Ms. Quinn slowly pulled her fingers free from Lucy’s clenching heat. A soft, wet sound echoed in the quiet bedroom, and Lucy’s body gave a pathetic, empty shudder. She watched, dazed, as Ms. Quinn lifted her glistening hand. “Open,” Ms. Quinn commanded, her voice still thick with her own satisfaction. Lucy’s lips parted automatically. Two slick fingers pressed past them, settling on her tongue. Her own taste exploded in h...

That day, Lucy followed Ms. Quinn's commands perfectly. She ate her breakfast, listened attentively during their meetings, took detailed notes, and did her best to impress the clients. Afterward, she had dinner alone, took a shower, and waited for Ms. Quinn to call her to her room. After what felt like an eternity, with her body humming with need, the call she had been anxiously awaiting finally arrived. Ms. Quinn's voice...

The hotel restaurant hummed with the soft clink of silverware and the low murmur of morning conversations. Lucy sat at a booth by the window, sunlight streaming in and feeling impossibly bright against her skin. She sipped her orange juice, the tart sweetness a stark contrast to the memories that coated her tongue. The walk of shame had nothing on the walk of sheer, dripping revelation. Last night, after Ms. Quinn’s dismi...

Ms. Quinn’s hands left Lucy’s spent body. She guided her, a steadying arm around her waist, from the steam-softened bathroom into the cooler, dimly lit living area of the suite. The city lights glittered beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows like a scattered diamond necklace. “Here, Lucy,” Ms. Quinn said, her voice a low, satisfied hum. She settled onto the large, plush sofa, arranging herself with a casual grace that made...

Lucy was surprised when her boss informed her that the department director had requested her to join her on a business trip. Having been with the company for just over two months, she felt honored that Ms. Quinn trusted her to assist with an important client meeting. During the first client meeting, everything went smoothly. Lucy was impressed by how Ms. Quinn led the meeting and held everyone's attention in the room. Her...

Thick raindrops soak through Leanne's hoodie as she frantically tries to input the code for the door. Ice-cold and damp hands make the simple task almost impossible, but when she’s about to give up, it beeps its approval, and the door swings open. She shivers in the warmth as the door closes automatically behind her. If she’d known the storm was coming, she wouldn’t have agreed to work extra on a Saturday. The only consol...

Carissa let out a dissatisfied grunt as she slammed another cardboard moving box on her desk. The box felt weak and easily broken, a perfect analogy for her current level of patience. Each item she placed inside—her collection of brightly colored pens, the framed photo of her and Charlie on their honeymoon in Italy, even the ridiculously oversized stress ball shaped like a spreadsheet—felt like another piece of her normal...

Linda arrived at the couple’s house almost a full ten minutes early. Her heart was racing, flooded with nervous energy. She barely knew if she was brave enough to knock on the door when she saw her hand reach out as if she were in a dream. The loud knock sent a chill of excitement down her spine. The door creaked open, releasing a warm cinnamon scent that soothed Linda’s racing heart. Kristen greeted her with twinkling ey...

It was a typical Friday for the throuple. Brooke and Pete had a half day of work and came home early to indulge in some one on one time. As usual, Pete poured himself a glass of whiskey while Brooke knelt in front of him, diligently unzipping his pants before gagging and sucking on her new favorite toy. Undressed from the top down and always eager to milk Pete’s dripping cock. Sucking or stroking him until he exploded in...

Brooke wasn’t looking forward to tomorrow’s dinner with Pete and his wife for the food. She was low to admit it, but if Brooke were honest with herself, her recent dry spell had a lot to do with her decision to help Kristen as much as her secret infatuation with Pete. As she lay in bed that night, her thoughts wandered, dwelling on the future with nervous anticipation. Mercifully, she closed her eyes and drifted off to an...

“I think we should get you a harem.” Kristen surprised Pete with her random remark while watching TV. Her husband’s jaw dropped, his eyes wide with disbelief. “A what?” “A harem,” Kristen repeated. “Well, I know what it is,” Pete replied, still more than a little perplexed. Desperately trying to catch up to his wife’s thoughts. Kristen had been thinking about this conversation for a long time now. She had been super frust...