity climbing up the length of your cock.

Her arms cuff themselves around your neck, eyes screwed shut, nose wrinkled in raw, aching bliss. Asa’s tongue darts out—clumsy, desperate—licking your jaw, chin, grazing your lips. Trying to anchor, to kiss, but you’re hammering her too hard, too fast. Too punishing for her to hold on.

But there’s no other way to show it—what the sex, the words, the dirty talk like psychological torture is doing to her. Finally driving her mad.

“I need it—Daddy—my pussy needs—needs you—I can’t—” she sobs, then simply loses the ability to speak.

Another orgasm shoots through her—wildfire scorching her skin. Her spine clicks, her muscles—her cunt—rippling, fisting around you.

She’s too loud—louder than any projectors, the equipment hum, the muffled movie beyond the glass.

Just her voice, cresting into slurred, filthy gratitude that no walls could ever hold.

So you take her mouth again—tongue gagging her cries, swallowing the rest before she screams the place down. The image flashes hot: Asa, your gorgeous, thoroughly used girl, coming undone on your cock, and the crowd behind the glass all turning at once to catch her.

“They’re gonna catch us, Asa,” you breathe against her lips. “Any second, that door’s gonna open—they’ll see everything. See you pounded, broken, filled with me. You want that? Want them watching me ruin you?”

“Yes!” She cries, gaze going utterly dark—pupils blown so wide the brown disappears, nothing left but black staring up at you. “Let them look—see how you fuck me—how you breed me—” And she just can’t hold on anymore, walls flutter once, then seize, refusing to let even an inch slip free. “Cum in me—right in my little pussy—make it yours for good—"

You feel it all at once. Every promise, every bargain she’s made. Your body locks—pressure burning molten-hot before it surges forward. “Fuck—Asa!”

Your hips slam deep—her heels dig in, forcing you forward until you’re fully buried.

Then you erupt.

A hot rush floods her centre. She freezes—braces herself against the wall as she feels that first thick release splash inside her. Drooling from the corner of her mouth, lips quivering with each and every spurt you drive in.

“You have no idea, it feels so good,” she says, barely audible. “I can feel it—all of it—feel you fucking it deeper—”

Not done yet. Keep grinding, hips working in the confines her heels give you, fucking your cum deeper into her, even as it starts to leak. It’s cataclysmic, a proper disaster—the liquid heat of her, your heavy load making this obscene slosh that fills your ears with pure delirious satisfaction.

Nothing else exists. Nothing else has ever existed.

Just this: draining every last drop into Asa's greedy belly until she's overflowing, until it spills hot and thick down her thighs.

Her fault, always. Milks you like she’s owed. Wrings out the biggest, messiest loads you’ve ever given anyone, every time.

It seeps out of her, thick and slow. Dribbling down the backs of her thighs. Staining the crate—but Asa’s barely there to register it.

Your perfect idol. Dripping with your cum.

You wrap her tight—arms around her, chest heaving against hers. One last clap of your hips as your cock throbs the final globs. Kiss her temple, her cheek, her mouth—hard. Taste salt tears, sweet gloss, feel her finally melt and relax into a delighted, liquid-soft heap.

It's got you all delirious, you think you're even laughing when the last tremor fades. Like you can’t believe it. Even after everything, after all this time, Asa shorts out your circuits, overwrites every shred of better judgment.

“Baby,“ you say. Catching your breath. Savouring the fantasy girl in your arms. “Don’t know if I can even leave this room.”

“Then don’t.” Asa suggests. Soft, still clinging. "At least wait a sec. Don’t pull out yet. Just stay.”

You do as she says, you owe her that much. Staying buried in the sticky, spent mix you’ve made. You know you should make a move, should be preparing a warning about time, place, the world outside—but it goes forgotten when you see her face.

So content. Fulfilled. Face gone all slack and dreamy. Your gold-star girl, fucked-out and so damn happy.

It does something stupid to your chest.

“Just. Let me have this,” she coos. “Just a second. Then you can take me wherever.”

God, she looks perfect. You’ve told her a million times—she just absorbs it, owns it. Says it’s all for you. Then reminds you why.

“I’d let you, you know.” Wistful smile, complete awe. “Walk me out—parade me through the lobby, the street. Dripping with your cum. Tell everyone I’m yours. I’d be so proud. Making them all jealous. At me, stuffed full of you.”

She takes a beat. Challenge flickers—sparks—in her eyes, blood already rushing back.

“You could even put me on a leash, if you really wanted.”

The thought sits. Takes time to settle. You see it in her eyes—crystal, terminal. Every kink you’ve fed her, distilled. Right there.

“Is that what you want?”

You’re honest with her. Quick and upfront. “I just want to make you happy, Asa.”

And she blushes at that—a genuine, deep crimson that has nothing to do with how exhausted and spent you have her. Preens under the affection, then sighs. “Then help me up. Let’s get out of here.”

She shifts—lifts herself close enough to press her forehead against yours. It’s nice—and a little vulnerable. The gentlest thing she’s given you. Her fingers find yours. She squeezes.

You could probably say something pretty about it: the faint tremor in her wrist when she reaches, the linger of her fingers a second too long, the tiny catch in her breath when your cock finally starts to slip free.

The slow, thick dribble that follows—shiny, obscene, tracing a lazy line down her inner thigh. It’s a work of art—should be hung in museums, exhibited worldwide.

But it’s just Asa. Hair mussed midnight, skin glowing, cum leaking down her leg in a single proud stripe.

Look at her.

Your perfect girl, snapping her thighs shut, locking every last drop inside that tiny cunt you just ruined.

“You’ve made such a mess of me,” she says, like she couldn't be happier. Surveys her trembling limbs. “Think I’m gonna need you to carry me out.”

She steals your shirt—dabs at smeared eyeliner, the last of her tears. A half-hearted attempt at decency.

You do your part too—helping her tug her top back on, smoothing out the edges you’ve fucked loose. Putting her back together as best you can—even if the pieces don’t fit quite as snugly anymore.

“Shorts?“ She gestures. You kneel, help her step into them. Slide them over the streaks.

But she can’t quite wait for you, bending down as you’re halfway up her thighs, reaching to fish out her phone. Her thumbs start flying across the screen.

“What are you doing?” You ask, fastening the last button at her waist. Dipping low—pressing one last kiss to the beauty mark just above her hip.

Asa smiles—a sharp, wicked thing. She reaches down, a finger under your chin, tugs you up until you're eye to eye again.

Close enough that her swollen lips brush your nose in a soft, almost tender peck.

“What do you think, Daddy?” That coy little lilt still there, voice rasped raw from screaming into your mouth. “Texting Ahyeon.”

(And just like that—your Asa, fully back online. Photogenic smile locked in place, lips plush and bruised, endless legs shifting, ready to be spread open for round two.

Just a stack of obsessions, one neatly atop the next. Each hungrier than the last, begging to be broken the same way.

You’ll take your time. One by one. Whenever the mood strikes.

They’re all yours, after all.)

[soh20000]

Rare deleted video of Reiane and Zanna dancing like sluts in bikini

[thesmutlocal3]

I swear, girls really slut it out when they have whore friends to encourage them. “Omg we should touch each other’s ass” “Hehe yes babe that’s so funny” And here they are, making soft core porn for us lol.

Or maybe it’s a deeper desire to out-slut one another. Rei and Liz want to show you that they deserve your cock more.

But really, all that changes is who gets fucked first. Me, I’m pounding Liz’s juicy pussy first while Reiane can service my balls and asshole. Wbu? 😈

[sgxmmgooners]

tight slutty reian deserves a gangbang, we gotta fill up all her holes in one night and record a video to blackmail her. who's in?

[fishballnudles]

[thigh2gap]

no bra

[truthfulpoint]

I fucked my girlfriends little sister.

It was just another Friday night for me. I work as an auto mechanic, and like most guys after a long day, we hit the bar. Most of the men were married and started to stagger back home pretty early, leaving just me and a few of my buds that were single. We nursed a few more beers, but I was avoiding going home since I knew my roommate would bring back his date.

“Last call!” The bartender hollered, breaking me out of my daydream about the security at work. The bartender was a cute little thing, college-aged with a few freckles across her nose. And those eyes - ugh, they were something to die for.

I had already collected the empties from my table and made my way to her to get a last round. I smiled at her as I tossed a twenty onto the counter.

“Another for the road and keep the change.” She bit into her lip as she took up the bill, shoving it into the apron she wore. The blue label of what I had been drinking all night was slid over to me as I eyed her; there was something about her that I couldn’t put a finger on.

“You don’t remember me, do you?” The towel over her shoulder was taken down as she wiped the trail of water left behind. I used the counter to pop the lid off of my drink as I stared at her.

“No, but I was just thinking there was something about you.” She seemed to deflate at my answer; it didn’t seem it was the one she was looking for. That smile returned as another customer came up to close their tab.

“You dated my sister.” She looked over her shoulder at me. The strap of her too-thin tank top had slipped just enough to show the small tattoo on her shoulder blade— one that looked familiar to me.

“… AUDRY?” That was said a little too loud. I fixed my face and cleared my throat, nursing my beer to hide my reaction. The last time I saw her she was just a fresh teen with braces, always wearing hoodies. This was a woman in front of me, but she still held onto that familiarity that made my heart skip a beat.

She laughed, and I swear it lit up the room. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one to notice. A few of the guys still lingered about, and I’d bet money it was to see who could take her home.

“Yes, yes. Don’t say it so loud.” The change was given to the customer, who gave it back along with a napkin with his number. She pocketed both, but as soon as he was out the door, she tossed the napkin out.

“I haven’t seen you in…” I thought back to the last time I had seen her. It had to be a good ten years. It was my senior year of high school, and she was just in middle school?

“Eleven years. I think I’ve grown up since then.” There was a tease in her voice. I couldn’t help but let my eyes drop down her body and take in just how much she had grown. Her breasts were more than a handful each, and I wondered if they were real.

“Certainly have.” I looked back at her features, and I could see it now. Her hair was more red than brown now, the baby fat gone from her face, and she had that smoky eye look going that framed her blue-grey eyes. My interest sparked just thinking about what I could do.

She cleaned and closed tabs as the room emptied. She waved out the other barback as we caught up, closing out the drawers, emptying the trash, and tending to general bar duties. When the last of the patrons left, it was just the two of us.

I decided to go out on a limb and ask for her number, unsure about how weird it would be since I had dated her sister.

“I thought you’d never ask.” She took my phone, entered her number after asking for the pin. Immediately after, she texted herself from my phone, indicating that she was interested. Time to turn on the charm.

“Let me walk you home?” I slipped off the stool, placing it on the counter with others. She removed her apron, collected her tips in a jar before returning. As she walked back around, I noticed her curves accentuated by her chest bouncing slightly with each step. All I could think about was how amazing she would look riding me.

"I'm good at walking home alone," she said softly, her voice now deeper and more sultry than I remembered. "But if you want to follow me... well, I wouldn't mind some company."

My heart hammered in my chest as I fell into step beside her, not wanting to miss another beat of conversation. We walked together silently for a moment as she unlocked her car door, and then turned to face me once more. In the dim lighting of the parking lot, I saw her cheeks flush slightly under his gaze; her body language changing from confident to vulnerable. Something inside me stirred at this newfound vulnerability in her demeanor.

"What?" she asked playfully, rolling her eyes at herself before looking away shyly. "I mean... it's been so long since someone found me attractive."

I couldn't help but smirk at that statement - like she wasn't attractive now? It was hard not to imagine all those curves underneath those tight jeans, and that coy smile on my face felt foreign to me.

“You gotta be kidding me. Look at you.” She blushed deeply at my words, her hand coming up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. I couldn't resist reaching out and tracing her jawline with my finger, causing her to shiver slightly.

"Is that so?" she asked, her voice low and breathy. Her eyes never left mine, full of desire and a hint of mischief.

Without hesitation, I leaned in and captured her lips with mine. It was like fireworks exploding in the night sky - passionate, intense, and electric. She responded eagerly, wrapping her arms around my neck as I pulled her closer to me.

We stumbled towards my car, our kisses becoming more frantic and urgent with each step. Once inside, we were all over each other - hands roaming freely over each other's bodies as we devoured each other's mouths.

I couldn't believe this was happening. Not only was I making out with my ex-girlfriend's sister after all these years, but it felt amazing, like we were meant to be together all along.

"You taste so good," I groaned against her lips, my free hand finding its way to her derrière and squeezing it roughly through her tight jeans. She let out a moan of approval, grinding her hips against me in response. "Goddess, you feel amazing."

She let out a small laugh into the kiss before breaking away for air. "You really think I'm a goddess?" she asked with a smirk that made my anticipation grow.

I smirked back at her. "Are you kidding? You do see how beautiful you are."

Her eyes widened for a moment before she leaned in again, this time biting my bottom lip softly between her teeth playfully. Her breasts were pressed against me, and I could feel the heat of her body seeping through our clothes as she ground against me harder - she felt so good.

"Take your shirt off," she demanded between breaths. Her voice was low and sultry now; it sent shivers down my spine as I pulled it over my head without hesitation. My chest hair tickled against hers as she ran her hands over them greedily while still keeping the kiss going.

She pulled away from the kiss, her eyes filled with lust. "Lay back," she commanded, her hands pushing me gently towards the back seat of my car. I complied eagerly, anticipating what was to come next.

She climbed on top of me, straddling my hips as she leaned down to resume our passionate kisses. Her hands roamed all over my bare chest, exploring every inch of my skin as if it was something she had been longing for.

I couldn't believe this was happening - just a few hours ago, I was at the bar, trying to drown out my sorrows. Now, I was here, making out with the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. Life could be so unpredictable and yet so amazing.

As we kissed, her hands traveled down to the waistband of my jeans, teasingly running her fingers along it before slipping them underneath and grabbing onto my hard member through my boxers. I let out a groan in response, unable to contain my desire any longer.

"Please," I whispered against her lips, not needing to say more for her to understand what I wanted. She pulled away from me slightly and began pulling her top up slowly - giving me a tantalizing view of her cleavage before tossing it aside, revealing a black lacy bra that barely contained her generous breasts.

My eyes widened in appreciation as she leaned in again, capturing my lips in another searing kiss while teasingly grinding against me through our clothes. Her hands worked quickly to unbuckle my belt and unzip my jeans before sliding them down along with my boxers.

I lifted myself slightly so she could pull them off completely before settling back down on the seat. She sat up and looked down at me, her hand wrapping around my length as she began stroking it slowly - eliciting a deep moan from me.

"You like that?" she asked with a smirk before leaning down and taking me into her mouth. I let out a string of curses as she expertly took me deep into her throat, sliding up and down with a skill that belied her inexperience. She looked up at me with a mix of lust and wonder, her blue-grey eyes wide and dark with desire. Her tongue danced over the head of my dick, tracing circles around the tip as she bobbed her head faster and faster. My hands tangled in her hair, holding her close to me as I arched into her touch. The scent of her perfume filled the car - something sweet, like vanilla and smoke.

My hips bucked against her face, trying to get closer, but she held me back, teasing me with a wicked smile on her lips. I groaned into the car door as she took more of my length into that perfect mouth. It felt so good to have someone else's touch on me after so long.

Her fingers trailed down my chest to my stomach before undoing my belt buckle and pulling it off, tossing it away along with my shirt. She pushed me back against the seat as she straddled me once more, leaning in for another scorching kiss. Her breasts brushed against my chest, nipples hard from arousal. I reached up to cup them both through the thin fabric of her bra, squeezing them gently. She moaned into my mouth as our teeth clicked together before pulling away breathless.

"Please," I whispered hoarsely, wanting more of this electric connection we shared.

She nodded once then slid off me, unzipping her jeans slowly revealing black lacy panties underneath which barely contained those perfect curves of hers. She stepped out of them both, and I couldn't help but admire how perfect she was.

Her lips met mine once more, and I tasted the sweetness of her tongue on the side of my mouth before we parted again. "I've always wanted you," she whispered between breaths. It sent shivers down my spine—a feeling of desire that coursed through my veins like lightning bolts connecting us both together.

She slowly lowered herself onto me, her breasts grazing against mine before sitting up straight again; moaning softly at the contact. And then without another word, she lowered herself back down, taking me inside her slowly but surely. Her eyes widened as I filled her up, making sure to look at me every second of the way as if to make sure I knew what we were doing here tonight.

Her skin felt so soft against mine, yet there was an edge to it all—an urgency that matched our beating hearts and racing minds that seemed to set us both on fire. Goddess almighty did she feel good wrapped around me like this!

My lips found sweet spots along her neck as we moved together in sync. Sweat and leather mingling with our arousal created an intoxicating mix. I couldn’t help but growl out loud as she took me. My hands came up to cup her ample breasts, thumbs teasing at her hard nipples.

She seemed to like it, her back arching as though I sent a wave of pleasure through her entire body. She moaned into my neck making me wild. I drove into her faster and faster. Her biting and sucking at my neck just at the collarbone. It felt so good to be wanted after all these years.

“Oh god,” she gasped into my kiss between nips at my neck. “You feel so good.” I couldn’t help but grunt against her neck and continued my frenzied lovemaking. My fingers dug deeper and deeper into her flesh with each thrust inside her welcoming heat.

The friction between us was an exquisite torture building up at an almost unbearable speed. Pleasure was consuming me. It felt like I needed to push past my own body and become one with hers.

Our bodies glistened with perspiration from the fervor of our lovemaking. Every inch of my length sliding against hers sent sparks through my body, igniting a fire inside of me I didn't know was possible.

Her mouth found mine once more; our tongues tangled in a heated dance while we ground against each other frantically. Her fingers dug into my shoulders as if seeking purchase, as she rode me harder and faster than ever before.

I groaned into her mouth, feeling an impending orgasm rising within me at this unexpected turn of events. She bit down on my bottom lip softly, then sucked on it tenderly before returning to the kiss - sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body straight to my core.

