LUST AND RUIN: AN EROTIC COLLECTION OF FETISHES

LINDA

The collection of files flew across my office, the branded ones taking a different route from the unbranded materials.

"Do that again, and this time be smart," I yelled. My voice bounced back in echoes.

He looked down at the flood of his hard work scattered across the shiny tiles. I studied his face for a reaction. There was none.

"I'll do as you've asked, ma'am," he replied, his voice shaky but audible. His glasses slid off his nose; he adjusted them, crinkling his chisel-shaped nose like it could somehow catch them.

His knees kissed the floor as he tried to put together what was left of the proposal document I had asked him to reprint for the sixth time. "Thank you, ma'am," he said with a slow bow, head locked between his wide shoulders. I gave a passive wave that meant get out of my office. My waist leaning into my massive office chair, as I reminisced on the call I had received earlier, announcing the passing of my aunty.

I let out a deep sigh, unlocking my legs. Maybe I was crazy, but treating him that way made my nipples harden. The look of his innocence tore up my walls all the way to my core.

He was an intern, newly enrolled, but somehow I had managed to bully him from the very second day he came to work. It was my way of fulfilling my secret desires, which involved finger-fucking myself to thoughts of his innocent face buried between my legs, his tongue diving deep into my fat, plump pussy.

Despite all the mistreatment, he never seemed to have any reaction whatsoever on his face. His responses were monotonous-in a way I found arousing. "Fuck, I'm wet again," I sighed, rolling my eyes. I watched him from my large glass partition. His face was buried in his laptop the way I needed it buried between my thighs, struggling to reach the surface for air.

The screen reflected his nerdy innocence. His eyes found mine, darting back and forth, crouching like he was bowing to me even from the distance. Sweet boy, I muttered under my breath. My pussy rejoiced once more with a grip I was accustomed to. I opened my laptop; the screen brightened up on my face. I had work to do.

I cracked my neck, eyes tightly shut. "Ouch!" I screamed as the tension released. "Shoot!" I exclaimed as my eyes caught the giant clock on the wall. The time was far spent. I had been locked in, sitting behind my laptop.

I jerked to my feet, heels creaking against the tiles, finally noticing the silence that hugged the office.

They were all gone, every last one of them. Good thing it was Friday.

I needed to stop by the club, grab a drink-or drinks, or maybe a whole bottle-get fucking drunk, and find a younger boy to give my pussy a good pounding.

The drive home was fast. I got home, took a quick shower, sprayed on cologne, and was out and about.

Driving to my favorite slut house, "Deluxy." The club was bubbly as usual. The clicking sound of my heels was barely loud enough to be heard.

I walked straight through a crowd of people dancing with a weird rhythm that didn't follow the music, then to my regular spot.

I sat down, tugging my above-the-knee gown slightly to cover the trace amount of shame I had. The VIP area, where all the fun was.

Male strippers were doing their shit, their eyes searching for the perfect cock-thirsty client to indulge. I had a favorite-one I had taken to my bed twice, dipping his long monster cock deep between my wide-spread pussy lips.

He leaned toward me, gaze locked on mine. I slapped his lightly clothed cock, gripping it softly, tongue out, using a dollar bill like it could give his groin some sort of covering.

He passed me a grin; mine mirrored his. I dipped my hand between my breasts, my cleavage sitting nice and inviting in my silver strapless gown. I pinched my nipples, rolling them softly.

As my favorite stripper gave me a show, he bounced his hard cock right into my face, an inch close to my mouth. The little cloth provided all the sensory tease intended.

His hips were a roller coaster. Fuck! Flashbacks of my pussy grinding all over his face triggered my cunt even harder. I wet my index finger, digging it into my warm, dripping pussy, my other hand still pinching my nipples, eyes fixed on this beautiful wonder before me.

He came closer, knees spread over the single club chair where I sat, hips rolling even more. I ran my hands over his chest, then down his hard, throbbing cock-strong and vibrant. My thighs moistened.

The musky scent of my pussy juice suddenly hit my nose. He pulled away, back to his spot, now dancing for another client.

I licked my lips, warmth embracing my tongue. Oh, I needed a drink. And a new fuck toy for the night.

While I sat at the bar, a familiar silhouette caught me. I knew those biceps anywhere. The strongly carved chin, the veiny arms.

It was Lucas-my intern. My forehead creased into waves. "Lucas?" I called out, my tone questioning.

He twirled around swiftly, body in position with mine. His glasses prevented a closer look into his eyes, which I noticed were gawking at my breasts, almost piercing my bones.

"Yes, ma'am," he replied, lips flushed, his face as questioning as mine.

"Why are you here? Waiting on someone?" I yelled at the top of my voice, sitting on the stool just beside his. The loud music blared. "No, ma'am. I'm here to chill out." The words sounded native and bizarre coming from him.

