DOOM AT THEIR DOORS: TALES OF ILLICIT LONGINGS

Waking up this morning with a wet pussy was the craziest,most disorienting experience I could have ever asked for. I shot awake right in the middle of a Saturday, my heart hammering against my ribs, caught in the lingering, heavy haze of a dream I couldn't quite remember. But my body remembered exactly what happened.

Every nerve ending was painfully alert, radiating a fierce, aggressive heat that demanded attention. I was flushed, slick, and damp with a fine sheen of sweat, trapped in a relentless wave of morning arousal. It was as if the intense passion from my subconscious had seeped directly into my waking reality, and I had absolutely no clue how to turn it off.

Normally, I'd turn to the easy fix of watching something to take the edge off, and while I had no problem watching porn, actually taking matters into my own hands was where I drew the line. My personal rules were my personal rules, and self-pleasure was completely off the table.

So there I was, tangled in the bedsheets, fighting off a sudden, boiling fever. It was a maddening kind of torture,feeling so intensely wet, overheated, and hyper-stimulated, yet rigidly bound by my own principles. I couldn't masturbate, I didn't have any toys, and the craving just hung there in the quiet of the morning, buzzing in my veins and forcing me to just lie there and ride it out.

A wicked intoxicating thought suddenly crawled its way to my mind: Mr Wade, my father's impossibly attractive best friend,was just next door. The desperate urge to march over,throw myself at him,and beg him to fuck me hard until I screamed his name was so overwhelming that I had to bite down hard on my lower lip,wincing to force the illicit fantasy out of my head.

The memory of him had haunted me for months, rooted in that afternoon by the pool when the air seemed to hum with an unspoken tension. What was meant to be a simple swimming lesson from a father figure had felt far more intimate; as he guided me through the water, the proximity of his muscular frame against mine,his big hard cock poking me from behind felt like a spark in a dry forest. It was a fleeting moment, one that appeared entirely innocent to his wife Kiara,and their children as they played nearby, yet it had all left me breathless.

Even now,I found myself spiraling,agonizing over whether that brief contact was merely accidental or a deliberate sign of something more. The memory of his steady hands on my waist sent another jolt of heat through me,leaving me breathless and conflicted.

Ever since that day,I had been lost in a dizzying haze,wondering if the connection I felt was real or if I was simply drowning in my own delusions.

A week before my dad travelled, Mr Wade had called him,frantically searching for a secluded sanctuary to escape the chaos of his demanding project and his hyperactive kids. My father eagerly offered our home, welcoming him to stay in one of our many quiet, private spare rooms which was directly next to mine.

Did Mr Wade seriously think he would find any peace with me around? I had watched him from afar for years at galas,family dinners, and outings. The first time I saw him with his beautiful wife,Kiara, and their three kids,a sharp bitter jealousy had coiled in my chest. I hated that she was lucky enough to call him hers,because trust me, beneath that polished veneer, the man was a walking, breathing, irresistible disaster.

I had become captivated by his every move, my gaze would linger on his features, recalling the way his expression shifted when he was in deep thought or the slight quiver of his lips when he felt the pressure of his work.

Everytime I saw him, I had to remind myself of the boundaries that stood between us-boundaries guarded by his family, my dad and the life he had built with Kiara. I knew acknowledging this magnetic pull was a dangerous game.

However, since my father's departure, the atmosphere in the house had shifted. The silence between us during meals,the unspoken words, and the way his eyes seemed to brighten with a mischievous spark, a look that made my heart race and my resolve waver. Leaving me to wonder if the same restless thoughts keeping me awake were also occupying his mind. It felt as though we were both standing on the edge of something life-changing, and I was desperate to know if this electricity was real or just a figment of my imagination.

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Enough with my stupid fantasy and unsolvable libido,let's go grab my usual black coffee!.

It's Saturday and our housemaid Mrs.Cosmos was off.

The house was quieter than usual and I kinda liked it.

I made my coffee, then in order to play the good daughter, I made Mr. Wade's coffee too...mine was black, the way I liked it,no sugar, no milk but it seemed Mr Wade fancied milk and sugar,so I added them to the coffee.

I began humming a verse from Burna Boy's song that Ed Sheeran was featured on..... For my hand yeah,that's the song.

Did I remember to mention earlier that I was a Burna freak? I had him all over the four walls of my room,wouldn't miss his concerts for anything in the world and not sure I could go a day without listening to him. His music was my therapy.

