Suspicious Stories

"Oh, why is there a handprint on the wall?" Dad said crossly. My boyfriend had been unable to help himself, unable to stand unsupported as I drew long, deep sucks on his erect shaft. He'd stood just where Dad was looking, his trousers around his ankles and his knees trembling. He'd braced himself, his palm flat. "Hurry up," I'd said. "They'll be home any minute!" In the nick of time, his semen had poured out across my ton...

Her boyfriend must’ve thought her a fool. It was the only conclusion she could come to. The last month of him being so deeply engrossed with his phone, and quickly ending calls whenever she entered the room, raised suspicion. She couldn’t tell if that was worse than him dipping it out of sight when she appeared behind or sat next to him. “Who was it?” she’d ask. “No one really,” he’d always answer. She’d been more than pa...