Carnal Chronicles — A Saga of Sinful Secrets.

My name is Seraphine Vale, and I am the daughter of the governor of California. Sera to those close enough to earn that. My father’s political machine demanded perfection, but Mia Kensington was my rebellion. She was my secret fire and the daughter of the Kensington Dynasty. They were old money laced with influence and our love had burned for three years in the shadows. No one knew about this. Not even the press, nor our families. Even the staff knew nothing. Mia was everything to me. Her soft lips devouring mine in hotel suites, her tongue tracing wild circles around my c**t until my hips bucked, and I squirted across her chin. Her fingers scissoring deep inside my cu*nt to stretch me open while I clawed her back and screamed her name into the pillow. We fu*cked like we were starving, grinding our greedy clits against each other until we convulsed in orgasms that left the sheets drenched and our thighs trembling. Again, she was my everything. Men? They had never existed in our world. Not even a flicker of interest or a passing fantasy. Until that empty afternoon when boredom made me sick. Mia was gone for two weeks on some obligatory family retreat in the mountains and the apartment felt too quiet without her moans or her touches. I laid on the bed in nothing but lace panties, and a silk robe. With my phone in hand, I scrolled to our favorite porn site. Porn was our shared vice and it was always girl-on-girl action. Something that mirrored the way we’d devour each other. But curiosity arose. What was the hype about straight s*x anyway? I told myself it was just to mock them and prove how little they appealed. So I clicked a random video in the hetero category. The woman was on her knees with her mouth open, but my eyes locked on the man who had stepped into the frame. Glasses perched on a Greek nose, buttoned shirt that hid his broad shoulders. Then he stripped to reveal carved abs, thighs like thick columns and his d**k; thick and twisted ropes for veins. It began to harden into something obscene. My breath caught in my throat, and it was not because of how glorious he looked. It was because he looked exactly like Damian, my father’s executive assistant. He was quiet and reserved and worked to details. He blushed when I thanked him for bringing me coffee sometimes. Yes, that kind of man. But, this could not be him. I refused to believe it. The man in the video grabbed the woman’s hips and thrust in one swift motion as he buried himself balls deep into the woman’s pu*sy. His body moved like a s*x-god as his hips snapped forward. His muscles glistened with sweat and his balls slapped wetly against her ass with every deep plunge. She screamed. The camera zoomed closer to expose her pu*clenching around his shaft as he railed her raw. One hand choked her throat while the other pinched her n****e hard. Her body convulsed and juices squelched out down his d**k. For the first time in my life, heat exploded between my thighs. My c**t swelled painfully as it rubbed against my panties, arousal soaking through the silk of my robe. My n*****s hardened to aching points and my core throbbed with a foreign need. For a split-second, I imagined that thick shaft splitting me open and stretching my untouched-by-men walls until I screamed like her. Hold up. I paused the video, breathing hard. This was not me. I loved p***y. Especially Mia’s soft and wet and perfect pu*sy. But this fire inside me, I couldn’t quench. I hit play again and my fingers slipped under the robe. Past my panties to find my swollen c**t already slick and pulsing. I circled it slowly at first to match his rhythm as he flipped her onto her back and pinned her legs wide open. Then he slammed back in missionary style. Her screams erupted, and my fingers dipped inside, fu*cking myself in time with his thrusts. The orgasm slammed into me fast and shockingly. My pu*sy clenched hard and juices gushed onto my palm but it only left me hungrier. So, I searched for his stage name, Blaze, and videos flooded the screen. There were raw solos of him stroking that massive d**k slowly while grunting filthy promises about "flooding tight cu*nts until they beg for mercy." There were brutal duos of him face fu*cking women until drooled and pre*c*m cascaded down their chins, throats bulging as he used them like toys. Then the threesomes that shattered something inside me. He dominated two eager c*m sl*ts as one straddled his face, grinding her dripping pu*sy while his tongue plunged into her ass*hole and fingers fisted deep in her cu*nt. The other woman bounced on his d**k until both of them climaxed in unison, squirting juices that splattered his ripped abs and ran down his thighs as they begged for his c*m. I was stunned. If this was the same man who was my father’s assistant, then he lived a double life. Demure assistant by day, c*m-spewing porn god by night. My pu*sy throbbed at the thought. I stripped completely, spreading my legs wide on the bed and shoved three eager fingers into my throbbing snatch, curling them against my G-spot while I placed my thick vibrator against my c**t. The video played on loop. I panted after the way his body owned those women and the power in every thrust. I came explosively, squirting across the sheets in hot messes. My whole body shook alright, but it felt hollow. Toys could not replicate that raw stretch and relentless pounding. I needed him to brutalize me and rail my lesbian pu*sy until I blacked out. Until c*m oozed from my f****d-raw holes like those video wh*ores. As soon as I had those thoughts, Mia’s loving texts popped up, but I swiped it fast as guilt hit me. However, the craving drowned it before it could take root. *** The next day at the office, I accidentally pressed my full t**s against his arm while handing over the files. I let it linger a second before pulling away. “You handle everything so…impressively, Damian,” I praised against the shell of his ears. My pu*sy dripped at the thought of him unleashing that hidden beast on me, bending me over his desk and fu*cking me senseless in that cramped space while the others listened. He blushed and adjusted his glasses shyly. “Thank you, Miss Vale.” Just as quickly, he looked away. His shy facade only made me wetter and my obsession throbbing harder. I would break him. After all, I always got what I wanted. I would make him see me as the desperate dripping sl*ut I suddenly was because of him. And when I did, I’d beg for every thick inch of that d**k to ruin me from the inside out.