With one last hard thrust deep inside of her, I came deep inside of her pussy. Her walls clenched around my cock right after, as I finished inside of her. She moaned louder than I had ever heard a woman before - her own orgasm forcing her body to shake.

My fingers traced her thighs, and the mark of her jeans on her hips, as I looked to her. She pulled my now semi-limp dick from her pussy, my cum dripping down those silken thighs. I looked up at her perfect body, drunk on both alcohol and her.

"That was amazing," she whispered, her voice husky and filled with satisfaction.

I couldn't agree more. It had been years since I had felt this kind of passion and connection with someone else. And the fact that it was with my ex's little sister made it all the more intense.

But now, as we lay here together, I couldn't help but wonder what would come next. Was this just a one-night stand, or could there be something more between us?

[truthfulpoint]

I just “unknowingly” fucked my gf’s best friend

Edit: story is split into 3 sections

1. Some background and context

2. The story

3. Where things get wild

Also sorry it’s really long. This just happened to me and I didn’t want to miss anything so I just typed as I recalled what happened. Also sorry for any errors, I didn’t proof read anything.

Some background and context:

I work mid shift at my work currently (11pm - 7am) so I have these not so great black out curtains that I don’t really use but I also have a sleep mask that I use a lot as it helps me stay asleep.

I have “jokingly” asked my gf a couple times if she’d be interested in a 3 some with one of her friends a couple times just feeling out how she would respond and she always said no without any hints of a maybe.

I have a couple kinks that my gf is well aware of. I love stockings/pantyhose/tights, whatever you want to call them. Idk why I just think they are sexy and I like the feel/look of them. I also really like being woken up into sexual situations. I’m always super horny right when I wake up and told my gf I would love to wake up to my cock in her mouth which has happened a couple of times but not often due to my gf not being horny throughout the day, only around the evening. Lastly we have restraints tied to each corner of the bed that my gf and I enjoy very much. We both use them on each other and pair it up nicely with my sleep mask.

I live in a one bedroom apartment. We have a queen size bed with a bathroom outside the bedroom and a living room on the other side of the bedroom wall. Our kitchen is attached to the living room. We have a decent sized couch in the living room as well

This happened today as I’m writing this about an hour ago and I don’t know what to make of it or if I should confront my gf about it and ask her (giving away the fact that I know what really happened)

My gf and I went to the same high school but never saw/talked to each other. We didn’t really know the other existed until a year after we graduated through a mutual friend

The story:

So my gf (let’s call her Sarah) had one of her best friends from high school come visit and stay with us for a couple days (let’s call her Kate). I was crushing on Kate hard in high school but never told anyone or made a move. Kate is about 5’4” with an athletic build. She played soccer so she had a nice toned ass and was very fit. She had long black hair and very pretty green eyes. She flew in Thursday morning and is leaving Monday morning. Sarah told me the plan, they were doing something everyday like going to the beach or downtown and I had my own plans so it was going to be a great time for the two of them to catch up.

Me and Sarah got Kate from the airport around 10am Thursday and got to our apartment. Kate said she was tired and didn’t want to go out and do anything so we just hung out for a bit and I had to go to sleep at noon because I had to be at work that night. I make my self some sleepy time tea with melatonin in it like I always do before bed bc it helps me stay asleep. Then I go to bed like normal while they are catching up in the living room. I wake up and start getting ready for work. I go to the bathroom to shower and see that Sarah and Kate are still talking but there are a few drinks on the coffee table next to them and they seem to be whispering and giggling more than just catching up.

I shower and then make sure to help get Sarah get Kate’s bed (the living room couch) all set up to sleep in. I say bye and go to work. I get off work and head home. It was a rough day and I just need to get some sleep. Normally I try to pull through and stay up until noon to stay on a schedule but often times I’ll pass out right when I get home. I open my apartment door and the first thing I see is Kate.

She laying down sideways on the couch with the blanket over her fast asleep. I try to be quiet as it’s 7:30am and I don’t know how late they stayed up. I keep looking at her thinking about how attractive she is. Fantasy thoughts come across my brain. I think what if I just came up and started eating her out or fingering her. I think it but I would never actually do anything like that. I’m very respectfully of my relationship and I would never do anything without consent but the sexual though keep rushing over me.

I brush it off and go to the bedroom, Sarah is sleeping too so I quietly get a change of clothes out the dresser and go to the bathroom to shower. I normally come out the bathroom in just my underwear but knowing we have company I put shorts and a shirt on too. I get out and go to the kitchen to make some sleepy time tea and see that Kate is already awake. The blanket is over her still with one arm under it and the other arm over it holding her phone. I guess I was more hornet than I thought bc I immediately pictured her touching herself under the blanket. I say good morning and ask if my shower woke her up.

She said no she didn’t even hear the shower she just woke up naturally. I start boiling water in the tea kettle and ask if she wants any tea. She says “sure what kind do you have?” As she gets up and starts walking into the kitchen. She’s wearing a baggy oversized t shirt and I’m assuming some short athletic shorts that I can’t really see bc the shirt covers them. I can tell she doesn’t have a bra on immediately and try not to get caught looking. I do t know about bra sizes but I’d guess Sarah has C cup. They are pretty decent size but Kate’s are definitely bigger. Not by a lot but bigger.

Kate walks over and I open the pantry saying “pretty much just sleepy time and normal green tea”. She stands in front of me looking into the pantry and I can smell her hair which smells amazing. She slightly leans over to grab the green tea and I can’t help but look at her ass that’s still so pronounced even though her shirt is draped over it. “I’ll just have the green tea then” as she hands me the green tea box.

I make the tea and we sit together on the couch enjoying it. Just small talk the entire time. Not any hints of any sexual undertones or anything. So I finish my tea and tell her I’m going to bed. I put everything away and go to bed. I stripped to my underwear, put on my sleeping mask and fell asleep.

Where things get wild:

I wake up not knowing what time it was (I’m assuming around 8pm bc that sleepy time tea really works at keeping me asleep). I can immediately tell that my underwear is off and I’m restrained. My legs and arms are spread apart and tied to the bed. I pretend to stay asleep as I know that this means sexy time. I woke up with a full on boner and no way was that going down now that I knew what was coming. I don’t move or make any noise or change my breathing but I can tell it’s still pretty lit up in the room by natural light through a crack in the sleeping mask by my nose. I can only see a sliver of my surroundings and only when looking down towards my nose.

I want to look around and see if my gf Sarah is about to go down on me but I do t want her to think I’m awake so I stay still and wait. That’s when I hear the faintest whispering from the living room. Right away I remember that Kate is here so my head gets thrown into confusion

“Is my gf going to do this with her in the apartment?”

“Is Kate going to leave the apartment for a bit”

“Am I supposed to try to be quiet when I pretend to wake up”

A wave of confusion rushes over me as I’m trying to figure it out.

I can tell that there’s two sets of whispers so I know no one is in the bedroom. I take my chance to look around without my head making too much noise on the pillow. First thing I see is my dick has gone soft after the wave on confusion hit my brain. Second thing I see is that the bedroom door is wide open! This blows my mind. “How could Sarah leave the door open??? What if Kate saw me?” Nothing else in the room seems off so I lay there and wait.

I hear the front door open and then close so I think ok Kate is probably going on a walk for a bit. Ok everything makes sense to me now and I can relax and enjoy what my gf is about to do to me. I hear her walk into the bedroom and sit next to me on my right side. She grabs my still soft cock and starts playing with it and stroking it. My gf Sarah is also 5’4” with an athletic build just not as skinny as Kate. Sarah has very small hands so it feels amazing wrapped around my cock and makes it feel bigger than it actually is. It feels good but I’m debating internally when to stop fake sleeping.

She leans over from my right side and slowly puts the tip of my cock in her mouth. It feels amazing! The warmth and the wetness of her mouth. I can feel her lips wrapped around my head and her tongue slowly going back and forth. My dick gets bigger and bigger in her mouth. She moved her hand from the top by her mouth to the base of my cock and then puts all of me in her mouth. I let out a moan. The cover is blown now. She keeps going all the way up and down. I keep letting out soft moans and start wiggling my legs around a little. It feels amazing and I want more.

Now that she knows I’m awake I feel way more free to move around so I decide to try and watch her suck on my cock through the crack in my mask but she moves right before I could look. She put her left leg over me and when I look all I can see is smooth skin right in front of my face. She is in 69 position and I’m all about it. I can feel her feet on my arms which is how I found out she’s wearing pantyhose. Right away that turns me on even more as she plants her pussy right on my mouth. I get to work and start licking her up and down. Then flat tongue going side ways on her clit. While all of this is happening she’s sucking my dick like never before. It feels amazing.

Normally when my gf and I 69, she stops sucking me after a while and lets out a couple moans of pleasure from what I’m doing. This hasn’t happened as she keeps sucking. One hand holding the base and the other holding my balls. I feel like I’m going to cum soon it’s too good. My jaw starts getting sore so I switch to penetrating her with my tongue. I slid my tongue inside her and it doesn’t taste how it normally does. That’s confused me for a second but I think nothing of it and instead concentrate on how tight she feels around my tongue.

She stops sucking when I put my tongue in her and lets out a moan. Very hot but her moan immediately makes me question if this was really Sarah. Everything started to seem like it was connecting. The blowjob felt better than usual, her pussy tasted sweeter, her moan didn’t sound like Sarah’s normal moans, and now I feel like I can smell Kate’s hair. I don’t know if I’m overthinking it or if I’m just imaging/fantasizing that it is Kate and choose to ignore it for now while I’m eating her out.

She gets off me and goes to my nightstand that has condoms in it, pulls one out and puts it on me. I can see her hand putting it on but not much else. At this point I’m like 70% certain that this is Kate which has me going wild inside. And just the thought I might get to fuck her has sparks flying inside. She gets on me revers cowgirl about to slide my cock inside her and that’s when I get the best view. I see her ass hovering over my dick. I can see she’s wearing thigh highs that go up to the crevasse her ass makes on her thigh. They are so smooth and have a lace design at the top. I pan my view up and see Kate’s black hair up in a bun and her slim figure over me.

Before all the questions about how or why this is happening rush in she sits on my cock. No waiting or beating around the bush she shoves me inside of her like that’s the only thing that’s been on her mind for the past week. I can feel her pussy gripped around my cock. She’s so tight, tighter than my gf. It’s very warm and wet. She’s so wet it slid in no problem. We both let out a moan as we were sharing this amazing feeling together. I can’t stop looking at her ass planted on me. Her body is amazing and I want her. I feel her lean forward and grab my ankles. She starts riding me like the good girl she is. A perfect tempo not too slow or too fast. I’m watching her dripping from her pussy as my cock keeps sliding in and out. Her moans alone would be enough to make me cum. She sounds so sexy and I love knowing that she’s enjoying it.

I keep moaning too and start talking dirty to her. I tell her to keep going just like that. Just like the good little slut she is. She loves it and moans louder and louder. I keep telling her she’s my good girl. I want to break these arm restraints more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I want to grab her ass and waist and take control but I can’t. She has all the control right now. Her moans get louder and longer which make me go crazy. Her pussy sliding up and down my cock has brought me to my limit. I can’t possibly hold it in anymore no matter how hard I try. And I dont want to. I don’t want to try to think about something not sexy to delay it. I want to stare at her ass bouncing on my cock when I come. Where I am is where I want to be. I tell her I’m about to come and she doesn’t change anything. She doesn’t stop or speed up she just keeps going and says “cum in me daddy”

I cum so hard inside of her and she stops riding. She’s sitting all the way down on me letting my cock reach the deepest part of her as it pulses and pulses spewing cum out. She’s breathing hard and asks “did you like that?” I say “fuck, that was amazing”

I don’t know if she has given up on trying to be discrete about not being my gf or just got too caught up in how good everything felt bc she was talking. Saying dirty things like cum in me and did you like that. Before I could dive into deeper thinking about this situation she gets off me and turns around. She still straddling me just facing towards me now. I’m too scared to look through my mask bc idk what would happen if she found out I could partially see. I feel her scoot up my body. She hovers her pussy over my face and adjusts her legs. She slides her feet under my shoulders and grabs my hair with both hands careful not to move my mask.

She doesn’t want any teasing or slow play at all, Kate put her pussy right on my mouth as I stuck out my tongue and started grinding on it. Moving her hips forward and back gliding her clit on my flat tongue. She let out soft moans and a sighed “fuck” a couple times but this time as if she was holding it back realizing she shouldn’t be talking.

She stops moving and lets me do all the work. I suck on it a little bit and then start going sideways with my tongue flat on her. I can tell that’s what feels best for her bc of her moans and body movement. I switch to a circular motion and that was the golden ticket. She moans so loud without caring who can hear. Her lags clasp around my head and I can feel them shivering. She keeps shivering and moaning for a bit and is pushing my head away from her pussy because I’m assuming she doesn’t have the strength in her legs to lift herself up. Finally she calms down and lays next to me with her arm and leg draped over me.

I can see her leg over my stomach. Her smooth sexy leg in thigh highs. I wish I could use my hands and feel her. Feel her entire body. She leans over me and starts kissing me. Another dead giveaway that she isn’t my gf. Her making out is way different. She stops and I catch a glimpse of over her breasts. They are unbelievable. Bigger than Sarah’s and more rounded. I could see a small freckle on her chest too which was very attractive to me. I wanted to grab them and lick them so bad. She’s made me so horny I’m ready for round two but she gets up and I can hear her go into the bathroom.

I hear a flush and the sink. Then after a minute she comes out and takes off my condom. She has a rag and starts cleaning me up. I can see she has changed into a normal shirt and short shorts. She finishes cleaning me up and sits in between my legs. She starts slowly stroking me with her left hand while what looks like texting in her right hand. I’m rock hard now wanting more of her. She pauses for a couple seconds with her hand at the base of my cock a couple times. The she does the same thing but this time with her sucking on the head of my cock. I can see what she’s doing. She’s taking selfies with my cock in her mouth. I realize she was taking pictures of it before the selfies too. This just made me hornier. The thought of her doing that seemed sexy to me.

She then walks into the living room after closing the bedroom door. I’m left laying there wanting more and also so content with the most amazing but of my life. After a while I hear the front door open followed by some whispers and quiet giggles. The bedroom door opens and my mask comes off. It’s Sarah and she started undoing my restraints. She says “did you like that? Did it feel good?” I tell her yes and ask if she did too. She said yes and told me that Kate just got back from the gas station down the road and told me to clean up and get dressed quietly as to not leave clues to Kate what happened.

I agree a see the picture now. I’m guessing it was preplanned that Sarah was to let Kate fuck me under the condition I didn’t know it was Kate but cmon it was so obvious. 100% no doubt in my mind that was Kate and it was so lousy how they tried to hide that. I’m sure even Kate knew she had given away her identity multiple times and I’m sure Sarah knew there was no way I wouldn’t figure it out but whatever I’ll play along I guess.

I go to the living room and we all hang out like we don’t all know what just happened. Kate and I keep looking at each other pretty flirty and now I can’t stop imaging her naked and wanting to rail her on my bed. Kate and my gf went out to a cafe and now you’re caught up to the present.

I don’t know if I should tell Sarah that I know about everything that happened and ask her a ton of “why” questions or just keep everything to myself. I want to tell her so I can ask why she was fine with it after telling me she wouldn’t want a 3some with me and her friends but I also want to not say anything because I love the taboo feeling. I also do t know if I should confront Kate about it or not. I don’t know if that would be out of Sarah’s boundaries or not. I also really want to ask Kate how the pictures turned out to see how flustered I can get her.

Any advice is welcome and appreciated as I have no idea what to do or how to play this situation. Thanks for reading and sorry if it was too long or if there were any errors. I didn’t proof read.

[sgstories123]

How to forget your ex

“Hey, what’s wrong?”  Meng looked across the table at Crystal whose eyes were red. She was on the verge of crying.

“Nothing.” Crystal lied unconvincingly.

Meng and Crystal were studying in the library, preparing for their exams the next day. A couple of their friends have already left as it was already 8 pm. Crystal was still her usual bubbly self only minutes ago. Meng was not sure what made her cry.

“Come on, don’t lie to me. We have been study mates this whole year. This is not you. Tell me what happened.” Meng leaned over, offering her a tissue.

“I broke up with my boyfriend.” Crystal sniffed.

Everyone in school knew that Crystal’s boyfriend was an older man in his 40s. He was working at some large MNC and drove a red BMW 7 series. He was seen many times sending Crystal to the university. Meng was surprised to learn that they broke up as Crystal had often said that they would get married once she completes her studies at the end of the year.

Meng did not know what to say but he knew that they should get out of the library before Crystal turn on the waterworks.

“Let’s go somewhere to talk.” Meng suggested.

“Let’s get a room at the Hotel 81 nearby.” Crystal stood up, sweeping her things into her bag quickly. Meng was surprised at the suggested venue but hurried after Crystal out of the library.

The hotel was only about two streets away from the university’s library. Throughout, Crystal just walked quickly and determinedly towards the hotel without saying much. When Meng broached the subject about an alternative venue or suggested that they stop at Starbucks for coffee, Crystal just ignored him.

When they reached the hotel, Meng was a little embarrassed due to the hotel’s reputation as a venue for clandestine sex. Crystal had already entered the hotel. But Meng paused outside the hotel, checking to see if there are any familiar faces nearby. Satisfied that he would not be seen by anyone he knew, he quickly entered the hotel after Crystal. Crystal seemed very familiar with booking a room at the hotel as she was already holding the key and proceeding towards the lift when Meng entered. Meng hurried after her into the lift.

“Erm. You been here before.” Meng stuttered, trying to start a conversation with the sullen Crystal. The lift doors opened and Crystal simply walked out. Meng followed hurriedly after her. They found the room just two doors away from the lift and entered.

Crystal turned on the lights, threw her bag onto the chair nearby, pulled Meng into the room and closed the door. She pulled off Meng’s haversack and pulled him in for a kiss. Meng tried to resist but Crystal merely hugged him tighter, her tongue forcing open his mouth as she attempted to french him.

