Lena's POV

God, if Thanksgiving was playing with fire, Christmas was straight out of hell, I thought we would learn our lesson, like be smarter or sneakier. But we didn't.

The second I saw Peter pull up to my parent's house in his truck, I felt that familiar aching, I realised my body missed him. He stepped out in a blue sweater that hugged his chest. The jeans didn't help in hiding how hard he already was for this game. He shot me that smirk through the window. Such a pervert. I was done for.

The house was even busier than the last time. The snowstorm didn't help. It kept everyone inside, cousins snuggled closely on the couches, kids eating sugar cookies in the corner, the tree blinking. Yay, it was Christmas. We exchanged gifts, played cards, and of course I won. I had to do everything to impress him. I spent the whole evening hyper-aware of him: The way he laughed, cutting through the noise, stealing, glancing at me like a prey. By dinner, I was expecting my red velvet dress feeling too tight, too hot.

Again, we ended up next to each on the couch after dinner, Uncle Fred left his blanket, bless him. We used it to cover over laps while everyone watched some cheesy holiday movie. All I could think of was Peter next to me. The room was dim, fire crackling, and Aunt Nancy was dozing off at the opposite couch.

Peter's hand found my thigh under the blanket, casual at first, like he was just resting it there. But then his fingers started moving up, and I could feel the roughness against my skin. I had skipped panties altogether this time, figuring why bother? Stupid? Absolutely. Thrilling? Fuck yes.

“You're driving me crazy,” I whispered, reaching for popcorn while I shifted closer.

He chuckled low, breath hot on my ear. “I know you love it. Spread your legs a little.”

I did, my heart beating fast. His fingers slid higher, parting my pussy lips, dipping in slow and teasing. I bit my lip, my eyes fixed on the screen like my life depended on it.

My little cousin was sitting on the floor in front of us, laughing at what the actors in the movie were saying. Mom was two seats away, sipping wine. Wild right?

Peter came closer again, voice low. “So wet already. You've been thinking about my cock all day, haven’t you? Imagine me bending you over right here?”

“I hissed, “Shut up,” but my hips betrayed me, whining against his hand. He slid in another finger, going deeper, his thumb rubbing my clit. The blanket hid everything, but every shift made it rustle. Enough to make me feel paranoid.

I came fast, too fast, holding down his fingers while I blocked a whimper with my fist. I pretended it was a cough because my Dad looked over. Peter just grinned, withdrawing his hand and sucking his fingers clean just like he did at Thanksgiving. Bastard, was he this obsessed with my pussy juice?

If I am being honest, that wasn’t enough for me. Or him.

Later, after most people have fallen asleep, kids in sleeping bags, uncles snoring. Peter texted me from across the room. Guest room. Now.

I went upstairs, my heart beating. The guestroom was at the end of the hall, I opened the door, creaky as hell. I barely closed it when he grabbed me, backing me against the wall, his mouth took mine. His hands were everywhere on my body, pulling up my dress, rubbing my ass, grinding his hard cock against me through his jeans.

“Fuck bitch, missed this creamy pussy,” He moaned, biting softly at my neck hard enough to leave marks I would have to hide tomorrow. “I'm gonna fuck you so hard you forget your own name.”

“Like hell I want to. Do it,”I gasped, fumbling with his belt. “But stay quiet, everyone's right down the hall.”

He turned me around, pressing my cheek to the cool wallpaper, rubbed my pussy one last time and shoved into me from behind in one rough stroke. I cried out. Too loud and he shut me with a hand over my mouth, the other holding my hip in place.

“Shh, baby,” he said, thrusting deep and fasting. “You want to wake the other? Want the whole family knowing how much you love your cousin’s cock fucking you senseless?”

The words sent fire through me. I moaned against his palm, pushing back to meet every move. We didn't use the bed, it was too risky, it creaked from any movement. So we stayed against the wall, his body pinning me, my nails scratching the paint, sweat rolling down our skin. The room smelled like sex.

His hand found my breasts, pinching my nipple through the dress, then sliding down to rub my clit fast and filthy. “Damn…you're creamy, come for me baby,” he demanded, voice breaking with pleasure. “Squeeze that tight little cunt around me. Imagine Aunt Nancy walking in right now seeing you like this, my cock inside you.”

The thought of that, the risk, the filth of it drove me nuts. I came violently, legs shaking, body convulsing, muffled screams against his hand. He followed seconds later, fucking deep and spilling his seeds inside me with a groan, hips jerking wildly.

We were both panting, foreheads pressed together, when it happened.

I heard footsteps in the hall. It was getting closer.

“Shit,” I whispered, eyes wide. Peter froze, still buried inside me.

The doorknob shook.

