บททั้งหมดของ Heated Tales: A compilation of steamy stories: บทที่ 201 - บทที่ 210

One day, My sister, who was also a cheerleader, stormed into my room while I was in my bed, on my laptop watching, ironically, cheerleader p**n, and jerking off."Oh shit, wrong room." She exclaimed. I gasped, dîck in hand, completely humiliated to be caught jerking off, "Get out!" "Oh shit," she laughed, clearly quite drunk but realizing what I was doing. After a pause, she added, looking at my fully erect dîck, and smiling, "Nice package you've been hiding, little brother." I was only three minutes younger than her. Although we were twins we are complete opposites. She had the looks; I got the brains. She was a bitch, I was a nice guy. I repeated my demand, as I hid my raging hard on, behind my computer "Get out." "Oh, I've seen many dicks before," she quipped."Well, I don't care to know that," I shot back."What ya watching?" she asked, moving closer to me. "Anime p**n?""Just leave," I demanded, still mortified to be caught in such a compromising position. She grabbed my

Cheerleader slut (3)The last picture was Janice's. Her butt was not too big or small, not fat or skinny, was enticing... an example of what simple beauty is, not the fake generic anorexic look showcased by today's models.I pondered whom I would fûck if given the chance. Oh, I would definitely date Janice if the option was there, but in regards to fûcking and losing my virginity... well that wasn't as black and white (pun intended). I stared at their asses like I was at the Louvre trying to decide which my favourite was: the La Grande Odalisque painting or the Sleeping Hermaphrodites sculpture; as well as my biggest disappointment, the Akhenaten which didn't live up to my expectations. Well, I went to France on my grade 11 travel tour. I couldn't pick a favorite, each painting, each sculpture being so symbolic and distinct on its own, defining a time in history. I couldn't choose between two completely different women, although I compared Sophia to the Akhenaten, a little disappoi

Cheerleader Slut- (5)"I did not," she said, before adding, clearly still annoyed I gave her a facial, "fuck, I hate cûm.""You'd rather I fill your mouth next time?" I asked."There won't be a next time," she defiantly said.I laughed, moving to her, "Oh, Samantha, let's not pretend you can resist this.""Yes, Eddie, just show your dîck to a girl and she will become your slut," she sarcastically responded, although she did indeed glance down at it once again."Actually, that is exactly what I am assuming," I nodded, again standing directly in front of her."You're just like the rest of them," she said, tears suddenly forming in her eyes as she shifted from defiant and angry to emotional and vulnerable."No, I'm not," I shook my head, suddenly feeling guilty for taking advantage of her when she was at her most vulnerable.Tears began streaming down her face, something I had never saw from her before, as she babbled, "They fûcking cheated on me.""I know," I said, pulling her in for a

I had been working in the hotel bar for about a year when this unfolded. I’d always had a huge crush on one of the receptionists, Nina. Although she usually smiled when I spoke to her during the rare moments our breaks overlapped, I hadn’t pursued anything. I didn’t want a work relationship to turn awkward. Nina was from Spain—a tanned, dark-haired, gorgeous woman about my age. This all went back to a Friday night and what we saw and guessed. I was working a long shift in the bar, starting at 4 p.m. About an hour into my shift, a couple walked in. My attention went to the wife first—she was stunning, and her sports bra top naturally drew the eye. I refocused instantly and welcomed them both to the bar. As they approached, I noticed they were clearly married. It looked like one of those romantic Friday night getaways I’d seen many times.The man ordered drinks, and while I prepared them, the wife moved to sit on a lounge chair. She was dressed head-to-toe in sportswear, and her L

A hotel gangbang gets the staff horny too. (3)I was taken aback by the gorgeous woman in front of me, her directness, and now the kinky request. I did as she asked.A whispered, husky voice that I barely recognized came from Nina. “You can use me any way you want. All of me is available to you. Nothing is off-limits. I’m so hórny after what we’ve seen happen and what that wife might still be enjoying.”I looked around the room, taking in the double bed, a dresser, and a stool. There was a thin rope on the dresser, possibly Hessian. I asked, “Anything?”“Anything, but I won’t leave this room. And, for clarity, it’s just the two of us,” she said with a sly grin.We both giggled, and I admitted, “I forgot to bring wine.”Nina tutted in mock disappointment, but I decided to seize the moment. I knocked the bra straps off her shoulders, sat her on the stool, and started wrapping the rope around her upper body, trapping her arms.She tensed at first as the rope grazed her skin but soon rela