The Babysitter’s First Time, #3

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When I became a live-in babysitter, I never thought I’d end up here…spread open on the living room rug while my married boss takes control of my body for pay. I definitely never expected that his wife would catch us in the act.

But most of all, I never expected her reaction.

My most dangerous risk, my most intimate moment…led to my most intense, toe-curling, heart-pounding pleasure.

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I couldn’t get out of bed the next morning. I just lay there and thought about the previous afternoon, when Joel and I had had the house all to ourselves and he had taken my virginity in his own marital bed. I remembered the way he’d gotten me nice and wet, licking me and sucking my clit and making me beg for his cock, before finally pushing it inside of me, popping me open, and fucking me raw.

God, it had felt so good. So primal, animal. I’d felt like my entire body had been reduced to a gaping wet hole and two breasts, all for him. Now, lying in bed with only a thin wall separating my bedroom from where he probably still lay in bed with his wife, I reached a tentative hand down to my pussy. Wet again. I was insatiable these days. My pussy felt sore and stretched, but it made me smile in satisfaction. I no longer had the thin skin protecting my opening. Now I was truly open for business—from Joel, from my own hungry fingers, from the college guys I’d soon meet. It felt like a whole new world was opening up to me.

In the next room, I heard the low murmur of voices. Joel and Dana hadn’t had sex the night before, as they had so many of the other nights this past week that I’d been staying with them as their live-in babysitter. I knew because I’d heard them every time they had. Instead, last night, I had heard Dana’s giggles, then Joel’s voice telling her he was too tired, not in the mood.

Because of me, I knew.

Now, I heard her ask sleepily, “What time is it?”

“Nine o’clock,” came Joel’s lower tone. Hearing his voice made electricity shoot through my body, straight into my clit.

“I can’t believe Alice hasn’t come to wake us up yet,” Dana said.

“She’s off her game,” he agreed.

It was true: Joel and Dana’s four-year-old daughter was not good at patience, and almost every morning I’d been there she’d woken them up before their weekday alarms had at 6:45.

I was glad it was Sunday. Sundays meant my duties with Alice were light, a shared load with Joel and Dana, unlike on the weekdays while they were at work. Today I was free to spend most of the day daydreaming, remembering, wondering when I’d get Joel’s cock again.

A memory flashed onto my closed eyelids like watching a video: Joel, on top of me on his bed, his body pressing into mine, his cock positioned at the opening to my pussy. The moment when he’d popped me open. He’d hesitated, pushed, waited for me to confirm I wanted him to keep going, and then he’d pushed again and popped through, breaking my hymen and penetrating me in a single breathtaking moment….

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The Babysitter’s First Time, #2

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I can’t stop thinking about my married boss pushing into my mouth and down my throat…and I want more. He’s offered to pay me lots of money to pop me open for the first time and use me hard, and I need the money. It’s so wrong, so why can’t I stop thinking about it?

His wife is leaving for the afternoon. If he rubs my tight slit, I’m not sure I can resist….

And I’m not sure I want to.

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All week, I thought about Joel licking my wet pussy, about the way he had pushed his cock into my mouth and given me my very first taste of come. I was hornier than I’d ever been that week—rather than extinguishing my desire, the orgasm he’d given me only made me want more.

I wanted him to shove his cock inside of me, pop open my virgin pussy, pound me. I wanted to feel him stretching me open around his huge rod, wanted him to make me his.

Every time I ate a meal at Joel and Dana’s kitchen table, I remembered him hoisting me up there, staring at my exposed pink slit. My heart beat faster just being in that room.

Joel, of course, acted as though nothing had happened. He addressed me politely and professionally, though every once in a while I caught a glimpse of something dark and lustful in his eyes when his wife’s back was turned. And Dana, I knew, suspected nothing.

At night, I heard them fucking from the next room three other times, as I had my first night in their house. They made no effort to disguise their moans and grunts and sighs of pleasure, and I no longer felt bad about touching myself along with their rhythm. It became a near-nightly ritual, and I was disappointed when I didn’t hear them.