This was the longest conversation we had ever had, especially because I made the office chaotic for him. He pushed up his glasses, once again doing the nose-crinkling thing he always did. I watched him gulp down alcohol like it was some diet soda. My eyes widened.

He was a little different-less scared or shaky. He looked confident, spoke confidently, and his posture was upright and commanding. He maintained eye contact and looked like he didn't need those glasses to see through me.

"You here for a fuck boy?" he asked, voice stern and determined. I froze, jaw dropped. My response hung on my tongue. His eyes searched mine for a reaction, piercing straight into me. My pussy did the grip thing, squeezing and pulling like it was getting ready. I pulled my legs tighter. His eyes shifted toward my exposed thighs, then back at my boobs. He ran his tongue over his lips, eyes thirsty with lust.

"Do you happen to know any fuck boys?" I managed to respond. My words were barely coherent. A sinister smirk curved the corner of his lips. His eyes fixed on me. "I am one," he said, breath steady, his finger gently stroking my thighs. My pussy tightened with a sharp tug. A fresh gush of wetness flooded out.

He was definitely different, but I couldn't protest. The same intern who could barely sit in the same room as me was making advances, stroking my thighs with his finger. My body betrayed me before I could make a decision. He saw the change in my attitude. I folded like a pretzel with nothing more than a nod.

"Good," he said moments after I nodded in affirmation. He lifted his hand, calling for some extra rounds of tequila. "Strong," he ordered, without even asking for my opinion. "I don't take tequila," I said, my voice now more like myself than before.

"No, no, no," he replied with a smile, leaning forward into me, eyes commanding. "You'll need it," he whispered. His lips brushed against my ear lightly. My nipples hardened harder, struggling behind my bra. Lips parted, breath sucked in. "Trust me, you will."

The next seconds seemed blurry to me. I could hardly recall how I got to the room or how I had myself waiting on him to get out of the shower before he devoured me so badly I thought I needed a wheelchair. The shock I felt was enough to leave me disabled

LINDA

My eyes searched the room. The positions and furniture were exactly where they were the last time I was here. It was my VIP room, furnished to my taste. The bed was massive enough to contain all my hungry sexual desires. The furniture was perfectly placed farther behind, leaving enough room at the center. The green-colored sex couch sat right at the foot of the bed. It was perfect.

"How do you want to be fucked?" He echoed casually, towel splashing water from his hair, glasses off, as he dashed out of the bathroom. My breath heaved.

Where the fuck was he hiding all this body? My face read it all, jaw dropped. His abs were perfectly defined, biceps big and strong, with shoulders broad for a young boy his age. His waist-fuck!-narrow in a way that complimented his looks. I swallowed hard, the thick slimy spit sitting at the back of my throat.

"Surprise me," I said, my teeth clenched. I pushed back, my ass moving slightly over a pool of my pussy juice as I got more comfortable, ready for a show. "You sure, ma'am?" he asked with a smirk.

His hands gripped his heavy bulge. My nipples plumped; a wave ran through my entire body just by the sight. I imagined it veiny, his cap broad and glistening. I wanted to grab the cock and shove it down my thirsty, slippery throat. But I needed to let him come to me. I was his boss, after all.

"I hope you understand what that means. You'll have to beg for my cock before I fuck you so good you may forget the name of the company," his voice came cocky and sure. But I was enjoying this. I loved a confident cock.

He inched further. His towel-wrapped bulge hovered directly in front of my lips. I parted my lips, breathing it in. He moved his hips slightly, rubbing the towel-wrapped cock over my lips. He knew my pussy was throbbing now, violently. His smirk showed it all.

"Take it off," he said, eyes looking down at me. I looked up. He blinked, indicating he meant the towel. I shamelessly obeyed. My shame got lost in the tension my pussy was giving.

I pulled off the towel slowly. My heart beating violently, thighs aroused. Then the towel came off. A giant cock, veiny and vengeful, sprang out. Poking into my nose. The cap of his cock was big and wide like a mushroom. My heart sank. My pussy screamed in arousal, throbbing so hard I mistook it for my heart beating. "Fuck," I muttered under my breath. Eyes raised, looking into his.

"You like it?" he asked, his hands cupping my jaw tightly, pressing and pulling like I was his slut. I felt all the shame fall off with that towel. I knelt helplessly before this young man.

"Lick it," he commanded. I obeyed. My lips stretched widely over it, barely enough to go over it completely. My eyes teared up almost immediately, giving him the picture I was sure he was used to seeing. He pushed in slowly, his hands directing my head with a firm grip at the back.

More tears settled as I trembled completely. Five more gentle strokes and I was almost puking all over myself. The thickness and wideness of his cock stretched my throat like it was my pussy. My thoughts blurred out.

