“Ahā¦”
In the dorm common shower, I let out a soft groan and dropped the vibrating toy still clutched in my hand. I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, my eyes hazy, my face flushed. An indescribable emptiness churned within me.
My name is Olivia, though everyone calls me Liv, and Iām a college student. Since my first time in high school, I’d always had a guy. “Pure face, wild side” was how most of them described me. But I never would have imagined that my first boyfriend in college, the one I’d chosen so carefully, would turn out to be more obsessed with gaming than with me. We could be mid-makeout session, and if his buddies called for a game, he’d be out the door in an instant, ditching me to play with them. He couldn’t care less if I was satisfied. Compared to Blake, his roommate, who always had a hungry look in his eyes for my butt, it was night and day.
I remember the first time I realized Blake’sā¦ potential. I’d seen him single and decided to set up my best friend, Ashley, with him. They hit it off, and one night we ended up sharing a hotel room. We booked a two-bed room to save money. I took one bed, Ashley and Blake took the other. In the middle of the night, Ashley’s muffled pleas woke me. “Easyā¦ easy there, you’re like a wild animalā¦ Iā¦ I can’t take any more.” I cautiously opened my eyes to see Blake aggressively pinning Ashley beneath him, moving with relentless force. After what felt like an eternityāseriously, almost fifty minutesāAshley couldn’t take it anymore. “Y-youā¦ if you don’t stopā¦ I’m gonna be seriously pissed!” Blake must’ve heard the genuine anger in her voice, because he wrapped things up pretty fast after that.
I was so envious I practically drooled. Part of me wished I could rush in and take her place. But wishing aside, I never actually did it. Then I thought of my own boyfriend, Brandon. It was frustrating, like wanting something to be better but knowing it just wouldn’t be. Brandon was better than Kevin in every way except one: that one thing women crave and sometimes resent.
I dried off, pushed those thoughts aside, and got ready to get dressed. But when I stepped out of the shower, still naked, I saw the locker mysteriously shut. Then it hit me: I’d heard the janitorial staff earlier, asking if anyone was in here. I’d been focused on moisturizing and hadn’t answered, so they must’ve thought the place was empty and locked up.
“But I’m still completely naked! Not a single piece of clothing left out for me. How am I supposed to get out?” I frantically searched around, a wave of panic washing over me. I was utterly exposed, with nothing but my flip-flops and a towel. I was completely trapped. To make matters worse, tomorrow was the first day of Fall Break. I couldn’t even afford to spend the night here waiting for someone to rescue me.
Finally, I steeled myself and made a decision: I’d have to go out naked and call for help. Not that I planned on streaking across campus. My idea was to hide behind the door, shield my naked body, explain my predicament, and ask someone to grab me some clothes. It would be incredibly embarrassing, sure, but at least it wouldn’t be complete social ruin.
Without much more hesitation, I bit my lip, stood up, and carefully poked my head out of the changing room door. “Hello? Is anyone out there?” I called out. Silence. After a moment’s hesitation, I used my towel to cover my sensitive bits and tiptoed out of the changing room. My heart hammered against my ribs, a mix of shame and nervousness making my whole body feel flushed. I took a deep breath and called out again, but still, nothing. By now, I was gradually getting used to the feeling of being naked. My nerves had settled somewhat, and I felt a little bolder. I let go of my arms, which had been crossed defensively over my chest, and walked forward, exposed.
After confirming the entire floor was deserted, I approached the exit. I looked up. The door was locked! It was a barred iron gate, and one of the bottom bars was missing, leaving a gap about a foot off the groundājust wide enough for my slender frame to squeeze through. I breathed a long sigh of relief. The girls’ dorm was too far, but the guys’ dorm was just across the way. Brandon and his roommates had all gone home for Fall Break, and I knew Brandon always left his spare key above the doorframe. I could easily slip over there and grab some clothes.
No time to waste. I got down on my hands and knees and eagerly started to crawl through the gap in the iron gate. In that position, my slender waist naturally dipped, and my rounded backside lifted high, a truly compromising pose that felt almostā¦ inviting. I knew how scandalous this position looked, but I was so desperate to escape that I couldn’t care less. Thanks to years of dance, my body was flexible. My upper half slid through easily, but my firm, full backside got completely stuck. I twisted my waist, wiggling my hips from side to side, trying to flatten my backside enough to get through.
Just as I was struggling, about to give up from sheer exhaustion, I heard laughter in the distance. It was a group of guys, noisy and boisterous, heading straight towards me. Suddenly, a strange, dark thought wormed its way into my mind: What if they saw the dance major, stuck in a dog-like pose, half-naked in an iron gate? Would they take advantage? Would theyā¦ force me into all sorts of positions? The idea, the vulnerability, sent a shiver down my spine. I wouldn’t be able to fight backā¦
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I always thought Ethan’s stepmom, Sarah, was graceful, beautiful, and pure. That was until after graduation when I moved into Ethanās house. Late one night, I saw Sarah in the bathroom, wearing a provocative slip, watching an adult film on her phone and hiking up her skirtā¦
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My name is Liam. After senior year of high school, my friend Ethan asked me to join him for a part-time job at a supermarket near his house.
I agreed and went home with him that very day.
It was there that I first saw his stepmom, Sarah.
Sarah was wearing a tight black slip dress that slightly emphasized her cleavage.
I immediately felt my mouth go dry and quickly averted my gaze downwards.
My eyes landed on Sarah’s two long, pale legs, pressed tightly together.
Her fair, slender legs were perfectly straight, and her delicate feet were adorned with red nail polish.
Scenes from adult films inexplicably flashed through my mind, and I quickly lifted my head, turning away to hide my flushed face from Sarah.
āI need to use the restroom first.ā
āGo ahead. Make yourself at home,ā Ethan said, seemingly oblivious to my reaction. He pointed to the bathroom, then settled onto the sofa and turned on the TV.
Sarah, however, smiled at me. Her foxy eyes, with a slight upturn at the corners when she chuckled softly, sent a ripple through my heart.
āEthan rarely brings friends over. Come on, Iāll show you.ā
She finished speaking and walked past me.
A fragrance, like orchid and musk, filled my nostrils.
She led the way, her tight, black body-hugging slip dress swaying rhythmically, her perfectly round and firm backside rising and falling with each graceful step.
I had only been looking for an excuse to use the restroom.
Now, seeing this, I wanted to clap my hand over myself to prevent any unsightly reactions Sarah might notice.
But the more I looked, the more I felt as if Sarahās slip dress was being worn without anything underneath!
I couldnāt see any trace of underwear!
Thinking back to beforeā¦ I wondered if Sarahās top half was also like that!
Could it be that Sarah likes to wear things this way, to make itā¦ convenient?
As I followed Sarah, we reached the bathroom within a few steps, but Sarah suddenly paused.
She gave me no time to react, quickly glancing down at me as I stopped.
A faint smile touched her lips, her gaze lingering.
āI never would have thought, for someone your age, youāre already so well-developed.ā
Thisā¦ Sarah had seen it, and she was saying this to me. I felt a surge of panic.
Sarah suddenly stepped forward and flicked my lower region.
I yelped.
Sarah giggled, her body shaking with laughter, her chest rising and falling.
āHeheheā¦ Hurry up and do your business.ā
I felt like Iād been granted a reprieve, my face flushed and heart pounding, as I rushed into the bathroom.
As soon as I entered, I saw a pile of red and purple intimate apparel.
Most of them were just narrow strips of fabric.
Connecting this to my earlier suspicion that Sarah preferred to go commando, and her deliberate teasing, my eyes widened, and my heart began to pound with excitement!
Could Sarah be doing this on purpose?
Teasing me, wanting me?
Soon, I slapped myself on the forehead.
Thatās right, Ethan mentioned his dad is abroad and hasnāt been back in a long time. Sarah must be feeling empty and lonely.
This isā¦ this is her wantingā¦ So, thenā¦ what about me?
My mind began to conjure images of scandalous intimacy with Sarah, and my heart beat faster and faster.
Certain parts of me also began to swell.
It was a while before I emerged from the bathroom.
Sarah had already started cooking, which made me breathe a sigh of relief.
During dinner, I was surprised to find dishes that included foods known for their āenergizingā properties, like large oysters.
Sarah kept urging me to eat more.
Her eyes watched me as if she wanted to devour me.
What did this mean?
I knew these dishes were supposedly potent for vitality.
That night, I drifted off to sleep.
Until I was awakened by the need to pee. I got up and went to the bathroom.
Just as I was about to push the door open, I noticed it was ajar.
Through the crack, I saw Sarah sitting on the toilet, holding her phone, watching something that made her face flush red.