But I longed for it to be me that Joel spread out on that bed and thrust inside of. Since our first session, he hadn’t again mentioned wanting to fuck me, to take my virginity. I hadn’t dared bring it up, even when we were alone. I hoped I had been good enough for him, that he had enjoyed feeding me his cock.

Because I sure as fuck loved taking it. I almost didn’t want to admit to him how much I had liked it. If he knew, maybe he would no longer want to pay me for my services. But the secret truth was, as much as I needed the money, I had loved playing with Joel’s cock, loved having him rub it up and down the valley between my lubricated breasts. The truth was, I would’ve fucked him for free.

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The Babysitter’s First Time, #1 (Virgin, older man younger woman, cheating husband, oral sex)

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On my first night as a live-in babysitter, I overheard my bosses, Joel and Dana, talking dirty and getting off together, and touched myself—imagining it was me, daydreaming about my own sexy first time. But I got carried away and they heard me.

Now Joel is offering me money to do to me what he does to his wife. I want him to spread me open and lick me while I suck him…but he’s married. And I’ve never done this before.

It’s so wrong….But I’m not sure I can resist.

 

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Through my new bedroom wall, I heard faint moans, like someone trying to be quiet. Then giggles.

I crept silently toward the wall, grabbing a water glass off the desk, and pressed the glass against the wall, my ear against the glass, to amplify the sounds.

I was almost sure of it now: my new bosses, Joel and Dana, were having sex in the next room. It was only my first night in their house as their live-in babysitter, and already I was overhearing them having sex.

The girlish moans got louder, and then I heard Joel’s “Shh!” But a moment later the moans started up again, and then a rhythmic thumping. I felt myself get wet imagining what was going on in the next room. I could picture his strong thighs in front of her body, her legs open to him as he pumped into her.

What would his cock look like? Huge, I was sure. Meaty and thick, nice and hard. Just like the guys in the porn I’d accidentally caught sight of the year before. I’d never seen a real cock, but I was desperately curious what it would feel like inside of me, and so horny I could hardly stand it.

Without even realizing I was doing it at first, I reached down with my free hand and pushed inside the waistband of my silk pajama pants. Down into my lace panties, down, down, down, until I felt the warm wetness I was expecting. Ooh, my finger felt good against my throbbing, engorged clit. The skin there was so sensitive right now, and I made myself shudder by rubbing myself too firmly.

“You like that, you little slut?” I heard Joel say.

“Yes, yes,” Dana moaned. “Fuck me!”

The walls were paper-thin, I realized now. I didn’t even need the glass anymore. I set it down and used my other hand, the one not occupied in my panties, to rub my breasts, first on the outside of my sheer babydoll top, feeling my nipples through the thin fabric, and then pulling the satin ribbon that held the top together and allowing my breasts to free themselves. My nipples felt soft at first, pliable, but as I rubbed them they hardened beneath my fingers.

I had large breasts that had always attracted a lot of attention; in fact, I suspected they were part of what had landed me this job. I grabbed a handful of them now, squeezing as I rubbed more feverishly at the nub of my clit. My hand was getting drenched in my own juices.

Thump, thump, thump, came the sounds from the next room. My pussy felt as though it were stretching itself open to accommodate Joel, and I suddenly wished he were there with me, instead of in the next room with his wife. What would it feel like?

Stop it!, I told myself. That was no way to think about my employer. If I was going to get through this summer, I would have to be professional.

But I couldn’t ignore the moans, louder, more frenzied. I could hear his balls slapping against her ass as he fucked her—that’s how thin the walls were.

I crouched down, my back resting against the wall and legs spread open, so that I could push inside of my pussy with one finger. I couldn’t fit two—my hymen was still intact, after all; I had to be careful enough with one not to pop it open.

