My Student, My Whore; My Masterpiece [MF][18+]

I thought about her last night. Again. Lately it’s been happening more and more.

I’d hooked up with this chick from out of town who I just met online. It’s not what I was trying to do, it wasn’t my intent, but this woman looked just like her. Same long dark hair, same big brown eyes, almost the same septum piercing even. Yeah the smile was a little different, and the laugh a bit off, and the way she looked at me wasn’t the same. She was older. But still.

I wasn’t thinking about those things while I was fucking her – I was thinking about Mia. I was thinking about finally making her mine; I was thinking about pounding her brains out and making her cum til she’s stupid. I was thinking about turning her into my own little whore.

Which is a problem, because Mia’s half my age. And my former student.

I felt guilty afterwards. Troubled. Those aren’t the kind of thoughts you’re supposed to have for a girl you mentored, for a young lady you built up time and again when no one else would. My hookup had no idea; she loved it, she just thought I was a rough guy, kinky and intense.

Seduced by my Stepdaughter, Part 2 [MF] [18+] [WMAF]

(This is the second part of an ongoing story. I recommend reading part one first, which you can find in my profile.)

It’s still raining by the time I finish with work, the skies the color of lead as I trudge to my car, exhausted and on edge. Puddles have formed inside the parking garage, water dripping and leaking everywhere. They say there could be flooding and power outages, downed trees and landslides; it’s a real doozy of a storm that’s hit us, a once-in-a-decade type event. It’s worrisome, to be sure – but it’s not the reason I’m stressed the fuck out.

Nor is it the fact that I spent most of my day in meetings. To tell the truth, I was zoned out a lot of the time. I’m damn tired, and it’s just so hard to focus.

No…what has me on edge, what has me freaked the fuck out is the fact that I fooled around with my stepdaughter last night. That I’d given into temptation; that I’d crossed a line.

*Goddamn. How could I let something like this happen?*

Fuck! I bang my fist against the hood of my car, watching the rain pour down outside.

Breaking-In on my Ex [MF] [Cheating] [Rough]

“Hubby’s not home til Monday. I think I forgot to lock a window. I’m a lil drunk…”

I’m hard as soon as I see her message. I hadn’t heard from Mia in a little while, but I’d figured she’d text eventually. She always does.

Right away I start calling people to cover my shift. It’s not too difficult – it’s Friday night and the bars are packed, there’s always someone looking to pick up a little extra work.

I smoke a J and head over to her place at around 10. It’s a nice neighborhood so I make sure to park up the street a little way – an old beater of a car like mine isn’t exactly welcome around here, and the last thing I need is some fucking Karen calling the cops on me again.

When I walk over I stick to the shadows, staying close to the hedges. Up ahead, her husband’s bigass house looms, lights on in every window.

The fence is higher than I remember, and I curse as I pull myself over it. Fucking…she could have left the gate open, or something. I guess that’s not the point, though – she calls me over when she wants a thrill. Well I’ll give her one alright.

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Seduced by my Stepdaughter [MF] [18+] [WMAF]

“Happy birthday, Viv,” I grin, snapping one last picture of my stepdaughter as she poses with her cupcake. She gives me a cute smile and blows out the ‘nineteen’ candle in its center, giggling as a round of applause erupts from nearby tables. There may be a storm outside, but here in the restaurant it’s cozy and cheerful as people clap along, joining in our little celebration.

“Thank youu,” she smiles shyly to the strangers, giving them a small wave. She’s so sweet and kind, it’s no wonder people like her everywhere we go. I sneak in another photo, suppressing a pang of regret – she just looks so much like her mother sometimes. It kills me every day that things didn’t work out between us, but at least I’ve got my Vivian again.

She looks back to me, her big brown almond-shaped eyes alight with excitement. A slender young woman of medium height, she wears her silky dark hair long, her bangs swept to the side, her features cute and petite from her Vietnamese heritage.

“Soo, what did you wish for?” I ask, leaning in.

Breeding the Babysitter [MF] [18+]

I get home late, much later than I’d meant to. Again. Far too late to see my son; I’m sure the sitter’s already put him to bed hours ago. It’s tough making a living but not having much of a life…but if I’m going to provide for my family, I’ll do what I have to.

Some of the lights are still on, at least, and I smile to myself as I walk up the drive, looking forward to a slice of cold pizza and a late-night chat with Emma. It’s almost embarrassing to say, but lately I’ve been working so much my only socializing has been with my son’s babysitter.

Something seems off, though, as I come through the front door and walk down the hall. The TV’s still on in the living room, but Emma’s nowhere to be found. Usually she’s lounging on the couch, folding laundry and watching some cooking show or another. Not this time – the room’s empty, as are the kitchen and dining room.

“Emma? Tyler?”

Worried, I walk quickly to my son’s room and find him sound asleep, safe and snug in his bed. I let out a sigh of relief; that’s one mystery solved. But where’s the sitter gone?

Waking Up With My Wife [MF]

“Wake up wake up, Daddyyy.”

I slowly come to, the giggled words bringing me out of a light, dream-filled sleep. Birds call outside, and I can hear the wind in the pines through the windows of our rustic mountaintop lodge. A curious sensation at my foot tugs at my attention.

“Wake uuup, Daddyyy,” a familiar voice whines playfully, speaking with the soft musicality of a Filipino accent. My eyelids gradually flutter open – my wife Marielle kneels at the foot of the bed, her caramel colored skin gorgeous and glowing in the soft morning light. She watches me with a mischievous grin, nibbling at my big toe which protrudes from under the covers. All I can see of her is her pretty face and ample breasts resting against the mattress, her areolas big and brown and beautiful. She smiles as she sees I’m awake, and winks seductively before popping my toe into her mouth, sucking on it, running her tongue and teeth along its edges.

“Oh, girl,” I groan at the sensation. “Baby, what are you doing?”