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2026-03-06 03:40:56
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Dirty Pretty Things: Short erotica collections Gangbanged by my husband's friends 2
Chapter TwoKatie's POV The door clicked shut behind Mike and Chris with a soft, final sound that sealed my fate. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat. I was still on all fours, Derek’s thick cock buried deep inside my dripping pussy, my body trembling from the sudden rush of exposure. Ryan stood beside the bed, his shaft glistening from my mouth, stroking himself slowly as he watched me.I had wanted only Ryan. Just one man. One secret thrill while Paul was gone for a few hours. Now four of my husband’s closest friends were in this dark guest room with me, and every single one of them was hard and staring like I was their next meal.My thin white tank top was bunched uselessly above my breasts, nipples stiff and aching. My tiny grey cotton shorts hung from one ankle like a forgotten surrender flag.Guilt twisted in my stomach. Paul was out fixing the mess I’d deliberately caused. He trusted me. And here I was… like this.But God, the heat between my legs betrayed m
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Chapter oneKatie's POV I don’t know if I can trust you with this, but I have a secret that’s been eating me alive. It isn’t something I’m proud of… but every time I remember it, my body betrays me. My thighs press together right now just thinking about it.It was supposed to be simple. Just one man. One of my husband’s friends – the one I’d been secretly craving for months.Paul had invited the guys over for a full day of college football. Derek, Mike, Chris, Ben, and the one I wanted most – Ryan. Tall, quiet, with those intense dark eyes and a body that looked like it was carved for sin. I’d caught him staring at me too many times to count, and I was tired of just imagining.So I created the perfect excuse.While Paul was getting dressed that morning, I “helped” him by bringing him a fresh cup of coffee… which I conveniently spilled all over his laptop. The one he needed for work. The screen went black instantly causing him to panic. He had a huge client presentation due Monday and
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Chapter 3Cheryl's POVI must have passed out hard.After that intense session, my body felt boneless. I barely remembered cleaning the dildo and tossing it back into the drawer before collapsing face-down on the sheets, still naked, a thin sheen of sweat cooling on my skin. The satisfied ache between my legs felt like a victory. For once, I’d made the noise. For once, I wasn’t the frustrated listener.Sleep took me fast and deep.It couldn’t have been more than an hour later when the familiar sounds dragged me back to consciousness.“Ahhh! Yes, Cal—fuck!”My eyes snapped open. The familiar rhythmic thumping was back, louder than usual, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of two different female voices moaning and gasping in chorus.Are you fucking kidding me?I lay there frozen for a second, listening. One girl was high-pitched and whiny, the other breathier, almost growling. Both of them were calling his name like he was some kind of sex deity.“Cal, baby, your cock feels so good…
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Chapter 2Cheryl's POVThe apartment was suspiciously quiet.It was a warm Thursday afternoon, sunlight slicing through my half-open blinds, and for the first time in over a week, the wall next door was completely silent. No thumping. No breathy “Ahh, Cal…” No headboard trying to punch through the drywall. But I knew he was home. I’d heard his deep voice earlier when he took a phone call on his balcony, that low timbre that always sent a stupid little shiver down my spine.Perfect.I’d gone dildo shopping like a woman on a mission two days ago and came back with exactly what I needed. I pulled the box from under my bed and unwrapped my new toy for the first time since I got it.And holy fuck, it didn't disappoint.It was massive. Almost twelve inches of realistic, veiny perfection. The skin-like silicone felt warm and soft to the touch, with a fat, bulbous head that flared out angrily and a thick shaft covered in raised veins that looked like they belonged on a real, throbbing cock. I
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Chapter 1Cheryl's POV “Fucking hell!” I groaned for the hundredth time tonight and rolled over, yanking the covers over my head like that would block out the noise. No such luck.It had been over a week since the new tenant moved into the apartment next door, and every single night had turned into this – a filthy soundtrack of rhythmic thumping, creaking bed springs, and way too much moaning.“Ahh– fuck, Cal… take it slow,” the woman cried out, her voice breathy and shameless through the thin wall. “You’re wrecking my pussy.”My thighs pressed together involuntarily. God damn it. I was supposed to be pissed off, not lying here soaked and aching while some lucky bitch got railed into next week.I squeezed my eyes shut, but that only made it worse. My mind started painting the scene I couldn’t see. I’d only caught glimpses of him in the hallway two days ago and Christ, I’d have to admit that he was a ridiculously hot bastard. Tall, broad-shouldered, with messy dark hair, sharp jawlin
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Chapter 10Belle's POV “Please, Sir,” I sob, my voice hoarse and desperate. “Please let me come. I’m yours… I’ll be so good for you.”Mr. Cane’s grip tightens on my throat, just enough to make my head fuzzy with pleasure as he fucks me harder from the side, deep and relentless. His breath is hot against my ear.“Then come for me, my little slut. Come all over my cock. Now.”The permission snaps the last thread of my control. The orgasm explodes through me like lightning. My entire body seizes up, pussy clenching and spasming violently around his thick length as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes over me. I scream, shaking uncontrollably, my vision going white at the edges. He keeps thrusting through every pulse, drawing it out until I’m a sobbing, trembling mess in his arms.When the last tremor finally fades, I’m boneless. Mr. Cane slows his movements, then gently pulls out, leaving me empty and leaking. He turns me onto my back and gathers me against his chest, stroking my
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