“Hey, is someone there?” It was my brother, he sounded sleepy and annoyed. “I need the extra blankets. Mom said they’re in the closet.”

Peter and I started panicking. He pulled out fast, cum dripping down my thighs. I pulled my dress down, he zipped up, both of us tidying up. Fuck. The room reeked of sex, my hair was a mess, my lips were swollen.

“Uh, yeah it's me,” I called, voice loud. “Just... changing. Gimme uhh a sec.”

Silence. Then. “Okay, hurry up. It’s fucking cold down there.”

Peter hid against the wall behind the door, it won't be noticed if it opened. I picked up a random sweater from the bed, acted like I just “finished changing,” and opened the door just enough to give him the blankets from the closet. My brother took them, yawning, not even looking twice. “Thanks Lena Night.”

The door clicked shut. I fell against it, my legs shaking. Peter stepped out, pulling me into his arms, both of us laughing silently.

“That was too close,” I said grinning. He kissed me slowly, tongue teasing. “Worth it. Easter?”

I hit his shoulder playfully. “You’re insane.”

But as I slipped back downstairs, thighs sticky and heart pounding, I knew I’d be there. Counting the days.

Some risks aren’t just addictive. They’re everything. And this one? It’s rewriting me, one forbidden fuck at a time.

Mira slammed the apartment door behind her in frustration, groceries falling from her hands, she bought them with the last of Josh's savings. At 23, a fresh graduate from college, she was thinking life with Josh, her boyfriend, was going to be a world where her dreams could be easily achieved. Instead, they survived on side gigs and his savings.

The place she called home was more like a cage, the air in the room was suffocating and smelt of stale coffee. Empty beer bottles littered the coffee table, dirty clothes in need of urgent laundry piled up beside the bed, torn papers on the floor...Job application they had written, she just wanted to be free from this cage and get a better life.

Josh was using his laptop at the kitchen table, eyes fixed on the screen, surfing through the net searching through endless job listings for any openings. No one seemed to need workers anymore.

Mira walked up to him. Heart melting, she leaned in, planted a kiss on his forehead. "Baby. Has heaven decided to smile on us today?"

With frustration written over his face, he replied. "Still the same story. How about you? Any luck?"

Mira forced a smile. "All the places I have applied to tell me I am not experienced. I mean, what do they want, a PhD. in coffee-making?"

"Babe, how about you call your dad?" His voice carried hope, but the suggestion was a slap on her face.

"Seriously, Josh? Are you really asking me that?" Anger filled her. Her father had warned her about moving in with Josh, saying it was a decision she will regret. Blinded by love back then, she didn't obey him. Now, pride kept her from going back, even at her worst.

"I'm sorry, Mira, but what other options are available?" Josh looked away in shame, the thought of selling his car to cover next week's rent filled his head. "Did Mr. Robert get back to you?"

Mira rolled her eyes, packing her blonde hair into a messy bun. "Not yet. I'm still waiting for his call. He spoke of a temp position, with no other option I accepted. But what I really want is something permanent, baby." Hope filled her voice. That's all she could hold unto.

Mr Robert is her best friend's Dad, recommending her was the only help she could offer, so she said. Mira was grateful anyways.

Tears welled up, spilling down her cheeks, She was ready to do whatever it took to save them from this cage of an apartment.

Josh wrapped her into his arms, comforting her . "Everything will be fine baby, I promise."

Mira held onto him, like an anchor. "Josh, I don't want empty promises, I can't keep up with this anymore."

"Shhh... don't say that, I do understand, baby." He wrapped her tighter, backing her against the kitchen counter. His hands slowly rubbed her back, as he kissed on her forehead. She was the only thing that mattered to him right now, and he was doing all he could to see her live comfortably.

He held her chin and lifted her face, kissing her deeply, it was the world against them. Mira melted into it, returning the hunger. His hands were all over her chest, he grabbed her soft boobs through her shirt, squeezing gently as his mouth trailed hot kisses down her neck. With a pull, he freed her boobs from the shirt, his tongue circling a nipple, she let out a soft moan, wanting more.

Mira started getting wet between her thighs, getting sensitive with need. She held him closer. Lifted one leg and wrapped it round his waist, slowly grinding against him, he was hard. Josh groaned, his hands went to her butt, massaging them, damnn...it was soft, inviting.

Just then, her phone ruined the moment as it rang.

Mira pushed him aside, heart pounding, she was horny. She couldn't risk missing a call. Not now. She grabbed the phone, and picked the call.

"This is a reminder for Miss Mira. Your interview starts at 3."

"Sorry, what?" She was confused.

"You applied to be Mr. Grey's secretary. Didn't you get the email?"

