Living with Sinful Desire

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I didn't move in expecting my life to turn into a living, breathing sin.

But that's exactly what happened.

My name is Tomas Vence. Twenty-three. Six-foot-something, single, unemployed, and crashing at my Auntie Isadora's house after my grandparents passed. It was supposed to be temporary, a place to stay while I figured things out.

Except, she was the problem.

Isadora Blake.

The woman wasn't just beautiful, she was unreal. A former supermodel with long, dark hair, hypnotic green eyes, and a body that made men sell their souls just to be near her. I grew up seeing her in magazines, on billboards, wearing dresses that made the whole world worship her curves.

Now?

Now, she was a fallen goddess, divorced, bitter, drowning herself in wine while working some small-time photography job that barely paid for her designer habits. She was no longer the centre of attention. And she hated it.

I thought that was my biggest problem.

I was so fucking wrong.

It was past midnight.

She'd been drinking again more than usual. I found her sprawled out on the couch, wine glass still clutched in her hand, robe barely staying closed.

I should have just covered her up.

I should have walked away.

But then the glass slipped from her fingers, tumbling to the floor with a soft clink.

And her robe... fell open.

I froze.

No bra. No panties. Nothing.

Everything was on display.

Her breasts - full, soft, tipped with the kind of perfect pink that made my mouth dry. Her stomach, toned but feminine, leading down to the soft, delicate folds between her thighs. Everything about her was flawless, like she had been sculpted to ruin men.

And I was ruined.

I literally had a boner after seeing that. A body like that is enough to make anyone lose control.

I didn't even breathe. Couldn't.

Her legs shifted slightly, parting just enough to make my head spin. The dim glow from the TV flickered over her body, tracing over every sinful inch of her.

I told myself to look away.

I didn't.

And then she stirred.

Her eyes fluttered open, hazy, unfocused at first.

Then, they locked onto me.

A slow smirk curled on her lips.

"You're staring, darling... should I be flattered or concerned?"

Shit.

I took a sharp step back, my heart slamming in my chest, but she didn't move to cover herself. Didn't pull her robe shut.

She just... watched me.

Enjoyed the way I couldn't tear my eyes away.

Her fingers trailed lazily over her stomach; her voice smooth as silk. "You're acting like you've never seen a naked woman before, Tomas."

I swallowed. Hard. "Not you."

Her smirk deepened.

That's when I knew this wasn't an accident.

She had let me see her.

And she liked that I had looked.

The air between us turned thick, electric, dangerous. My skin was on fire, my thoughts wrecked, my whole body fighting itself.

And then, as if nothing had happened, she let out a sleepy sigh, rolled onto her side and fell right back asleep.

Leaving me standing there.

Breathing like I'd just run a fucking marathon.

Completely fucked.

I barely slept that night. How could I?

But she? She woke up like nothing had happened.

She was in the kitchen when I walked in, wearing one of my shirts and only that.

The hem barely reached her thighs. Every time she moved, I got a perfect glimpse of smooth, bare skin underneath.

She turned when she saw me, a knowing smirk playing on her lips.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," she purred, sipping her coffee.

I gripped my mug too hard. "Morning."

She leaned against the counter, green eyes gleaming with pure mischief. "You seemed... tense last night."

I nearly choked on my coffee. "What?"

She tilted her head. "You were staring pretty hard, baby. Did your lovely auntie give you... a little too much to think about?"

Holy. Fucking. Hell.

I clenched my jaw. "You were drunk."

She laughed. A slow, sultry, dangerous sound. "And You were looking at me last night, weren't you? A teasing smirk, a knowing glance.

My stomach dropped.

She took a slow sip, her eyes never leaving mine. "It's normal, you know. You're young. Curious. I don't blame you."

I exhaled sharply. "Are you done?"

She licked a stray drop of coffee from her lip, watching me suffer. "Let's just say... I enjoy watching you struggle." She trails a finger along my chest.

And then, just to wreck me even more, she turned around and lifting the back of my shirt just enough to show me what was underneath.

Nothing.

No panties.

Just smooth, bare skin. With her soft boobs with puffy nipples and her cleaned pinkish pussy.

She glanced over her shoulder, her smile dripping with sin. "Oops."

I couldn't breathe.

She walked away like nothing had happened.

Well, I was supposed to be looking for a job.

Supposed to be grinding, updating my resume, and sending applications instead of sitting here, completely fucked in the head because of my her.