The porcelain saucer rattled against the rim of the coffee mugs as I walked down the dim hallway, I shouldn't be here. I definitely shouldn't be the one delivering my father's best friend his morning caffeine fix. But with my dad out of town and a sudden urge to give him coffee,here I was.

Just as I stepped my left foot on the threshold, I saw the door ajar,didn't bother ringing, I just went straight in. Oh instinct's a fucker, I thought as I dropped his own cup of coffee on the night stand.

He wasn't inside, although I wondered where he'd gone. I didn't hear the shower turn off nor did I hear Mr Wade walk out of the bathroom as his towel slipped off his waist by mistake.

A heavenly mistake because trust me immediately I turned, I was looking at something so utterly clean and sinful that I didn't mind spanking.

Mr Wade seemed absent or probably didn't notice another presence in the room as he bent his naked creamy ass to pick up his towel.

My pussy clenched hard as I placed a leg over the other.

"Jess?" I didn't hear him groan my name as my eyes acted solely on their own, tracing down his body.......... From his beautiful perfect abs to his lovely broad chest then lower....

My heart beating erratically in my chest as I held my breath to find Mr. Wade's big pink cock hard and ready! Pointing right in my face!!!.

Oh Lord or Lucifer just return me to dust!!!

The air in the room felt like it had been sucked out by a vacuum. I stood there,frozen, my heart hammering against my ribs, staring at the most magnificent sight I had ever seen, porn videos aside, this was massive.

Mr. Wade, my father's best friend, a married man, a pillar of the community was standing completely naked,and he was very,very hard.

He froze,his hand still gripping the towel he'd been reaching for. He slowly turned his head, eyes locking onto mine.

"Jess?" He groaned, his voice low and rough,sounding like gravel grounding together. "How long have you been standing there?"

I couldn't move. I couldn't even blink. "I....I brought you coffee," I whispered, my voice trembling.

He looked down at his erection then back up at me. He didn't move to cover himself. Instead, a strange, dark intensity flickered in his eyes.

"You're staring, Jessica."

"I can't help it," I breathed, my gaze drifting back down. "You're...You're huge."

A low guttural chuckle escaped his throat. "Is that so?"

"Yes," I whimpered, the heat between my legs becoming an unbearable ache. "God,yes."

He took a slow step toward me,the movement slow and predatory. The coffee mugs on the night stand were forgotten. The world outside ceased to exist.

"You shouldn't be in here," he murmured, though he didn't sound like he wanted me to leave. "Your father would kill me."

"My father isn't here, " I whispered, stepping closer, my chest heaving. "And I don't care about the rules right now."

"You're just a girl ,Jess," he said,his voice dropping an octave. "A little college girl who doesn't know what she's asking for. "

"I know exactly what I want," I gasped, reaching out with a trembling hand. I didn't touch him,not yet, but the heat radiating from his skin was intoxicating. "I want you. I've wanted you since the pool."

He stiffened. "The pool? That was....that was an accident."

"Was it?" I challenged, my voice gaining strength. "Because it felt like you wanted me too. It felt like you were marking me."

Mr. Wade heaved a heavy sigh, a sound of absolute surrender. "You have np idea how many times I've asked myself how it would feel to have my big cock in your little tight pussy and how many times I've forced myself to look away from you at dinner because you're just like a daughter to me."

"Then stop looking away," I pleaded. "Please. Just....touch me."

He didn't need another word, his hand shot out, gripping my waist and pulling me flush against him. I let out a sharp, strangled scream. "Ah!" As my sensitive breasts collided with his hard chest and his thick, pulsing cock slammed right into my stomach.

"You're so wet, " he groaned his hand sliding down the junction of my thighs,pressing firmly against my panties. "I can feel it through the fabric. You're practically dripping for me."

"Mmmm, yes....Please, Wade...please, " I moaned, arching my back, pressing myself into his palm.

"Call me Mr. Wade," he commanded, his voice authoritative. "If we're doing this,you're going to remember exactly who I am to your father ."

"Mr. Wade! I cried out, the taboo of it sending fresh jolt of electricity through my nerves. "Please, fuck me! I can't take it anymore!

He didn't waste another second, he hoisted me up,my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. I felt the friction of his skin against mine, the raw masculine scent of him filling my lungs. He carried me the two steps to the bed and slammed me down onto the mattress.