"Oh... umm, yeah. I'll be there."

The line went dead. Mira looked at the clock, 2:48. "Fuck!" She panicked

"Relax, baby. Think it through," Josh tried calming her.

"Josh I can't relax dying minute, if I miss this we're fucked" She buttoned up quickly, and arranged her skirt, there was no time to change.

Josh tossed her his car key. "Use my car Baby. Go get 'em."

She ran out the door, tires screeching as she drove from the driveway. Fear of losing an opportunity coupled with the wetness between her thighs, reasons enough for her reckless speed. Eight minutes to arrive at the office, her mind racing with desperation and unmet lust.

Mr Robert, head of HR had just ended a call with his wife, who has been away on a work trip for four months, leaving him sex starved and yearning for a pussy. His daughter's friend was coming in for an interview at 3. Earlier on, his daughter requested for a favour, pleading he finds a position for her best friend, who was very desperate for a job. He agreed on the condition that she passes through him.

His office door opened, and like an answered prayer, a sexy figure walked in, hips swaying seductively, as if dancing to some invisible music.

He swore she was putting on nothing under that tight leather skirt she wore, her boobs were big, bouncing with each step she took, her nipples visible beneath the shirt. He was hooked. So Kita had such a beautiful friend, how come she never visited them.

"Urm... excuse me," Mira said for the third time, her voice pulling him from his trance. She noticed he was staring at her intensely and lustfully, that turned her on more. "My appointment for three." So this was Kira's Dad, her first time meeting him. He didn't look bad at all. Let's see how faithful he is to his wife, she smacked her tongue.

"That's you? do seat down," he replied, pointing at the couch. His eyes followed her, her butt cheeks slamming against each other as she moved and sat.

"Yes I am Mira, I've heard a lot about you from Kira. Thank you for inviting me over for this interview." She said, crossing her legs. The skirt rode up, exposing smooth, sexy thighs.

Mr. Robert swallowed hard, taking in the view before him: so much skin, her legs slightly opened, she wore nothing underneath. At 23, she was a sexy feast for his early-forties eyes, fresh and tempting, he couldn't resist.

"It's my pleasure. It says here, you want to be temp staff"

Mira had been secretly enjoying his gaze over her, whatever she was doing was working. "The thing is... I don't want to be temp. I would like to be permanent. I've got bills to pay." She replied, folding her arms, parting her legs wider in silent invitation, her expression welcoming, hungry.

Mr. Robert nodded, immediately catching the game. Staying months without sex had left him craving; the perfect prey had walked, sitting right at his front. "I have the power to make you Mr. Grey's permanent secretary." His eyes went to her exposed thighs, biting his lip as he eyed her boobs, struggling to be freed from her shirt.

He stood up, and moved behind her, hands resting on her shoulders. Slowly massaging her. "What do you say, Mira?" His voice became soft, sexy, her name rolling off his tongue intimately.

The way he said it was commanding, sensual. Making her crave more. She relaxed into his touch, ready to seal the deal with her body, trading desperation for dominance and a future worth fucking for.

Mira held her breath as Mr Robert massaged her shoulders. His strong fingers released the tension from her drive over here. This was the perfect solution from Josh's interrupted touch earlier on.

His thumb softly rubbed the base of her neck, and a chill ran down her spine.

The office air was filled with the scent of his cologne, expensive, woody and masculine, mixed with the smell of her pussy juice. She adjusted on the couch, opening her thighs a little more, she could feel the cool leather sticking to her damp pussy. "Fuck" She wanted more, she wanted this.

He stopped and walked towards the door, locked it and returned sitting next to her, watching Mira like she was an art displayed for his pleasure. He stared at her chest, her breasts pleading for freedom under the thin fabric.

"I... I need this job," she murmured, her voice filled with want, her eyes locked with his. At 23, she had always admired how confident older men were, when they needed something and how they took control without apology.

"I can see that sexy" he replied, in a low tone, rubbing her exposed thighs "And I can make it happen. Permanent. Good pay. Benefits." He paused, his other hand tracing the outline of her cleavage. "But everything has a price, you understand that, don't you?

She nodded, "I'm ready for whatever it takes" her voice failed to hide the need to be fucked. Josh's kisses had left her horny and aching, but this...this was different. Dangerous. Raw. Mr Robert's touch lighted the will to fuck her way from the cage of their apartment.

He lazily opened her shirt. "Stand up." He commanded, stepping back to enjoy the view. Mira rose, her legs shaking a bit, was this guilt? Her skirt went up, barely covering her ass. He walked round her, taking in every detail, every curve, her hips, her hard nipples, her boobs bouncing as she moved.

"Turn around and bend over."