“Wait, Crystal. What is this all about?” Meng finally managed to push Crystal off.

Crystal stood staring at Meng for a second before sitting down on the side of the bed, covering her face with her hands, sobbing.

“I am sorry. It is just that I am so upset that my boyfriend broke up with me and on the day before my exams, that I thought perhaps if I had sex with another man at our usual rendezvous, I would get over it. Sorry Meng. I was not thinking right.” Crystal sobbed.

“It is okay, Crystal.” Meng sat down beside her, his hand covered her hands, patting her slightly, comforting her. “I was confused but I understand now.” Meng pulled Crystal’s head to rest on his shoulders.

“You must be thinking that I am such a slut.” Crystal sobbed.

“No, I don’t think that. I totally understand.” Meng said gently.

“Then fuck me. Fuck me till I can forget about that man.” Crystal looked up and stared at Meng.

“I knew it. You think I am a slut. Or a bitch.” Crystal turned away. “I know everyone is talking behind my back about my boyfriend being so much older. That I must be a slut, a bitch or whatever. Even you, Meng, whom I thought was my best friend in the uni think the same.”

“No, I don’t think so. I love you Crystal. If you did not have a boyfriend, I would have gone after you.” Meng confessed truthfully. Crystal was pretty and intelligent. What is there not to like about her. Many of their classmates would have gone after Crystal except they know that they could not compare to Crystal’s rich and successful boyfriend.

“Then prove it. Fuck me. Fuck me till I forget about him and only think about you.” Crystal got up and removed her dress. Meng gulped as he saw for the first time that Crystal had a very sexy body with perky breasts, perfect globes of ass, smooth skin and long legs. She quickly removed her red bra and panties, revealing two already erect pink nipple and sa shaved pussy. Meng’s cock hardened and strained against his jeans, making him uncomfortable.

Crystal pushed him down on the bed and began kissing him again. With lust overcoming him, Meng pushed Crystal away and quickly removed his clothes, his erect cock freed at last. Taking the initiative, he pushed Crystal back onto the bed and got on top of her, savouring her lips, breasts and pussy in turn. As he ravaged Crystal with his tongue, Crystal moaned in pleasure.

“Just fuck me!” Crystal was losing patience. Meng spread her legs and pushed his hard cock into her shaved pussy. As it entered the tight and warm hole, Crystal moaned even louder. Once it was fully engulfed, Meng took a moment to enjoy the pleasurable sensation. He started fucking her, harder and faster as Crystal grunted out sighs of pleasure with each thrust. He leaned on top of Crystal, kissing her, fucking her missionary style as his cock slides in and out of her. It did not take long before both of them reached their heights of pleasure. With Crystal moaning louder and louder, and Meng increasing his pace, both of them orgasmed at the same time. Meng shot his load into Crystal’s waiting womb, warming her insides with his semen.

Exhausted, Meng collapsed onto Crystal, giving her a small peck on the cheek. But Crystal was not satisfied. She pushed Meng onto his back and started sucking on his now flaccid cock, coated with their cum. She pulled and tugged at his cock, willing it to be hard again.

“What is it Crystal?” Meng gathered that Crystal was unhappy.

“Can you get it up again? I want to fuck some more.” Crystal continued jerking on Meng’s flaccid cock.

“I need to rest a while. We just fucked.” Meng tried to explain.

“You are so weak. My boyfriend can fuck me at least five times a night. And you are done after one time?” Crystal seemed exasperated.

“I can fuck you more than 5 times. I just need a rest.” Meng said defensively.

Crystal got up and rummaged in her bag. Meng was mesmerised by Crystal’s back and her perfect ass. His cock finally awakened.

“Crystal, see my cock is ready for second round.” Meng announced proudly.

Crystal returned with a blister pack containing 4 blue tablets and another with 2 yellow tablets. “Here, take these.” Meng took one tablet each and washed it down with a glass of water.

“What were they?” Meng asked, belatedly realising that he should have asked before taking them.

“Viagra and Cialis. My boyfriend takes them. Now fuck me till I am satisfied.” Crystal commanded.

“Get on my cock then.” Meng pulled Crystal towards him as she positioned herself onto his hard cock. She sat down slowly, feeling his hard cock enter her waiting hole. Once it was fully in, she rocked herself forward slowly, feeling his warm cock stretching her vagina walls before gyrating backwards. As she rode him, Meng sat up to suck on her beautiful tits again. This time, it took longer before both of them orgasmed again. As Meng shot his second load into her, he held onto her tight, enjoying the pulsating sensation as his cock send its second army into her womb.

When Crystal got off him, Meng was surprised that his cock was still hard. He mentally thanked whoever invented Viagra and Cialis before pushing Crystal on all fours and entering her from behind.

“Argh! So fast?” Crystal was surprised.

“I told you I am younger and stronger than your boyfriend. Sorry. Ex-boyfriend. I am gonna fuck you so many times that you will no longer think of him.” Meng was determined that he will outperform Crystal’s boyfriend.

Smacking her perfect ass, he fucked her harder then ever before in doggy style. The tablets seemed to not only have made his cock hard but has increased his lust for sex. He was pushing his cock harder and faster into Crystal and he could hear her appreciation as she screamed louder and louder with each thrust. Holding on to her hips tightly, he shot his third load into Crystal.

He did not allow Crystal to rest but simply flipped her over and raised his legs over his shoulders. Half standing, he pushed down his cock deep into Crystal’s pussy. Crystals’ body was only supported by her upper body as her ass was raised high into the air.

“What the fuck is this position?” Crystal gasped.

“This is the ‘make sure I pour all my semen into you and make you mine’ position.” Meng panted as he fucked her mercilessly. His beads of perspiration were now dripping all over Crystal’s breasts. As he pushed deeper and deeper, he felt his balls contract again, and he released his fourth load into her.

He released her and she lied down on the bed, seemingly exhausted and satisfied. He sat down on the bed and wiped his perspiration off. After shooting his fourth load, his cock had finally become soft again. I can’t lose to an old man, he thought to himself. He stood up and walked to the side table where the remaining tablets were. He popped in another Viagra and gave his cock a few quick strokes. Pleased that his cock hard become hard again, he pulled Crystal up from the bed and pushed her to face the window, drawing the curtains aside.

“Look, there’s our university. If any of our classmates or teachers are looking out of the windows, they will see me fucking you.” Meng whispered in Crystal’s ear, before ramming his hard cock into her pussy again.

Crystal’s breasts were pressed flat against the window as Meng pushed against her. As her pleasure grew, she became weaker. Her whole body, including her face were pressed against the windows and she could clearly see the cars and pedestrians below her. If anyone looked up now or as Meng said, if anyone in the nearby buildings were to look out of the window, they would see her naked body and Meng fucking her from behind.

She wanted to tell Meng to stop but Meng was already ready to ejaculate in her again. He gave a final, deep thrust before finishing a fifth load into her. Crystal could feel his semen flooding her womb again, joining the earlier batches of cum. But this time, as she was standing up, most of it leaked out of her pussy when Meng pulled his cock out.

Meng sat down on the bed and motioned her to come to him. He helped her straddle him and pushed his cock into her while she was sitting down facing him. He sank his head between her breasts, as he bounced her as he fucked her. Feeling that he needed to go in deeper, he stood up, carrying her. With her body weight pushing down, Crystal could feel Meng’s cock impaling into her, going far deeper than before. She screamed in pleasure as his cock touched pleasure points that she was not aware of before. Hearing Crystal’s screams, Meng could not hold back anymore and shot his load into her.

By now, both of them were too exhausted. They laid on the bed, Crystal in Meng’s arm as he fondled her hair.

“Are you satisfied yet, Crystal?” Meng asked softly.

“Yes. You are the best, Meng. I only want you to be my boyfriend now.” Crystal cuddled closer to Meng.

“Then I need you to let me fuck you some more. I think I took too much Viagra. My cock is still hard.” Meng took Crystal’s hand to caress his cock.

“My pleasure.” Crystal smiled before going down to suck his hard cock.

[erotica-fanatism]

Adulthood Expedited

A/N: This story's subject is underage, hence her face will not be shown. And this is most likely the only underage story that I'm going to do in an very long while. There is also an extra story in the non-tumblr version, which has unedited photos included. DM me if you want that story. For those that plans to DM me: You'll need to answer an question of mine first before I tell you how to get the story. This is for my protection.

School holidays has just started, and while most students would either be out with friends or flying overseas for a short holiday, one student in particular was having a very different kind of holiday plans at an apartment that belonged to one of her instructors: in the master bedroom of said apartment and with the curtains drawn and windows closed, this particular female student was on her fours, completely naked as her clothes was in the living room, and she was getting fucked by a man twice her age doggy-style.

???: I-I can't take it anymore, teacher!!! S-Stop pleaseeee!!!

Y/N: I'm cumming, Giselle! I'm cumming!!

G: N-No--- Aahhhhhh!!! M-My body!!! Feels weeeeeeeiirddddd!!!

Y/N: Ugh! Cumming!!

Thrusting balls-deep into the girl's, whose name was Giselle, young pussy, I groaned as I unloaded an hot load of cum into her still-maturing womb, Giselle rolling her eyes back as her body convulsed and orgasmed, her pussy squirting hard onto the mattress that she was on. Pulling out from her sore pussy, I grabbed my phone and took photos of Giselle lying down on the mattress while still nude. Putting my phone away after I've taken enough photos of her, I pulled the 15-year old Giselle up into a kneeling position before forcing my dick into her mouth, facefucking her roughly as she gags on my dick, her tongue fervently licking the meatrod in her mouth. Things between me and Giselle actually didn't escalate to this extent at the start.. as a matter of fact, Giselle only became my young fuck toy after I coincidentally ran into her outside during the school holidays last year...

It was the last week of the school holidays on a Thursday afternoon, and as the school canteen wasn't open during the holidays, lunch would have to be bought from outside. Coming back from the coffeeshop nearby and walking back to school, I noticed a familiar figure standing outside the general office. Somewhat surprised, i walked up to the figure and called out.

Y/N: Giselle? What are you doing back in school?

Hearing my voice, the figure turned to look at me, and I was face to face with Giselle, an 15-year old student who was not only an student counciler, but she was also the president of the school's AV-IT club. What surprised me more is the fact that not only was Giselle back in school, but she... wasn't wearing her school uniform.

G: Hi cher! I didn't expect to run into you today. School holidays still need to come back work?

Y/N: I mean I can choose not to but since i got nothing to do back at home, I might as well come back to school to do my own things. Why are you back in school anyway? The holidays hasn't finished yet.

G: Oh, I just thought of coming by to tidy up the control room before school reopens. Better do it now than wait until school reopens, right? Cher, since you're here, can you help me to draw the keys for the control room? I uh, can't really go in wearing home clothes.

Y/N: Yea sure, just give me a second...

Walking into the general office, I signed my name on the logbook for the keypress and after drawing out the keys to the control room, followed Giselle up to the control room. On the way there, I found out that the reason why she wasn't in her school uniform (which was a first for me; every time I saw her, she was always in uniform) was because she was supposed to be going out with friends but plans changed at the last minute, and Giselle didn't want to waste her time outside, hence she decided to come back to school even though she knew she wasn't wearing her uniform.

As I listen to Giselle explain why she wasn't wearing her school uniform as we proceeded to the control room, I couldn't help but take side glances at Giselle... Now that we're walking together, it only just dawned on me that Giselle was wearing an white top and a checkered skirt, plus a pair of black high boots. While there was nothing wrong with the boots, it was the rest of her outfit that left quite the impression on me: though the white top wasn't tight-fitting, it wrapped around her young body pretty well and the outline of her tits could be seen. The skirt was also slightly shorter than normal, and for some reason that... got me slightly interested in Giselle, and in the wrong way too. Shrugging it off, the two of us eventually reached the control room and with keys in hand, I unlocked the door for Giselle, who went into the room first.

Y/N: Well, I'll leave you to it then, Giselle... you sure you can manage on your own?

G: Yes cher, it's just some tidying up anyway. I'll be fine on my own!

Y/N: Alright, if you say so... I'll hold on to the keys first for now. Let me know when you're done, and I'll swing by to lock up.

G: Okie, thanks cher!

With that said, I left Giselle alone inside the control room and made my way back to my own office... all while feeling an urge starting to rise inside me.

Roughly three hours passed by since running into Giselle and as I checked my phone, there wasn't any messages from her to say that she was already done at the control room. Since I was leaving, I decided to swing by the control room first to check on her and also to lock up the room - I couldn't leave the school until the keys were returned and that wasn't happening anytime soon unless Giselle also left the school. Packing up and then grabbing my bag, I headed for the control room and Giselle.

Walking up the stairs leading to the control room, I noticed that the lights was already turned off and there was no signs of Giselle anywhere. Thinking that she might had left and forgotten to inform me about it, I went up to the door of the control room and was just about to lock it when I realised that the door was partly open. Knowing that Giselle isn't usually the kind to leave the control room door partly open (having seen her perform her duties a few times already), I pushed the door open and saw Giselle sitting on the chair, her head resting on the table... and there was the sound of soft snoring too. Holding back a laugh, I walked up to the sleeping girl and gently shook her.

Y/N: Giselle? Hey, Giselle. It's time to go, come on.

G: Mmmm... let me sleep... just a bit more...

Y/N: School's closing, I can't just leave you here. Come on now, we gotta go.

G: Mmmm.... later...

Letting out a soft sigh as I watched Giselle continue sleeping, my eyes started eyeing her from head to toe and something in me seemed to have be aroused. Perhaps unsure what exactly it was that I felt, I closed the door to the control room slowly and when that was done, I knelt besides Giselle and reached for her tits, gently squeezing them at the same time. As I gently played with her tits, Giselle began stirring from her sleep, and I quickly moved my hands away before she noticed what was going on... although by this point I felt the urge to do more with Giselle in the sexual sense.

G: Mmmm.. Cher...? Why are you...

Y/N: It's time to go, Giselle. I can't leave until i return the keys and I can't do that unless you leave as well, remember? The keys were drawn under my name.

G: R-Right... give me a minute..

As Giselle finally lifted her head off the table and let out a yawn, I turned on the lights to the control room and left the room, waiting outside while she proceeded to finish up whatever she was doing. As I waited for Giselle to finish, the softness of her tits, even if it was through her clothes, got me aroused and craving for more. But I didn't have long to think about it as Giselle exited the control room and asked me for the keys (to which I handed over to her) and locked the door. With the control room properly locked, Giselle and I made our way down to the general office to return the keys.

Coming out from the general office after returning the keys, I noticed Giselle waiting near the guard post and thinking that she might be waiting for a Grab or something, I walked up to her once again.

Y/N: You waiting for Grab, Giselle?

G: Yeap.. my parents aren't in the country at the moment, they went overseas with my sibling. So I'm thinking if I should call a Grab to go home or if I should take the bus instead..

Y/N: Ahh, I see... why not I send you back then? I drove to school today.

G: Eh? Would that be too much work for you, cher?

Y/N: Don't worry about it, I got the time. Just wait here while I drive the car around.

G: Alright, thanks cher!

Having convinced Giselle to ride along, I walked to my car and got in, starting the engine and rolling the windows down for ventilation. As I drove the car towards the guard post to pick up Giselle, an random image flashed across my mind: It was of me having sex with Giselle in the car. Although I knew full well that it was just an fantasized image, the thought of it alone got my dick aroused and slowly erecting in my pants. Thankfully it wasn't too obvious to Giselle, who opened the front passenger seat and got in. After making sure that she had buckled in her seatbelt properly, I drove the car towards her house, which was near the school.

Even though Giselle lived near the school, it still took me close to an hour to finally reach the carpark below her house. As I was focused on driving to her place, I failed to notice that Giselle had actually fallen asleep in the passenger seat so when I parked the car and turned my head in her direction, Giselle was already sound asleep and snoring softly. Thinking that I should wake her up, I bent towards Giselle and as I did so I caught a glimpse down her shirt, and the slight peek at her tits and bra turned me on once again. Without so much as an thought, I leaned in and gently kissed Giselle on the lips, my hand carefully touching and gently rubbing her tits through the shirt. it took me a moment to realise what I was doing and I quickly sat back properly; As soon as I sat back proper, Giselle stirred from her quick nap and rubbed her eyes sleepily, seemingly not aware of what I did to her just moments ago.

G: Where... oh, I-I'm home...

Y/N: You're awake. I was going to wake you up already.. you seem pretty tired, did you not sleep well?

G: Parents aren't home so.. I've been staying up late.. eheh..

Y/N: That's not good for you, Giselle.

G: Eheh... yes, cherrr... Thanks for sending me home too, cher.

Y/N: Don't worry about it. Be careful alright? I'll see you when school reopens.

Nodding her head sleepily, Giselle exited the car and I watched her go towards the lift lobby, my eyes fixated on her the whole time. After seeing that she had entered the lift, I drove off myself... but the feeling of her tits in my hand still lingered.

As I just drove out from the estate that Giselle was staying at, the sound of a phone ringing could be heard from within my car. Pulling over at the side of the road, I looked around my car: the ringtone I was hearing didn't belong to my phone, but it was coming from the front of the car. Looking to my side, I noticed a phone on the passenger seat, and the ringing was coming from it. Thinking that it could be Giselle's, I picked up the phone and answered the incoming call, which was made from an residential number.

Y/N: Yes, hello? Who is this?

???: Hello, cher? This is Giselle, I'm calling from my house number! Is my phone with you? I can't seem to find it..

Y/N: ... You're calling your own handphone, I'm the one answering it. Where'd you think your phone is at, Giselle???

G: Oh yeah, why did I even ask.. Cher, are you still nearby my block? Can I come get the phone from you?

Y/N: I left your block already but I'm still around the area. I can drive back and bring it to you.

It was at this point that an idea came to mind... although I wasn't sure what I wanted to make of it.

G: Oh, then I can meet you downstairs!

Y/N: OR I can just send it up to your unit, if that's okay with you... then you won't need to come down.