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Soon, I heard sounds emanating from the phone through the door crack.
I was instantly stunned.
Sarah seemed to be watching a Japanese adult film, filled with the sounds of intimate acts between a man and a woman.
My face instantly turned crimson.
Sarahās face grew redder and redder, and her eyes began to look distant. One hand slowly lifted her skirt.
Sarah was wearing absolutely nothing underneath?!
Before long, Sarahās full chest was also rising and falling with her breathing.
Just as I watched, dumbfounded and feeling like I was about to explode, losing all control, Sarah suddenly lifted her head, and her beautiful eyes looked right at me through the door crack!
In that instant, I knew there was no hiding!
At the same time, I didnāt want to hide!
I wanted to go in, I wanted toā¦ possess Sarah!
The thought had just bloomed, and I felt a little scared, but quickly, looking at Sarahās mesmerizing expression, I disregarded everything else. All I felt was my hormones surging, that impulse growing stronger and stronger.
It was then that something made me swallow hardāSarah actually crooked her finger at me.
Seeing Sarahās alluring look, I immediately rushed forward, eager to push open the bathroom door.
āLiam, whereād you run off to? Are you in the bathroom? I need to go tooā¦ā
Damn it, it was Ethanās voice.
I felt incredibly annoyed.
I hadnāt expected a good thing to be right on the verge of happening, only for something unexpected to occur.
Disappointed, I stopped dead in my tracks.
Inside the bathroom, Sarah hastily began to pull her clothes back on.
It was only then that I clearly saw it: Sarahās black slip dress seemed different from other womenās slip dresses.
It had a small strap inside that was tied to her leg.
So, Sarah wasnāt going without underwear; the slip dress itself had built-in straps!
What a wonderfully unique design!
Sarah looked at me while anxiously dressing, placing her phone on the washing machine in the bathroom.
I could clearly see the screen displayingā¦ an adult film.
A female actress, mature and sensual like Sarah, was wearing a similar black slip dress, bending over and wiping the floor.
Behind her stood a male actor, younger than her, swallowing hard, his eyes burning with desire.
Though I hadnāt seen this specific film before, it was clear that the mature, older actress was seducing the young actor, who was around my age.
I instantly understood what was happening.
It turned out Sarah was deliberately seducing me.
This mature, alluring, married woman, Sarah, must have been dry for too long, and seeing me, she had developed improper thoughts.
Sarah had already put her clothes back on, her face flushed as she looked at me.
That mature and charming allure struck deep into my heart.
Thump, thump, thumpā¦
Ethanās footsteps grew closer.
Sarah quickly picked up her phone, turned off the screen, and brushed past me.
As she passed, her full breasts pressed against my body.
Perhaps it was because the bathroom door was too narrow, or perhaps Sarah did it on purpose, but as she brushed past me, a unique fragrance emanated from her.
At the same time, her soft breasts pressed against me, making my heart throb with excitement.
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āDoes it feel goodā¦ my husband has never made me feel like thisā¦ā
In the dim room, the young woman knelt on the bed, looking back at me. Her breathing grew more ragged, her hazy eyes seemed to melt anyone she gazed upon.
Just a day ago, I would never have dreamed of conquering Ms. Davies, my alluring English professor, and having her beneath me.
My name is Alex Stone, a college freshman.
Perhaps it was genetic, but I was born with an abundance of male hormones, leading to my, well, equipment developing at twice the rate of my peers. By the time I turned eighteen, it was truly something else. Not only did its length and girth grow exponentially, but due to an excessive amount of testosterone, my libido became incredibly potent. I needed to find a way to relieve myself twice a day, otherwise, Iād feel restless and uncomfortable all over.
That day, I went to the office to ask for a leave of absence. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Ms. Davies wiping away tears.
āProfessor, whatās wrong?ā
Ms. Davies turned, forcing a calm demeanor. āNothing, Alex. I was just tired, gave a big yawn.ā
āOhā¦ then Iāll go.ā
Since she didnāt want to say, I placed my leave request on her desk and turned to leave. But, as luck would have it, a sweep of my hand knocked over her thermos. Hot, steaming water splashed all over my lower abdomen and groin.
For a moment, I thought I was ruined. I hopped around, clutching my crotch, wincing in pain.
Ms. Davies panicked. āWhere did it get you? Let me see!ā
I hesitated, a little awkward.
Seeing my discomfort, Ms. Davies quickly grabbed my waistband, ready to pull down my pants. But just as she was about to pull, she paused.
āCan you walk?ā she asked, her brows furrowed.
āHissā¦ Kinda, kinda.ā
It was after school hours then, so there weren weren’t many people outside. Ms. Davies carefully but quickly helped me up to the fifth floor. She pulled out a key and opened the door to a small room opposite the storage closet. I looked around, noticing a desk and a bed inside. A few silk stockings were haphazardly tossed on the bedāit looked like her usual resting spot.
Once inside, Ms. Davies helped me sit on the bed and then reached down to pull off my pants. āIt was easy for someone to walk in the office earlier. Are you in pain? If the burn is serious, we have to go to the hospital!ā
Actually, I was almost fine by then. Though the water in the thermos was hot, it wasnāt boiling. It was more a fright than an actual burn. But lust often emboldens a man, especially with my heightened sex drive. Watching Ms. Davies kneel on the soft pad beside the bed, her captivating, beautiful face only eight inches from my groin, her luscious hourglass figure, magnified by the angle, was incredibly impactful. Her full breasts, encased in a black bra, trembled enticingly beneath her neckline, shining blindingly white.
I couldnāt help but react. As my boxers slid down to my knees, my ‘member’ sprang out with a distinct thwack, like a giant snake.
āOh!ā
Ms. Davies hadnāt expected me to be soā¦ gifted. She almost got hit in the face. She was visibly startled, covering her mouth with a soft gasp. Her eyes darted away. āYouā¦ quickly checkā¦ how is it?ā
āIt just hurtsā¦ā
My lifelong sexual happiness was at stake, so I naturally wouldnāt be careless. I lowered my head and inspected closely. I was relieved to find I wasnāt burned, only slightly red. The pain wasn’t from a burn, but more like a throbbing sensation from being overly aroused.
Ms. Davies avoided my gaze, turning to grab a clean towel from the clothes rack. She moistened it and gently dabbed my lower abdomen. The warm breath she exhaled sprayed onto my skin, sending shivers through me. From the mirror behind her, it looked almost as if she were kneeling, attending to me.
Recalling scenes from some novels, I deliberately arched my hips upward, bringing my ābig treasureā closer to Ms. Daviesās face.
āBehave yourselfā¦ā
Ms. Davies raised a hand and lightly smacked me. Then she suddenly burst out laughing. āNo wonderā¦ your nickname is āThe Big Donkeyāā¦ā
āProfessor, how did you know?ā
āYour ex-girlfriend mentioned in the dorms that your āthingā was especially big, and it just spreadā¦ Hahaha.ā
I awkwardly chuckled, pulling my abdomen back. Ms. Davies, seeing my expression ease, simply draped the towel over my ātreasureā and asked, āAre you okay now?ā
āDoesnāt hurt anymore, it feels warm,ā I grinned foolishly.
āThatās good. Donāt tell anyone about today, alright?ā Ms. Davies advised, looking a little embarrassed.
āMmm-hmm, I know. Itās our little secret.ā
Hearing my words, Ms. Daviesās face flushed even deeper, a beautiful crimson that spread down her neck. Even though she was a mature woman, she could still display such girlish shyness. My unruly body stiffened again, and a fresh wave of desire flared within me.
āYouā¦ what are you doingā¦ā
Ms. Davies froze, staring at the towel slowly rising from my erection. Her cherry-red lips parted in surprise. For a moment, the entire room was filled with an illicit tension.
āIā¦ I canāt control myselfā¦ā
āI know, youāre at that age when your blood runs hotā¦ā Ms. Davies seemed to conjure unspeakable images in her mind, her small tongue unconsciously licking her red lips, swallowing hard.
āProfāProfessorā¦ā I summoned my courage. āIāve always liked you. Every time I see you, I get like thisā¦ā
Ms. Davies stared at me blankly. After a long moment, she finally spoke. āYouāre in puberty, itās normal to have fantasies about the opposite sex. But it should be with girls your own age, not meā¦ā
āI canāt control it. And once itās like this, it takes a long time to go down.ā
āThen youā¦ā Ms. Davies actually looked a little abashed. āYouā¦ just take care of it yourselfā¦ just not too often, itās bad for your healthā¦ā
āProfessor, can youā¦ help me?ā
At that moment, I donāt know what I was thinking. I suddenly had a crazy impulse. I pulled the towel off, exposing my manhood, and blurted out the question.
