เข้าสู่ระบบIt was the permission, the shared secret, that undid her. The orgasm ripped through her, silent and violent. Her mouth opened in a soundless cry, her body clamping down on his fingers as waves of pleasure radiated out from where he touched her, deeper and more consuming than the one in the doctor’s office. This one was stolen and dirty.As she shuddered against him, he slowly withdrew his fingers and brought them to his mouth. With his eyes locked on hers, he sucked them clean. Her breath hitched because it was the most intimate thing she’d ever seen.“Good girl,” he said in a thick voice. His hands went to the waistband of his swim trunks. He pushed them down, just enough for his cock to spring free. He didn’t guide it to her. He just held himself, pressing the hot, silken tip against her trembling inner thigh, painting a wet line on her skin. “Now we’re even.”He didn’t wait for her to process the words. His hands slid under her thighs, and he lifted her away from the wall and the c
The orgasm built faster this time. It felt like a coil pulled taut by her own desperate need. It wasn’t the shocking, forced peak he’d wrung from her. This was darker and deeper, like a surrender to the hunger he’d unlocked. She came with a choked cry, her body bowing off the table, and her fingers working furiously through the convulsions. Pleasure radiated out in hot waves, leaving her trembling and empty and somehow even more hollow than before. She went limp, her hand falling away, sticky and spent. She stared at the acoustic tiles, her chest heaving. The ache was still there. She wasn't sated. Her pussy wanted something, and it freaking wasn't her fingers. Frustrated, she pushed herself up, and every muscle protested. She swung her legs over the side of the table and stood, holding the edge of the table for balance. Her clothes were folded on the chair, and she reached for them. The ordinary fabric felt alien against her skin as she dressed. The denim was rough against her t
The stirrups’ cold chrome pressed against her inner thighs, and the paper sheet rasped with every tiny, involuntary shift she made. The antiseptic air smelled sharp and clean, unlike most hospitals. Mirabel stared at the tiles, counting the perforated dots and trying to anchor herself in the room. She had her hands clenched at her sides with her knuckles white against the crinkling paper.Dr Kielan's gloved fingers were warm as they parted her pussy. His touch was firm and professional. “Just assessing tissue response,” he said, but his thumb circled her clit with a precision that had nothing to do with medicine.Heat flooded Mirabel. The shocking pulse between her legs stole her breath. She squeezed her eyes shut, but the sensations were louder than her thoughts. “Very responsive,” he noted.His voice had a rough edge beneath the professionalism. His finger slid deeper, testing an invasion that made her muscles tense, then yield. Her hips jerked off the table, and a soft, helpless
In the mirror, she watched his fingers working her. They then parted her pussy and slid through her wetness. Her hips shifted involuntarily, and he pressed deeper, a second finger joining the first.She let out a curse at the feeling as her pussy gripped his fingers. Her breath was coming shorter now, her chest rising and falling in the mirror, her nipples tight against the cold air.He withdrew his fingers, and she felt the head of his cock replace them, pressing against her entrance, and she braced for him to push in, but he didn't. He held there, just at the edge.“Tell me what you want,” he said.She stared at her reflection. At the woman in the mirror with the parted lips and the desperate eyes, the woman who was arching back against a man who hadn't even paid for her services, yet was about to fuck her like the whore she was.“It's either you tell me,” he whispered. “Or we stay here all night.”“I want—” Her voice caught, and she swallowed. “I want you inside me.”“That's not wh
Ray's tongue moved again, slower now, lapping at the wetness on Lilith's skin. The taste was different from what she'd expected. It was salty and something else, something she couldn't name. She pressed deeper, not because she was being told to, but because the taste was changing, becoming something she wanted to understand.She felt Lilith shudder above her, oversensitive, and heard the man's low laugh.“I think she likes it,” he said. “I think your little friend enjoys eating pussy.”Ray pulled back, with her lips wet and her chin slick. She looked up at Lilith, whose green eyes were glassy and unreadable, before she looked at the man, who was watching her with a new interest.From across the bar, a chair scraped against the floor. Ray turned her head without thinking. The sound had come from the table by the window. A man she couldn't recognise, since he now had his back to them, had just gotten up from his desk.The man at table seven followed her look. His hand stilled between Li
She kept her eyes on his. His pupils were blown wide, the brown nearly swallowed by black. His breath came shorter now. He pushed a second finger into her, and her cunt gripped him automatically. Somewhere in the background, Tessa's low laugh cut through the bar noise, followed by the wet sound of a mouth on skin. Tessa was the blow job bitch. None of the other ladies held a candle to her when it came to satisfying men with her mouth. She was just good at what she does.“Tell me,” the man said. “Tell me what you're for.”Ray looked at him for a few seconds before she parted her lips. “I'm here for your pleasure,” she said, words she always repeated each night. “Whatever you want. That's what I'm for.”He smiled. “Good girl.” He withdrew his hand and brought his fingers to his mouth. He licked them clean while holding her gaze. “I want you to finish what you came here to do,” he said, nodding at the untouched whiskey glasses. “Serve the drinks, and then I want you to bring your friend
He looked up at her from between her thighs, his dark eyes gleaming when he felt her freeze. “That's what you are, Mara. My sister. My leaking, desperate sister.” He lowered his mouth again, his tongue flicking her clit once, twice, making her jolt. “Say it.”She shook her head, tears spilling ane
He ate her like a man starved. Like she was the first meal he'd had in years. His tongue traced every fold, every sensitive ridge, and circled her clit before sucking it between his lips. His beard scratched her inner thighs, and she felt the heat building low in her belly, coiling tighter with eve
Finally, he pulled back. Her breast slipped from his mouth with a wet sound, both nipples now red, glistening, and spent, but still eager to feel the mouth on them. A thin trickle of milk ran down the curve of her breast, and Matt chased it with his tongue, lapping to clean her. His eyes were gla
A/NThese are collections of erotic shorts, each accompanied by a brief backstory. Each story differs from the other. They are just collections, and each story will have at least 3 chaptersHAPPY READING!TAKING HIS LACTATING STEPSISTERThe baby finally slept after a long day of constant crying.







