Ravaged By Him

**I tried to finish this in time for Christmas but alas, I am a bit late. Please note that this is strictly fantasy, a fictional tale of a dominant stepbrother and submissive stepsister that have an undeniable, visceral connection.**

Sophie knew what she was doing was wrong and even immoral but she couldn’t look away. She was so enraptured by the sinful sight of Connor sitting on his chair, naked, furiously jerking himself off as he watched a hardcore porno on the computer. He had no idea that she was there since she had been let out of class early. Surely, Connor had kept his bedroom door ajar to hear if someone had come home. But she had been so silent that he hadn’t even heard her.

And she knew she was going straight to hell for admitting this, but she was so happy that she had walked into this delicious scene before her. She couldn’t take her gaze away from him as he fucked himself with his fist; he was facing away from her but he was angled back in his office chair so she could see his hand wrapped around his long, thick, pulsating cock that was completely drenched. He was so encapsulated in visceral pleasure that he was thrusting against his closed fist, jutting his hips upward and moaning. The wet, slippery sound of his hand working up and down his velvety cock saturated the still room until Connor gasped and went completely still.

“Fuck me!” he hissed.

Sophie felt like she was coming herself as she bit down her lower lip to suppress the whimper that almost escaped her. Connor’s hips jerked upward and a sexy, feral growl emitted from him before jet after jet of his white, thick cum shot out of him like a waterfall, landing on his sculpted abs and toned chest. To her complete shock, he began touching himself again, using his own spilled cum as lubrication. His entire body violently shook before he moaned and came even harder than the first time; his cum gushed out of him like a geyser, even landing on the hardwood floor. The erotic, sinful sound of his cum splashing on the floor forced Sofia’s knees to buckle and her virgin cunt to throb in painful desire. She imagined Connor’s heavy, full balls of fertile cum pumping inside of her womb and that mere image alone forced a tiny moan to escape her. She realized her mistake but it was too late; Connor had heard her and whipped around in his seat to face his silent voyeur. Sofia’s brain screamed at her to run away but her body stayed put, the yearning expression in her eyes clearly evident for him to see. When he finally recognized who had been secretly watching him, his eyes widened in complete shock.

“Sophie?”

At Home

Burying her tiny feet

Into the fertile soil

She breathes in

The crisp, intoxicating

Aroma of the fresh earth

Under the canvas

Of the cerulean sky

She feels at home

Basking in the presence

Of nature’s rejuvenating spirit

Ghost

When her tiny, young body

Was violated on the bathroom floor

Her soul was ripped apart

From her vulnerable, exposed shell

Hovering over her body like a ghost

Lost, confused, and alone

Daddy’s Sweet Kitten Ch. 5

Chapter 5

~Bella~

“He is so beautiful, sweet and fucking sexy and I can’t have him, Daniel. Why does life love to fuck with me like this?”

Isabella had locked herself in Killian’s bathroom as he patiently waited for her in the living room with a brand new bottle of Johnnie Walker and two tumblers set for them on the coffee table. Belle was still shaking from the three primal, powerful orgasms that she had given him a mere half hour ago. After he had crumpled to the floor from sheer exhaustion, he still had the strength and kindness to pick up her small frame and take her to the black leather couch in the living room, where he took his time patiently cleaning her face from his spilled seed with a warm, wet washcloth. The act was so intimate and selfless that it completely took Isabella off guard. He had placed her on his lap afterward and brushed her straight, sleek raven hair, praising how she was such a good girl in every way.

Daniel chuckled. “You’re the only one deluding yourself that you can’t have him, Bellini. It sounds like he really likes you, and not just for the sexy stuff. And you know I’m not being dishonest with you. I’m a guy and I’m your best friend.”

Isabella shook her head and sighed. “I love how you keep overlooking the fact that I’m an escort, Danny. As in I’ve had sex with countless men in exchange for money.” Her throat tightened and tears stung her eyes. “I’m a whore. I admit it. I’m not ashamed of it but I’m certainly not proud of it, either. If someone had the decency and heart to hire me within the publishing field, I wouldn’t be in this position.”

Exposed

Crimson petals resting peacefully

Upon her pale, smooth body

As the beetles and worms

Feast upon her exposed viscera

Always Yearning

Desire intoxicating her fertile mind

She seeks the perfect lover

That can satiate her every desire

And quench her voracious mind

That is always yearning

For the deliciously sensual and erotic

Crystalize

Nestled in her cocoon

Of warmth, healing and self-love

The little girl crystalizes

Into a beautiful, confident creature

Destroyed

Insecurity gnawing at her brain

Injecting her petite body

With fervent self-hatred

Broiling self-doubt

And paralyzing sadness

Their Executive Toy

Inspired by a real Craigslist post I saw a few years ago. The ad was written exactly like this, but I changed a few words around. 

We are five handsome executive men looking for the right woman to use as our submissive little fuck toy. Your eagerness to please is more important than your appearance. Be dressed like a slut or else there will be no response.

I read the ad one final time before I take a deep shaky breath and put away my phone in my black Cole Haan overcoat. I can feel the heady glances of several men on the subway train and I know that I look good with my smoky black eyeshadow, black kohl eyeliner, and ruby red matte lipstick. I look professional on the exterior and no one can venture to assume that underneath the classy façade I have on the surface, I am on my way to fulfill my most taboo fantasy: to be a sweet little obedient fuck doll to five handsome dominant men. I just secretly hope and pray that they are decent men, not mean, overtly aggressive males that harbor a deep resentment and hatred toward the opposite sex.

Despite the anxiety entrenched within me, I still find myself walking to the sleek, beautiful building that juts up proudly to the cerulean sky.  I am so nervous that I find myself pausing in mid-step, debating in my chaotic mind whether I should walk into this dark sexual fantasy.

But why is it dark? I quickly realize that I have no rational response to it. So I propel myself forward, replacing the fermenting shame with genuine desire. When I feel the buzzing in the back pocket of my jeans, I know who it is before I even look at the screen.

Hello lovely. Are you here yet? We are waiting patiently yet with definite anticipation.

Miguel’s tender yet honest text bathes me in a reassuring wave of complete calm. I am just entering the building.

I receive his text a mere ten seconds later. I see you walking toward me. Christ, you’re beautiful. The guys are going to love you.

Enraptured By Her Pt. 2

The next day, I am so turned on that I find myself fantasizing about Natti and Bryant all throughout work. I am usually extremely focused and self-disciplined when it comes to my position as administrative assistant to the busy legal office that I work at, but today, I am just too turned on. So much so that I end up texting Bryant during lunch, describing to him what I’ve been daydreaming about all morning long.

My panties are soaked. I’ve been thinking about Natti gagging on your cock while I suck your heavy balls and tongue fuck your ass. Would my sexy husband enjoy that?

At first, I think that I’ve turned him off since he doesn’t respond right away like he usually does. I’m at my desk, disappointment and frustration coursing through me until I hear my phone go off. A tiny moan escapes me when I read his scintillating text.

Where has this amazing sex goddess been hiding all along? I don’t know how long I would last with two beautiful women worshiping me like that, but I promise I’d come more than once for the both of you. Do you want me to invite her over tonight?

My little cunt is throbbing so painfully, I can’t help but sneak away to the bathroom so that I can call Bryant. I know that it won’t solve anything, but maybe his sexy voice can help me get off and alleviate some of this sexual frustration that has taken complete control over me. Thankfully, there’s a single bathroom that is gender neutral so no one will be able to hear my erotic moans and whimpers.

“Hello, beautiful.” His sexy, masculine voice sends tendrils of lust up and down my tightly coiled body. “You just can’t wait to worship me with her, can you?”