Ms. Davies froze. When she reacted, her face instantly flooded with crimson. She fiercely pinched my leg. āYou dare tease your professor? Youāre out of controlā¦ā
Seeing her seem somewhat flustered and annoyed, I quickly stood up to appease her. But due to overexertion and my pants still being down, I immediately fell again. To make matters worse, my excited āmemberā directly hit the corner of the desk, a painful blow.
āAh, it hurts so badā¦ā
I writhed on the floor like a worm, clutching my groin.
āWhat happened to you?ā
Seeing my distorted expression, Ms. Davies quickly kneeled over me, fumbling to see how badly I was hurt.
āIā¦ I went limp.ā
āWhat nonsense are you talking about?!ā
āBut youāre so close to meā¦ and itās not reacting at all.ā
Ms. Davies looked at me in astonishment. I nodded helplessly. She, too, worried that I might actually be injured. She patted my back to comfort me. āMaybe youāre just too nervous. Itāll be fine in a moment.ā
Hearing that, I did calm down. Ms. Davies knelt on the bed, lost in thought. A few minutes later, she blushed again and leaned closer to ask, āDo youā¦ feel anything now?ā
Actually, I was pretty much okay by then, but feeling Ms. Daviesās soft body pressing against my leg, that desire in my heart stirred back to life. I couldnāt help but turn my head and kiss her lips.
āHmm?ā
Ms. Davies blinked, seemingly not registering what had happened. After a moment, she finally spoke. āSome child is very bold, indeed.ā
āYou still think Iām a child?ā
Looking at her captivating and alluring face, I steeled my heart and simply pressed her down onto the bed.
āAh!ā
Ms. Davies gasped, trying to shield her chest with her arms, her voice tinged with disbelief. āYouā¦ what are you doing?!ā
āTaking you.ā
Like a wild animal, I peeled back her hands and pulled them above her head, pinning them down. My other hand slipped under her skirt, pushing Ms. Daviesās underwear down below her neck, then settling over her exquisite, soft breasts.
āAlex!ā
Ms. Davies became shy, calling my name directly.
I didnāt answer. I leaned in and devoured her lips, while my right hand, using the same trick, moved downwards, boldly rubbing her buttocks hard a few times, getting my fill of what Iād dreamed of for so long. Then I tugged at the hem of her skirt, rolling it up to her waist.
āLetā¦ let me goā¦ā
Ms. Daviesās breathing was rapid and erratic. Beads of sparkling sweat glistened on her forehead, and strands of beautiful hair clung to her face, which was flushed like a peach blossom. Her half-closed eyes brimmed with unspoken passion. I kissed wildly downwards, raining kisses on her chest, lower abdomen, and thighs. Ms. Davies twisted even more fiercely, her fair legs flailing, her hands reaching out to pull at my hair.
āNoā¦ we canātā¦ā
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I was a recent college grad, and to save money, I was sharing a two-bedroom apartment with my best friend. But one unexpected incident plunged both our relationships into a spiral we could never escapeā¦
Last weekend, Iād just finished showering and was about to get dressed when my boyfriend suddenly pressed me down onto the bed, pulling down my underwear. āBaby, your butt is getting curvier.ā
āStop it,ā I tried to push him away. āThe doorās still open. Someone might see.ā
āSo what if they do? Itās not like theyāre strangersā¦ā My boyfriend pulled me into his arms and started kissing me, leaving me dazed and letting him have his way.
After a while, I noticed a figure standing at the doorway. It was Ryder, my boyfriendās best friend. He leaned against the doorframe, looking at my barely clothed body. āNot just a curvy butt, sheās got dimples too.ā
āGo on, scram! Havenāt you seen enough of your own girlfriend?ā Though it wasnāt the first time Ryder had seen me undressed, I still hid in my boyfriendās arms, blocking Ryderās view.
Initially, I had intended to close the door before putting on my clothes. But Ryder wouldnāt leave, and I couldn’t exactly walk around naked to shut the door, so I grabbed a short skirt from the bed and slipped it on. In this situation, wearing a bra was out of the question. So I dug breast petals out of my bag, ready to stick them on. When I looked up, Ryder was still staring at me.
āStill looking? Canāt tear your eyes away?ā
āCanāt tear them away because it feels too good! But I’m thinking of a different part of the body!ā Ryder burst out laughing.
āYou pervert, Iāll tell Mia not to let you into bed tonight!ā I glared at Ryder, then turned sideways to apply the breast petals.
Just then, my boyfriend started getting frisky again. He reached out and touched me. āIf Mia wonāt let him into bed, he can just sleep with us. Your bodyās so amazing, baby. Why enjoy it alone when you can share the fun?ā
āUgh, youāre trying to give yourself a reason to cheat?ā
āWhatās there to be scared of? Iām not losing out. Heāll trade Mia for you.ā
āGet out of here, youāre talking nonsense! Are you two really that close you’d swap girlfriends?ā
Hearing my boyfriendās vulgar and direct banter, my ears immediately burned crimson, and an indescribable tremor surged through me. I keenly picked up on the unspoken understanding between my boyfriend and Ryder; it seemed like more than just talk.
At the time, I didn’t know this was just the beginning of my downfall.
After theyād had their fill of joking, my best friend Mia had also showered and changed, so we set off for the escape room. This time, it was an adventure-themed room, just the four of us. My boyfriend and Ryder walked ahead, while Mia and I followed closely behind, huddling together in the darkness, inching forward.
Normally, I wasnāt easily scared, but Ryder kept letting out strange shrieks, and combined with the eerie lighting, it made my skin crawl. Suddenly, the door ahead burst open, and Mia and I shrieked, clutching onto each other. Just then, the walkie-talkie crackled, telling us a ghost had appeared up ahead and we needed to find a cabinet to hide in quickly.
Before I could react, Ryder grabbed me and pulled me into a nearby cabinet. My boyfriend, meanwhile, pulled Mia into another cabinet. The cabinet was only about two feet wide, so cramped our bodies were pressed together. Ryder held me from behind, and almost instantly, he couldnāt keep still, his hands starting to wander freely over me.
āAh!ā
Just then, Mia in the cabinet next to us let out a soft gasp. I quickly stretched my neck to look at her. Sure enough, Mia was pressed intimately against my boyfriend, just like us. But while I was facing away from Ryder, Mia and my boyfriend were face-to-face. She seemed stunned with fright, pressing herself deep into Jake’s embrace, trembling uncontrollably. Jake, meanwhile, had a look of pure enjoyment on his face.
In the dim light, separated by a thin cabinet wall, the heavy breathing of all four of us became exceptionally clear in the silence.
At that moment, Ryder gently bumped me, then lowered his head and nibbled my neck. I immediately froze. Ryder was on the basketball team, a towering six-foot-three, and holding me from behind felt like a wild giant playing with a doll. This gave me a fresh thrill, accustomed as I was to my boyfriend. Yes, women enjoy new sensations too.
I was both ashamed and scared. His body radiated a fire-like heat, stimulating my smooth, sensitive skin through my thin skirt.
āMmmā¦ā
My body felt weak and I let out a soft gasp, subtly pressing back against him.
āChloe, youāre really something, arenāt you?ā
Ryderās soft chuckle sounded from behind me. My face was flushed crimson, feeling as if my inner thoughts had been laid bare, my entire scalp prickling.
We stayed pressed together like that, I donāt know for how long, until the walkie-talkie crackled again, reminding us to continue searching for clues. Only then did I realize the ghost NPC had long disappeared.
I fully snapped back to reality, quickly pulling Ryderās hand away and frantically pushing him to get out of the cabinet. My boyfriend and Mia also emerged from their cabinet, their clothes disheveled, especially Mia whose face was flushed with a dreamy, almost dewy look. What surprised me was that Ryder didnāt seem to care that his girlfriend had been taken advantage of; instead, he kept looking at me and smiling.
This made me recall our intimate contact in the cabinet, and I quickly pulled my boyfriend forward, asking him with a hint of sourness, āSo, how did someone elseās butt feel?ā
My boyfriend quickly begged for mercy, āI just couldnāt help myself.ā
Seeing his comical expression, and remembering that I hadnāt controlled myself either, I couldn’t help but huff. āMen are all pigs, always wanting what they canāt have, especially other menās girlfriends. Itās like they canāt control themselves!ā
My boyfriend looked like he was about to cry. āUnfair! Youāve already drained me dry, Iāve got nothing left for other women.ā
āSo if you had the āgoods,ā youād just go for it?!ā
After another hour or so of playing, we returned home for dinner, by which time it was already dark. After washing up, I returned to my room, but heard muffled moans and groans from Miaās room next door. It turned out she and Ryder had already started. Meanwhile, my boyfriend was leaning over the bed, listening in, holding my underwear and examining it closely.