"Take off everything," he commanded. Pulling out of my mouth with a loud "plop" sound, my own saliva drawing trails as I pulled back. I obeyed, trying to catch my breath. I got naked completely, my nipples now staring back, hard as bricks.

He pinched my nipples, rolling them between his fingers like he had years of experience. I moaned around his cock plowing deep into my throat; my moans were almost lost in the gluck-gluck sounds that now filled the entire room.

"Get up," he groaned, pulling me by my neck. I followed his pull, legs shaking. He tossed me over the bed. Its size was enough to accommodate more than ten people. "Turn over," he said, demonstrating with a twirl of his hands.

I tried, weakly, but he turned me over forcefully, my knees pressing deep into the cold polished floor. Splat! Splat! came his hands, heavy on my bare ass. Spanking with an audacity that made my pussy clench and fart wetly.

Without a word, he pushed my inner waist deep, forming an arch. "Look, ma'am," he said, his voice harsh. "Watch me devour your pussy."

"Fuck," I moaned, sucking on my finger as I curled my flanks, head pressed into the bed, watching him like he commanded. He slapped the entrance of my pussy with his cock, glistening with my juices.

Then he pushed in, just the cap. "Ahh!" I screamed. "It won't fit," I said, pushing him back a little, my pussy aching loudly. "Shhhhh, it will," he said, his voice assuring, as he pulled my hands away, holding them firmly behind my back. The other hand pressed my head into the bed deeper.

"Fuuuuck!" I screamed louder as he forced his entire cock into my deep pussy. "Damn, this pussy is so wet," he moaned. His voice triggered me even more. I loved a man who could moan. "So why have you been so harsh towards me at work ma'am?" He asked, ignoring my screams and helpless struggles to escape his grip.

"You can't escape this fucking, ma'am," he whispered, his chest pressed against my held hands, thrusting even deeper. "You're hurting me," I cried, my voice louder than before. Splat! Splat! came another heavy spank on my red, sore ass, right on the same spot. My heart jolted.

"Take it like the boss you are," he continued. Eyes shut, his head pulled backwards as he rammed into me like a vengeful beast. I cried, my body caught between pleasure and pain from this monstrous cock that was tearing me apart. But I was helpless. My hands held back, legs trapped, waist maintained in an arch like my life depended on it. Every thrust felt personal.

He pulled his cock out, smirking at the plop sound my pussy made. "I'm not done with you," he said again, flashing me a sinister smile. I heaved a breath of fear. My lips trembled. He pulled me by my hair, my dark silky ponytail dangling.

He pushed me right into the green sex couch. My back rested on the raised portion, waist at floor level. "Spread them," he said, wetting his lips like a hungry lion. "Wider," he commanded, making me spread them even wider, my entire body vulnerable as his eyes dug deeply into my pussy hole.

"Now who's the boss?" he asked, his hands on my jaw, steadying my eyes into his, my knees widely spread open. My pussy juice splattered all over my thighs. I hesitated, and that was enough for the punishment that was coming.

He yanked my legs up high above my head. My breasts hung at the sides, nipples firm. My face wrinkled in shock, helpless and vulnerable, my eyes swollen from all the tears

. He pushed his weight further down, holding me in a tight position, my legs hovering beside my ears over his shoulders. He kissed my forehead softly-the nicest gesture he had done since I walked through that door. "Please, Lucas," I begged, legs trembling from above my head.

"Nah, I'll answer to Master," he growled as he pushed his cock into me with a deep thrust. "Oh my God!" I screamed, trails of my spit forming lines over my mouth. He thrust deeper with every scream, pounding my pussy mercilessly.

"I believe you meant to say oh my Master." I swallowed a loud scream, trying to collect my words carefully. His hips rocked deeper and deeper, turning in circles like I had never experienced before.

My pussy was swollen, sore, and battered. And he didn't seem like he was close to letting me go. "Please, Master," I moaned, struggling to get out the words. Our eyes were locked, my jaw held firmly by my own legs, guarded by his big biceps.

"Good girl," he whispered, his breath heavy and paced, eyes piercing deeply into my soul. He pulled back, releasing my legs from his grip. Then came the pounding-deep and rough. Thwack! Thwack! echoed the sound of his cock pounding into my wet pussy. Our body fluids mixed into a scent that was to become my new olfactory fetish.

"Call me Master," he said softly, his ears resting on my lips. "Master," I moaned, making enough hot air to make his body shiver. "Fuck yes," he said, thrusts getting faster, eyes closed. "You own this pussy, Master," I moaned louder into his ears, my hips meeting his thrusts. "Oh," he sang in a way that softened me up, sending a vibration over my core.