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Preview: Slave to the Boss, #3 (Rough play, exhibitionism, humiliation, crowd watching)

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She’s young, fun, and…up for anything.

Angelie loves having her tight young body spread open by her boss’s new clients. But this time, what her boss is asking is more intimidating, more humiliating, and more exposing than ever before. This client wants to be watched…by all her coworkers, who remain fully clothed while she gets used hard and filled up unprotected.

Can she handle it? Or has her boss finally gone too far?

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I’d been at my new job only a week, but already I had been spread open and fucked hard by my boss against the huge floor-to-ceiling conference room window, by a potential client on the conference table and in front of the window, and in the following days by several other potential clients Peter had hoped to tempt into signing with his firm. (As far as I knew, it seemed to work.)

I loved the feeling of my pussy being stretched wide by strangers’ cocks, being rammed into hard and rough, brought to orgasm by new cocks, then filled or sprayed with these men’s come. I loved that Peter, my boss, was in control of my body, not me. It gave me such a thrill to allow myself to be used for his benefit.

Though I got plenty out of the deal too. I was no longer going to bars in the evenings, hoping to entice men back to my apartment; now I was getting as much sex as I wanted during the work day. And getting paid for it to boot. I couldn’t have been happier. And somehow, in only a few days on the job, this work had started to feel normal to me.

Yet still I was unprepared for the surprise Peter had in store for me one week in. It was a Wednesday, a day like any other. When I arrived in the morning, I went straight to Peter’s office, and Peter looked me up and down, as he did each morning, deciding whether my outfit would work to arouse the client he was meeting with that day. Each day he’d approved of my outfit, but that day he just frowned at me.

“Do you have anything else with you to change into?” he asked, looking me up and down.

“No,” I said in surprise. “Is there a problem?”

Peter came out from behind his desk and approached me. He ran his hands over the fabric of my shirt, turned me around to examine me from the back, pulled my skirt up to see the panties I had on and my shirt collar down to see my bra.

“This won’t do,” he decided. “This won’t do at all.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, shocked. I thought I looked nice and professional, which is usually what he wanted. “What can I do to make this right?” I wondered briefly if he would fire me, but surely this particular position wasn’t as easy to fill as, say, an actual assistant position? Then I remembered how many places I’d applied before getting offered this job. There were bound to be other young women out there just as desperate for a job as I’d been. And just as horny, just as slutty, just as willing. …

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Throbbing, I had to resist the urge to spread my legs in hopes of him reaching his hand between them. “So what exactly does this job entail?” I asked.

“We’ll get to that,” he said. “For now, I need to know that you understand how to take orders.”

By day, she looks for work. By night, she looks for hot men to stretch her wide and pump into her—preferably while pressed bare against the floor-to-ceiling window in her apartment. Angelie loves being watched, being used, and being spread open.

But Angelie’s world changes when she gets an unusual job offer. The position is unclear, but the boss, a sexy married man twice her age, makes her wet and hot. What exactly does this man want from her? Is the job for real, or does the boss just want to strip her bare and use her hard?

One thing is certain: Angelie is going to find out, no matter what it takes—or who might see her exposed young body being manhandled.

This is a hardcore 7,400-word short intended only for ages 18 and up.

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I was twenty-one and had just graduated from college when I realized that real life was rough.

Sex, on the other hand, was easy. It was my only escape some days from the drudgery of daily life, and so I sought it out regularly. From as many guys as possible. As many ways, as many positions, as many fetishes. I wanted to experience it all.

“What are you thinking about?” the guy pumping into my tight pussy asked one night. I think his name was Sean.

I looked up at him. The soft light of my bedroom outlined his body, and I loved the contours of his muscles, just visible in the dark.

Embarrassed, I admitted, “I was thinking that I wish I could do this for a living.”

“Do what, fuck?” he asked, laughing at me.

“Yeah,” I said, totally serious, then turned coy. “I mean, I’m good at it, right?”