On itā¦ were the intimate traces from my time in the cabinet!
My heart seized with panic, and I quickly snatched it away. āWhatās so interesting about underwear? Itās dirty!ā
āDid Ryder touch you in the cabinet today?ā My boyfriend said in a teasing tone, chuckling a few times.
Seeing that he wasnāt angry, I felt a little relieved and deliberately provoked him. āSo what if he did? Arenāt you two close enough to swap girlfriends?ā
At this, my boyfriendās breathing grew heavier. He pushed me down onto the bed, his voice growing rougher. āHow did he touch you? Like this? Spill it.ā
Sometimes, to spice things up, weād exchange suggestive banter during foreplay, which always sent our passion skyrocketing. It was a little coupleās kink, nothing to do with personal decorum.
āNo way, Iām totally innocentā¦ā I deliberately swayed my hips, continuing to tease him.
āYouāre clearly turned on, so donāt play innocent. Tell me!ā My boyfriend pulled off my sleep shirt, used one arm to pin my wrists above my head, and then his other hand spread my thighs, holding me firmly against the mattress, as if I were a prisoner.
āOkay, Iāll tell you, but you canāt get angry.ā I turned my head to look him straight in the eyes, seeing his features contort rapidly, as if with anger mixed with excitement.
āTell me.ā My boyfriendās repeated demands made my heart pound faster. Strangely, as I watched him grow impatient, I also felt a peculiar thrill building up inside me.
āIn the cabinet, he pressed against meā¦ā I whispered, my voice barely audible.
āAnd then? You didnāt resist?ā
āOf course I resisted, but he held me tight and wouldn’t let go. He was so strong, I tried to push him away a few times, but couldnātā¦ā
āYou actually enjoyed it, didnāt you?! Keep going!ā
My boyfriendās questions grew more direct, his Adamās apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. My face burned hot, flushed all the way to my ears, and I gradually became more aroused.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his lips a few times. āI want youā¦ Letās do it now. Tonight, you donāt have to use a condom.ā
āDid heā¦ enter you? Did you like it?ā My boyfriend couldnāt hold back anymore. He roughly flipped me over, sticking his fingers into my mouth, swirling them around.
āYes, I liked it, so much. Hurry, pleaseā¦ā I was already dizzy with escalating desire, my messy hair flailing, my words becoming incoherent.
Just as I writhed, my hands flailing and grabbing at the sheets, the bedroom door suddenly pushed open. Ryder, completely naked, walked in carrying a flushed and panting Mia. āLet me tell you the most exciting partā¦ā
I shrieked instantly, fumbling frantically to pull the covers over my body. āHow did you two get in here?!ā
Ryder, holding Mia, looked at me with a mischievous grin. āYou ask Jakeā¦ā
My eyes widened. I stared at Ryder incredulously, then turned my gaze to my boyfriend, who had remained silent. Jakeās lips curled into an enigmatic smile. āWhy enjoy something alone when you can share the fun?ā
Looking at the man before me, I simply couldnāt believe my ears. He actually agreed to Ryderās outrageous request! A few mumbled words escaped my lips, and I felt as if I had plunged into an ice cellar.
āAre you insane?!ā
I backed away step by step, feeling that the two people in front of me had become utterly unfamiliar.
āDonāt come closer! Donāt touch me!ā
āJake, Iām warning you, donāt take another step! You know the consequences!ā
That was our unspoken rule, a phrase I used to rein him in whenever he angered me. For some reason, my boyfriend, who used to immediately hang his head and apologize upon hearing those words, now showed a flicker of impatience and almost undetectable disgust.
āAnd what then?ā
The expression on his face froze for a moment, replaced by a complex emotion I couldn’t decipher. Was this still the Jake I knew? My eyes welled up with tears, and my body trembled uncontrollably. Through blurry vision, the figures of these people seemed to blend and flicker, helplessness and fear overwhelming my heart.
My gaze fell on Mia, nestled in Ryder’s arms, throwing her a silent plea, my last hope. Mia and I were college classmates and even shared a dorm. After Jake and I got together, I introduced her to Ryder, which is how their romance began. She noticed my gaze, but merely tossed out a lighthearted remark.
āChloe, itās the 21st century. Donāt be such an old fossil!ā
With that, she poutingly snuggled into Ryderās arms, completely unbothered by what they were about to do. Ryder chuckled heartily and joined in, trying to persuade me. āYeah, whatās the big deal? Just treat it like a game, weāre all best friends here.ā
His words felt like a stinging slap across my face. My earlier resolve completely crumbled, and tears flowed freely. Looking at the three of them, in their disgusting collusion, I felt a chilling coldness all around me, and an unprecedented bitterness and rage twisted in my heart, choking me until my voice became hoarse.
āYour ideas are tooā¦ progressive. Iām not cut out for this kind of game. Excuse me!ā
With that, I quickly pulled the covers tighter and tried to bolt out the door. But a large hand appeared out of nowhere, blocking my path.
āLeaving would be so boring!ā
Jake reached for my hand, but I slapped him hard across the face.
āGet lost!ā
A crisp slap echoed, causing the air to seemingly freeze for a moment. Half of Jakeās face immediately swelled red. His pride had been trampled, and the stinging pain reminded him of how humiliated he was.
At that moment, Jake, as a man, finally snapped.
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My name is Ethan. A few years ago, by sheer chance, I connected with a major player in the high-stakes world, someone who specialized in offshore ventures. My boats, however, weren’t ordinary fishing vessels. They were exclusive party yachts, designed solely for the pleasure of the ultra-rich and powerful. These big shots loved their games, but they were also incredibly cautious. They demanded not just beautiful women, but also absolute security in their venues. The open sea was the perfect stage, and that’s how these pleasure boats came into being.
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Each charter cost a hundred grand. My only job was to verify the “merchandise,” keep watch, and ensure safety. Everything else, I stayed out of. Over the years, I’d seen A-list actresses tied up like crabs with red ropes. I’d seen others frothing at the mouth and rushed to the hospital. Some even died on the boat during one of these sessions. In short, their methods of torture were endless, and no woman who came off one of those party yachts left intact.
But I never expected Jade to show up on my boat.
Jade was my college classmate, my goddess whom I’d secretly admired for years. I never even got the chance to confess before a talent scout discovered her, launching her into the entertainment industry. She burst onto the scene, instantly becoming a sensation, nicknamed the “Pure Temptress” for her mature body, doll-like face, and sweet, syrupy voice.
It wasn’t long before she was caught on camera, disheveled and rushed to the emergency room late at night. Theyād actually removed a golf ball from inside her. After that, her career was dead in the water.
In the private inspection cubicle, a woman with a stunning figure and alluring face smiled at me, her eyes seemingly capable of stealing a soul. Before each cruise, we had to double-check that none of these women were carrying recording devices ā it was a non-negotiable rule from the big shot. One, for security. Two, their physical requirements for the women were incredibly strict; any noticeable scars could ruin their mood.
“Ethan, long time no see.” Her voice was soft and sweet, like a gentle feather stroking my heart.
I instantly went weak, staring at her in surprise. “Jade, it’s really you! Weren’t you blacklisted? How…?”
“Yeah, this is my chance to make a comeback. I specifically chose your boat,” she purred, twisting her lithe body and deliberately pushing herself into my embrace for the inspection. “Rather than letting those bastards have their way with me, I’d rather it be you.”
Her upper body pressed against mine, rubbing gently, her hot breath fanning my neck. My mind reeled. I wrapped an arm around her waist and looked down. After a few years, her figure had become even better. Beneath her thin robe, a peachy-pink, tight yoga outfit hugged her luscious curves, hinting at a cleavage that made you want to explore further. Her whole aura exuded a newfound mature allure; she could beckon with a finger and leave a man utterly lost.
At that moment, she raised her leg, her robe falling open. I looked down, and her yoga pants were actually open at the crotch, with nothing worn underneath! And then she took my hand, pulling at her robeā¦ My mind raced, my body immediately responding. I wanted nothing more than to devour her right then and there!
But just as I was about to go deeper, she suddenly slapped my hand away, giggling. “Just kidding. In my current situation, what else can I do but try my best to please the big shot?”
Her expression turned somber, making my heart ache. “I’ll take care of you,” nearly slipped out.