But how the hell was I supposed to focus when Isadora Blake was living under the same roof as me?

Thirty-five years old. Too young to be called old, too experienced to be called innocent. A woman who had once been the face of perfection, the woman who had men with private jets and black credit cards begging for her attention.

And now?

Now, she was just walking around my damn house like temptation itself, teasing me like she knew exactly how wrecked I was.

And she did.

I ran a hand through my hair, trying to shake off the addictive thoughts flooding my head. My laptop screen blurred in front of me, my mind trapped in memories of last night the way her robe had slipped, the way she didn't even cover herself up, the way she enjoyed watching me fall apart.

And now, I couldn't think about anything else.

Not a job. Not my future. Nothing but her.

I was so lost in my own damn spiral that I didn't hear her watching me.

"Concentrate on your job search, Tom," her voice rang out from the backdoor, smooth and teasing, making my entire body stiffen.

I turned fast, too fast, my eyes locking onto hers. She stood there, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching me with a dangerous smirk.

Her hair was loose, cascading over her bare shoulders, and she was wearing nothing but a silk robe again, tied loosely around her waist not even properly closed.

"You know, in today's world, without money, nobody will want you." Her voice was low, sultry, dangerously smooth. "Even if you're handsome little guy."

I felt that hit.

The embarrassment, the shock the way my heart slammed because she knew. She fucking knew how distracted I was because of her.

I swallowed hard, shifting in my seat, trying to cover exactly what she was doing to me. "Hey auntie, why the hell are you teasing me?" My voice came out louder than I intended, almost challenging, but she didn't flinch.

If anything, she smiled.

I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair. "Why not go for other men? A rich, handsome guy? I have nothing."

Her smirk vanished.

For the first time, something flashed across her face something raw, something dark, something real.

She tilted her head, stepping into the room. "Tom... in my entire career, people used me." Her voice was different now, lower, almost fragile. "All the rich bitch bastards, the powerful men, they wanted me like a fucking trophy. But not one of them not one ever showed me love. Not one ever gave a damn about me."

I stared at her. My chest tightened.

"Even my husband, the one man I actually trusted, left me." Her laugh was cold, empty. "I wanted to retire, have a family, live a peaceful life. And you know what I got? Divorce papers."

My jaw clenched.

"Well, he got his karma," I muttered. "Got shot by his new wife."

Her lips curved into a small, wicked smile. "Yeah. That was fucking satisfying."

I leaned forward, meeting her eyes. "But auntie... You're still rich. Money isn't your problem."

She looked at me then, really looked at me--like I had just hit a nerve so deep she had no idea how to respond.

She let out a slow exhale. "Yes. But what about my life?" Her voice was barely above a whisper now. "I'm 35. Betrayed. Retired. No family. No future."

I felt my chest tighten even more.

Before I could even stop myself, I stood up, walking toward her. "You have me."

Her eyes widened slightly.

I took another step. "I'm here. I'll get a job. I'll take care of you. And I swear to God, I'm capable of doing that."

She didn't speak.

For the first time, she actually looked surprised.

Then her lips curled into something unreadable.

And then she smiled.

A slow, dangerous, wicked fucking smile.

"And that's why I love you, baby," she whispered, stepping closer. "You're the only family I have."

Her fingers lifted, twisting in my hair, pulling me down just slightly just enough for me to feel her breath on my lips.

And then--she winked.

"And that's why I'm giving you the fruit you want."

My stomach plummeted.

Heat rushed through me so fast I thought I was going to collapse right then and there.

She pulled back too easily, like she hadn't just completely shattered my world.

And then, with that same wicked smirk, she turned toward the door.

"Well, Tommy," she purred, stretching her arms in a way that made the robe slip dangerously low, exposing the soft curve of her shoulder. "I'm going outside for a sunbath. If you need anything, just call me... or come find me there."

And then she left.

Leaving me standing there.

Breathing like a fucking idiot.

After a few minutes, I heard her voice again.

"Tomas, can you come here for a second?"

I paused. My fingers hovered over my laptop's keyboard, but my mind had already abandoned any attempt at job searching.

Her tone was soft, teasing, smooth as silk--the kind of voice that made my skin prickle.

I took a slow breath, then stood up and followed the sound of her voice.

As I stepped outside, the heat of the afternoon sun hit me first. Then, I saw her.