G: But would that be--- oh well, you're my teacher, and it's not like anything will happen. I'll send you my unit number. Thanks cher!

Shortly after she hung up the call, I received an text from Giselle that had her unit number on it. Making a U-turn at the first intersection, I drove back to the estate that Giselle lived at, parking my car at the carpark before getting off and heading to the lift lobby. While waiting for the lift to arrive I was still thinking of just how soft Giselle's tits was, how tender her lips was.. and the thoughts of it got me stiff in the pants again. It was also at this point that I remembered something that Giselle said back in school: Her parents weren't home, which meant she was the only one home. As the lift finally came down and the doors opened, I stepped inside and pressed the button for the floor that Giselle was staying at... all while starting to lust for her young body at the same time.

As the lift finally reached the floor which Giselle was staying at, I stepped out and turned to the right, only to see Giselle standing in front of me, herself still wearing the same clothes that she wore earlier in the day. The mere sight of Giselle still wearing the same clothes that I touched her in pushed my lust for her over the edge, but I kept my composure nonetheless.

Y/N: I didn't think you would meet me at the lift, Giselle.

G: No la, cher. I didn't want to trouble you to come right up to my house just to return my phone!

Y/N: Well since I'm already here I might as well walk you back to your house, if you don't mind.

G: Uh.. well I mean... sure, why not cher? What's the worst that could possibly happen?

With that said, Giselle led the way to her unit while I followed behind... the former completely unaware of what was about to happen during the rest of the day at her own home, in her own bed even...

Taking her keys out and opening the metal gate, Giselle led me into her house and closed the metal gate behind her, locking it in the process. Looking around the house, I sat down on the sofa in the living room while Giselle disappeared into the kitchen briefly before reappearing with a glass of water in her hand and passing it over to me. Taking the glass over from her, I took a sip from it and placed it down on the coffee-table in front of me, Giselle sitting down on an armchair besides the sofa.

Y/N: I gotta say, Giselle... your house is pretty spacious for an new estate. This is an 4-room unit right?

G: Yeap, more space means more room to move around and it's also good for air circulation!

Y/N: That's very true. So you and your sister, you each have your own room then? Or do you two share a room?

G: We have our own rooms! But sometimes she does come over to my room to sleep with me.. my bed can fit two people so it isn't an issue!

Y/N: I see...

G: *looks at the clock on the wall* Oh shoot.

Y/N: Something the matter?

G: Oh, not really. I just have something I need to do in the kitchen first. But if you're here then...

Y/N: Go ahead with what you need to do first, Giselle. I'll leave in a while.

G: Oh, okay then cher! I'll leave the metal gate unlocked, easier for you too!

Getting off the armchair, Giselle walked towards the main gate and unlocked it before heading back into the kitchen, from which I could hear the sound of the toilet door closing and the washing machine coming to life. Getting off the sofa, I went to the kitchen to make sure that Giselle was in the toilet and after confirming that she still was, headed for the main entrance, silently locking the metal gate and closing the wooden door in the process. Once the door was closed and deadlocked from the top, I made my way into one of the bedrooms hoping that it was Giselle's room I was entering... sure enough, the sight of Giselle's bag and school uniform in the room confirmed that I had indeed lucked out and picked her room.

Walking around the room, I stopped in front of Giselle's school uniform which she had left hanging by the window and taking it in my hands, sniffed it thoroughly. Though the uniform has been washed, the thought of Giselle wearing it and sweating in it got me turned on even more as the boner in my pants started to become unbearable. Hanging the uniform back to its original place, I then walked towards the wardrobe and slowly slid the door open, looking at all her clothes while at the same time picturing Giselle in every piece of it. As I ran my hands through her clothes, my eyes found what I was looking for: the undergarments that Giselle wears on the inside.

Taking out an beige-coloured bra and white panties from the wardrobe with one hand, I sniffed at her undergarments lustfully while my other hand unzipped my pants and yanked my boxers down briefly, my already rock-hard dick finally free from the confines of my boxers. Taking her bra in one hand and her panties in the other, I wrapped Giselle’s panties around my erection and began stroking my dick with it, moaning into the bra that was covering my mouth and nose as I continued sniffing the bra, with each sniff turning me more perverted by the second. Removing the bra from my mouth and wrapping it on my dick alongside her panties, my dick-stroking got faster and faster and it did not take long before I moaned silently as I ejaculated into her undergarments, shooting a thick load of cum onto them. As I let the lust and my dick subside from having just ejaculated into her undergarments, I looked through the rest of Giselle’s clothing and noticed something… peculiar inside her wardrobe.

Putting the cum-stained undergarments back into the wardrobe, I reached for the item that caught my attention and took it out; it was an egg vibrator, and it was wet to the touch too, a sign that it was used recently. As I looked at the egg vibrator, I failed to notice that Giselle had just came out from the kitchen toilet, and so when I turned around with vibrator in hand and dick exposed, I came face to face with Giselle who was just about to come into the room.

G: Strange, where did che— Aaaahhh!!! C-Cher, what are you doing in my room?!

Y/N: G-Giselle! This isn’t what you think…!

G: *looks at the vibrator in my hand, then at my exposed dick* W-Why are you going through my stuff and why is your… your dick out?!

Y/N: I-I can explain!! T-This…!

G: G-Get out! Now!!

Turning around, Giselle ran out of the hallway and into the living room, leaving me no choice but to chase after her. Tossing the vibrator back into the wardrobe, I quickly ran after Giselle with my dick still exposed. As I had applied the deadlock on the main wooden door as well as the main lock, Giselle struggled to get it open as I ran up behind her and in a state of panic, grabbed Giselle from behind and covered her mouth as I carried the struggling girl back into her own bedroom. Entering the bedroom, I threw Giselle onto her own bed and stood between her and the only way out, Giselle sitting up at once and looking at me with complete fear in her eyes. All while my dick was once again fully erect from having rubbed against her ass while I was grabbing her from behind.

G: C-Cher please…! What d-do you want from me?!

Y/N: Now that you caught me in the act… there is no point in trying to pretend anymore Giselle.

G: W-What do you mean by that, cher…?!

Y/N: Why don’t you make a guess… better yet, why don’t I show you?

G: S-Stay away..!! StaMMmmmpphhhh!!!!

With Giselle still in shock and fear of what’s about to happen, I quickly jumped onto the bed and in one single action, forced my dick straight into Giselle’s mouth, pushing it into her throat at the same time. Feeling her throat getting stuffed by my dick, Giselle tried to push me away but I placed both my hands on the top and back of her head respectively, making it nigh-impossible for her to move away from me at all. With my dick now firmly in her mouth, I began face-fucking and throat-fucking Giselle roughly and rapidly all at the same time, making sure that each thrust of my dick into her mouth would result in my dick going up and down her throat hard. Widening her eyes as I fucked her mouth and throat, Giselle started hitting against my thighs as she desperately tried to breathe with my manhood violating her mouth but her attempts at resisting only fueled my lust for her even more, holding her head firmly in place as I began to face-fuck and throat-fuck her so hard that Giselle started rolling her eyes back, the sound of her gagging stiffening my already-stiff dick even more, the pressure and urge to unload in her mouth rapidly building up.

Y/N: Giselle, I’m gonna cum in your mouth soon!! Get ready, Giselle!!

G: Ugkkkguuugkkk!!! Hghkkkk!!!

Y/N: Swallow it all, Giselle! Cumming—FUCK!! 

G: MMMMMMPPPHHHFFGGGG!!!!! MMMMMM!!! 

Continuing to face-fuck and throat-fuck while firmly holding her head in place with both my hands, I let out a loud groan of pleasure and relief as I forced most of my dick down Giselle’s throat, unloading a massive load of hot, thick cum down her airway and in the process overfilling her mouth as well. Feeling the sudden burst of hot cum gushing down her throat, Giselle widened her eyes as she futilely attempted to push me away from her but with my hands still firmly holding her head in place, all Giselle could do at this point was to swallow as much of my cum as she could before gagging hard once again. Feeling her gagging, I pulled my dick out from her throat and watched as Giselle quickly got off the bed on her fours and began coughing roughly, spitting out whatever bits of cum that was still in her mouth onto the floor while also breathing and panting hard. 

Y/N: For someone your age, Giselle... you surprise me with how tight your mouth is. 

G: *coughs hard, saliva drooling onto the floor* W-Why, cher..?! W-Why do this to me...?! 

Y/N: No particular reason, other than the fact that I want to feel every part of your maturing body. 

Standing over the now-trembling Giselle, I pulled her up on her feet by the arms before roughly shoving her onto the messy bed, Giselle shouting in pain at how rough I was with her and subsequently getting as far away from me as possible by crawling towards the bed board. Seeing that she had nowhere to run to, I crawled onto the bed towards Giselle and grabbed of her legs, pulling her roughly towards me in the process. Taking the opportunity, Giselle swiftly kicked me in the chest, causing me to let go of her and wince in pain as she quickly ran out of the room and towards the main door. Groaning in pain, I quickly got up and ran after Giselle only to see her struggling to open the door that I had already deadbolted. Unaware that I was now standing behind her, Giselle continued her feeble attempts at opening the door. 

G: Why isn’t this door opening..?! Da—C-Cher wait please!!! 

Y/N: COME HERE YOU BITCH!! 

Not wanting to waste time with Giselle, I swiftly grabbed her around the waist and instead of dragging her back into her bedroom, I dragged Giselle to the sofa in the living room and threw her onto it roughly, Giselle wincing in pain as she landed on the sofa. Now standing over her, I got onto the sofa and on top of Giselle and began kissing any part of her that was within reach, from her face and cheeks down to her neck, Giselle squirming and crying at the same time as she tried to push me off her to no avail. As I continue kissing her, my hands began touching the rest of her body that I couldn’t kiss just yet, specifically between her legs and her tits, which only made Giselle squirm and cry even harder.  

G: P-Please let me go, cher!!!! I don’t want this!!! 

Y/N: There’s no way I’m... giving up this kind of opportunity, Giselle! Get ready now, I’m going to kick things up a notch, just for you! 

G: N-NOOO!!! PLEASE!!! HEL--MMMGHHKKK!!!!! 

Pinning her down on the sofa, I reached for the hems of Giselle’s skirt and panties and roughly tore it off her, fiercely kissing her on the lips in the process as Giselle widened her eyes even more at how rough I was and moaning into the kiss at the same time. With her shaven pussy now in complete view and with my body still on top of her, I push my middle and ring fingers into her pussy and began fingering her pussy roughly, Giselle moaning even louder into the kiss as her body started rocking back and forth as a result, her pussy getting not only wetter with each thrust of my fingers, but also tighter at the same time.  

Breaking the kiss apart and getting off her while my fingers continue working on her pussy, I knelt besides the moaning Giselle and attacked her tits, sucking on it while also licking her nipples at the same time, causing Giselle to involuntarily arc her back as she moaned and screamed loudly, her face turning redder and redder. 

Y/N: I can feel your pussy tightening around my fingers already, Giselle. Are you feeling the urge to release already? 

G: *between moans of discomfort and crying* N-NO PLEASE CHERR!!! S-STOP THISSS!!! MMMAAAAHHHH!!! 

Y/N: You have quite the voice, Giselle. I want to hear more of it.. here I go!! 

G: W-WEIRDDD!!!! AAAAHHHHHHH!!! I-IT’S COMINGGG!! COMING!!!! 

Sucking her tits roughly once again, I began fingering Giselle’s pussy at an increased pace and, moaning as loud as she possibly could, Giselle arched her back once more as her pussy rapidly tightened around my fingers, her body shaking and convulsing uncontrollably as she stared squirting hard onto the sofa, wetting it completely within seconds while Giselle’s pussy continued squirting away, her eyes rolled back by this point. Seeing the sight, I quickly pulled my fingers out of her pussy and, doing something I don’t usually do, quickly moved my head between her legs and sucked on her orgasming pussy as hard as I could, my tongue licking her pussy quickly at the same time. As she was still orgasming, Giselle squirted the rest of her love juices into my mouth, which I promptly swallowed as I could feel my dick aching to get in her. 

Y/N: Mmmmm you taste so fucking good, Giselle! I can’t get enough of your pussy! 

G: M-Make it stop pl-please… I-I can’t… no more… 

Y/N: We’re now reaching the main event, Giselle. And here it is! 

G: N-No moreAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!! IT HURTS!!!!! 

Adjusting her now such that her upper body would still be laying on the sofa, I grabbed hold of Giselle by the legs and getting in between her legs, I shoved my rock-hard dick straight into her sore pussy, Giselle screaming loudly in pain as I then began thrusting my dick in and out of her pussy roughly, blood trickling down at the same time as a sign of her hymen and virginity broken. With my own mind going blank as a result of just how tight Giselle was despite having just orgasmed, I pounded my dick into her pussy rougher and rougher and it didn’t take long before I was raping Giselle in the mating press position while my dick fully pushed its way into her womb, a bulge clearly forming at her stomach. On Giselle’s part, she could only arch her back as she screamed and moaned loudly while also crying at the same time, the insides of her pussy quickly tightening around my dick every time I slam it into her womb. 

G: I-IT HURTS!! CHER TAKE IT OUT PLEAAAAAASSSSSSEEEE!!! AAAAHHHHH!! 

Y/N: Your pussy’s so fucking tight, Giselle!! It’s sucking my dick deeper and deeper into your womb each time... I fucking pound it into you!! Oh god I’m gonna fill you up with so much cum, Giselle!!! 

G: N-NOOOO!! NOT IN MEEEE!!!! CHERR!!! MMAAAHHHH!!!!! 

Y/N: Get ready, Giselle!! Here I go!! 

G: AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!! 

As Giselle continued moaning and screaming and begging for me to pull out from her pussy, I pressed her legs down towards her face even further as I impaled her womb with dick, going balls-deep with every single thrust into her pussy. And with how tight her insides were starting to tighten up and with the pressure also beginning to rapidly build up from my dick, I began sucking and licking at Giselle’s tits and nipples roughly as my dick continued hitting against the back of her womb while Giselle rolled her eyes back as she could only moan and scream loudly in pain and pleasure.  

It didn’t take too long of me continuously pounding her pussy and womb before I let out a loud groan of relief as I slammed my dick roughly and all the way into Giselle’s womb, hitting against the back of it as I unloaded a massive load of cum directly into her young baby-making room. As the hot cum gushed out and quickly filled her womb up, Giselle arched her back fully and let out silent moans and screams as the insides of her pussy swiftly tightened itself around my dick and her body started orgasming hard, squirting even harder than the first-time round, her pussy juices further wetting the sofa that she was on and a puddle of her juices forming by my legs. Seeing this, I smirked and slowly pulled my dick out of Giselle’s trembling body and watched the poor slut slide off the sofa and onto the floor, her pussy squirting the last of her orgasm away while her face was red and wet from her own tears, cum now leaking out from her pussy  

Y/N: Fuck, Giselle... your young womb squeezed so much cum from me, it’s practically overfilled.  

G: W-Why... why cher... why... me...  

Y/N: Such a tight pussy, and a body that turns me on every time I see you... why wouldn’t I want to violate you and shoot my seed into your body, Giselle? But enough talking for now... I still want to feel more of you.  

G: P-Please cher... stop... I can’t take... anymoreeeeeaaaahhh!!!! I-IT HURTS!!!! 

Pulling her up on her fours with her head resting against the sofa, I got behind Giselle and with my dick still half-erect and coated in her pussy juices, I forced my way into her ass, Giselle widening her eyes and screaming in pain as she felt her anal love hole getting thoroughly and forcibly spread open by my meat. As soon as i shoved as much of my dick into her ass as possible, I began fucking and slapping Giselle’s ass as roughly as I could with one hand while my other hand reached for her tits from behind and began groping them hard. Feeling my dick violate her ass and her tits getting groped and squeezed, Giselle could only moan and scream in pain as I soon began thrusting my dick in and out of her ass harder and harder, taking my hand away from her tits and now finger-fucking her pussy all at the same time. 

G: AAAAAAHHHH! PLEASEEE!!! N-NO MORE NO MOREE!!!! CHERRR!!!! 

Y/N: I’m gonna fucking...!! Paint your insides throughly with my cum Giselle!!! So fucking tight!!!  

G: N-NOO!!!! NOT IN MEEEAAAAAHH!!!! 

Y/N: Cumming, Giselle!! CUMMING!!! FUCK!! 

G: NOOOOOOO!!!!!! 

Placing one hand on her waist while continuing to pump my dick balls-deep into her ass and my other hand finger-fucking her pussy rougher and faster, coupled with Giselle screaming and begging for me to stop, it didn’t take long for my dick to unload another load of thick hot cum, this time directly into Giselle’s ass. Feeling the sudden gush of hot cum filling up her ass, Giselle threw her head back, screaming and moaning loudly at the same time as her pussy tightened its walls around my fingers, her body trembling once again before orgasming harder than ever before, squirting once again onto the puddles of her own pussy juice that had already formed from earlier. Thrusting my dick into her ass one final time and dumping the last of my seed in her, I slowly pulled out from Giselle’s sore anal hole and watched gleefully as Giselle collapsed back onto the floor, curling up into the fetal position and bawling uncontrollably as cum began leaking out from her now-violated ass. As Giselle continued to bawl on the floor, I went back to her room and came out a short while later, pointing my phone at her, taking pictures of her violated self along with videoing her naked and up-close. After taking enough photos and videos of Giselle, I pulled and dragged her off to the kitchen toilet, and from there I violated Giselle all over again, this time making sure that my phone recorded everything live... and since Giselle’s family wasn’t coming back anytime soon I chose to stay overnight, and Giselle had simply gave up the notion of escaping at this point.

As the sun rose and a new day began, I headed down to the carpark with Giselle’s house keys in hand and got into my car, driving off towards the nearby market to duplicate another set of her house keys. As for Giselle, she was lying down fully naked in her own bed, which was thoroughly soaked with our love juices, cum leaking out from her holes and mouth, her eyes rolled back and dried streaks of tears covering her face as Giselle got violated again and again by me throughout the night with only a few moments of rest in between. 