“This is my last chance to restart my career, and I have to seize it,” she said, looking at me with those mesmerizing, soulful eyes. “Ethan, if something really happens to me, you’ll help me, right?”
I turned my head to look at her, understanding dawned on me.
“Of course!” My gaze was heated as I watched her slowly expose her shoulder, nearly drooling.
“Heh,” Jade giggled, her cherry-red lips curving. “Do I look good?”
Like a man possessed, I nodded. Once, she had been the fantasy of countless men, and I was no exception. But as far as I knew, her family wasn’t poor. Even if she was blacklisted, it shouldn’t have affected her livelihood. What’s more, those big shots in the industry really did play some twisted games. Especially this one today; Iād never seen anyone walk off his boat under their own power.
I couldn’t help but worry about her. “Jade, have you really thought this through? Their methods of torment are not something you can endure.”
“I know. He’s the one I crossed before,” Jade said with a bitter smile, her memories seemingly still haunting her. “Three years ago, also on a boat, he tried to shove a golf ball inside me. It hurt so much, I couldn’t help but cry out, ruining his mood. He beat me half to death and then blacklisted me.”
“Then why are you stillā¦?”
“I have my reasons,” her eyes were shadowed, but then filled with hope as she looked at me. “I know this time I can’t escape, which is why I came to you. If anything truly happens, I hope you’ll help me.”
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I didn’t know what her unspoken hardship was, but I truly didn’t want her getting tangled up in this mess again. “Even if you approach that magnate, he might not help you.”
“I understand, but I have no other path left. Ethan, you’re the only person I can trust now.” Her eyes pleaded as she grasped my wrist eagerly.
Since her mind was made up, there was nothing more I could say. Seeing my nod, Jade instantly bloomed into a smile and signaled for me to begin the inspection.
She slowly untied her robe and shed her yoga attire. Beneath, she wore nothing but a nearly transparent lace string bikini, the thin straps looking as though they might snap under the weight of her breasts at any moment. My gaze drifted lower. Her long, pale legs were especially striking. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be entangled by themā¦
The cubicle was already small and stifling, and she had now shed all her clothes. A pale expanse of skin shimmered before me, rising and falling with her breath, an almost criminal temptation!
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry, my whole body growing hot. As if possessed, I found myself wanting to use the inspection as an excuse to satisfy my urge to touch her. She chuckled softly, then took my hand and guided it onto her. It felt like holding the softest silk, sending a wave of pleasure through me that nearly took my breath away.
“Ethan, I know you care for me. After tonight, I’ll give myself to you.” Jade looked at me with eyes full of promise.
Before I could react, she pressed herself into my embrace and kissed my lips. Her faint scent burrowed into my nostrils, and my mind buzzed. Blood rushed to my head, and I yearned to take her fiercely, right then. But at this moment, she was someone else’s property. I couldn’t! A jumble of emotions surged, a fire burning within me with nowhere to go, leaving my eyes red and suffocated.
She seemed to sense my shift, giggling and twisting her slender body in my arms. “Not tonight. But I have other ways. Consider itā¦ a down payment for your help.”
With a roll of my throat, my mind went blank as Jade slowly knelt downā¦
Thankfully, there was water in the cubicle, and I didn’t dare delay too long, ensuring she was clean before sending her and the others down to the lower deck. By dawn, I’d bring the boat back to shore, and my job would be done. Whatever happened in the cabin was none of my business.
But I spent that night sleepless. Occasional wails from the cabin pierced my eardrums, striking directly at my heart. I sat on the deck, chain-smoking, my eyes bloodshot, until dawn finally broke. As I watched the women emerge, bruised and limping one after another, Jade was nowhere to be seen.
I panicked, extinguished my cigarette, and stormed into the cabin. The big shot had already left on another boat at sea. The cabin was empty, but torn clothing, blood-stained props, and various enhancers were strewn everywhere. The bedroom door was ajar, and agonizing groans pierced my ears. My heart felt squeezed, I could barely breathe, and I stumbled closer to the bedroom. Jade’s weak, pained gasps grew clearer.
I rushed over and shoved the door open. A mixture of putrid odors assaulted me, sickeningly rotten. Even though Iād witnessed the big shots’ tormenting methods countless times and thought I was prepared, the horrifying scene before me still made my stomach churn. I wished I could rip my eyes out! I had guessed that if that magnate recognized Jade, he wouldn’t let her off easy. But thisā¦ this was beyond cruel!
Naked, she lay on the round bed, her legs spread wide and hoisted high, rough ropes chafing her skin and wrapped around her ample curves.
3
Her formerly fair skin was covered in red welts from the ropes, along with bite marks and even dried wax. The bed itself was a messy canvas of red and black. She wore a spiked collar like an animal, a gag stuffed in her mouth, her body convulsing, eyes rolled back.
My heart ached beyond measure. I quickly removed the gag from her mouth and carefully began untying her. Immediately after, she started dry heaving, spitting out a vile, reddish-white mess that, upon closer inspection, even contained tiny black particles.
“Jade, what is thisā¦?” My chest tightened.
She shook her head, her voice a mere whisper. “It’s nothing, just some strawberry sauce.”
“Strawberry sauce?” I was bewildered. There was no strawberry sauce in the cabin, just some fresh fruit. Wait, could it beā¦?
A terrible possibility dawned on me, and I looked at her lower half. Sure enough, red liquid flowed from between her legs, and I could vaguely make out a small clear straw. The fruit platter on the table was empty, and there were several empty cola bottles scattered around. Jade looked at me, a bitter smile on her face. “Itās exactly what youāre thinking. They used my body as aā¦ container to mash up strawberries and poured cola inside, making them drink from it, one after another. Ethan, thereās still something inside, but I donāt have the strength.”
“Don’t move. I’ll do it.” I helped her lie down and spread her legs.
Inside, amidst the messy chaos, was a golf ball! The moment I touched her, she trembled violently from the pain. I tried several times, my clothes soaked with sweat, but it was no use. She was growing paler and paler, on the verge of passing out. I couldn’t bear it. “No, you can’t stay like this. You have to go to the hospital.”
“No, not the hospital,” she grabbed my wrist with surprising force, her nails digging into my flesh. “Ethanā¦”
Her eyes held a desperate plea. I knew what she was worried about. She was once the industry’s renowned pure ingenue. Even if she’d been blacklisted for years, if someone saw her like this, all her sacrifices tonight would have been for nothing. I clasped her hand, wiping away her tears, and forced a light tone. “Since I took the down payment, I’ll see this through. Don’t worry, I have a buddy who runs a private hospital. He’s trustworthy.”
Jade lowered her gaze, biting her lip. The physical pain ultimately made her compromise. “Okay, I’ll listen to you.”
I let out a long breath of relief. Without a moment’s delay, I found some clothes to wrap her up completely and rushed her to the hospital. The hospital was outside the city, catering exclusively to wealthy clients, ensuring complete privacy. Since I’d called ahead, Jade was swiftly admitted to surgery.
But the situation was far more severe than I’d imagined.
In his office, my good friend Marcus stared at me like I was a freak for a long time, then inexplicably said, “Hey, Ethan, haven’t seen you in a few days. You’ve been getting into some wild stuff behind the scenes, huh?”
“Get out of here, what nonsense are you talking about? It wasn’t meā¦ Just look at her injuries, don’t ask questions.” I rolled my eyes at him, feeling oddly uncomfortable. He and I were childhood friends, grew up together, and he knew all my business better than anyone. As soon as I said that, his gaze indeed turned to one of pity.
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Iāve always had a powerful libido. Though Iāve never seen a doctor about it, Iām pretty sure I have a sex addiction. Especially during ovulation, I need it at least two or three times a day, otherwise Iād be crawling out of my skin with discomfort. My husband, David, a big, strapping guy, should have been perfect for filling this void. But lately, heās been swamped with work, traveling for half a month straight.
I was completely beside myself. I kept zoning out at work, and even my nightly sessions with my favorite vibrator werenāt enough anymore. My mind was consumed by thoughts of men. It got so bad I had to carry extra underwear in my bag, just in case.
That evening, the subway was particularly packed. Iād just managed to squeeze into a corner when I felt a hot, large hand press against my behind, kneading my buttock firmly.
āJerk!ā
Almost every attractive woman commuting on the subway has encountered a pervert. I was no exception. And today, I was wearing a tight-fitting skirt, so short that if I bent over, you could easily glimpse the pink thong wrapped around my private parts. It was precisely the kind of outfit that perverts on the subway loved to target. Almost guaranteed to draw unwanted attention.