"Cum in me, please," I begged, pinching his nipples, rolling and pressing them roughly as he continued to pump into me. "You're my cumslut, bitch," he groaned loudly, tone now rougher like he was about to shoot. " yes master, I'm all yours, your cumslut" . The words overwhelmed his entire body, his groans louder than ever. His chest on my boobs as I spanked his ass hard.

Moments later, he collapsed into my body, muscles twitching, his load pumping deep down my pussy. He collapsed on me, his weight crashing down. We both fell into a deep sleep. My body ached with an intense pain.

LINDA

When I awoke the next morning, he was gone. Like the wind. He didn't ask for anything. I awoke with a pounding ache in my pussy. I smiled softly, spreading my legs widely for some fresh air. It was the best fuck of my entire existence. I managed to get dressed, sorted all my bills with the receptionist, and set off for my home.

When I arrived home, I prepared a sitz bath. The soreness I felt was too overwhelming to let me breathe. Random flashbacks came with my pussy throbbing, drooling pussy juice leaving trails on my panties. I moaned to the memory of how his innocence vanished and I was at his mercy. I sucked on my fingers softly, replaying the mental picture. I was excited and looking forward to seeing him at work on Monday.

*******

Monday came early as I had wished. And I hurried to work, taking rehearsals in front of a mirror on how to remain casual and non-confrontational like a teenager, despite the fact that that young man had me on my knees begging.

I arrived at the office, eyes searching for him at every corner. He wasn't anywhere. I waited several hours, peeking through my glass partition often for his now-familiar silhouette, but he never came.

Monday rolled into Tuesday and then Wednesday till Friday. He never showed up. Today was Friday and it didn't feel any less hurtful. My heart felt empty. No one at work seemed to know anything about him. I searched through his temporary employment file, taking out his phone number. At the first dial, it went straight to voicemail.

Thoughts came flooding my head like a natural disaster. Did he dump me after a one-night stand? Or was he just playing hard to get? I kept questioning myself. Eventually I tried to stop worrying. I failed. I still did..

I visited the club, hoping to see him again. My favorite stripper bucking his hips at me like he always did. But I was unmoved. I had fallen in love with my young intern. I even promised that he owned me-a pledge I am not proud of. But then he had disappeared without a trace.

******

Today was Tuesday and I recalled I had to attend my auntie's funeral. Our family had made all the arrangements for it. But I barely remembered, having my head lost in my dilemma. My clothes lay smoothly on my bed: a black dress, above-knee length, with stone patterns. Black stiletto heels to match.

A black fascinator with transparent eye covering and a frantic bow tie behind it. A coffee brown colored channel bag. Jewelry to match. I pulled out of my house; my driver pulled the SUV right in front to pick me up. We rode in total silence toward the funeral hall.

The hall was crowded; wailing and screaming echoed all around. It was a multi-funeral hall with over three funerals being held within the same venue. I hated funerals; they gave me the creeps. I just needed to show my face and disappear afterward. A pile of work awaited me.

Suddenly a sudden shiver ran through my spine. Strange.. My teeth gnashed with the cold. I wrapped my hands around myself, searching for a crowd of people. It was unusual. I wasn't superstitious, but I would have believed some ghost had walked past me or stood behind me.

Then I saw it. My hands shivered violently, teeth gnashing with a jamming sound. Behind me was a funeral poster of a young man from another funeral service-young and vibrant. It was Lucas. The banner said he had died two months back. We had met just two weeks ago. My life began to flash before my eyes.

My channel bag dropped off my hands, hitting the floor with a loud thud that drew all attention to me.

I froze. He was dead? I fucked a ghost? I yanked the fascinator off my face. My breath labored. "Ahhhhh!" I screamed, holding my hands against my temples. All eyes dashed toward me with pity and sadness Other voices raised in tears like I had triggered their pain.

"Is that Linda?" someone called out. It was my mom, running up to me. Concern splattered all over her face. "Are you okay, baby?" she said, flicking her fingers to a group of other men to help me into an armchair specifically for grieving family members.

I remembered his changes, his different attitude and aura, how he disappeared from the room the next morning. It all made more sense now.

Then. I saw him right before my eyes, walking toward me. All dressed in black, his towering height and body still intact. I froze. My eyes fixed on him as he moved closer.

"Are you okay, ma'am?" he asked, shaking my shoulder with a smile. Tears gathered at the edge of my eyes, falling uncontrollably. I was seeing a ghost again. "It's me, Lucas," he said, wiping his hands over my face. His voice calm and collected amidst my mother and family members' panicking screams. "You're dead, Lucas."

I said, my words slurred, eyes weak and shutting. "Look at me, ma'am," he said with a soft slap across my face, pulling me out of my syncope. "I'm not dead. That man over there," he said, pointing at the banner, "it's my twin. He died in a fire explosion months ago. The name says Diego." I looked back at it. The name boldly read "Diego Martin." Tears rolled down my cheeks.