She turned, unzipped her skirt, slowly lowered it and bent. "Baby, you're just so hot....Your ass is damn huge." Mr Robert's voice was lustful, he slapped her ass cheek, and pulled her towards him.

He pressed his erection in between her ass cheeks, hard and wanting. He ground slowly, letting her feel how hard he was for her, his hands slid up, grabbed her boobs that had been tempting him, she moaned loudly. He pressed hard, playing with her nipples. She could feel the heat coming from him, she moved her butt her a little and felt him he was big, his body reacted to her, trembling with need.

Mira closed her eyes, blocking the guilt she felt.

She wanted to feel good, she wanted this job, he made her feel better than Josh did.

Mr Robert chuckled and stepped back, she heard the zipper of his pants open. She turned and faced him, looking down at his dick. He was big and long just like the ones in her fantasies.

Finally, it was coming to pass. Each time Josh fucked her, she had always imagined being with someone else, who will fill her up with his full length.

"Are you sure you can take all of daddy's cock? his voice teasing.

"Yesss...daddy." Mira held his cock.

He groaned, as she slid her hands up and down his cock, his hands gripped her ass tighter, rode between her thighs, she was dripping, just how he liked them. He slid in two fingers, slowly, she started moaning, he brought them out, rubbed her clit. Mira jerked, drawing him closer, his hands were soaked with her pussy juice, he slid in his fingers again, deeper this time, increasing the tempo each time, sliding in and out of her quickly, her moans filled his ears, sweet music to his ears.

Mira couldn't believe herself, she had never felt this much pleasure before, every part of her wanted him, he shoved in again, he hit the spot, her body began vibrating, pulling him closer, whining against him, her pussy dripped with her cum.

"Ahhh...My turn." Mr Robert said with satisfaction. "You're wet for daddy's big cock huh." His voice was firm, eyes filled with desire. "On the couch." He commanded.

Mira knelt on the couch, positioned herself on her hands and knees and lifted her ass in the air, She could feel the wetness between her legs.

Mr. Robert stood behind her, he spanked her ass, she felt sweet pains, he pulled her towards him, his erection pressing against her ass. Her body was responding to his touch. In ways she couldn't control.

She spreads her legs wider, her ass arching slightly as she gets ready for his cock.

Mr.Robert's dick presses against her swollen pussy, the head rubbing through her wetness with a wet, sucking sound.

In one move, he thrust in his cock filling her. Mira gasps. Hold the couch tighter for support.

"Fuck, Mira, your pussy is tight," he groaned. One hand pulling her hair back. "Squeeze me like you were made for this. For my cock."

"The Job is yours slut." He whispered, his voice rough with desire.

His hands slid around, rubbing her clits roughly to increase her pleasure.

"oh yeah...fill me up Sir, hit my pussy hard," she screamed. He started to hump her ass, Mira could feel his cock moving in and out of her pussy

"You're so hitting the spot," she said between moans. "go deeper...uuhh"

That was all he needed as he increased his pace, Mr Robert grabbed her ass, banging them as they shook in rhythm to his move.

"Yes, fuck me Mr. Robert." Mira screamed, her body trembling with pleasure

"You like that...huh," He whispers in her ear, his voice thick with pleasure. "Feels so fucking good."

Mira nods...thrusting backwards, matching his speed.

Mr. Robert lifts her up, missionary position, He fills her up while standing just enough to make her body clench around him. Mira began panting, close to releasing again, Mr. Robert hit harder and increased his pace, his forehead pressed against hers. "Fuck, Mira you're so fucking wet. You are now my slut"

Mira's mind starts to wander, her body going through the motions but her mind elsewhere. She can now afford the bills, buy more groceries, she thinks about the man between her legs. She'll keep coming for more.

Mr. Robert begins groaning, voice filled with pleasure, she could feel him in her, he was close to ejaculation.

Mira's eyes opened, her gaze meeting his. She feels he is about to release. "Cum on my dick," he ordered, Mr. Robert didn't hold back, pulling out almost to the tip before slamming back in, balls slapping against her clit with each powerful drive.

"Show me you're worth hiring."

"Yes Sir, cum in me" She screams, grinding against him feeling her own cum. He began jerking, Mira feels his hot cum spill inside her as he groans, she hugs him tighter. He held her there, pinned and panting, her body was still shaking, Slowly, he pulled out, she could feel the warmth of his release, dripping down her thighs.

"Fuck, that was good," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Welcome to the team, Mira. Permanent staff. Resume tomorrow." His smile was sinister. "But remember, this stays between us, Kita shouldn't know about this. And you'll be earning every bonus."

She nodded, her legs weak, and an excitement that felt forbidden chased away her desperation. Finally, the future was achievable.