“Sure you are,” he groaned, thrusting deeper still. My thighs were pinned down by his own, larger thighs, my body dwarfed by his mass. It felt good to be taken roughly and made to feel so small next to this muscular beast.

He thought it was just sexy talk, but I meant it. If I could get paid to fuck, I wouldn’t be out there every day, handing out my resume at random office buildings around town, taking on temp work in interchangeable white-walled buildings for interchangeable tall, white men. Getting paid about half what I really needed to live well, and that only if I really hustled.

I hated the hustle. I felt like I was selling out every single time I walked into an office and asked the receptionist to speak to the hiring manager. Inevitably, he or she would tell me the manager was busy. I’d learned a few tricks to get around this, but most of the time I still ended up leaving my resume at the front desk and hoping the manager would call.

Sure, I could’ve submitted applications online, but I was hungry. I needed a real job and I knew the best way to get one was to make personal connections. I needed to look managers in the eye, smile at them, get them to really see me and listen to me. Make myself memorable.

And it wouldn’t hurt if they happened to catch a glance at my cleavage as I leaned over to hand them my resume. The middle-aged men who usually did the hiring at these downtown offices in tall glass towers usually responded well to that. They’d been married too long and craved someone new. Or maybe they were married to their jobs and just took what they could get.

Like I did. I would’ve happily fucked any of them who asked, if it meant I got the job. I didn’t care. I wanted it that badly. And okay, my pussy ached constantly to get used, so it’s not like it would’ve been all sacrifice. …

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One week after Nina’s much-older boss, Brian, popped her tight cherry, she can’t stop fantasizing about him and touching herself, despite Brian’s warning that it can never happen again. But when her clothes get stolen while she’s teaching a swimming lesson, Nina must choose whether to return to the office for a meeting with Brian wet and nearly naked in the skintight swimsuit, or be late. Brian hates when his employees are late. What choice does she have?

Nina may be young and naive, but she wouldn’t mind if Brian stripped her naked, took her hard and unprotected on his desk again, and filled her up while he stays fully clothed. Even if it’s the middle of the workday and there’s a chance they’ll get caught. They’re playing a dangerous game…but some things are worth the risk.

This 5,000-word short features — and is intended for — only those 18 and up.

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The night after my boss popped my tight cherry on top of his desk, I had vivid dreams about the moment my hymen gave way. In my dream, I could feel Brian starting to push into me, getting caught on the thin layer of skin protecting the untouched part of me, and then the delicate pop of pushing past it, opening me up, filling me with his thick cock.

And just like that, I was no longer a virgin. It had been an odd feeling, the sensation of something big and hard inside of me where I was used to nothing. But oh, it had felt so incredibly good. And then, when he had started moving in and out of me, using my tight cunt like a toy, I had almost exploded right away.

And it had all been worth it. Even in my dream I remembered the feeling of satisfaction — not only satisfaction at getting used in the way I’d long been fantasizing about, but satisfaction at the way I’d protected my job. Brian had revealed to me that there would be layoffs, something he shouldn’t have told me before anything was confirmed. And though I knew I’d be the first to go, I’d persuaded him to keep me on.

My pussy had persuaded him.

The next morning, I woke up feeling refreshed despite the vivid dreams. It was like getting fucked had rejuvenated me, and reliving it over and over throughout the night had only given me more energy. I was excited to go into work, to see Brian again, to reassure myself, perhaps, that it wasn’t all a dream, that it really had happened.

Yet I was nervous too. And I had all morning to anticipate seeing him again before our paths would ever actually cross. I taught swimming lessons in the morning at one of the city pools, then went into the Parks Department office in the afternoon for the other half of my job, the administrative assistant part.

I felt like a new person that day, as I taught my class. I noticed the fathers looking me up and down in my swimsuit, tight against my curves, and I felt proud. This was a body that had been used, that had been filled up with my boss’s cum. I stuck my breasts out further than normal and let my hips sashay back and forth as I followed my swimming students down the length of the pool from the deck.