In the following days to come before her family came back, I made it a point to visit Giselle at home, and the day would normally end with me violating her throughout the day and into the late of night as well, this time using a ball gag to keep her quiet during the violations. Even when school reopened, I made sure that Giselle would always tell her parents that she didn’t need to be picked up from school as she would be ending school late, but the truth was that Giselle was in fact leaving school early and heading to the nearby carpark where I would be waiting for her with my car, and from the moment she got on, Giselle would be forced to pleasure my dick while I drove the car to an remote location that had little human traffic, and from there I would simply violate her in the car for hours before sending her home, cum steadily leaking from her pussy and ass, her mouth and throat filled with the taste of my cum.

[erotica-fanatism]

Neighbourhood Service

Working as a repairman, I’ve been to the homes of many people and have seen all kinds of problems that required my services. From working as an employee to eventually starting my own servicing company, the road thus far hasn’t been the easiest. Nonetheless, I thoroughly enjoyed helping customers repair their items. But there was one specific customer that, to this date, I would never forget and would still occasionally drop by. Sometimes I would drop by to fix some stuff for free. But other times, I would drop by... to simply fuck her brains out. 

Since starting my own repairs company, my office was situated at home and unless there was a call for my services, I’d usually stay at home to do up paperwork for past and upcoming repair appointments. The estate I stayed in comprises of a few blocks of flats, and given when the estate was built, it was somewhat run-down. Most of the original occupants in the estate had long moved out, with only a handful of elderly folks still living in the estate. Though, not all the residents still staying in this estate were elderly folk. The unit that is directly opposite my unit was occupied by a young lady in her mid 20s, but we had never actually interacted with each other much as the lady usually darted out of her house quickly as soon as she saw the main door to my house open. That was all about to change, however. 

It was a scorching Saturdya afternoon, and as I was sitting in the study doing up some paperwork, a knock on the door reached my ears. Stopping whatever I was currently doing, I walked out from the study and headed for the main door and opened it, a lady coming into view. Wearing a green top and grey shorts, she looked at me and smiled shyly as though she was embarrassed for even knocking on my door. As I smiled back at her in response, my eyes couldn’t help but wander down towards her green top, which was doing a rather poor job of concealing her cleavage, the sight of which got me slightly interested in whatever it was that she needed help with. 

Y/N: Yes, can I help you with anything, uh...? 

J: H-Hi! My name’s Jazlyn, your neighbour from the opposite unit. I heard from some of the folks here that you’re a repairman...? 

Y/N: That’s correct. Why, do you have something that needs to be fixed? 

J: Uhm... so the AC kind of isn’t working. Wondering if that’s something you can fix...? 

Y/N: The AC, huh... I can check it out for you. But no promises that I can fix it with the tools I have right now. Give me a while, I’ll come over to your unit. 

J: Alright, thanks so much! 

Giving me a smile, Jazlyn turned and headed back to the unit opposite mine, leaving the door slightly open for me. As I watched her return to her own flat, I couldn’t help but wonder how good it would feel if I got the chance to fuck her even once. Pushing that thought to the back of my mind for now, I went into the storeroom where I kept my tools and grabbed a few items before heading over to Jazlyn’s unit. 

Entering her apartment, I was somewhat caught aback by the stuffiness in the apartment: Not saying that it was just hot, but because of how the unit was positioned on the floor, most of the scorching afternoon sun would fill the apartment up fast and without any air-conditioning, it would not take long for the unit to become a walk-in oven. Trying my best to work with the stuffiness, I headed for the service yard at the back of the apartment where the AC compressor was found and sure enough, Jazlyn was also standing there with her back turned towards me and standing in front of the window, unaware that I was standing right behind her. 

As I stood silently behind her, perverted notions started running in my mind. Since the AC was down throughout the whole house, the both of us were already sweating quite a fair bit, and the sweat made Jazlyn so much more desirable. The thought of fucking her like a whore slowly crept into my mind, but I maintained my composure and cleared my throat, myself unaware that a bulge was starting to form in my pants. 

Y/N: Is this where the AC compressor is, Jazlyn? 

J: E-Eep!! *jumps in shock and turns around* Y-You scared me, Y/N.. Yeap, the compressor’s right here. I can hear it running, but the AC isn’t blowing out any cold air... 

Y/N: Might be a gas issue. Let me check and I’ll see if I can fix this. I’ll try to be quick. 

J: Sure thing... in the meantime I’ll be in the living room if you need me for anything. Thanks again, Y/N. Let me know how much I need to pay you afterwards! 

Nodding her head in thanks, Jazlyn turned and headed back out to the living room while I laid my tools down and began working on the compressor. As I took out the necessary tools, I turned to peek at Jazlyn, who by this point had sat down on the sofa and facing in my direction, though she was still unaware that I was looking at her.  

About an hour or so passed by, and by this time the heat had become close to unbearable around the house. Luckily for me, I was working at the window so I managed to withstand the heat. Looking at the compressor, I sighed as it was a lost cause, and I didn’t have the required parts on hand right now too. Packing up my tools, I headed out to the living room hoping to inform Jazlyn about the current situation, but when I walked to the sofa, Jazlyn was already laying down on the sofa, seemingly sound asleep.  

Slowly approaching the sleeping Jazlyn, I looked at her from head to toe, my eyes slowly fixated on her sweating tits. The more I stared at her, the harder it was to push back the same perverted thoughts that was already in my mind from the moment I stepped into her house. And it didn’t also help that the glistening sweat on her tits urged me to just fuck her right on the sofa itself. Giving in to the devil in my mind, I quietly placed my tools down by the door before going back to the sofa and kneeling beside Jazlyn, my hands gently touching her thighs to see if she responded. After getting no response from her, I bent over her and started kissing her neck gently, my hands now slowly slipping beneath her top and shorts at the same time. 

One hand now on her tits, I began squeezing and rubbing each tit gently, at the same time also undoing the lace bra that was in the way. But as I began fondling with her tits, Jazlyn began stirring and right at that moment, my other hand was already between her legs, my fingers rubbing against her pussy through the panties that she wore.  

J: N-Ngh... what’s... going on...? 

Y/N: *whispering to myself* Fuck, your tits are so big, Jazlyn.. 

J: Wha.. H-Hey, what are you doing, Y/N..?! 

Y/N: Oh shit!! 

Panicking, I quickly stood up and forcefully dragged Jazlyn off the sofa and into one of the two bedrooms, pushing her in as I kicked the door closed behind me. Crawling over to the other side of the bed, Jazlyn looked at me in horror as I turned to look at her, the perverted urge to fuck her taking over me. Seeing that she had nowhere to run, I rushed towards Jazlyn just as she tried to jump across the bed, catching and pinning her down to the bed. 

J: W-Wait, what are you going to do...?! 

Y/N: Isn’t it obvious yet, Jazlyn? What do you think? 

J: W-Wait, I don’t want something like thi—N-NO!!!!! 

Still atop Jazlyn on the bed, I grabbed hold of her top with both hands and with a lustful look on my face, ripped the top and her bra off her completely, Jazlyn screaming in fear as her tits, which is an ample D-size, and nipples laid bare before me. Ignoring her screams and pleas, I moved myself down to between her legs and bent down towards her tits and nipples, taking turns to suck on her tits hard while one hand fondled them roughly and my other hand slipped past her panties and began fingering her shaved pussy hard. Feeling not only her tits and nipples getting violated but also her pussy, Jazlyn burst out in tears as she futilely tried to push me away but was unable to do so. 

J: MMmmaaaaaaahhhh!!! P-Please no, stop please...!!! MMmmm!!!!!!! 

Y/N: Your pussy’s starting to get wet, your nipples are stiff in my mouth... I’m gonna make you cum like you’ve never cummed before, Jazlyn...! 

J: Aaaaahhhh!!! N-NO PLEASEEE!!!! 

J: Aaaaa, aaaahh...!!! P-Please don’t shoot in me..!!! Mmmmaaaahhhh too bigggg!!!! 

Y/N: Oh fuck oh fuck, your pussy’s fucking tight Jazlyn!!! Your virginity’s gone just like that!!! Fuck, I’m gonna fuck you like a whore!!! 

J: Mmmmmaaaaaahhhh!!!! P-Please stopppp!!!! Mmmmmm!!!! Y-You're too biggg!!!! I’m breaking I’m breakinggg!!! 

Y/N: Getting... tighter...!! Fuck you, bitch!!! 

J: AAAAAHHHHHHH!!! N-NO!!!! TOO HARD TOO HAAAAAAARDDD!!! 

Pressing both her legs down into the mating-press position, I began ramming my dick in and out of Jazlyn’s pussy harder, each thrust penetrating her virgin womb as I resumed sucking and groping on her tits like a savage. Arching her back and screaming in pain, Jazlyn continued to scream for me to stop, but the more she screamed the harder I screwed her pussy. It didn’t take too long as well before I felt the urge to cum. Soon, i could clearly feel the pressure quickly building up and I let go of her tits and nipples, now completely focused on giving Jazlyn her first-ever creampie. Placing both my hands on her legs and pushing it further down in the mating-press position, I started fucking her pussy even harder and faster, her insides also beginning to swiftly tighten up around my dick as Jazlyn began screaming and moaning loudly as I now kissed and sucked on her neck hard. 

Y/N: I’m going to cum, Jazlyn!!! Your pussy’s so fucking tight!!! Cumming, cumming!!! 

J: MMMMMMAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! N-NOT INSIDE NOT INSIDE MEEEEEE!!! PLEASEEEE!!!!! 

Y/N: Fuck, cumming Jazlyn!!! CUMMING IN YOU!!!! 

J: NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MMMMMMMMMM!!!!!! 

Y/N: CUMMING!!! FUUUUUCK!!! 

J: AAAAAAHHHH!!!! 

Pulling my dick out briefly before slamming my dick balls-deep straight into her womb, I groaned loudly as I felt my dick unload its first load of thick hot cum into her womb. As soon as the load of cum gushed into her womb, Jazlyn rolled her eyes back and let out a silent scream as her pussy, having felt cum for the first time, quickly tightened its walls around my dick and Jazlyn’s body convulsed before orgasming hard, squirting all over me and the bed we were on. Groaning in pleasure as I felt her insides tighten up, I suckled on Jazlyn’s tits and nipples before forcefully kissing her on the lips, to which Jazlyn weakly moaned back unwillingly. 

After a brief moment, I slowly pulled my dick out from Jazlyn’s overfilled pussy and as I do so, Jazlyn let out soft moans of discomfort as she feebly closed her legs together, tears running down her face as she began sobbing on the bed, mumbling to herself as to why this happened to her. Leaving her be, I quickly got dressed and headed out of her house, but not before taking a few photos of her naked and violated body with my phone. Once I had my fill of her nudes, I returned to my apartment thinking that it was the last time I would hear from Jazlyn... or so I thought. 

A few days had passed after my raping of Jazlyn and as usual I was sitting at my home minding my own business when I heard a knock at the front door. Not thinking too much of it, I went to the front door and opened it... only to come face to face with Jazlyn, who was wearing a beige button-up top and blue FBT shorts. Somewhat surprised that she would come to my apartment again, I looked at her for a good while before either one of us spoke. 

Y/N: Do you... need something from me, Jazlyn? 

J: ... I need help with something... Can... you come over to take a look...? 

Y/N: You want me to come over to your house again?  

J: Y-You're the nearest repairman around here... so yes. I... need your help with something else, just come over when you’re ready... 

Without even waiting for me to respond, Jazlyn turned around and quickly headed back into her apartment, leaving the front door and metal gate wide open. Somewhat unsure of what to make of this, I grabbed my toolbox and headed over to her unit, making sure to close the door behind me as I do. 

Looking around the apartment as I entered, there wasn’t signs of Jazlyn anywhere. Thinking that she might be in the service yard, I headed there but still didn’t see any signs of her. Puzzled as to what she needed me to fix and where she was, I turned around and was just about to shout for her, before I stepped back in shock: wearing a black low-cut dress that didn’t do much in terms of covering her cleavage, Jazlyn was on her knees looking up at me. Confused as to what the hell she was doing, I stood on the spot and looked at her, my eyes slowly darting to the deep cleavage. 

Y/N: Jazlyn, what are you doing? 

J: ... I want it... 

Y/N: You want... what? 

J: T-This... 

Crawling closer towards me on her knees, Jazlyn grabbed the hems of my pants and slowly pulled it down along with my boxers, freeing my limp dick from its confines. Still looking up at me, she then held my dick in her hands and began stroking it slowly as she adjusted herself, rubbing my balls with her cleavage while maintaining eye contact with me the whole time. Letting out soft moans, I ran my hand through her hair and briefly grabbed a fistful of it as I rubbed her face against my balls. Moaning at how I grabbed her hair, Jazlyn continued stroking my dick which was getting half-erect by now as I motioned her to go to the living room, which she nodded quietly. As Jazlyn got up and turned to walk towards the living room, I suddenly grabbed her by the waist from behind with one arm, while my free hand went under her dress and began groping her ass. 

J: H-Hey, you said living room..!! Mmm...! 

Y/N: Does it matter? You offered yourself up, now I get to do whatever I want with you. 

J: Aaaahhnn... w-wait... 

Y/N: Wait? You may be able to wait, but I’m not going to. 

J: W-Waaaiiit!!! Mmmmm!!! 

Moving from the kitchen and towards the sofa, I bent Jazlyn forward so that she was holding onto the sofa as I proceeded to flip the dress up, revealing that she wasn’t wearing any panties at all beneath. Slapping her asscheeks hard and hearing Jazlyn moan loudly while turning her head back, I moved one hand down between her legs, and began finger-fucking her pussy with three fingers. Feeling my fingers violate her pussy, Jazlyn moaned loudly as her hands tightly held onto the sofa in front of her. 

J: Mmmaaaahhh!! Your fingers... so deep...!!! 

Y/N: Someone’s pussy is already wet and sloppy, and that’s just from my fingers... what if I put my dick in hmm? 

J: *turns her head back and moans loudly* P-Please...!!! 

Y/N: If that’s what you want then sure, I’ll rape you once again like I did the first time. 

J: Yesyesyes--- Fuuuuck!!! Y-Your dick’s too big already!!!!! 

During the time that I was violating Jazlyn’s pussy with my fingers, my dick had fully erected from all the moaning that she was doing, and as soon as she said “Please”, I quickly took my fingers out from her pussy and rammed my fully erect dick straight into her pussy, the head shoving its way into her womb as I began pounding her pussy doggy-style, my hands on her hips and occasionally slapping her ass hard. Feeling just how deep my dick had not only stuffed her pussy full of it but at the time her womb was also getting fucked, Jazlyn threw her head back and screamed lustfully, moving her hips in tandem with the relentless pussy-pounding that she was getting from my dick. 

Y/N: Fuck, Jazlyn!! Your pussy’s still so fucking tight even after so long!!! Mmm yess I’m going to make sure your pussy remembers how this feels! 

J: Mmmmmaaaaaaahhhh!!! So big so biggg!!!! I’m breaking I’m breaking!!! 

Grabbing her hair from behind and pulling her head back, I continued smashing my pelvis against her ass as roughly as I could, Jazlyn moaning out loudly while at the same time sticking her tongue out as though she was a bitch in heat, moving her hips in tandem with my pounding of her pussy. As the two of us continued moaning and groaning, I could feel the pressure rapidly build up around my dick and thus let go of her hair, placing both hands once again firmly on her hips as I now started thrusting my dick in and out of her pussy harder and faster, each time also slapping her ass hard. Feeling the shift in tempo, Jazlyn tried to move her hips in tandem while at the same time moaning louder and louder, but soon she simply let me take control as she gripped onto the sofa ever so tightly, letting out screams of pleasure and euphoria as she felt her pussy wrapping itself around my dick. 

J: I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cummm!!!! Mmmmm!!!! Fuuuuucckkkk!!!! 

Y/N: Cumming, Jazlyn! Gonna... shoot it in you...!!! 

J: Mmmmm!!!! Cumming cumming!!! Mmmmm!!! 

Y/N: FUCK!!! JAZLYN!!! 

J: YESSSS!!!!! CUM IN MEEE!!! 

Slapping her ass-cheeks as hard as possible before placing both hands back on her hips, I pulled my dick out from Jazlyn’s pussy briefly before slamming it right back in, penetrating all the way deep into her womb and unloading an massive load of thick hot cum in her baby room, myself groaning loudly in pleasure and relief as I pulled Jazlyn’s hips as close towards me as possible. As soon as she felt my cum gush into her womb, Jazlyn let out a loud scream of euphoria as her pussy quickly tightened around my dick as her body convulsed, orgasming hard and squirting all over the floor, Jazlyn lowering her head onto the headrest of the sofa, panting hard as her pussy continued to tighten around my dick. Panting myself, I slowly pulled my dick out from her pussy while slapping her ass each time, Jazlyn turning her head to look at me lustfully, her eyes slowly falling onto my dick that is still erect and covered in our love juices. 

J: Y-Your... dick is still so fucking hard... god... 

Y/N: On your knees, you pig. 

J: Y-Yes... 

Turning around, Jazlyn got down on her knees and looked up at my dick which was hovering above her. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I roughly shoved my dick into her mouth and began face-fucking her hard, causing Jazlyn to gag hard as my dick started going down her throat too.  

Y/N: Your mouth and throat’s so fucking good, Jazlyn... fuck I just want to use your mouth like a second pussy too, you dirty bitch.. 

J: M-Mmmppffggghhh....!! 

Y/N: Stop complaining and start sucking like a good slut, Jazlyn. 

J: M-Mmmm...!!! 