She was lying near the private pool, stretched out on a sun lounger, her body glistening under the golden light.

The bikini she wore? Tiny. Sinful. Unfair.

Deep emerald green, barely covering anything. Her skin shimmered with a golden tan, her legs long and smooth, one bent slightly, her toned stomach exposed, her curves dangerous in every possible way.

The walls around the pool were massive--no chance of anyone seeing her, not even the most dedicated paparazzi unless they had a drone or a helicopter.

This view? This moment?

It was for my eyes only.

She turned her head lazily, spotting me standing there like a damn fool, and then--she smiled.

A slow, taunting, knowing smile.

"You came fast, baby."

I swallowed, hard. "You... called me."

She stretched, arching her back just slightly, just enough to make the already-strained bikini top push against her chest, then sighed like she had all the time in the world.

"I need a favour."

I knew this wasn't going to be something simple.

My voice came out tighter than I wanted. "What kind of favour?"

She rolled onto her stomach, resting her chin on her arms, her legs stretched out, her ass curving up just right.

Then, she looked at me, eyes gleaming with pure mischief.

"My muscles are so tense," she sighed, stretching out. "I could use some strong hands... yours, perhaps?"

My heart slammed.

My throat went dry.

She sighed dramatically. "I think I fell asleep in the sun for too long. My back is all stiff. And well... nobody's here. So maybe you can help me?"

She said it so effortlessly, so casually, but there was nothing casual about this.

She knew exactly what she was doing.

I stared at her, my body betraying me, my pulse hammering like a fucking drum.

This was my chance.

To touch her.

To finally feel what I had only imagined.

I couldn't stand it anymore.

"Y-Yeah. Y-Yes. Of course. Why not, auntie Isadora?"

My voice cracked, and she definitely noticed.

Her lips curved into a slow, lazy smirk.

She lifted a hand, pointing toward a small tray beside the lounger.

"There's oil. Pick whichever one you like. They're all the best."

Then she put her hands behind her back and unfastened her bra. Then she placed her thumbs inside the top elastic of her panties and pulled them down lifting one leg at a time living me with the view of her totally naked body.

Then she opened her phone's front camera and turned around to look at herself in the selfie camera and said, "Tell me something, Tom... do you think I'm still desirable?" She bites her lip, waiting for my answer.

I gulped and said, "Yes...yes...yes... you are looking fucking hot."

I was looking at two large, round, firm breasts with lovely pink puffy nipples. Her pubes nestled at the base of her stomach above her mound and disappeared in between her nicely shaped legs. She placed her hands under her breasts and cupped them. Her hands moved down between her legs and rubbed her thighs before moving around her stomach.

I took 2 oil bottles and placed on the small table next to the lounge chair which she had adjusted to a bedlike structure.

Well, I'm not a professional masseur but I have seen quite a lot of massage videos.

As she was lying on the longue complete naked, I put the oil I put the oil dispenser into one of my pant pockets.

I gently pulled her arms up, guiding them until they were resting above her head, crossed at the wrists.

She let out a soft breath, her muscles shifting beneath my touch as she settled into the position.

"Comfortable?" I asked, my voice lower than usual.

She let out a lazy, satisfied hum. "Mmm... you're taking this so seriously, baby."

I tried to ignore the way my stomach tightened at that.

Shaking it off, I placed the heels of my hands against her shoulders, pressing down firmly as I began to rotate them, working into the tension there.

A slow exhale left her lips. "God... that feels good."

I bit the inside of my cheek. Focus. Just focus.

I moved my hands down the sides of her back, my palms gliding over her warm, sun-kissed skin, feeling the smooth curves as I worked my way lower.

"Mmm, your hands are strong," she mused, her voice dipping just slightly. "I could get used to this."

I swallowed, heat coiling at the base of my spine.

"I...uh... yeah. I mean, I can do this whenever you want," I blurted out before I could stop myself.

A soft chuckle. "Oh, sweetheart... careful what you offer."

My hands faltered for a split second before I pulled them back to the centre of her spine, pressing deep and moving in slow, steady rotations.

I continued for three... four full rotations, taking my time, trying to stay in control.

She shifted slightly, her back arching just a little.

And then she let out the softest, breathiest sigh.

I froze.

"Oh... that was nice," she purred. "Right there, baby. Just like that."

She was moaning slightly with each stoke.