But when I subtly glanced back, my face burned crimson. I never in a million years imagined the man brazenly touching my behind was my father-in-law, Robert, whoād just arrived in New York City from out of state. My husband had called yesterday to say Robert would be staying with us for a while, but I hadn’t expected to run into him on the subway. Even more shocking, he hadnāt recognized me. He clearly thought I was one of those outwardly prim but inwardly provocative women who wouldn’t dare fight back.
Through the reflection in the window, I could see his broad body completely enveloping me, his face showing an expression of pure pleasure as he continued his illicit caress. I hung my head, clenching my buttocks tightly, tensing every muscle in my body to fight against the intense, bone-deep tingling that threatened to make me cry out. I was terrified of letting out a disgraceful moan.
What was I supposed to do? Should I turn around? But his large hand was still gliding over my backside. If I revealed myself now, wouldn’t it be incredibly awkward? Should I pretend not to know? But we were headed to the same destination. Whether I got off early or rode a few more stops, we were bound to run into each other eventually.
I hesitated, only two choices lay before me: turn around and reveal my identity, or continue enduring. Originally, I was prepared to grit my teeth and speak up, but when Robertās fingers gently brushed against the edge of my underwear, my body instinctively chose the latter. It felt like the prelude to something more, as he seemed to be trying to explore further.
“Mmph…”
The sudden sensation made me stifle a moan, and I subconsciously arched my hips back a little, making it easier for him to press closer. I had to admit, his touch was incredibly deliberate; every motion seemed to target my most sensitive spots, like a key unlocking a deep, bottomless well of desire within me. My body reacted almost immediately, a warm flush spreading through me. But Robert wasnāt satisfied. He wanted more.
I could feel him shift, subtly lowering his body, using his thumbs to hook the sides of my thong, slowly pulling it down to the edge of my thighs, crumpling it into a tiny ball. Then, he subtly pushed my buttocks apart, pressing his warm, hard presence against me, inching forward as if trying to find a way in.
āN-noā¦ you canāt.ā
The person behind me was my own father-in-law. How could such a thing happen between us? The last vestiges of my sanity made me bite my lip, trying desperately to stay lucid. With a sudden burst of resolve, I spun around.
āDad, itāsā¦ itās me.ā
I quickly pulled my underwear back up, my face so hot I felt it might drip blood. I couldn’t meet his gaze.
āUhā¦ Sarah? Is that you?ā
Robert seemed startled, quickly stepping back, stopping his movements. Almost instantly, an alarming protrusion became visible to my eyes. My eyes widened in shock. Isā¦ is that a normal size for a man? I wasnāt some naive girl; on the contrary, my experience would make any woman my age blush with shame. But Robertās impressive package, more formidable than anything I’d ever seen, still stunned me. Davidās wasnāt small, but this was undeniably larger, at least a third bigger. The thought of being pinned beneath such a powerful man, his hands on me, filled me with a shocking mix of terror and forbidden curiosity.
The thought alone sent shivers down my spine. I quickly averted my gaze, using my bag to block his lower body. My voice trembled. āC-can you put that awayā¦ pleaseā¦ā
āOh, rightā¦ sorryā¦ā
It wasnāt until we got off the subway, almost home, that Robert finally spoke. āSarah, you should really be more careful, donāt wear such revealing clothes. Itās easy to run into creeps, especially for a young, beautiful woman like you.ā He said nothing about what had happened on the subway, adopting the air of an elder lecturing a junior.
I didnāt reply, my mind still fixated on that fleeting glimpse of his body. I touched my face, which was still burning hot.
If I hadnāt turned around just nowā¦
He would haveā¦ done it to me right there in the crowded train.
I couldnāt help but fantasize, my empty body increasingly out of control. My thighs felt a swarm of ants crawling through them, itchy and numb. My mind replayed images of being held down by Robert, completely at his mercy. Finally, the forbidden and shameful thrill became too much. The moment I opened the front door, I bolted for the bedroom as if fleeing for my life.
āDadā¦ Iām not feeling well. Just fix yourself something to eat and try to get to bed early, okay?ā
I eagerly dove onto the bed, stripped off my clothes, pulled a small device from deep within my nightstand, spread my legs, and pressed the switch, aiming it towards the living room where Robert was. I wanted it so badly! I yearned for a man to appear on my bed right now! Anyone! No matter the consequences, as long as he was as strong as Robert! As long as he could fill the emptiness in my body!
Until my energy was completely depleted, the last thing I thought before losing consciousness was: Ifā¦ Robert were to burst in and rape me right nowā¦ would I resist?
In the early hours of the morning, I was woken by a buzzing sound, only to realize I was still clutching my small toy. Though the lingering sensations made me want to lie there indefinitely, the urge to use the restroom forced me to struggle to my feet, slip on a nightgown, and stumble sleepily towards the bathroom.
But then, something unexpected happened! When I couldnāt find the light switch, I relied on muscle memory and sat down on the toilet, only to realize the sensation was completely wrong. Thisā¦ what was this? I instinctively twisted my hips, and my body jolted as if shocked by electricity. A high-pitched scream was about to erupt from my throat when a thick, strong hand clamped over my mouth from behind.
āShhā¦ Sarah, itās meā¦ā
Robert was pressed against me from behind, one hand covering my mouth, the other cupping my breast, holding me completely in his embrace.
āThe power went out while I was showering earlier, so I sat on the toilet to wait for it to come back on. And you justā¦ sat right on top of me.ā
Robert whispered into my ear, like a lover. I have to admit, in that pitch-black environment, hearing a familiar voice immediately calmed me. I realized the man behind me wasn’t an attacker, but my own father-in-law.
But very quickly, my heart began to pound. Because our current position felt exactly like a woman on top of a man during sex. Especially when Robert felt my stiff body gradually relax, he loosened his hand from my mouth, then deliberately cupped my other breast, gently kneading it. This made the entire room thick with a perverse atmosphere.
āMm-ahā¦ā
The pleasure of having my breast played with made me involuntarily cry out, and my body began to tremble.
āDadā¦ please, let me get up firstā¦ā
I desperately tried to suppress the rising heat within me, carefully shifting my body, terrified that if I slipped, that part of him pressing against my bottom would pierce me. But my soft legs felt like jelly, unable to muster any strength. I could only brace myself by placing my hands on Robertās legs, but doing so only lifted my body, pushing that alarming presence even closer to my most private spot. Back and forth, I couldnāt break free from his embrace. Instead, the repeated friction against my sensitive areas made my bones ache, unable to sit still.
āLet me lift you thenā¦ā
Robert gave my chest a firm squeeze, then slipped his arms beneath my knees, lifting me like he was helping me relieve myself. He swung his hips a couple of times, deliberately rubbing his hardened presence against my inner thighs.
āAh!ā
I jumped as if electrocuted, instinctively reaching to cover myself, but Robert lifted me higher, and I involuntarily sat back down again. I quickly hooked my arms around his neck, arching my chest, my sweaty body becoming more sensitive than ever, on the verge of collapse from the waves of pleasure.
āN-noā¦ stop doing this to meā¦ā
Robert braced his back, ignoring my pleas, using his hands to bounce my hips up and down, teasing my soft areas with a light touch, constantly provoking my desires. His breathing grew heavy. Just a few thrusts, and I could barely take it anymore. That spot of mine felt flooded, completely liquefied.
āMmm-uh-ahā¦ā
The overwhelming shame completely shattered my reason. Unknowingly, I grabbed my own breasts, kneading them forcefully, actively spreading my legs wider, twisting my hips, ceaselessly chasing that sliver of pleasure.
However, that pleasure lasted only a moment. Robert suddenly stopped.
āGive it to meā¦ I want itā¦ā
Losing that sole sensation of pleasure, I arched my neck, crying out sweetly. I grabbed his wrist, forcefully pulling him down, and my hips sank completelyā¦
āAhhhā¦ā
At that moment, my eyes rolled back. I felt my soul soar to heavenā¦
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“Chris, don’t hold back…”
It was late, deep in the night. The naked, mature woman on the bed, her body arced, looked back at me. She kept pressing her rounded bottom against me, her plump lips slightly parted, her eyes hazy with a desire that seemed to melt everything it touched.
Just twenty-four hours ago, I couldn’t have dreamed Iād conquer my lush, ripe mother-in-law and have her beneath meā¦
My name is Chris Lee, a twenty-five-year-old married man.
Lately, Iād been in a bind. My petite wife, Sophia, simply couldn’t handle how uncommonly well-endowed I was, and my stamina was insatiable. Iād be restless if I didn’t let off steam for a single day. Each time felt like a forced encounter, pushing Sophia to the point of rolling her eyes, just to find some relief. The result? In less than a month, her lips had swollen by a noticeable amount.