Letting go of her hair and holding her head in place with one hand as I continued to pump my dick in and out of her mouth, I used my other hand to pull at Jazlyn’s dress. Seemingly knowing what it was that I want, Jazlyn quickly pulled her dress down completely, exposing her D-cup tits to me. The sight of her tits fully exposed turned me on even more as I pulled my dick out from her mouth and sat down on the sofa, all while dragging Jazlyn by the hair as well behind me. Sitting down on the sofa, I was surprised at what unfolded next: Kneeling between my legs, Jazlyn took my dick in her mouth once again and began deepthroating it as hard as she could, all while sandwiching my dick between her tits and tit-jobbing me at the same time. 

Moaning at just how comfortable her tits was making me feel, I started fondling her rack, my fingers gently pinching and pulling at her nipples which were already very stiff by now. Feeling her tits and nipples getting played with, Jazlyn moaned with my dick still fucking her throat, and I instinctively pushed her head down as I could feel the pressure building up steadily. 

Y/N: I’m gonna cum down your fucking throat soon, Jazlyn... fuck, keep going... *continues pushing her head down my dick* 

J: M-Mmmmm!!!!! Mmmmmmppppffffghhhh!!!! 

Y/N: That’s it, you bitch... make me cum in your throat like you want it... Oooh fuck I can feel it, Jazlyn...!! Get ready...! 

J: MMMMMMM!!!!!!!  

Y/N: Here it--- FUCK!!! 

J: MMMMMMMM!!!!!!! 

Now placing both hands on the back of her head, I pushed her head down all the way as my dick shoved into her throat, and with a loud groan I unloaded another massive load of cum directly down her throat and into her stomach. Feeling the warm gushing of my cum down her throat, Jazlyn widened her eyes as she started swallowing and pushing my cum down into her stomach as fast as she could without running out of air. After a good long while, I eventually popped my dick out from her mouth as Jazlyn coughed hard, a saliva trail visible from her lips to my dick. Despite having just cummed in her throat, my dick was still fully erect merely at the sight of her being completely naked from the top, and I pulled Jazlyn up onto the sofa so that she was facing me, and spread her legs wide open before standing between them. 

Y/N: We’re not done yet, Jazlyn... now I’m going to fuck your pussy one more time, and I’ll make you scream and moan and beg me to stop. 

J: W-Wait... haa... I-I need to catch my breath first...  

Y/N: I’m not waiting around. 

J: P-PleeaaaaaassaaaaahhhH!!!!! S-SO BIGG!!! 

Tired of hearing Jazlyn ask for a break, I held onto her legs and with one rough push, shoved my dick right back into that same pussy which I had creampied earlier, this time shoving straight into her womb, a bulge now visible at her stomach. Feeling the big girth of my dick penetrating her womb, Jazlyn arched her back and screamed loudly as I then began pounding in and out of her womb roughly with my eretion, with each inward thrust hitting against the back of her womb hard. As I continued pounding Jazlyn’s pussy and womb, I also began sucking on her tits and nipples, which in turn made Jazlyn scream and moan even louder as she dug her nails into my bac, her eyes rolling back as her face quickly became one of euphoria and want. 

J: Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!! So deep so deeeeeppp!!! 

Y/N: I’m hitting your womb, Jazlyn! Do you feel it?! 

J: Mmmmm yesyesyesyesyessssss!!!!! Deep inside!!!!! Aaaaaahhhhhhhnnnn!!! 

Y/N: I’m going to spray it all into your womb!!! I’m gonna knock you up for good this time, Jazlyn!!!! 

J: AAaaahhhhhhh!!! Mmmmmmmm!!!! 

Pounding my dick harder into her womb, I began sucking on Jazlyn’s tits and nipples as hard as I could, licking and biting down on her perky nipples as Jazlyn moaned and screamed the loudest that I’ve ever heard her do so, the insides of her pussy already squeezing my dick tightly with every thrust into her womb that I make with my dick. With my dick hitting the deepest parts of her womb despite having just cummed in her mouth not too long ago, I started making out with Jazlyn on the sofa, the two of us kissing each other messily while at the same time sucking on the other’s tongue fervently. 

As the two of us continued making out on the sofa as my dick continues fucking and tearing her womb apart, I could feel the pressure building up once again, this time stronger than ever. Breaking apart from kissing Jazlyn, I began sucking on her neck hard as I ploughed my dick rougher and harder into her baby-making room, as with Jazlyn moaning and screaming at the top of her lungs, I plunged my meat balls-deep into her pussy, groaning and sucking on her neck as hard as possible while my dick unloaded one final, massive load of cum into her womb and pussy, quickly filling it to the brim. Feeling her insides getting filled up with my warm seed, Jazlyn’s pussy tightened itself once again around my dick as her body convulsed and she orgasmed hard, squirting even more pussy juice and spraying it everywhere, her eyes completely rolled back by this point, her sanity completely lost to the euphoria and lust as she now began moving her own hips, pulling me down towards her as the two of us made out once again, and I soon began thrusting my dick in and out of her pussy and womb once again. It didn’t take long before Jazlyn and I was fucking each other, or rather I was fucking her, all over her apartment. And when that got bored, I carried Jazlyn over to my apartment and I resumed fucking her like a free-use prostitute for the rest of the day. 

In the following days, Jazlyn would move into my apartment and the two of us would fuck each other daily, with each session ending in Jazlyn getting covered in cum from head to toe, while her holes get filled to the brim with my seed. 

[totemstones]

OTW

*everything's fictional

‘Chauffeur, when will we arrive?’

‘I-I don’t know. Traffic is really really bad’

‘Aw shit.. When will the event start, manager?’

‘About 20 minutes, Yujinnie… But we can’t be late’

‘Fuck!’

Yujin and you, as her manager, are stuck in traffic on the way to Yujin’s big event. The traffic has been frozen for 10 minutes now, and there are 20 minutes left before the event starts. This would have been one of her biggest projects to date. You looked out the car window, trying to find a way to run to the event. But unfortunately, the cars are surrounding on both sides, which means that you couldn't bring her outside to run. Yujin started to feel anxious in the car that she wouldn’t make it in time.

‘We definitely couldn’t make it, manager’

‘Calm down, Yujinnie… I will try to call them and tell them to delay the event. I think they can see this traffic jam and understand us. Give me a sec’

You decide to call the event organizer to delay the event for more minutes. Sadly, the organizer didn’t answer your phone. You were trying several times, but no responses from them. Then, while you keep trying to call them, you hear something beside you. 

‘Ahhhh… Fuck…. Shit….’

When you decide to look at it, it makes you feel shocked.

‘Yujinnie! What are you doing?!?!??!’  

‘Just trying to calm myself down… Ahh…’

‘Y-You can’t!!! What if someone sees it?’

‘So what? I will say that this is the way to relax myself’

When you turn your head, you see Yujin start to fingering under her blue skirt. She also undoes her strap down, revealing her roundly breasts with pink titties. Yujin keeps fondling her tits and vagina. You see her doing it and try not to pay attention to her to focus on your thing, just let her do it as her relief like she said.  

‘Ahh… Ahhhh…. Fuck…. Fuck me…. Oohhhhh…. Shit!’

The atmosphere in the car was now filled with her moans. Her raspy deep voice on the moan makes the ambiance more intense. Both you and the chauffeur didn’t look at her, leaving her doing it. But Yujin does it louder, making her moan sounds like a groan. 

‘AHHHHH!!!! FUCK!!.... FUCK ME!!!! AHHHH!!!!!! I’M GONNA CUM’

While she gets louder, you finally get a call from the organizer. You think to yourself why they have to call at the bad time, by the event’s main guest fingering besides you. 

‘Hello, I’m sorry that I didn't call you back. I saw the call history. I’m sorry… So, what’s the problem??’

‘Ummmm… We are stuck in a traffic jam right now. So i would like to-’

‘Hey, I’ll be right back. I got a call. I’ll call you back’

*hangs up

Unfortunately, the organizer quickly hangs up your phone. You think that they might be busy right now because of the crowded noise from the other side. Now you feel hopeless that Yujin would’ve missed the big event. You start looking at the ceiling with disappointment, murmuring about this traffic jam. Then, you hear Yujin calling your name and realize that she did something while you were on the call. You are getting more worried about if they could hear the noise that she made.

‘I just called them…’

‘What they said?’

‘Nothing… They just- hanged up on me. I didn’t even tell them yet, they just *poof* and hanged up on me’

‘Oh manager-nim… Don’t worry. See? I didn’t even worry, even though I'm the main guest’

‘Why are you so chill, Yujin?’

*showing pussy*

‘This- This is the thing that always relieves me of all the anxiety. Wanna give it a try?’

You are stunned for a little, by the celeb just spreading the legs and showing her pussy to you to see the result of her recent orgasm. Her vagina still red by her aggressive fingering. She rested her both legs on the armrest. Her juicy thighs also attracted you. But you can’t do it.

‘No, Yujinnie… I can’t’

‘Come onnnnn…. I know you like it… You acted busy just to avoid watching me.. But at the deepest of your heart- You just want to try for one time… Manager and celeb…. It’s not that weird. Come to cum in this pussy’    

Then, you don’t even hesitate anymore, or something just possessed you. You move from your seat to close to her then put your 2 fingers between her folds and start caressing it. You can feel the wetness on your fingers, meaning that she has already reached the orgasm while you were talking on the phone. You keep teasing her clit, making her moan a little.

‘Ummm… Ahhhh… Manager-nim.. You’re doing so good. Have you ever given this type of fingering to anyone? ‘cuz i will feel jealous of her… Ahhhh… Keep teasing my clit, manager..’

Then, you start to put more fingers in it, 2 fingers inside and 1 finger to keep teasing. This makes Yujin flinch a little but she still handles it easily. 

‘You got such a fucking great pussy, already feel so tight by 2 fingers. Feel the wetness on my fingers…’

‘See? You just want to try it.. You just pretended.. So give all of your strength to me… Is there something more to this?

You start stroking her faster, making a sound like water inside of her. Yujin’s moan keeps getting louder.

‘AHHHHH!!! FUCK! YOU TREATING THIS FUCKING PUSSY SO GOOD!!! I GONNA CUM ON YOUR FINGER!!’

After Yujin said that, you suddenly stop. And unbuckled your belt and pulled down your pants, showing your underwears that covered your bulging crotch. Yujin keeps looking at it intensely.

‘I never think that I will have a hot manager like you, servicing me everything, even fuck his own celeb with his fingers, and that was so fucking good’

‘You want to get fuck by something better than the fingers?’

‘Oh, why not? Let me see that dick by myself. Pull it out’

You got dared by Yujin. Then, you take off your underwear. A 6.5 inch cock just springed in front of your celeb, but looks like the celeb doesn't feel ashamed about it. Yujin starts fingering herself again. You also masturbate your cock while watching her body. Now everybody keeps getting analyzed about the other’s body.

‘Ah.. You look so good, Yujin. Your fucking roundly tits looking so soft while you squeezing it. Your pussy is also hot with wet lips that I just fingered. Your slutty fucking face makes me want to fuck on your face and blow out my cum onto your face. Fuck it, i will blow my load on every part of your body, Yujin’

‘I never think I will have the finest manager like you. Ahhh… Manager-nim… You have such a big cock…. I want to get drilled by you, destroying my pussy already…. Your stroking also make you look so fucking hot… It was so good when you fingered me, I was wondering if that cock would come inside me. Just cum inside me and that would be alright’

You and Yujin keep talking dirty without knowing that the chauffeur is still driving the car. But you didn’t care anymore. You keep jerking your cock while watching Yujin wanking herself. You feel so hot in there even the car air conditioning can’t keep the atmosphere colder. You start to take off your clothes, both black suits and white shirts. Yujin sees it and licks her lips. Both of you continue doing their own thing.

‘What a body for a person who supervises me. I bet you always have a desire to fuck me, because i will treat your wish better after this. Lay down and I’ll get on top’   

Then, Yujin moved her body from the front-door seat. You grabbed Yujin’s body and put her on top of you. 

‘I fell in love with you manager-nim’

‘I hope it would be forever’

You keep teasing the entrance and her clit by your cock. One hand holding her, one hand touching your cock. You can see the juice from her at your tip.   

‘Are you ready to fuck me, manager-nim? There’s no way back now’

‘Guess I will stick with you forever, Yujinnie’

‘I guess so’

Then, you put her body down to put your cock inside her. She lets out a big moan into your face. You feel so very tight inside her.

‘Awwww… fuck, manager. It so fucking tight. Fuck me softly’

‘I won’t fuck you slow… Slut like you- should keeping faster’

You move yourself to get a better position and start drilling her as she wishes, bend her body down and penetrate her. Yujin lets out a groan every time you deeply press her. This car is soundproofing, which means none of the noise outside will destroy the atmosphere of this sex scene between you and Yujin. 

‘Fuck me, manager…. It hurts- but it’s so g-good. AHH!!!  F-F-uck me… Claiming this pussy as yours….’

You also take off her dress to fuck her better because her clothes make sex more difficult. You throw her dress that Yujin is supposed to wear on in the next few minutes to the last row of seats in the car. Now it’s just you and her naked body together. You are constantly pounding her even though she said it hurts but she likes it.  

‘Ahhhh… Yujinnie… You relieve my stress so fucking much…’

‘Me too, Thanks for relieving my stress, it’s even better than fingering myself. Getting some actual dick is so much better’

Then, you can feel that you’re about to cum. So you ask Yujin if you and her can cum together.

‘I’m about to cum… Yujin’

‘Push it inside me, I’m save’

‘You sure, we not turning back’

‘Sure!!! JUST CUM INSIDE MY FUCKING PUSSY ALREADY!!!’

‘CAN WE CUM TOGETHER?!?!?!’

‘YOU CAN FUCKING DO IT!!!!!! I’LL ALLOW!!!!!’

After that, both your body and Yujin’s body were shaken and both left out a big sigh. You pulled your cock out of her. The white liquid was flowing down on the car mat. 

‘Ahhhhh… Yujinnie…’

‘Manager-nim…. That shit was so good’

You and Yujin watched the thing that you and her were done. You pulled her closer and kissed her a little bit before asking the chauffeur if they are closer to the event.

‘Uhmmmmm… Are we close yet?’

*no response from the chauffeur

‘Hey! Are we close to the event yet?’

‘Y-Yeah… Luckily, t-t-traffic suddenly started moving. W-we should arrive soon…’

‘Oh shit!’

Turns out that the traffic problems are beginning to ease. But you just threw out Yujin’s dress to the back of the car. You started to run to the back and grabbed the dress.

‘Yujinnie!! We have to get it quick!!! Get dressed!!! We are close to the event now!!’

You also gave a hand to help her get dressed to finish quickly, organize her skirt, unzip her top, give her a quick dressing look. After completing the mission, you take care of cleaning everything up before you arrive at the event. Then, Yujin starts to talk to you again.

‘Thank you for that intense sex, manager-nim! It’s actually clear the things in my head a lot’

‘Me too, Yujinnie. I also hope the work goes well’

After that, the chauffeur just parked the car in front of the red carpet to welcome the main event guest as they will gracefully walk down.

‘Are you ready, Yujinnie?’

‘I always ready’

Then, the car door just opened by you as her manager, and all eyes, including cameras, were on her. All flashing lights from the camera flashing on your way. 

Everybody was excited about Yujin, not knowing what had happened to her in the car before she arrived.

To be continue (?)

[erotica-fanatism]

Erotica Masterlist (Will be updated as I post more)

Casting Couch Series

Jaylyn

Momoko Pigsfly/Regina Xian

Momoko Pigsfly/Regina Xian (Prequel)

Ryo

Ryo - Sequel

Yingtze

Toku Stalker Series

Amisa Miyazaki

Misc Eroticas

Office Revenge

Office Duties

Inner Beauty

Junior Experience

Fun By The Pool

Pre-Wedding Nupitals

The Right House

School Holiday

Biology Up-Close

Onsen Goodness

Escape Room Vlog

Unexpected Benefits

Hostel Alone

Adulthood Expedited

Yunno

Public Influence

Photographic Content

Aless

Jaylyn

[erotica-fanatism]

Photographic Content - Jaylyn

About a month or so had passed since I posted the sex videos I made with Aless onto my OnlyFans account, and since then I’ve had a massive increase of subscribers on the platform, and most of them if not all were already subscribers to Aless’ OnlyFans account. After telling Aless about this piece of good news during one of our off-camera fuck sessions, she suggested that I should start including different subjects into my content and not just focus on her alone. With her suggestion looming in my head, I began looking through the list of people that I follow on social media, and soon I found the perfect person to be my next OF feature. Her name was Jaylyn, and for quite some time I’ve had sexual fantasies about her and that was about it. But now with my OF up and running proper, the thought of asking Jaylyn for a photoshoot before turning it into a fuck session got me all horny and ready to devour her. Finishing my packing, I sent a text to Jaylyn asking if she was free anytime soon for a quick photoshoot. To my surprise, not only was Jaylyn online at the time of me asking the question, but she also replied to arrange for the photoshoot to take place within the next two days, and she even had a place in mind as well. After agreeing to the time and place that Jaylyn proposed and placing my phone aside, I took out a few pieces of laminated printouts, which were in fact printed photos of Jaylyn, and masturbated to her photos while thinking of what I was going to do to her in the days to come... 

On the day of the photoshoot, I arrived at the agreed location rather early in the morning, carrying two bags worth of camera and videography gear while standing outside the location. While waiting for Jaylyn to show up, two questions that was at the back of my mind came up to the surface: Why of all places that can be used for a photoshoot did Jaylyn decide on a gym and why was this gym in particular... so devoid of people. Taking my phone out and going to the message that she sent, I confirmed that this was indeed the place without a doubt, but the lack of human traffic somewhat unnerved me a little. I won’t have time to give much thought to the issue though, as Jaylyn soon showed up in front of me. Wearing a black sleeveless round-neck top and a grey skirt with a thin, white fleece windbreaker over her and carrying a duffel bag in one hand, Jaylyn spotted me standing outside the gym and quickly walked towards me. 

J: Oh hey, T! Sorry I’m late, I got caught up in traffic, there was an accident on the way here. Hope you didn’t wait for too long? 

