Tuesday morning in the office bathroom. Mirror fogged from my hot breath. Julien fucked AnaĂŻs, that frigid bitch. Rage boils inside me. My pussy clenches at the thought. He admitted it like a caught kid. Fine. My turn. Anthony’s been eyeing me, handsome prick. I’ll test if another cock makes me cum harder than Julien’s.
Jealousy twists my gut, but excitement drips between my thighs. I leave my diary open. He reads it. Good. Let him squirm. Thursday, archives with Anthony. His tongue invades my mouth, rough hands grope my ass, tits. He yanks up my bra, sucks nipples hard. Finger slips under my skirt, into wet panties. Soaked. I want more, but not on dusty files. Not yet.
The Awakening: Craving the Forbidden Fuck
Diary bait works. Julien suggests condoms, all worried. I lie, tease. Saturday, I fake-fuck Anthony in my head while Julien pounds me. Cum like a slut, screaming. Obsessed now. Will Anthony’s dick make me explode? Monday, more diary taunts. Honesty game. He’ll know I’m doing it.
Wednesday, Anthony proposes countryside escape. Riverside inn. Day off. Heart races. Pussy throbs. This is it. The flip. No turning back. Forbidden rush surges, nipples stiffen. I’m dripping, ready to betray.
Thursday. We veer off the highway. Narrow road behind trees. Inn appears. Church steeple points skyward. 10 AM. Anthony drags me on a romantic walk by the river. Bullshit. Under the oak, he presses hard cock against my mound. Thick bulge. I stroke it through pants. ‘Feel how bad I want your tight pussy.’ Hands everywhere—tits, ass, clit. I pull away. ‘Not yet.’ Tease him. Make him ache.
Lunch. Fat owner leers. Skinny brunette waitress bends over grill, ass cheeks spilling. Anthony stares. CĂ´te de boeuf overcooked. Bordeaux flows. Finally, room overlooking river. I pee, rinse pussy. He showers. Emerges naked. Trembling? Eyes gray-blue. Kisses eyelids soft, then devours mouth.
The Act: Raw, Viscous Surrender in the Inn
Blouse off. Bra up. Pinches nipples—ow, too hard. ‘Sorry, baby.’ Sucks them throbbing. Kneels, peels skirt and panties. Tongue on my slit. Laps clit, sucks it vacuum-tight. Pushes me to bed. Kisses feet. ‘Pretty toes, Delphine.’ Weird fucker. Donor blood—clean. My IUD ready.
He strips. Cock average, thicker maybe. Balls hairy, full. I strip bed. He grabs tits from behind, cockhead nudges ass crack. ‘Want to see you.’ Pushes me down. Licks everywhere. I spread wide. ‘Fuck me now!’ Slides in raw. Stills. Then thrusts—slow, then brutal. Pins wrists, crucifies me. Pounds like a beast. I go limp. Eyes shut. Just take it. Cum quick inside. Done.
Back home. Julien’s smug grin—he read it all. Thinks he’s king, only one who makes me cum. Bullshit. Anthony’s cooling off, chasing Caroline. Fuck that. Tomorrow, real deal. He’ll tie me down, rough from waiting. Call the fat owner, his buddies. Gangbang fantasy burns. Orties stinging pussy. They’ll wreck me. Julien hummed my violator dreams—his kink too?
Secret thrill pulses. Diary flames tonight. Oshed the unspeakable. Juices flow remembering. No regrets. Just wet hunger for more taboo.