It even caught the attention of my mother-in-law, Danielle ReedāDani.
Dani was my immediate superior at work, and she was the one who introduced Sophia to me. Initially, she thought I was a jerk and was fiercely protective of her daughter. Only later, once she understood the reason for Sophiaās predicament, did she feel a little awkward facing me.
That day, I was in my office, trying to figure out how to develop Sophia’s oral skills, when my phone suddenly rang. It was Dani. She wanted me to see her.
I knocked on her office door. After hearing a faint, “Come in,” I turned the doorknob.
The first thing I saw was Dani bent over, her backside jutting out as she organized items in a cardboard box. Her ample, round backside swayed gently with her movements.
“Youāre here,” she said without lifting her head. Clearly, she recognized my footsteps. She nodded towards the sofa nearby. “Have a seat for a moment while I finish up.”
I didnāt reply, walking straight to the sofa and sitting down, my gaze fixed on her back. I instinctively swallowed. If memory served, Dani was exactly forty this year, in the prime of her allure. Unlike my small wife, Dani, at five feet six inches, was a fitness enthusiast. She maintained a stunning figure, a classic pear shapeāsensuous and alluring.
Whatās more, she was wearing a form-fitting dress today. Her full, generous hips stretched the cotton fabric taut, and the faint purple edge of her lace thong was visible, tightly embracing and shaping her twin, full-moon-like buttocks. Her body was so overtly sexual, it made you instantly want to ruthlessly claim her.
“Ma’am, let me help you.” I started walking towards Dani.
But I don’t know what possessed me. As I passed her, my hand, as if guided by mischievous spirits, lifted and smacked her beautiful backside.
She froze for a moment, her voice laced with disbelief. “What are you doing?”
“Myā¦ my buttā¦ your butt was just too tempting,” I stammered, barely coherent. “I couldn’t control myself.”
Daniās face flushed crimson. She stood up and pinched my waist hard. “You’re out of controlā¦ Can’t get enough of your own wife, so you’re trying to compensate with your mother-in-law, huh?”
I let out a cry of pain. Seeing she wasnāt genuinely angry, I followed her lead and continued to tease. “Whatās wrong with a little touch? If the daughter isn’t up to the task, the mother has a responsibility to help her son-in-law let off some steamā¦”
“Pffft, pffft, you pervertā¦ choke on it,” Dani scoffed lightly, lowering her head to continue organizing the box. She seemed oblivious to the fact that her open neckline revealed her smooth, fair cleavage. “Later, help me carry these materials home.”
Some time ago, Dani had mentioned she had a lot of books to take home but couldn’t manage them herself. I readily agreed, helping her load several boxes into my car, then driving her home.
“Put them next to the bookshelf in the bedroom,” she instructed.
I followed Dani’s instructions, carrying a large box into the bedroom. As I stood up, I didn’t watch my step and tripped on a slipper on the floor, stumbling a few paces before falling onto the bed. Looking down, I saw a length of black lace peeking out from under the pillow.
Was thisā¦ a thong?
As if possessed, I moved the pillow and discovered a flesh-colored, realistic vibrator underneath. It was a large one, too.
I wouldnāt have guessed. Dani was this hungry for release? The thought of my sexy, alluring, widowed mother-in-law having to rely on this to fill herself left me feeling a littleā¦ unsettled.
Tap, tap, tapā¦
Just as I was lost in thought, Dani’s high heels sounded behind me. When she saw what was in my hand, she immediately panicked. She snatched the toy, shoved it back under the pillow, and tried to push me out of the bedroom. “I can handle the rest myself, you can go home now!”
Looking at Daniās shy, seductive face, I couldnāt hold back anymore. I reached out and embraced her.
“Youā¦ you bruteā¦ you’re like a wild stallion,” Dani struggled a few times, her face flushed, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. She completely melted in my arms. If I hadnāt been holding her, she would have collapsed to the floor.
So sensitive?
My heart hardened. Seizing the moment, I captured her lips with mine, while one hand moved downwards, ruthlessly rubbing her soft, voluptuous bottom. Then I tugged at her dress, rolling it up to her waist. My fingers grazed the edge of her lace underwear, where her glutes met her thighs, caught by the yielding flesh.
“Chris! Youā¦” Dani cried my name, her voice barely a whisper squeezed from her throat. “Iāmā¦ Iām your mother-in-lawā¦ not your wifeā¦”
“Tonight, you’re my wife.” I was afraid if I hesitated, this golden opportunity would vanish. I leaned in again.
She struggled fiercely. As I tried to push her onto the bed, she bent her knee and pressed it against my stomach, pushing my neck with her hands, instantly separating us. At the same time, she twisted sideways to break free, but her legs wobbled, and she nearly fell to the floor.
“Carefulā¦” I quickly scooped her waist, my hand re-entering her dress, pinning her against the bed.
Dani scratched my back fiercely. “Get your hand out.”
“No!” I half-closed my eyes, enduring the stinging pain, feeling the warm, slick softness of her large bottom under my palm. Slowly, deliberately, I continued to toy with her curves. The intense body heat radiating through the lace fabric filled me with an almost unbearable urge.
“Still moving!” Dani’s voice was laced with a hint of a whimper. “Do you think just because I useā¦ that thing, you can just do whatever you want with meā¦”
With that, she bit down hard on my shoulder, punching my neck and back.
I panicked, immediately trying to kiss her eyes. Sure enough, there were wet tear tracks. “Don’t touch me like that anymore!” Dani turned her head away.
She was already a mature woman, yet she could show such maidenly bashfulness.
I didn’t dare to cross the line again. I kissed her mouth, teasing her slippery, retreating tongue.
“Mmā¦ hmm?” Dani blinked, her striking hands paused, seeming a little helpless. After a long moment, she broke free and asked in a mix of shyness and indignation, “Are you done touching?”
Only then did I remember that both my hands were still beneath Daniās dress, kneading her, having even slipped inside her panties.
“Is there ever ‘done touching’ this?” I replied mischievously.
Dani said nothing, just bit me again. This time, though, it was much lighter.
“Stop messing aroundā¦”
“I’m not messing around. Let me touch you for a little longer.”
“Do you want me to bite you more?”
“Can you bite somewhere else?” I thrust my lower body, pressing against the delta between her legs.
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1
The moment the crash happened, my husband, Ryan, was thrown clear by the massive truck, just as he pushed me out of its path.
He was rushed into surgery, but I calmly opened a game on my phone.
A few minutes later, Ryan’s attending physician, Dr. Ava Hayes, rushed out, frantic.
“Dr. Miller, your husband is brain-dead! You’re the only one who can help him, please, you have to come with me!”
Her eyes were wide with desperation as she looked at me. After all, I was the only doctor in the entire state who had successfully treated a brain-dead patient.
I kept my eyes fixed on the game, my voice flat. “He’s my spouse. Hospital policy prevents me from operating on immediate family.”
My mother-in-law, Susan, fell to her knees before me, bowing her head repeatedly, pleading. “Alex, please, save Ryan! He was hit trying to save you!”
I dodged her grasp, revealing my swollen right wrist, and offered a faint smile. “Unfortunately, I accidentally severed the tendons in my hand today. I can’t hold a scalpel.”
Blood streamed down my right wrist, glaringly red.
Ryan’s parents, David and Susan, immediately blanched.
Susanās face was ashen, her voice trembling. “Alex, you’re a doctor. How could you ‘accidentally’ cut your own tendons?”
Her eyes were filled with suspicion. “Are you afraid of losing your job, so you just faked an injury with some fake blood to fool us?”
It was a logical thought, I suppose. The hospital had a strict rule against operating on immediate family members. And my position at the State Hospital? Iād worked my fingers to the bone for years, studying relentlessly, just to get it.
Meeting her suspicious gaze, I extended my right wrist towards her.
A deep, bone-visible gash snaked across my wrist. It was a real wound, impossible to fake.
Susan peered closely at it, then burst into tears. “Youā¦ you can’t do the surgery now. What will become of my sonā¦?”
“My poor, suffering boy, is he just meant to die now?”
She wailed, pounding the ground with her hands, clearly on the verge of collapse. The deep bond between mother and son made passersby wince in sympathy.
I merely smiled, my voice calm. “Then it must be Ryan’s fate. There’s nothing I can do.”
Then I lowered my head, staring intently at my phone screen. The battle onscreen was raging. I controlled my hero, crouched in the tall grass, waiting for an opponent to walk by for an instant kill. My teammates, however, were proving useless. In the few minutes weād been talking, our team had already fallen behind.