T: Hi, Jaylyn! Oh no, I arrived not long ago as well so don’t worry too much about it. This sudden request for a photoshoot, hope it didn’t disrupt your plans for today. 

J: Oh, it’s fine, my schedule’s open for the next few days, at least until my boyfriend return from his overseas work trip. So don’t worry too much about it! 

T: Oh, okay. As long as I’m not taking up too much of your time, then I guess it should be fine right?  Haha. 

J: Yeap! Anyway, since we’re all here and ready, let’s head inside! 

Taking the lead, Jaylyn led me into the gym, which as I had previously guessed, was completely empty. As I followed behind Jaylyn, the sound of her mentioning her boyfriend slightly annoyed me, which in turn made me more than ready to tear Jaylyn apart for the sake of my OF channel. As we walked past the front counter of the gym and headed to the main area where all the equipment is usually located, Jayly abruptly stopped walking and turned to face me. As I wasn’t paying attention to where I was walking, I ran right into Jaylyn but at the last moment, both of us managed to catch ourselves. 

J: Ooopfh! Sorry, T! Are you alright? 

T: Woah! Y-Yea I’m fine, Jaylyn. Sorry for walking right into you. 

J: Ehe... so uhm, you might be wondering... why is the gym completely empty right? 

T: I won’t say that question never crossed my mind but yeah, I’ve been meaning to ask you the same thing as well. 

J: Well, I kind of asked my boyfriend to do me a favour, so he booked the whole gym just for my photoshoot! I know, bit of an overkill but hey at least we have the whole place to ourselves. And no one would intrude on us too! 

T: I mean... well that’s true enough I guess. But why a gym of all places for the photoshoot? 

J: Well, I get to work-out while I’m doing the photoshoot, so why not right? Ehe~ Two birds with one stone! 

T: No comment on that statement. Anyway, do you want to go get changed first? I need a bit of time to set up the equipment too. 

J: Sure thing, I’ll be back in a bit! 

With that said, Jaylyn took her duffel bag and headed for the changing room, while I placed my bags down and took out the required equipment, setting it up around the main area of the gym. Despite not being in the studio and setting it up on my own, I somehow managed to finish the setup earlier than expected, and Jaylyn wasn’t even back from the changing room just yet. Noticing that she still hasn’t returned, and with the thought of masturbating to her photos last night appearing in my mind, I took out a small GoPro camera from one of the side pockets and quietly headed for the changing room area. 

Approaching the female changing room, I slowly pushed the door opened and peeked into the room, not seeing any signs of Jaylyn inside. Thinking that she might be in one of the cubicles, I silently stepped into the changing room, quietly closing the door behind me before I started looking for the cubicle that Jaylyn was in. It didn’t take long before I located Jaylyn and with the full knowledge that there was no one else in the gym besides the two of us, I quietly entered the cubicle next to hers and placed the seat of the toilet down, carefully standing on it as I gingerly aimed the GoPro over into Jaylyn’s cubicle, making sure to set it on “Recording”. Looking at the screen of the GoPro, I noticed that Jaylyn was on a video call with who I assumed was her boyfriend. 

J: So yeah, I just arrived at the gym. Thanks for helping me and my photog book the whole place, baby. You’re the best! 

BF: Anything for you, baby. Are you in the changing room now? 

J: Mhm, my friend’s setting up the equipment outside. Why the question? 

BF: Oh, just wondering if you could... y’know, give me something in return since I’m overseas and all.. 

J: Oh... that huh..? Just say so..~ 

Putting her phone on the cistern cover before turning to face the camera, I watched through the GoPro as Jaylyn slowly took off her skirt first, pulling down her beige-coloured panties and hanging it at the hook on the door alongside her skirt, showing for her boyfriend (and by extension showing me as well) her clean, shaven pussy. As if that wasn’t enough, Jaylyn then proceeded to take off her black top, which revealed that she was only wearing nipple stickers and no bra at all underneath. Hanging the black top on the same hook, Jaylyn started peeling off the nipple stickers with one hand, while her other hand began fingering her own pussy, Jaylyn moaning softly for her boyfriend and for my GoPro. As I continue recording Jaylyn through the GoPro, I could distinctively feel my dick getting rock-hard just from her moans alone. 

Tossing the nipple stickers aside and leaning against the cubicle door, Jaylyn took her phone and aimed the camera at her pussy, her fingers busy pleasuring it as she continued to moan seductively. Through the GoPro, I caught a glimpse of her boyfriend on the other end of the video stroking his own dick to the beat of Jaylyn’s masturbating, and subconsciously my free hand had already unzipped my pants and was now stroking my erection at the same pace that she was masturbating. 

J: Mmm... aaahhnn... I’m so wet down there already... are you also... jerking off to me baby..?~ 

BF: What do you think, you little slut..? Fuck you make my dick so fucking hard... I want to hear you moan and watch you cum, Jaylyn... like the good little slut you are with me in private. 

J: Yes, baby... I’ll start cumming for your big dick... can’t wait to have it in me again when you’re back...~ 

Putting her phone back on top of the cistern cover, Jaylyn started fingering her pussy faster and deeper, moaning louder and louder as she now began squeezing her own tits and pinching her own nipples hard, moaning her boyfriend’s name loudly as she pushed her hand further into her soaking wet pussy, her own fingers rubbing the insides rapidly. While Jaylyn continues masturbating live for her boyfriend, on the adjacent cubicle I was stroking my dick faster and harder too, the GoPro fully aimed and zoomed in on Jaylyn’s desirable and slutty body, focusing on her pussy. Soon, Jaylyn quickened the pace of her masturbating, and it didn’t take long before she let out a loud moan as her hand rubbed at her clitoris as fast as possible, throwing her head back as she orgasmed and squirted hard for her boyfriend, who also groaned on the other end of the video call, seemingly having cummed at the same time as Jaylyn. Hearing Jaylyn moan and orgasm while in the adjacent cubicle pushed me over the edge too, myself letting out an silent moan of relief as I ejaculated onto the divider, wishing that it was Jaylyn’s face I was spraying my spunk onto. Panting hard, Jaylyn took her phone and moved it to show her boyfriend a clear view of her now-sweaty naked body, pausing at her pussy as she spread her pussy lips apart with her free hand, showing her partner just how wet and horny she was. 

J: Mmmm... now I really can’t wait for you to come back... so that I can feel your dick inside me... fucking my pussy senseless...~ 

BF: I’ll be back next week, you little slut... bear with it for now okay, my baby whore? 

J: Mmkay... i should get changed too, I don’t want to keep my photog waiting too long. I’ll call you again later, baby~ Love you~ 

BF: Alright, love you too love. 

Hearing Jaylyn hang up the call, I quickly turned the GoPro off and waited patiently, leaving only when the sound of the changing room door opening and closing was heard. Quickly cleaning up, I made my way out of the changing room and headed back to the main area, making sure that Jaylyn didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. As I returned to the main area of the gym, Jaylyn was already sitting on one of the bench presses, wearing a beige sports top and grey trackpants while looking through her phone.

J: Oh hey, T! I didn’t see you when I came back from the changing room. Did something happen? 

T: OH uh... I just had to use the bathroom, that’s all. Sorry for making you wait. Are we ready to start the photoshoot? 

J: Yes, let’s start! How do you want the photoshoot to turn out? 

T: Since we’re in a gym... maybe I’ll take photos of you as you work out? Would that be okay with you? 

J: Ah... yea, that’d be the best actually! I had that exact same idea in mind as well! 

T: Treat this like a normal photoshoot, no need to be too formal. Why not you get your warm-ups done first, and I’ll get my stuff running, how does that sound? 

J: Okay~! 

Having said that, Jaylyn stepped to one side of the gym and began doing her own warm-up stretches, while I went back to the cameras and ensured that all of it was turned on. While behind the cameras, I set all of them to video-recording mode instead of photo-taking mode, and after testing and confirming that the remote-controlled swivels for each camera was working properly, I took out another camera that was only meant for photo-taking and stood back in front of the other cameras. At the exact moment that I was done tweaking my setup, Jaylyn was also done with her warm-ups, and she now sat on the sit-up bench, doing some final stretches while her back was facing me. The sight of her glistening back gave me the urge to drop the pretence and just fuck her there and there, but I fought off the idea and instead cleared my throat, which made Jaylyn turn her back towards me. Seeing that I’m all ready for the shoot, Jaylyn got into position and the shoot soon went underway. 

As the first hour passed by, I was subconsciously inching my way closer to Jaylyn while snapping photos of her in quick succession, each photo taken reminding me just how much of a perverse, horny slut Jaylyn really is in private, each movement of hers reminding me just how much I wanted to violate her, consensual or otherwise. As the perverse thoughts began running wild in my mind, my dick was starting to stiffen in my pants, and by the time I noticed the tightness in my pants my dick was already fully erect. Quickly looking up from behind the camera, I gave Jaylyn a quick peek and was relieved that she didn’t seem to have noticed anything different... or at least I thought she didn’t. 

As the shoot carried on into the second hour, from behind the camera I started to notice that Jaylyn was occasionally looking at my camera and by proxy, at me as well. While it isn’t out of the norm usually, the way that she looked at me didn’t feel like it was an accidental kind of thing... but more like she did it intentionally. Thinking that maybe something was wrong, I lowered my camera and looked at Jaylyn who in return looked right back at me. 

J: Is something wrong, T? You look a bit out of sorts... 

T: No it’s just... I notice you were looking at the camera quite randomly in between shots, so I thought you had a different idea or something.. 

J: Oh, no that’s not why! Don’t worry, we can carry on with the shoot! 

T: Well, if you say so... 

J: Actually, can you take the photos closer? Like... get nearer to me. 

T: Don’t see why not.. 

As I walked towards Jaylyn who had gotten into the sit-up position on the bench, my eyes quickly darted across her body from head to toe. Having witnessed how much of a slut she was in the cubicle earlier and with how much pussy juice she squirted out just from finger-fucking herself, the thought of having a swing at that clean, shaven pussy got my sexual urges for her elevated even further, which in turn got my already fully erected dick even more stiff. As I resumed my photo-taking with my dick still fully erect in my pants, I did not realise that Jaylyn was moving closer towards me even though she was still on the bench. Closing in on the third hour as Jaylyn moved on to another part of the gym, I noticed that not only was Jaylyn getting closer to me each time we moved to a different set of equipment, but she was looking directly at the camera more frequently. Before I could process the situation, Jaylyn abruptly stood up from the bench that she was sitting on and turned to face me. 

J: Hey T, I think I want to get some extra exercise in... think you can help me with that? 

T: Extra exercise? What do you have in mind, Jaylyn? 

J: Hmm... something that can help with my overall body muscles. I have something in mind for that, just need you to agree to help me with it. 

T: I mean... yea sure, why not? What do you need me to do, Jaylyn? 

J: Just stand in front of me for now~ 

Confused as to what it was that Jaylyn wanted my help with, I nodded my head and stood in front of her, my camera keeping her in frame. Sitting upright on the bench and without saying a word, Jaylyn reached for my pants and boxers and pulled it down slightly with one hand, freeing my painfully erect dick from its confines before wrapping her other hand around the base of it and stroking it slowly, which in turn caused me to let out a loud moan of pleasure and surprise. Ignoring my moans, Jaylyn then began licking the head gently, her hand still stroking it at a steady pace. 

T: J-Jaylyn, wait a minute! What are you doing...?! 

J: Exercising my hand and mouth, what else does it look like? 

Throwing me a cheeky smirk, Jaylyn now wrapped both her hands around my dick and stroked it hard and slow, taking part of the head in her mouth and sucking on it loudly, causing me to moan even louder as I instinctively placed one hand on the back of her head while my other hand switched the camera I was holding to video-record, the lens fully focused on Jaylyn sucking my dick. Feeling my hand on the back of her head, Jaylyn reactively pushed her head further down my dick as she took as much of my dick in her mouth as possible and when she could fit no more, began bobbing her head up and down fervently while her hands started stroking whatever was left of my dick that her mouth couldn’t take faster and harder, her saliva flowing down the girth of my dick in quick succession. 

T: J-Jaylyn! At this rate I’m going to...!! 

J: Mmmm?? Mmmmm~ *continues sucking and deepthroating as much of my dick as she could manage* 

T: F-FUCK!!! C-Cumming Jayl—Agh!! 

J: Mmmmm!!! 

Still holding onto the camera with one hand while my other hand firmly held her head in place, I shoved as much of my dick into and down Jaylyn’s mouth and throat as I could and groaned loudly, ejaculating a massive load of cum straight down her airway. Feeling my thick hot cum suddenly gushing down her throat and into her stomach, Jaylyn widened her eyes in shock as she surprisingly swallowed the whole load of my cum without issues, her tongue licking the head fast at the same time as I could only moan loudly in pleasure at how good her dick-sucking skills is. After licking my dick for a couple more minutes, Jaylyn cheekily popped my dick out from her mouth and used her tongue to lick up the remaining bits of cum around the head. 

T: What... what was that for, Jaylyn...?! Don’t you have a boyfriend or something...?! 

J: Oh, don’t be shy T. I saw you had a boner, so I thought I’d help you relieve the pressure~ Besides... 

T: B-Besides what, Jaylyn? Say it.. 

J: Nope, I’m not going to say it~ let’s carry on with the photoshoot~ And there’s no need to wear your pants, let your dick rest easy~ 

Ignoring the look of bewilderment of my face, Jaylyn moved towards the weightlifting section of the gym and after setting up the dumbbell, began lifting it like anyone else would. Utterly confused with what just took place, I switched my camera back to photo-taking mode and resumed taking pictures of Jaylyn but this time I zoomed in onto Jaylyn’s body, focusing on her tits and crotch area as the image of her sucking on my dick like a slut raced through my mind once again, the warmth of her mouth and throat still freshly imprinted on my erection, which were ready for more of Jaylyn.

Halfway through the weight-lifting shoot, Jaylyn placed the dumbbell back onto the rack and turned to look at me, her eyes quicky darting to my still-erect and exposed dick before coming back to the camera lens. Catching the brief glance, I lowered the camera and looked at Jaylyn, thinking if there was something she wanted. 

T: Is... something on your mind, Jaylyn? 

J: Let’s change to something else. Something more... focused. 

T: Okay... what do you have in mind? 

J: Maybe this~ 

Walking away from the weight-lifting section, Jaylyn moved to the benches that are usually used for sit-ups while I followed behind her, my camera still pointed at her. Going towards the widest bench available, Jaylyn sat down on it briefly before getting into the bridge position, her ass sticking out in my direction and my dick instinctively twitching and aching to fuck that ass of hers roughly. And treating it as though I wasn’t there half-naked, Jaylyn then proceeded to pull her track pants down, revealing not only the fact that she wasn’t even wearing anything underneath to cover her ass and pussy, but that her pussy was slightly wet and dripping. If the sight of her ass propped up didn’t turn me on further, the sight of her moist pussy most certainly did. Both eyes and camera now solely fixed on that wet honeypot that is her pussy, I slowly approached Jaylyn from behind as she continued doing her stretches, seemingly not caring that I was getting nearer to her body from the back. 

J: Oh I can feel the stretch in my abdomen... kind of tight too... T, help pull my hips back if you can, makes it much more effective. 

T: ... 

J: T, did you hear what I sa--- Ooooo that’s it..! 

Letting my camera go so that it hanged freely around my neck, I positioned myself directly behind Jaylyn’s ass and with my hands firmly on her ass-cheeks, I rammed my erection straight into her pussy roughly, even going as far as pushing it through into her womb. As soon as my dick entered her pussy and womb, Jaylyn threw her head back slightly and moaned out loudly, but she pretended that it was just her stretching that she was moaning from. With my dick now in her pussy fully, Jaylyn now began moving herself back and forth, moaning each time my dick pushed into her womb and pretending that she felt nothing wrong with my dick deeply in her. 

J: I can feel the... tightness spreading throughout my... body... 

T: I’m going to begin with helping you, alright? Tell me when to stop. 

J: D-Don't s--- I mean, s-sure. Thanks T.. 

Moving my hands to her hips now, I began thrusting my dick in and out of Jaylyn’s pussy at the same time as Jaylyn’s back-and-forth moving of her hips against my dick, still pretending that there was absolutely nothing wrong with me sticking my dick deep into her pussy in the name of “exercise”. But with every single thrust of my dick that pushes all the way into her womb, I could faintly hear Jaylyn moaning more seductively, and her pussy walls was starting to tighten around my dick as well, and I could feel the pressure to cum in her pussy and womb starting to build up as well. As I continued fucking her pussy doggy-style while Jaylyn carried on moving her hips and moaning more like a slut, I reached for her tits with one hand and took turns squeezing it gently, realising that her nipples was already stiff. Feeling her tits getting groped and my palm rubbing against her nipples, Jaylyn moaned loudly in surprise as I looked at her from behind, smirking lustfully as I continued fucking her pussy, this time getting rougher and faster while still fondling with her tits. 

J: H-Hey, this isn’t exercise for my chest...! H-Hands off, T...! 

T : Fuck, I’m about to shoot it in you... just from how stiff your nipples are, Jaylyn... 

J: I-I'm about done with my stretches...! Come on, hurry up and help me here, T...! 

T: Can’t... hold it in anymore... Fuck! Jaylyn!! 

J: So tight...!!! 

Removing my hand from her tits and placing it back on her hips, I began pounding my dick deeper and harder into Jaylyn’s womb, the latter moving her hips back and forth in sync with the tempo as well as she began moaning and groaning, her voice not pretending that everything is fine anymore. Pulling my dick out for one final penetration, I slapped Jaylyn’s ass hard and as she whined in pain, I rammed my dick roughly back into her pussy and womb, groaning loudly as I unloaded an large, hot load of thick white cum into her baby-making room, painting it completely white as my cum quickly overfilled her womb and gushed out into her pussy. Feeling her insides getting flooded with my hot load, Jaylyn threw her head back and let out the first lustful moan since the photoshoot began, her pussy tightening around my dick as she orgasmed hard and squirted all over the floor, her face beet-red and her body now sweating profusely. 