By the time my lessons ended, though, I was a nervous wreck. I dressed in the pool restroom and drove to the office, and my heart was pounding as I pushed open the front door.

I didn’t see Brian. Would he avoid me? Would he want a repeat of yesterday? To be honest, I hadn’t thought about whether I’d want to fuck him again. I hadn’t thought at all past this moment, when I’d first see him again, and how he’d act toward me. But I had to admit that the thought of having him deep inside my unprotected pussy a second time made my clit throb, and I knew that if he wanted it, I wouldn’t be able to resist.

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She’s so horny…but he has all the power
When Nina finds out she’s at risk of getting laid off from her first-ever job, she decides to do whatever it takes to persuade her much-older boss, Brian, to keep her. She’ll work extra hard and stay at the office extra late. But once everyone else is gone, Nina discovers Brian’s dirty secret…and things go further than she could ever have predicted.

Now Nina must make a choice. Is keeping her job worth letting her boss pop her tight cherry, fill her up unprotected on his desk, and then lick her clean?

This 5,100-word explicit short story features — and is intended for — only those 18 and up.

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I closed the stall door behind me and gratefully pushed my fingers into my panties, feeling the gush of wetness between my legs. Most everyone in the office was at lunch, so I had a few minutes to myself without much chance of getting caught.

Still, I was very, very quiet as I rubbed the protruding nub of my clit with increasing ferocity. My finger slid around on the slick surface with no resistance, and I let my finger wander down toward my hole, then back up, I imagining that I wasn’t all alone in the work restroom — imagining that I was about to finally lose my virginity to a thick, hard cock.

My hole was too tight to push more than one finger inside of, and then only gently. At eighteen, I still had a hymen, though I knew many virgins my age had broken theirs accidentally by then, bouncing on trampolines, practicing gymnastics, riding horses, or engaging in any number of activities I’d also done over the years.

Fuck, I was so horny. In fact, just about every day lately I’d been sneaking off to take care of myself during the workday. There was something about spending half of every day in a swimsuit that made me almost unable to contain myself — the feeling of the cool water entering my swimsuit, filling up the area between my pussy lips, cooling my clit. The knowledge that the parents at the pool were watching me, while pretending to watch their kids. The tight fabric of my suit stretched over my curves.

In my imagination, I was back in my bedroom, completely naked. A male figure stood behind me, and I was draped over the bed, my breasts pushed down into the comforter and my naked ass at a right angle to the guy as I stood there bent at the waist. I couldn’t tell who it was — it didn’t matter who it was. I just wanted to get fucked.

He spread open my ass and fingered my pussy with one finger, staring down at its pinkness. Then he slapped my sensitive skin with his hard cock once, twice, three times, before lining the tip up against my hole and pushing deep inside of me, popping me open for the first time ever.

Oh god, it would feel good. In my fantasy, it was the most amazing feeling in the world. And against my finger in that tiny bathroom stall, my clit began to throb as my body pulsed its release. I moaned out loud; I couldn’t help it. My cunt got wetter still as the orgasm shook me, took me over for those few seconds.

Finally, panting, I pulled my finger out of my panties and my pussy pulsed one last time. I licked my finger clean before exiting the stall, washing my hands, and returning to the real world…and my meeting with my boss, Brian.

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Preview: Unprotected With My Dad’s Best Friend, #3 (Fertile, forbidden, older man younger woman)

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“I need your help,” I said to Dad’s friend. “Untie my bikini?”

I batted my eyes as innocently as I could, then approached him and turned my back to him. I could feel his hesitance, but he reached out and pulled the strings first at my back, and then at my neck, and the fabric fell away from my skin….

A 5,100-word short story about getting dirty with a forbidden older man…

Amber has a naughty secret: She popped her cherry with one of her dad’s best friends and went for round two with another. Now there’s just one man left: Chris, a broad-chested, muscular forty-something. He’s twice her age, but she can’t seem to get him out of her mind. And if he’s as big and firm as the others, she’ll find any excuse to get him to lick her up and down, then take her hard and fill her up unprotected.