I frowned, concentrating on the chaotic fight.
Seeing my indifferent expression, Ryanās father, David Mitchell, paled, his body swaying unsteadily. The usually quiet and honest man, desperate for his son’s life, had learned to humble himself. He wasn’t one for many words, but he simply fell to his knees before me with a thud.
The middle-aged man bent a back that had never bowed in his life, his eyes red, stumbling over his words as he pleaded. “Al-Alex, please, I’m begging you. Go help Ryan!”
“He’s your husband! You can’t just watch him die!”
“Even if your hand is injured and you can’t hold a scalpel, maybe you could go in and advise them on what medication to useā¦”
Almost all the onlookers couldn’t bear to watch, and a few younger women were already tearing up.
Dr. Ava Hayes, Ryan’s attending physician, also frowned, looking at me with displeasure. “Dr. Miller, you’re the only doctor in our hospital with experience saving brain-dead patients.”
“And for your own husband, is your job that important? Don’t you care about losing it?!”
“Besides, he was hit trying to save you! Saving lives is our duty as doctors, and that’s your husband!”
“Brain death has a ninety-nine percent mortality rate! Are you really going to disregard your own husband’s life just for your job?!”
Hearing that terrifying mortality rate, Susan and Davidās faces turned ashen, like death itself. Immediately, they both practically trembled as they kowtowed to me, begging me to go in and save Ryan.
But I remained fixated on my phone screen.
“DEFEAT!”
2
The game over notification blared on my phone.
I glared at the exploding crystal on the screen, annoyed, and slammed my phone down. “This is all your fault, constantly yelling! This was my promotion match!”
“Buzzing around my ears like flies, it’s so damn irritating.”
David knelt by my legs, trembling, looking up at me with a pleading face. “Alex, just save Ryan, and we’ll give you whatever you wantā¦”
The onlookers, who had finally understood the situation, began to point and whisper about me, their expressions varied. A few older women even frowned, their gazes filled with disapproval.
Before I could reply, a commotion erupted from inside the operating room. Then a young nurse rushed out, her face deathly pale. “Dr. Hayes, Dr. Hayes, the patient’s blood pressure just plummeted! He’s fading fast!” Her voice was shaking with tension.
Dr. Ava Hayes glanced at her, a flicker of anxiety in her eyes, then turned back to me, her face grim. “Alex Miller, I’m asking you one last time. Are you sure you won’t go in and see him?”
I remained silent. The wound on my right wrist, stretched by the movement, began to bleed again, a horrific crimson. Under Dr. Ava Hayes’s darkening, almost dripping gaze, I slowly but firmly nodded.
Seeing this, David desperately grabbed at me, but Susan cut him off, wailing, “How can you be so heartless!”
“Our Ryan dated you for seven years and never once looked down on your humble background!”
“He’s handsome, well-educated, and countless girls chased him, but he only ever saw you, dead set on marrying you!”
“From the moment you two started dating, everything you ate, everything you wore, wasn’t it my son who bought it for you?”
“When you got married, you had no dowry, and your family was poor, but we didn’t look down on you.”
“Even your tuition for your graduate and doctoral studies, it was all our Ryan who paid for it. Now he’s hanging by a thread, and you, you actuallyā¦”
Susan’s words dripped with pain and sincerity, every single one from the bottom of her heart. By the end, she couldn’t hold back anymore and broke into wrenching sobs.
The onlookers finally couldn’t take it anymore, stepping forward to criticize me vociferously. “Young lady, is a job really that important? You can always find another job, but you’ll regret losing a husband for the rest of your life!”
“Exactly! He was so good to you, so devoted. You can’t be so ungrateful!”
“This is about saving a life, and he was hit trying to save her! What is there to hesitate about?! I don’t get it!”
“This woman is just too cold-heartedā¦”
The murmurs from the crowd grew louder. I pressed my lips together, sitting on the bench without a word. I felt like an unyielding stone.
Seeing my lack of reaction, David, on the verge of collapse, tugged at my pant leg, pleading bitterly. “Alex, what ifā¦ what if you go in and save him?”
“As a thank you, we’ll transfer the house and car into your nameā¦”
At that, I finally lifted my eyes.
Seeing my expression soften slightly, David was overjoyed, quickly patting his chest. “Alex, don’t worry, I promise I’ll do it! As long as you agree to save Ryan, I’ll give you the house, the car, and all our savings!”
A commotion broke out in the waiting room. Everyone was moved by this display of paternal love.
I looked down at David, silently calculating. The house, car, and savings under his name combined had to be worth several million. Buying my job back that wayā¦ it wasn’t a loss.
Butā¦
I looked up again, softening my tone. “Alright, I can go in and save him, butā¦”
Seeing me finally agree, David’s face lit up with joy, his eyes filled with hope.
I drew out my words, slowly. “But you have to sign a contract with me first. What if you don’t keep your word later?”
At my words, the smile on David’s face froze, as if in disbelief.
Susan couldn’t hold back anymore, screaming excitedly. “Ryan’s condition is critical! Who has time to wait around for a contract?”
“My poor, unfortunate son, how did you marry such an ungrateful wretch!”
I spread my hands in a helpless gesture, my voice firm. “No contract, no surgery.”
The onlookers began to clamor again, their words filled with accusations against me. A few hot-tempered individuals even looked ready to punch me out of sheer frustration.
Just then, another nurse hurried out, her uniform stained with blood. Her voice was stunned, clearly terrified. “The patient just lost consciousness! Before he passed out, he told me to give you a message.”
“He said not to make things difficult for Dr. Miller, because he knows how hard Dr. Miller worked to get this job.”
3
Hearing the news of Ryan losing consciousness, Susan immediately collapsed to the ground. Her face was deathly pale, trembling so hard she couldn’t speak. David’s eyes were red-rimmed with tears, and he hit his head against the ground a few more times, looking as if he might vomit blood.
He squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth. “This is a matter of life and death. I swear I’ll give you everything, just please, can youā¦?”
Looking at the two old people, so worn and distraught, I hesitated for a moment. My parents died young, and I never felt much family warmth growing up. After I started dating Ryan, he quickly introduced me to his parents. The Mitchells were kind, humble, and incredibly thoughtful. They never once looked down on me for my humble background, instead treating me like their own child.
The year I was studying for my master’s, Ryan worried about me, so he and his parents would often bring me home-cooked meals. Four dishes and a soup, always a balanced mix of meat and vegetables. Susan even went out of her way to learn to cook my favorite dishes. They were kind and loving, genuinely good to me.
When Ryan and I got married, I didn’t even have a job yet. I had no car, no house, and even my tuition for school was paid by the Mitchell family. At the wedding, some of Ryan’s relatives looked down on me, and a few distant cousins even made some sarcastic remarks. David and Susan immediately turned cold, announcing to everyone present, “Alex is a good child, and she is the daughter-in-law we, the Mitchell family, have chosen.”
“From now on, anyone who says hurtful things about Alex need not set foot in our home.”
At the time, I was young, insecure, and sensitive, and hearing those words moved me deeply. I swore then that I would be good to Ryan and to his parents for the rest of my life. I was grateful that they gave me a complete family, allowing me to experience a familial warmth I’d never known.
And nowā¦
David and Susan, old and haggard, knelt before me, their eyes filled with desperate pleading. I silently lowered my gaze, unable to look anymore. A twisting pain shot through the wound on my right wrist. I felt like I was suffocating.
Seeing the old couple kneeling and begging, Dr. Ava Hayes quickly moved to help them up. “Alex Miller, what are you doing? Not only are you refusing to save your husband, but you’re trying to steal these old people’s property too?”
“For money and a job, you’d even abandon your conscience? You’re truly disgusting!”
She shot me a glance, then declared loudly and righteously, “There’s no need to beg her! I, Dr. Ava Hayes, am willing to risk my job and reputation to do everything I can to save this patient, not only because I have a doctor’s sense of responsibility, but because I have a conscience!”
At her declaration, the surrounding onlookers immediately burst into applause. They praised her as a model doctor. By contrast, I looked even more selfish and cold-hearted.
Seeing this, I offered a faint smile. Ignoring the pain in my right wrist, I even started to clap. “Then I wish you luck.”
Dr. Ava Hayes shot me a hateful glance, then turned and walked into the operating room. Not until her figure disappeared into the operating room and the door was closed by a nurse, did I slowly press my trembling hand to my wrist, cold sweat beading on my forehead.
David and Susan had no time to worry about me. They helped each other up, scrambling to find money for Ryan’s treatment. The crowd gradually dispersed. My vision blurred, and my consciousness slowly fadedā¦
This marks the billing point.
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