3. GREALISH BAKERI could think of worse ways to spend my weekend than being on a luxurious yacht going to a resort I didn't care about. I could be stuck on a deserted island or broke in Bristol, the city that never sleeps.It had been luck giving me a shot at having a life for once in my miserable existence when I met Estelle. She had been a customer at the spa where I worked part-time. She was in her late sixties, alone and vulnerable.I'd let morality and my inadequate upbringing stop me from seducing her but my fate was decided when I found out she was a divorced billionaire. We have been married for three months now and so far I have gotten used to the life of comfort.I didn't have to beg anymore or live on the edge not knowing where my next meal was going to come from. I could afford whatever the fuck I wanted and occasionally I risked having petty flings with pretty girls.Estelle had bought the hotel and bar as a wedding gift. My days of toiling for the rich as a nobody were
STORMIEI looked out to the sea, feeling the salty breeze brush against my face as we sailed through the ocean. It was one of my mom's yachts, 'The Queen's Serenade'. It was a beautiful vessel.I left the gym because there was nothing more excruciating than watching Cricket flirt with Grealish, the stepfather we had just been introduced to less than 24 hours ago.As I strolled along the deck, I noticed a tall figure standing near the quarter-deck. He had a confident stance and an aura of adventure surrounding him. I approached him thinking he would make a fine distraction. I needed a distraction badly.His name was Wilson and he was the Captain. He looked like he was in his mid-twenties with dark hair."Nice to meet you, Miss Stormie." He said.He looked like a nice guy. I had my share of nice guys and I wanted to try something different. No more nice guys.Wilson showed me the controls and explained what they did while I pretended to pay attention to what he was saying.The stinger
PAIGEMy body ached from the recent strain I'd gone through setting up this cruise. I craved rest and release but not in that particular order. I'd been so busy getting everything together I didn't even have time to breathe.I had to keep a close eye on Grealish. He was dangerous but I was confident that I could handle him. At least now he got the message that I wasn't going to let him fuck around anymore.Cricket was my biggest concern. She was a wild card and I had to focus on keeping her in line until Mrs. Estelle arrived. I had no fucking idea how I was going to do that but I knew I had to get it done.I plopped back on the luxurious bed and my body relaxed almost immediately. I remembered how not so long ago sleeping on a cold floor every night was normal. My joint would ache but only a little because I'd gotten so used to it.It had been luck smiling at me that made my path cross with Mrs. Estelle. She liked me and offered me a job I couldn't refuse. The girl who had once been u
GREALISHI blinked as sunlight found its way into my room. The brightness pulled me out of sleep's grasp for a moment. For a second I thought I imagined something moving beside me.Groggily, I opened my eyes, feeling more disoriented than ever as I noticed a mysterious woman lying beside me in bed. Confusion gave way to shock, and I leaped out of bed, scrambling to the edge of the bed. What the fuck?"Cricket?"She sat up, her wild hair resembling a bird's nest. She grinned mischievously, revealing an array of pearly white teeth. "Good morning, Grealish," she greeted, sounding far too cheerful for my liking.A million questions ran through my mind in a split second. The most important questions were why the fuck she was here on my bed and how she had gotten into the damn room.The sheets slipped away and I noticed she was naked, her small perky breasts pale and inviting. I knew I'd have to turn down the invite."What the fuck are you in my bed?" I stuttered, my voice sounding suspiciou
CRICKET “RICKI’ DANVERSI shook with feverish intensity the closer I got to his door. His words that afternoon had jolted me but I was over the shock and now all I wanted was his hands on my body. Touching me. Cursing me.The dress I wore was simple enough not to arouse suspicion but what was hidden underneath could easily make any man mental. My heart raced with mad intensity as I reached the door. I remembered what he had said and knocked twice and then waited. The door opened and I rushed in from fear of getting caught. He was dressed in a red garment that made him look like a sexy vampire ready to suck the life out of me by placing deadly fangs against the nape of my neck.I stumbled deeper into the room trying to distract myself. His eyes stayed on me even as he locked the door. I felt heat emitting from my body at the way he was looking at me.“Grealish—” I stuttered, my brain struggling to construct a decent chain of thought.He held his finger to his lip making me swallow wha
GREALISHMy hard cock slid into her wetness with every thrust while her ass smashed my body. Her ass wobbled like the turbulent waves of a stormy sea. It put my mind in a frenzied state seeing the motion from my point of view. I struggled to keep my excitement under control.Her movements quickened as the intensity of our fucking heightened. Her hips curved to form a perfect flipped “C” shape which gave me easier penetration. Her small tits bounced around without a care.The tightness of her pussy gave space for no wiggle room and it also made the experience mind-blowing. I could feel her heat, her moist wetness as it encircled me. Don’t let it get to your head.Her body was a shade of red from all the spanking and harsh foreplay that led us to this moment. I’d basked in putting her through the sexual torture part of foreplay. Her tears and her pain had been the aphrodisiac that made my dick rock hard.“Fuck!” She cried out.She turned around for a second to glance at our bodies comin
PAIGEAs I reached his door, I paused, smoothing out the dress I borrowed from Stormie's room and tugging at my bust. I took a deep breath before raising my hand to knock.Grealish answered the door, his blue eyes cold and unfeeling as they roamed over my body. I felt my skin sizzle in response to his icy gaze."What do you want?" He asked bluntly, his tone leaving no room for argument."You're the last person I want to see too," I said without giving him a chance to respond or process what was happening.I rode him back into the room and remembered how I had done the same thing earlier to Stormie. At what point did I become a thug forcefully injecting myself into rooms I wasn't invited into?My heart thumped as my body grazed his body making the slightest contact and I took a deep breath, feeling the adrenaline coursing through my veins.Grealish stood with a look of disbelief on his handsome face. The touch of gray stubble on his face gave off the impression of an overwhelming sensu
Mr. Willis is young, energetic, and stunningly handsome. All the qualities you wouldn't expect from a substitute economics professor.Soon his classes become one of the most attended classes on campus and the populace as you'd expect are hot horny babes. Jean Harrison, a straight grade student and aspiring nymphomaniac wants the new econ professor and she soon learns bitterly she can't have him. Michelle Peyton, another straight-grade student too afraid to come out of her shell, wants a taste of the new professor but she's clueless about what to do. Jean finds out how to kill two birds with one stone using Michelle and get what she wants, which is Mr. Willis's hard cock smashing her down.MICHELLE PEYTONI've had my fair share of sexual fantasies. There was a time I was particularly smitten by the pool cleaner at the hotel my dad managed. Nine-year-old me would imagine Santi's hard hands moving the length of my barely matured body. Most of the time I imagined I was twenty which compen