It’ll just be their little secret.

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As I lay in bed, I let my finger drift down between my legs. I was sleeping naked, so my journey was unimpeded, and I reached between my soft pussy lips and coated my finger in my honey-like liquid. I was so wet.

I’d just woken up from a delicious dream, a dream in which my dad’s third best friend, Chris, was pumping in and out of me like a sex doll while I stared up at him and let myself be stretched open around his thick cock. I’d been just on the verge of coming when I’d woken up, and I wasn’t about to stop now.

I lifted my slick finger to my mouth and licked my juices off of myself. “Mmmm,” I moaned to myself, getting my finger even wetter in my mouth before returning to my pussy. My clit was so sensitive, it felt like I’d been touching myself, working myself up into a lather, for hours.

In a sense, I guess I had.

I pushed two fingers inside my warm, soft hole, imagining Chris’s cock. Would he be as big and hard as Dad’s other two best friends, Nate and Jamie, had been? Would he feel as good inside my tight cunt? Would he take control and use my body until I couldn’t help but shatter into a million pieces in orgasm, and then fill me up with spurt after spurt of his cum?

Oh god. As I imagined the sexy scene, my pussy got so wet I could hardly stand it. My whole hand was covered in juice, and the sheet on top of me was getting soaked. I pushed it off me and lay totally exposed on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“Chris,” I whispered, fingering myself harder and harder, my middle finger working in tiny movements around the nub of my clit while the other hand still pushed inside of myself. My breath got shallower, and soon I felt the descent of the inevitable orgasm as each movement of my finger caused me to draw in my breath in gasps, working me up further and further toward the point of no return.

“Oh fuck yes,” I moaned, imagining grabbing Chris’s face and kissing him hard, feeling his tongue descend into my mouth as he continued to plunge into me from above. I opened my legs wider to him and pushed deeper inside of myself, as deep as I could go. And then I let myself fall.

The pleasure wracked my body and pulsed throughout my core and my limbs. I could feel it in my fingertips and toes, could feel my face scrunching up in pleasure and my mouth forming a perfect O.

As I started to come down from the orgasm, a thought formed in my mind: I have to have that. I have to have him for real.

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A naughty 4,400-word short story about an almost-innocent college student who’s too tight for daddy’s friend…

Two weeks ago, Amber had her cherry popped by one of her dad’s three best friends. Another of his friends, Nate, lives right next door, and when Amber catches him naked and rock-hard about to step into his shower, she can’t think of anything else. She’s never been so wet and feverishly horny in her life.

But she never expects that she and Nate will run into each other totally naked…and all alone in the house. She also doesn’t expect just how huge he is up-close. Will Amber resist temptation, or will she risk it all a second time just to get taken hard and filled up unprotected by another forbidden, much-older man?

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The bathroom windows in the house next door were starting to fog up, but I could still see clearly when the naked figure of one of my dad’s best friends, Nate, came into view.

My heart beat faster when I saw him and realized that he was naked. He stood with his back to me, and I took in the view like an addict. Nate was gorgeous, tanned and manly, and I’d been trying to hide my attraction to him and my dad’s other best friends for over a year now. I hadn’t always succeeded, I had to admit, thinking back on two weeks earlier, when Dad’s friend Jamie had popped my tight cherry in Dad’s bed while he was out getting beer and arguing on the phone with my mom.

If anything, Nate was even more attractive than Jamie. I could see his tight ass in front of the window, and he seemed oblivious to the fact that the blinds were open.

Or was he?

Nate turned toward the sink then, and I gasped when I saw him in profile. From this view, it was obvious that his cock was hard and straining, and I felt a stirring between my legs as I looked on. I reached down a put an experimental finger inside my panties, feeling between my delicate pussy lips. Yes, I was very wet.