"You've been quite the bad girl Jessica," he whispered, hovering over me,his muscles rippling. "Watching me. Wanting my big cock inside you."

"I have," I sobbed,my hands scrambling to pull at his remaining modesty. "I 've dreamed about this every single night."

He stripped me with brutal efficiency, ripping my lace panties with a loud rip! that made me gasp. He didn't use a condom, he didn't use lubricant. He didn't need to. I was a fountain, slick and ready, my body screaming for the release I had denied myself for so long.

He positioned himself, the head of his cock probing my entrance. I held my breath, my eyes wide.

"Look at me," he commanded.

I looked up into his dark,hungry eyes.

"You're mine right now, " he growled. "Forget your father. Forget Kiara. Just feel me."

Then he lunged.

"OH!" I s.c.r.e.a.m.e.d, the sound tearing from my throat as he buried himself inside me in one singular devastating thrust.

It was too much. It was everything. I felt my internal walls stretch and snap around him, a sensation of fullness so intense it was almost painful. I gripped his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin, as he began to move.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room. He wasn't being gentle. He was fucking me with a desperation that mirrored my own,his hips slamming into mine with rhythmic, violent precision.

"Ah! Oh god! Yes! Right there!" I shrieked my head tossing from side to side on the pillow. "More! Harder!"

"You like it rough,don't you?" He groaned, his breath hot against my neck. "You like being taken by an older man. You like knowing this is wrong."

"Mmm-hmmn! Yes! It's so wrong!" I wailed,my voice breaking. "Fuck me Mr. Wade! Destroy my pussy with your big daddy!"

He shifted his angle,hitting a spot deep inside me that made my vision blur. "AAH!" I arched my back, my toes curling, as the first wave of orgasm began to build. It was like a volcano erupting in my pelvis,a white- hot explosion of pleasure that eclipsed everything else.

"That's it.....take it all Angel," he gasped,his movements becoming faster,shallower. "I've wanted this for so long.....fuck! You're so tight..."

"I'm.......I'm coming! I'm coming!" I screamed,my muscles clamping down on him in a series of violent spasms.

He let out a roar "Ugh!" and gave one final, deep thrust,pinning me to the bed as he emptied himself inside me. We both collapsed, chest heaving, the only sound in the room,the frantic drumming of our hearts and the distant chirp of a bird outside.

I lay there, floating in a haze of endorphins, feeling the warmth of him inside me. I felt a twinge of guilt, a fleeting thought of his wife and kids but it was drowned out by the sheer, primal satisfaction of the act.

Then, the silence was shattered.

Click.

The sound of a smartphone camera shutter.

We both bolted upright. I scrambled to pull the sheetss over my naked body, my heart leaping into my throat.

Standing in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame with a smug,predatory grin, was Aaron Adams. He was holding his phone up,the screen still glowing.

Argh! This must definitely be the universe's way of punishing me but already? For fucking my father's bestfriend because trust me Aaron Adams was a disaster you should never pray for anytime,any day.

He was the one heading the elite handsome boys squad in our college, the cocky son of Mrs. Adams,like mother like son.

Just last week, Aaron who the.entire school knew as the most arrogant of the four kings in St. Augustine private college of California,had asked me out right in front of the whole class with a bouquet of my favourite flowers! I didn't know how he knew they were my favourite. But I had taken the bouquet like a good girl and crushed it beneath my left foot as I heard the whole lecture hall gasp in a deafening horror. No one was supposed to mess with the Adams kid and go scot free but I did and I'd been walking freely.

Aaron was nothing but a manipulating man whore, just a week prior,I found him fingering a girl in the female's toilet, two days ago,two girls in the school's library were moaning his name, one was grabbing his cock and sucking like a goddamn bitch and the other kept kissing him making stupid sounds that almost made me puke, and the fun of it? No one could ever suspend him or expel him from school simply because his mother, the snobbish socialite,Mrs. Adams was the school's biggest sponsor.

He used to be my crush in my freshman year which even the roaches and the rats in the school knew, he never for once acknowledged me and if he did? It was to scorn me for being poorly dressed despite coming from a rich home which justified the students' gasps when he asked me out. but everything changed when I got to know he put his dick in just any hole.

He was hot, yeah I'd give him that but hey....I wasn't into man whores, would never be. But what would I call myself now that I just fucked my father's best friend?

I was brought back to reality by the voice of Aaron, a shocking reminder that someone, not just anyone had caught me in the act. I had just needed my release, was that too much to ask?