Then I started massaging one of her buttock cheeks, pressing down hard, first pushing in and then pushing out opening her crack allowing me to see her butthole and top of her pussy.

I spread the oil that had pooled in the small of her back and moved it over her butt and continued pressing in, then out, opening, closing, allowing my fingers to get closer and closer to the centre but never quite touching.

More oil, then moving down to the underside of her soft ass and pressed up hard massaging the muscles. My hands were moving rapidly and never getting too close to her pussy.

After that, I placed my hand under her waist and lifted her sex holes up. I spread her knees apart and settled her down so she was comfortable.

I poured the oil over her ass and back and spread it all over her body, from feet to neck until her body was a sheen of glistening oil.

I placed my hands back in between her legs and continued the same pussy and clit massage as before but with one of my hands further backs so the fingers were now playing Celesta into and out of her pussy while the other continued making music on her clit.

"Mmm... yes... just like that," she gasped, her breath hitching, her body arching into my touch. "Don't stop, baby..." her moans were louder now as she had turned her head so she could see where I was. Her hand soon found my swollen cock under my pants and she grasped it tightly.

'Mmmmmmm... you have such a giant cucumber sweetheart." She whimpered seductively while closing her eyes and enjoying her moments.

I put one finger of each hand deep into her pussy and massaged her pussy inside, puling the pussy lips apart and pressing against the walls.

My fingers moved forward until they could go no deeper; then back out with the fingers inside her and on her clit; then back in again, out, in, out, in, faster and faster, harder and harder.

She whimpered, "Ahhhhhhhhh...faster...faster... ahhhhhhhhhh... more...faster...ahhhhhhhhhh."

She screamed, her wet orgasm wracked her body but I did not stop...only slowed down getting slower and slower as her body subsided and relaxed.

With my uncontrolled soaked cocked I said, "Auntie please turn over." She turned over and watching me with a naughty smile with a smirk and then close her eyes and said, "I'm all your baby."

Then I poured some oil over her breasts and stomach and massaged it all over while pinching her hard nipples as she started to moan, "Ahhhhhhhh...mmmmmmmmm...ohhhhhh...god...Tom...you are the best...mmmmmmmmmm" and, leaning over her so my cock was pressed against her head.

I leant forward, pushing my hands down over her stomach onto her thighs and then between her legs and rubbed her pussy. I moved my hands back up over her stomach and up to her shoulders.

Then again, kneading my fingers into her flesh forcing her nipple to jut up and out. I wrapped my hands around her breasts and squeezed hard and up until my fingers were crushing her nipple until it was almost flat.

"Ahhhhhhh...gooooood... pleaseeeee... more... moreeee... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.", She moaned "O My FUCKING GOD TOM...You are fucking good...please don't stop baby."

While I repeated this over and over again only occasionally stopping to squeeze her nipple only between my fingers.

While I was doing this, she was lifting her knees higher and opening her legs wider. I went in front of her sex holes and pressed a finger against her anus and with a little pressure watched my finger slowly slip in.

And she moaned a little with pleasure, "Ahhhhhhhh...mmmmmmmmmm."

She panted harder and harder in time with my finger slipping in and out of her anus. At the same my other fingers were playing with her pussy lips and clitoris, occasionally slipping into and out of her pussy. I kept this up, keeping the rhythm constant for a number of minutes until I felt her pleasure peaking again.

"Ahhhhhhh...ahhhhhhhhh...ahhhhhhhhhh...waaaaaaaaa...ohhhhhhhhhhh...yeahhhhhhh... ohhhhhhhh...yeahhhhhhhh...ahhh...ahhh...ahhhhh...mmmmmmm...fucccccccckkkkkkkkkkkk"

Her body was shuddering and little screams were escaping her lips, both getting wilder and wilder as my fingers were fucking both her holes, squeezing them together and apart.

"I am going to cum...I am going to cum...ahhhhhhhhhh...faster... faster...ahhhhhhhhhh," She was screaming like hell.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh... Ohhhhh...my...fucking...GOOOOOOOD...ahhhhhhhhhh... mmmmmmm."

Not long after her orgasm shot though her body and her pussy filled up and overflowed. Her love juice dribbled onto my hands.

I continued moving my fingers, gliding in and out, circling around her soaked, pulsing heat, feeling how her body responded to every motion.

Her hips bucked, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Ohhhhhhh... Tom... baby... d-don't stop..." she whimpered, her fingers gripping the sheets.