KRISTENDija was taking her time to speak and it was getting me nervous."The model we agreed on the other time, is she still available?""Oh, yes. She is in the other room as we speak," I said with the best this-is-a-meeting voice I could muster."Hmm." Dija nodded and kept her gaze on a portion of the room for almost fifteen seconds. Yes, I was too nervous, so I counted the tick of the clock. "What if I say that I want you to also be in charge of the entire thing? Providing a model, taking the pictures and videos, editing, and final touches? Will you be able to do that, Kristen?"The hell?!!!Excitement poured into my bloodstream with a speed that made my arms twitch. During our first agreement, she had only indicated an interest in hiring a model for the work. As a boss who recognizes loyalty and diligence, I had first suggested Edith for the job, but Dija said her skin tone wasn't suitable. To cut a long story short, Dija selected one of my models herself.Not only was Dija now off
KRISTEN Okay... That was intense. It's not every time you get to fuck a juicy pussy, wet and aroused. Let's not talk about the millions that the pussy was going to bring me. Well, the deal is sealed and that's all that matters. Hands supporting my head, I leaned into my chair and watched Dija arrange her dishevelled dress. There was a certain thrill that comes with seeing a woman weak and trembling after a hard-pounding session... "Thanks for the drink," she said softly and flipped back her hair. Her journey to her bag was unsteady, "I could sleep for a week." "You should," I joked. "So what do you think? I did well?" "Greater than my expectation." She had a look of awe circling her eyes. "Good heavens, I don't think I can walk straight." "Sit for a while," I offered, gesturing to the chair she had vacated. "Rest those thighs before you leave." She was shaking her head in the negative before the offer fully rolled out of my lips. "I have a meeting to attend by one. And I'd s
JUNEFuck that man who calls himself my uncle.I hate him! Yet, here I am, fantasizing about him like a fool. I sat up on the bed and glanced at my wall clock —yeah, my uncle is too old-fashioned.I have already done my assignments and gone through the essay I was given. Yet, the time hasn't moved. I called Mark not too long ago, and we chatted about unimportant things. He would have hopped over had it not been for my uncle's stupid rules about me not having a visitor.Fuck that old man!I groaned as I plopped down on the bed once more. I'm going to go crazy in here before the end of my fucking restriction. However, the thoughts didn't sound all that bad. If only my uncle would miss work; he could spend some time with me. That's a win-win, I tell you. The sound of his car on the driveway made me sit up in bed. I rushed to my bathroom and peeped through the window at the devil's son. Yeah! He's the devil's son for making me fall for him and denying me the pleasures of having sex wit
KRISTENAm I possessed?Do people get hard without knowing?I looked at the boner in my trouser, deciding if it was safe to get up, or just sit until the universe decided that it was time for it to go back to normal.I blinked at the plate before me.I just got hard. No, scrap that. I just got hard because of June—again. By keeping her grounded, I just hope I have not set a trap for myself.It was almost six.I slowly stood up from the dining chair, leaving the used kitchenware on the table. For my sanity, I had to get a drink.June should not get to me this much. If I wasn't aiding her, I would have called it a phase, or a mental case—call it whatever you want—but my part in the whole scenario makes it even more confusing. I know that I have a thing for loose hair and red underwear, but... no buts: I just got hard from looking at June's arse. She grew fast. The top she wore left little to the imagination. In all my years of savouring the popsicle of women, never have I seen the per
JUNEI avoided his call last night because I was so pissed with the man who called himself my uncle. I banged the door in his face and refused to speak with him. Damn him!How could he expect me to receive that slut into the house? Did he expect me to smile at her as I shook her hands? To hell.“What's wrong? You look like you are getting ready for a fight,” Mark pursed his lips, staring at me with an amused expression on his face. He tapped his fingers on the table in front of him, looking like someone who had no form of care.“Family war, that's more like it.” I packed my books in my bag, getting ready for my next class for the day — Philosophy. I just needed the extra credit, that's all. I will drop it in my third year. But for now, I will have to endure all the boring talks about dead men and their views of the world. “Trouble in paradise? Still grounded?” He looked entertained.“You bet! That damned old man is serious this time. He watches me like a hawk!” I zipped my backpa
KRISTENA package from Dija was in the office before I got there.It was a basket, completely covered with a flower-designed wrapping foil. I made myself comfortable, smiling as I set eyes on the package placed by Edith in the centre of the table.The table brought back memories. Just as the package lay on the table, so did Dija yesterday.The thought brought a smile to my face. I am pretty sure the noticeable change in her gait before she left my office yesterday followed her home.Still smiling, I opened the wrapped gift. Neatly arranged within the basket were four items: a bottle of champagne, a body spray from the first samples from her company, a wristwatch, and three scented soaps packed in a box. A small note placed on the items read: 'A LITTLE APPRECIATION FROM MY SORE PUSSY TO YOU. XOXO.'I grinned at the note. That was what women enjoyed, wasn't it? To be fucked good, used, dominated. I put the basket aside. A knock pushed my attention to the door. "Come in." Edith w
JUNE Mark was waiting at the bleachers, playing a video game he downloaded yesterday. “Knew I will find you here, lazy bone.” I sat next to him, and placed my backpack on his thighs, focusing on the men playing football. It has been a long time since I saw them playing around like this because I'm either studying or hurrying home to my uncle who doesn't care a shit about me.He paused his game, “Through with your clarse?” He raised his brows at me.“Hmm,” I leaned my head on his right shoulder. “What are you doing over here? No more classes for the day?” “Me?” He chuckled. “You should have known how much I love going to classes. I only attend the ones I feel like attending and leave the rest to the professors.”“Doh.”I closed my eyes and allowed the voices from the men playing in the field to wash through me. “What's your type?” I suddenly asked, not even aware of the question until it left my mouth. “My type?” He grew silent, making me think he was not going to reply, but he di
JUNE Mark and I only stayed in their house for an hour before he drove me to my house. Kristen didn't try to call me after I angrily disconnected, and I didn't attempt to contact him, preferring to pretend like I wasn't jealous of the woman who could be with my uncle because she was not related to him. Why do I have to be related to him? Not that I mind, but Kristen sure as hell minded about the relationship. He's determined to treat me like a thirteen-year-old niece, who's not ready for dating, and will never be. I sneaked into my house to change my clothes before I joined Mark. I threw on a black bicker bum short, which I paired off with an off-shoulder crop white top. The top showed off my perfect flat tummy, while my bum short hugged my butt, making me look as alluring as hell. I intended to wear my white sneakers but decided against them when my eyes landed on my knee-length boots, studded with jewels. I combed through my hair, preferring to leave it that way instead of co