"Well,well, well," Aaron drawled,his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I came here to surprise my favourite little ice queen, but I think I'm the one who got the surprise. "

"Aaron!" I shrieked, my face flushing a deep crimson.

"What the fuck are you doing in my house? Get. Out! Get out right now!"

Aaron didn't move. He looked past me to Mr. Wade,who was hurriedly pulling on his trousers, his expression one of absolute horror.

"Morning, Uncle Wade," Aaron said, his grin widening. "I didn't know you were such a fan of local talent. I mean,I knew you liked the finer things in life,but this? This is a whole new level of degenerate."

Mr. Wade froze,his voice trembling. "Aaron....you.....you can't be here."

"Oh I can be wherever I want, " Aaron replied,tapping his phone screen. "Especially when I have a front row seat to the scandal of the century. Imagine the look on my mother's face when she sees her brother fucking his bestfriend's daughter in the most brutal way. Imagine your wife's face, Uncle. Or better yet.....imagine Mr. Conway's face. "

The colour drained from Mr. Wade's face. He looked like he was about to faint. "Aaron,please,I'm begging you. Delete the video. I'll do anything. "

Aaron chuckled, a cold,sharp sound. He turned his attention back to me, his eyes scanning my disheveled hair and the sheets clutched to my chest.

"And here, I thought you were so pure,Jessica, Aaron whispered, stepping into the room. "The girl who smashes flowers. The girl who's too good for the bad boy. Turns out you're just a little slut for older men tsk.tsk. tsk."

"Shut up!" I yelled,tears of frustration and fear stinging my eyes. "Leave us alone!"

"Now,now,let's not be rude," Aaron said, his voice suddenly smooth. He walked to the edge of the bed looming over me. "I'm a reasonable guy. I don't actually want to ruin Uncle Wade's home. I mean,the drama would be delicious, but I think I can find a better use for this levarage."

"Exactly what is it you want you prick." I whispered, my voice shaking.

Aaron leaned in,his scent, something expensive and oppressive filling my space. "I want what I've wanted since freshman year. I want your pussy."

I wanted to slap him, but that would be too bold a move for my current situation.

I recoiled instead. "No. Never."

"Wrong answer," Aaron snapped, holding the phone up. "One click, Jess. One upload to the school forum, one email to your dad and your life is freaking over. Your dad loses his reputation, Uncle Wade loses his family, and you.....well,you become the school's favourite piece of meat."

"You're nothing but a monster," I hissed.

"I'm a businessman," he corrected. "Here are the terms. Simple and easy. First, you accept me publicly before the whole class,where you formerly rejected me. No more playing hard to get. You tell everyone you've realized I'm the only man for you."

"I can't do that," I whispered.

"Second," Aaron continued, ignoring me, "you belong to me. Body and soul. Anytime I want you, anywhere I want you, you say yes. Whether it's in the library,the locker room,or right here on this bed while your dad is in the next room. You don't say no. You don't complain. You just take it."

I looked at Mr. Wade. He was staring at the floor,his shoulders slumped in defeat.

"Tell her to say yes to all, Wade," Aaron commanded. "Save your skin, save your kids. Tell Jessica Conway to be my whore."

Mr. Wade looked at me,his eyes filled with a mixture of pity and shame. Knowing Aaron would never bluff. "Jessica.....I......I can't let this get out. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, but you have to do it, a lot is at stake."

The betrayal stung more than Aaron's blackmail. The man who had just given me the greatest pleasure of my life was now handing me to a predator to save his ass.

I looked at Aaron who looked triumphant. He knew he had won.

"Do we have a deal,Jessica?" Aaron asked, his thumb hovering over the 'send button.

I closed my eyes,a single tear rolling down my cheek. I thought of my father, his dreams of promotion, his trust in Mr. Wade. I thought of the chaos the video would cause.

"Fine, " I whispered "I'll do it."

Aaron's smile was blinding. He reached out and gripped my chin,forcing me to look at him.

"Good girl, " he murmured. "I can't wait to see how you sound when I'm the one making you scream.

He turned to leave but stopped at the door, glancing back at Mr. Wade.

"By the way, Uncle? Thanks for the warm up,I'll take it from here."

As the door clicked shut behind him, I collapsed back into the pillows,the silence of the house now feeling like a tomb. Just because of some minutes pleasure, I was no longer the owner of the reigns of my own life ,I became a prisoner in my own world.