J: So good...!!! Fuckk...!! 

T: Oh god your pussy’s... so fucking tight, Jaylyn... I can still feel it getting tighter... 

J: T-That... that was some fucking good stretching you helped me with... Come on, let’s move on to the... n-next oneeeaaahhh... 

Wanting to hear just how lustful Jaylyn is, I slowly pulled my dick from her filled pussy while squeezing her ass gently in the process, and sure enough Jaylyn glanced back slightly and softly moaned in pleasure as she felt my dick exit her pussy, all while still trying to pretend that everything was normal. After a moment, Jaylyn slowly got up on her feet, pulling her track pants back up as she dusted herself before turning to look at me. 

J: W-Well, I guess we’re almost done with the photoshoot... 

T: Y-Yea, I guess... 

J: Let’s do one final shoot to wrap up for today, what do you think? 

T: I’m okay with that if you’re okay with it too.. 

J: Great! Let’s change scenes again, come with me! 

Without waiting for me to respond, Jaylyn darted towards another open area of the gym that is usually reserved for yoga sessions. Taking one of the video-recording cameras that was mounted on the tripod, I followed behind Jaylyn as my eyes focused on her ass and back, my dick still craving for her fuckable body once again. As I set the tripod down and made sure that the camera was capturing every bit of her in the recording, Jaylyn began stretching once again, only this time she was deliberately looking right at me and my exposed erection as she stretched her muscles. Feeling her eyes looking at my direction instead of the camera’s, I looked right back at Jaylyn as my eyes quickly darted all over her body, my mind coming with multiple ways of fucking her endlessly. 

J: You look pretty toned yourself, T... surprise I only just realised that too. 

T: Y-You're just as tight— I mean, just as toned, if not more toned too Jaylyn. 

J: ... Yea I agree... but still... 

T: But still...? 

J: Ah, fuck it. I can’t stand this pretence anymore! This is killing me!!! 

Before I could react to her sudden outburst, Jaylyn stood up and promptly rushed towards me, pushing me backwards and down onto the floor with her body weight as I shouted in surprise and fell backwards, one hand instinctively wrapping around Jaylyn’s waist while my other hand held onto the camera that was still hanging around my neck. As the both of us landed on the padded flooring of the gym, I raised my head slightly to check on Jaylyn... only to see her move downwards towards my dick before taking the full girth of it straight in her mouth while her hands began stroking and fondling my balls, causing me to moan in surprise and pleasure at the same time.... all while the camera on the tripod is recording the whole act. 

T: A-Aahhh.. W-wait, Jaylyn... 

J: *pops my dick out from her mouth and licks it thoroughly* Fuck, I can’t... get enough of how fucking big... your dick is... *takes it back in her mouth and deepthroats it hard* 

T: Aaaaah...!! J-Jaylyn, I-I'm gonna...!! 

J: Fucking cum for me already.. I want your cum so fucking badly...!! *deepthroats my dick even harder, her hands squeezing my balls now* 

T: FUCK!!! CUMMING!!! 

Placing one hand on the back of her head, I groaned loudly as I forcefully pushed Jaylyn’s head all the way down, my dick forcing its way into her throat before unloading a large load of hot, thick cum straight down her airway. Feeling her throat getting forcefully stretched by my dick, Jaylyn’s eyes widened as she swallowed whatever she was biologically able to, her tongue continuously licking my dick as I dumped cum down her throat and into her stomach. After a good minute or so, I eventually moved my hand away from the back of her head as Jaylyn slowly popped my dick out from her mouth, her hands fervently wrapped around it and stroking slowly as she began making sucking noises, as though she wanted to suck out every drop of cum. When my dick was finally out from her mouth, trails of saliva from the head to her lips could be visibly seen, Jaylyn’s face completely red with lust by this point. 

J: So... fucking thick... and delicious... 

T: J-Jaylyn... your throat, d-does it hurt...? 

J: Not if... it’s your cum keeping it wet and tight...~ I still... I want more of your cum, T... 

T: I want you... I want to fuck you and breed you too, Jaylyn... 

J: Teehee... then... 

Unwrapping her hands from my dick, Jaylyn stood up and lowered herself down on me, my dick slowly entering her soaking-wet pussy as Jaylyn threw her head back, moaning loudly at the feeling of my dick entering her pussy once again. Getting somewhat impatient with how slow she was taking, I placed both my hands on Jaylyn’s hips and without saying a word, pulled her down onto my dick in one fell swoop, Jaylyn’s eyes widening as she screamed as loudly as she could, feeling my dick push its way into her womb. 

J: AAaaahhhhh!! W-Wait!!! Too big...!!! 

T: I’m done waiting, Jaylyn..!! Here I go...! 

J: Nyyaaaaaaaahhhhhnnn!!! F-Fuck you’re too bigggg!!! 

T: So fucking tighti!!! 

J: Give... aaaahhhh!! Give me your thick.... cummm!!!! Fuck fuck fuck!!!! 

Looking back down at me with lust in her eyes, Jaylyn began bouncing up and down on me, cowgirling my dick with her sloppy pussy as my hands moved beneath her sports top and began groping her tits hard, pinching her nipples at the same time and moaning together loudly. Still bouncing on my dick with her pussy, Jaylyn quickly took her sports top off and tossed it aside before bending forward, locking lips with me as I groped and squeezed at her tits even harder which in turn made Jaylyn moan loudly into the kiss. 

J: Mmmmaaaahhhhh!!! N-Not so hard on my t-titssss!!! Fuck how’s your... dick still so fucking huge...?!?!?! Aaaahhhh... aaaahhhhhh!!!! 

T: So fucking wet..!! I’m gonna dump load after load of cum in you, Jay...!!! Fucking whore...!! 

J: Mmmmyesssssssss!!!!! Creampie....!! Aaaahhh...!! Creampie meeeee...!!! 

As she continued cowgirling my dick with her pussy as though her life depended on it, I could feel the pressure rapidly building up around my dick while Jaylyn’s pussy was beginning to tighten itself around my meat. Knowing that the both of us were close to cumming, I placed my hands back on her hips and began bouncing her up and down my dick harder and rougher, the sounds of her ass hitting my pelvic getting louder and sloppier with each bounce, my dick fully entering and hitting the back of her womb every time she comes down on it. 

T: I’m about to cum, Jaylyn!!! In you in you!!! 

J: Mmmmmmmyyyyeeessss!! Fucking cum in me, T!!! I...!! I WANT IT IN ME SO FUCKING MUCH AAAHHHH!!!!! 

T: J-Jaylyn!!! FUCK!!! CUMMING!! 

J: AAAAAAAHHHHH!! CUM--!!! 

As I continued hammering upwards into her pussy while she continued swallowing my dick with her love hole, Jaylyn sat upright and letting out the loudest scream and moan of lust that I’ve heard so far, throws her head back with her mouth wide open and eyes rolled back as her pussy tightened as much as possible around my dick, orgasming and squirting almost uncontrollably on my dick, her body trembling for a good couple minutes. The moment her pussy completely tightened itself around my dick and her juices began squirting all over my body, I too groaned loudly as I rammed my dick up into her womb as deep as I was able to, unloading another massive load of thick hot cum directly into her womb and pussy, which was quickly overfilled as an mixture of our cum quickly gushed out from her pussy. As the two of us began panting hard after orgasming, I pulled Jaylyn down by the arms and began kissing her roughly, our tongues instinctively licking each other as Jaylyn moaned into the kiss, her hips slowly grinding against my dick once again. 

J: Mmmmaahhhh... h-haa... I-I can... still feel your cum in my womb... so fucking... hot...~ 

T: Mmm... your pussy’s... tight as hell, J-Jaylyn... fuck... 

J: As... tight as Aless’....?~ Oh fuck I still want your dick... *grinds my dick slowly* 

T: Aaaannn... h-how did you... know about Aless...? 

J: T-Teehee... I saw your... OF... was so fucking hot, the... way you fucked Aless... So fucking rough with her...~ 

T: J-Jaylyn, do you want... to be like Aless too...? 

J: Yessss... fuck me just... like how you tore into her...~ 

T: well, if that’s what you want...  

J: H-Hey...!~ 

Dick still deep inside of her pussy, I turned and pinned Jaylyn beneath me and immediately got to work sucking on her tits and nipples hard while starting to thrust my dick in and out of her pussy slowly, Jaylyn arching her back and moaning loudly as her legs wrapped itself around my waist in an attempt to keep my dick deep inside of her. Not wanting to fuck her pussy back-to-back just yet though, I pulled out from her leaking love hole and knelt next to her, at the same time rubbing my dick against her tits and stiff nipples before rubbing it against her lips. Moaning at even the slightest contact, Jaylyn opened her mouth slowly as my dick rubbed against her lips and started licking the head gently, before proceeding to take more of my dick with her mouth, her tongue licking it fervently like a big lollipop. 

As Jaylyn continued to obediently service my dick with her mouth like a cock-craving slut, I decided that it won’t be fair if my dick was the only one getting pleasured and Jaylyn wasn’t getting any pleasure herself. Thought in mind, I reached for her tits and nipples with one hand, while my other hand went between her legs and towards her pussy. Feeling the stiffness of her nipples and just how wet her pussy already was, I smirked and started pleasuring Jaylyn, rubbing and pulling at her nipples gently while pushing two fingers into her soaking wet pussy and finger-fucking her slowly. Caught off-guard by the sudden surge of pleasure from her nipples and pussy, Jaylyn moaned loudly while my dick was still in her mouth, which gave me the opportunity to push my dick all the way into and down her throat, the slut widening her eyes as she began deepthroating it on instinct alone. 

J: M-Mmmmmmmmppppffhhhhh!!!! 

T: That’s it, Jaylyn... suck on my large dick properly...!! Your throat’s still so fucking tight... mmmm fuuuuuuck...!! Pussy and nipples getting wet and stiff too, you horny bitch... *pinches her nipples and rubs the insides of her pussy hard* 

J: M-MMmmmmmmm!!!!! 

T: Fuck, your moans’ gonna make me cum down your throat again, Jaylyn... moan louder, you slut...! 

Adjusting myself so that Jaylyn and I were in the 69 position and with her pussy now getting violated by both my hands, I began sucking and tongue-fucking her pussy roughly as Jaylyn moaned louder and louder while she deepthroated my dick harder and rougher as well. With Jaylyn moaning hard while deepthroating my dick non-stop and with me sucking and violating her pussy with my tongue, it didn’t take long before the both of us felt the urge to cum and sure enough without any heads up, I was the first to climax as I pushed my pelvis towards Jaylyn’s face, dick fully going down her throat and unloading an massive load of cum once again, Jaylyn moaning hard and swallowing all of it as she reached her own climax and orgasmed hard, squirting hard into my mouth as I swallowed her lovely pussy juices. 

J: *pops my dick out from her mouth and strokes it fervently with both hands, causing some more strings of cum to spurt out and land on her face* Mmm...!! So much... thick cum... 

T: *moans into her pussy as I lick her clean* Fuck, your mouth’s too fucking good at sucking dick, bitch... 

J: Mmm... not enough, T... I want more... fuck me more please... treat me like a toy... 

T: If you insist... 

J: Yeeeaaassssshhh!!! S-SO BIGGAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! 

Sitting upright while she remained on the floor, I spread Jaylyn’s legs wide open and without warning, rammed my dick into her ass raw, using her saliva as lube as I began fucking her ass balls-deep, Jaylyn crying and screaming in pain and pleasure as her arms and legs swiftly wrapped around my neck and waist tightly, her nails digging deep into my back as I continued tearing her ass apart with my dick that was too big for her tight anal hole. 

J: AAAAAAAAHHHHNNNN!!! YOU’RE TEARING MY ASS APAAAAAAART!!! TOO BIG TOO BIGGGG!!! MMMMMAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!! 

T: I’m going to fucking cum in your ass, Jaylyn!! You want my cum so desperately huh?! Then take it in all your holes you cum bucket!!! 

J: YESYESYES I WANT TO BE FILLED!!! MMMMMAAAAAHHHHHHH HARDER BABY!!!! 

T: Louder, Jaylyn!!! Beg me for it more!!! 

J: PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE!!! FUCK ME HARDER AND HARDER DADDY!!!! AAAAAAAAHHHHNNNN!!! CUM IN MY HOLESSSS!!!!! 

T: FUCK!! TAKE IT ALL JAYLYN!! 

J: KYAAAAAAAAHHHH---!!! 

As Jaylyn and I continued degrading her being and my dick breaking her ass and mind at the same time, I felt the pressure rapidly and quickly building up and before I could even prepare myself for it, my dick simply ejaculated and dumped another thick, massive load of cum straight into the deepest parts of Jaylyn’s ass. Feeling my cum paint her anal hole and filling it to the brim, Jaylyn arched her back fully and let out an silent scream as she too reached her climax, orgasming and squirting hard onto my body, her eyes almost fully rolled back and her breathing getting rough and hard. 

T: Fuck.. H-had enough yet, Jaylyn...? You dirty little whore... 

J: Haaa... Haaa... N... No... More... I want... more... Please... fuck me... again and... again... till I break...~ I want... that big dick in... me....~ 

T: Oh I’m... gonna make you my bitch after this, Jaylyn... 

Slowly pulling my meat out from her ass and rubbing it against her still-sensitive pussy, I leaned downwards and began sucking on Jaylyn’s tits hard and rammed my dick back into her pussy, going balls-deep and pushing it straight into her womb, Jaylyn arching her back once again and screaming loudly in lust before laying back down onto the floor. With my dick deep in her womb now, I got Jaylyn into the mating press position as I then began thrusting and pounding my dick roughly into her womb, my pelvis sloppily hitting against her thighs, Jaylyn screaming and moaning my name loudly while at the same time begging for me to violate her body and womb harder and rougher, begging for me to paint her insides white with my cum.  

J: FUUUUUUUUCKK!!! THATSITTHATSIT!!!! HARDER DADDY!!! FUCKFUCKFUCKKK!!!! 

T: Your pussy’s already a mess, Jaylyn!!! I’m gonna maken sure you get fucking pregnant with my baby!!! Fucking whore!!  

J: YESSS BREED ME DADDDYYYYY!!!! MMMMFFUUUUUUUUUCKKK!!!!! SO DEEP SO DEEEEEPPP!!! 

Pressing her legs all the way down so that her knees is parallel to her head, I pounded Jaylyn’s pussy harder and rougher each time she begged for me to impregnate her, biting on her neck hard each time she called me “Daddy”. On her part, Jaylyn moaned and screamed like a true sexually depraved whore, degrading herself and begging for the cum of another man that isn’t her boyfriend’s to breed her womb and knock her up. Having just fucked and creamed her ass moments before violating her pussy once again, my dick was still quite sensitive and hence it didn’t take long before the pressure began to rapidly build up, and Jaylyn’s pussy was also starting to tighten itself around my dick the harder I slammed into her womb. 

T: I’m about to cum so much in you, Jay...!! Get ready...!! 

J: Aaahhh...!! Aaaaannnnhh...! Cum in me cum in meeee....!!! Make a baby with my womb...!!!! Daddy T...!!! I love you... I love your cum..!!! Mmmmmmaaaaaaahhhhh!!! 

T: Cumming cumming!! Jaylyn!!! 

J: MMMMMAAAAAAAAHHH!!! CUMMING T!!! DADDYYYY!!!!! 

Firmly pressing her legs down in the mating press position as the we began kissing the other’s neck lustfully, I continued slamming and pounding my dick deeper and rougher in Jaylyn’s womb as the pressure quickly became unbearable and our moans got even louder. It didn’t take long before I groaned loudly and rammed my dick one final time, all the way into Jaylyn’s baby-room and unloaded a massive load of thick cum inside her womb, overfilling it immediately as cum gushed out into her pussy. Rolling her eyes back as she loses herself in the lust and pleasure, Jaylyn screamed loudly as her pussy, upon feeling my cum fill her up to the brim once again, rapidly tightened around my dick and she orgasmed her hardest thus far, squirting non-stop for a good couple of minutes while still moaning lustfully. Dick still deep in her pussy, I started thrusting slowly once again as I moved my head to Jaylyn’s tits and began sucking each tit slowly, Jaylyn moaning and grinding her pussy against my dick as well. 

J: Mmmmmaaaahhhhhnnnn... Daddy came... so fucking much in my baby room... Aaahhnn.... my tits love your mouth... 

T: You might... get pregnant from this, Jaylyn... you’re so fucking tight... 

J: I-If... if it’s your baby... I won’t mind... So thick... and hot your cum... 

T: Filthy slut, aren’t you... 

J: A-All... for you Daddyaaaahhhhh!!! W-Waittt...!!! Mmmmmm!!! 

Despite having already unloaded quite a lot inside and on Jaylyn, I couldn’t control myself with my dick still inside her, and hence I began thrusting in and out of her pussy roughly once again, this time standing up as Jaylyn moaned and screamed loudly with her arms and legs wrapped around my waist and neck, and soon the two of us moaned our way to the changing room, where I not only cummed inside Jaylyn’s already-overfilled womb and pussy once more, but this time I also made sure to cum on her face and body, covering poor Jaylyn in cum from head to toe. By the time we were done with the planned photoshoot-cum-sex video recording, it was already midnight, Jaylyn having orgasmed countless times while I had already painted every part of her with my cum, whether be it on her body or deep inside her ass and pussy. 

Following the extremely wild and lustful fuck-fest in the gym, Jaylyn and I remained in constant contact with each other while at the same time making sure that her boyfriend doesn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. On the OF side of things, even with Jaylyn’s face censored out and her voice modified, the total views count was already surpassing the first sex video that I made with Aless, something which I was genuinely surprised. What makes it even more sinful was the fact that not only was Jaylyn subbed to my OF anonymously, but her boyfriend was also an subscriber, and he had paid extra just to see more footage of his own girlfriend getting fucked and impregnated by another man, all while not knowing that it was his own girlfriend who was cuckolding him the whole time.