Filth Files (an erotic compilation)

~Nina My heart was beating out of my chest. I couldn't move. He had caught me, and the room was still screaming with the sound of the video. I waited for him to yell, but he didn't.Mason walked slowly toward the bed. He didn't look away for a second. He reached down and grabbed the hand I had hidden in my panties. I tried to pull away, but he was too strong. He lifted my hand and put my two fingers into his mouth.He sucked on them slowly, his eyes locked on mine. I felt the heat of his tongue and the pull of his lips. It was the most depraved thing I’d ever felt."You taste so good," he said, a dark smile playing on his face as he pulled my fingers out.I was speechless. I just stared at him, my breath hitching in my throat. This was my mother’s husband. This was wrong. But when he reached for the waistband of my shorts and started to pull them down, my body didn't fight him as hard as it should have.I resisted a little, my hands trembling against his chest. He didn't stop. He lea

Mason moved around the kitchen with a quiet confidence that made my stomach flip. Every little thing—the way he chopped vegetables, the way his muscles moved under his shirt—felt erotic. I wasn't hungry for the pasta he was making; I was hungry for him.He served the plates and sat down across from me. He was being so sweet, asking me how it tasted and even leaning over to feed me a bite from his own fork. His hand slid under the table, his fingers grazing my thigh. He hooked one finger under the edge of my booty shorts and pulled them aside. His eyes darkened as he realized the truth."You're a bad girl, Nina," he whispered, his voice dropping into that dangerous growl. "Going around the house with no panties on while I'm here?""What are you doing?" I gasped, but I didn't pull away.He didn't answer. He just slid two fingers inside me, finding me already wet and ready. I let out a loud, shaky moan, my head dropping back as he began to pump his hand rhythmically. I was lost in the f

~Bianca I knew the rumors about the "Varsity Tax," but I never thought I’d be the one paying it.It started three weeks ago when I was failing Ethics. Miller, the star quarterback, offered me his "private study guides." He was the golden boy; white and privileged with eyes that saw right through my clothes. He helped me pass, but he made it clear the favor wasn't free. It seemed like he could smell the desire all over me during our study sessions. I wonder how I managed to learn anything when all I could think about what all the veil things I wanted him to do to me. Then came Jax and Dante. They most feared defensive ends on the coast. They’re massive, dark-skinned, and carry themselves like they own every inch of this campus. And what was even better was, they were twins. They told me if I wanted to keep my spot on the cheer squad and keep my grades up, I had to show some "team spirit." Tonight was the night.The stadium was dead silent at 11:00 PM. I left home telling my parent

~Bianca I was certain my heart had stopped."Shit," Jax hissed, though he didn't pull out. If anything, he gripped my hip tighter, his thumb digging into my skin.The grounds manager, a middle-aged man named Mr. Henderson, stood paralyzed near the sideline. Miller slowly removed his cock from my mouth and I was finally able to breath again. He stood up fully exposed and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand."Henderson," Miller called out. "Go back to the office. Forget you saw anything, and there’s a signed jersey and a stack of money waiting for you in the morning. Or, stay and lose your pension for 'harassing' students. Your call."The manager’s throat bobbed. He looked at me, and then back at Miller. Without a word, he turned, grabbed his flashlight, and scurried back into the dark of the tunnels without turning off the stadium lights. "Now," Miller turned back to me with a predatory grin. "He gave us an audience, B. I think that deserves a little extra effort on your pa

~MaddyI traced my cleavage slowly, watching the way Professor Wilson’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head. The tension in the room was thick enough to choke on; I knew he wanted me just as bad as I wanted him. He finally stood up from his chair, his tall, powerful frame looming over me as he walked toward me. My heart hammered against my ribs—I was expecting his hands to be on me immediately, to rip my blouse open and claim what he'd been staring at all morning.Instead, he walked right past me toward the door. I stood there with my pussy throbbing and soaking wet with arousal. He didn't just lock it, he swung the door wide open."Get out, Maddy," he said calmy. "Leave my office before I have you expelled."I felt a surge of genuine shock. I started to open my mouth to protest when the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway. A member of the faculty was walking right past his open door.Panicked, Wilson grabbed my arm, his grip firm and desperate, and yanked me back into the shad