I couldn’t stop thinking about losing my virginity to Jamie….and now that I’d had one of Dad’s best friends inside of me, I couldn’t stop imagining how the other two, Nate and Chris, would feel. I couldn’t stop touching myself, feeling how slick and wet the memory made me, how instantly horny I became when my mind turned to Jamie or the others.

It was like a dam had been broken — I’d been keeping my lust for them mostly at bay, but now that I’d fucked one of them, I knew that they were all a real possibility, more than just a crazy fantasy. I tried hard to think of other things when I rubbed myself, guys from my college, actors from my favorite shows, male porn stars…but the harder I tried to put my dad’s friends out of my mind, the more intense my desire for them became.

I loved how much older and wiser they were, how experienced. Jamie had known how to please me in a way that I knew a guy my age, nineteen, never could. His cock had done things to me that I didn’t know possible….

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A 5,500-word erotic story about lusting after the wrong man…

Amber is unbearably horny. She’s in her second year of college, but she can’t seem to find anyone interested in popping her tight cherry. To make matters worse, she can’t stop fantasizing about three forbidden older men — her dad’s best friends — including Jamie, who has a warm, rock-hard body and a huge bulge in his pants.

But when she walks in on Jamie almost naked and decides to confide her troubles in him, she never could’ve expected what would happen next…or how close they’d both get to destroying everything.

But regardless of the risks, Amber’s been waiting to get spread open and filled up for years — and there’s no way she’ll let Jamie pull out now.

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I leaned in toward Shawn as he poured our drinks, squeezing my breasts together to emphasize my cleavage. He glanced over and looked down my shirt, and I felt a giddy thrill at his gaze. Would tonight finally be the night I’d lose my virginity?

But a moment later he’d returned to pouring cheap tequila into the red plastic Solo cups, then topping it with the margarita mix I hated so much.

“Here you go, Amber, Shawn’s famous margaritas,” he said cockily, handing me a cup, and I pretended like he’d actually put in some effort.

“Mmm, delicious,” I moaned, licking my lips in what I hoped was a seductive way, a way that would get him thinking about what else I could do with those lips. I was so horny in those days I would’ve fucked almost anyone who would have me, I just wanted to know what it was like to get filled up. The margarita was syrupy-sweet, fake tasting, and not cold enough, but I’d be damned if I wouldn’t force it down my throat and pretend I loved every drop.

Just like I wanted to force Shawn’s cock down my throat, and take in every drop of his cum. I wanted him to spread me open and pop my tight cherry so badly I felt almost feverish. I would’ve done anything to make him want me. And if getting it meant putting up with his lame attempts at bartending, so be it.

But Shawn didn’t seem to be getting the hint about what I wanted from him.

The lights went out then and colored lights appeared in their place, bouncing around the room. “Dance party!” someone screamed.

While bodies began gyrating around me, I closed my eyes for a split second. An image of Dad’s three best buddies popped into my mind, shirtless and drinking from these same plastic cups last summer when we’d gone out on a party boat on the lake. They were over twice my age, and I couldn’t quite put my finger on why I’d flashed on that image, other than drinking from the same cup.

But these cups were everywhere. Surely there was more to it.

That day had stuck in my mind for some reason, and if I was honest with myself I’d flashed on it several times since then — even sometimes when I was masturbating. Growing up, my dad’s friends had been just that, but that day on the lake I saw them as men for the first time, muscular and strong and powerful…and it was clear they noticed my curves for the first time too. I’d seen the outline of their cocks when they’d come out of the water with their swim trunks clinging to their bodies, and my nipples had hardened as their eyes washed over my bikini-clad body.

I made myself open my eyes. There was no point thinking about that — those men were off-limits. First of all, they were way too old for me, and even if they weren’t, they were my dad’s friends, people who had known me since I was little. I still lived with my dad even though I was in my second year of college, so fantasizing about these men was all the more forbidden.

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