All Chapters of Heated Tales: A compilation of steamy stories: Chapter 351 - Chapter 360

Threesome with my neighbours (4)Her hand tangled in my hair, shoving me down until my mouth was buried at the base of Doug’s cock. I worked his balls with my tongue, lapping and sucking while they moved above me in a wild, desperate rhythm. The taste of sweat, skin, and anticipation flooded my mouth as Doug’s groans grew deeper, his body trembling beneath Jennifer’s relentless pace. I could feel him getting close—his cock pulsing, balls drawing up tight.I moaned around his sac, the vibrations sending a jolt through him just as his orgasm took over. His body jerked violently, a deep growl ripping from his throat as he emptied himself into Jennifer’s dripping pussy. She didn’t stop riding. If anything, she fucked him harder, milking every last drop as he bucked beneath her, caught in that beautiful, torturous sensitivity that followed a hard climax. Doug winced and grunted, his hips twitching while thick streams of cum leaked out around his cock.I started to lift my head, thinking it

Group Sex On The Balcony (2)I undid the guy’s zipper and pulled his cock out.It felt strange. having people watch me like this. It was average, not nearly as thick or long as Bob’s, so it looked smaller to me. Still, I slowly lowered my head and took the tip into my mouth. Pre-cum coated my tongue. I loved that taste. I loved cum! Yes, I was such a nasty cum slut!I loved having it on my skin, in my mouth, my pussy, my ass. I loved everything about it.Fuckkk!I started sucking on his cock, slowly at first. Then with more purpose as I heard him moan softly. I could feel myself purring, and I could feel myself getting wet again. I had to prove myself to these men. If Bob said I was good, I needed to show it. Bob leaned forward.“Best blowjob you’ve had?” he asked the guy.The guy groaned. “Yeah. Hell yeah. Your wife is a…”Bob chuckled. “Slut.” A thrill shot through me. “I told you.” Bob continued with pride. “My little cumslut is a great cocksucker.”The way he said it—my littl

Angelica was a walking temptation. She was curvy, confident, and all woman. Her skin gleamed like warm caramel, soft to the touch and flawless under any light. Her kinky auburn coils framed her face in a wild halo, complementing the sultry gaze of her big brown bedroom eyes. She had Full, pouty lips completed the package—and God, what a package. Her body was thick in all the right places: juicy, round ass that turned heads, full hips, thick thighs, a tiny waist, and breasts so bodacious they looked like they had their own gravitational pull. Angelica wasn’t just beautiful. She was brilliant, a woman with a sharp mind and the discipline to match her desires.But lately, discipline didn’t do much to ease her loneliness. Or her cravings.She hadn't been touched in far too long. One-night stands weren’t her style, no matter how many times her hormones begged her to reconsider. But tonight? Tonight she couldn’t fight it. The loneliness, the ache between her thighs, the weight of wanting—it

The night I kissed another girl (2)She slipped her panties down her thighs, and for a moment, we just stared at each other, breathless. There was no going back from this."Are you sure about this?" I asked, my voice low and hoarse as I ran a hand over her trembling thigh.Rachel hesitated for half a second, her chest rising and falling quickly. "I've never done this before," she murmured. "Not with a woman.""I know," I said, inching closer. "But I want you. So badly."“I’ve wanted this too,” she admitted, voice barely a whisper. “I didn’t know how much until now.”I leaned in and kissed her, slow and deep, and she melted into it. Our mouths moved like we’d been waiting our whole lives for this. Her hands clutched at my back as mine roamed her body, pulling at the last barriers between us. The tiny pieces of clothing we had left were gone in seconds. I slid her panties down fully and tossed them aside, and the second I did, I was hit with her scent. It was sweet, heady, and completel

Sex With The Babysitter (1)I never planned on getting involved with a married man, especially one like Silas. His sleeves were rolled just enough to show strong forearms, and that kind of man always came with problems. I had already dealt with too many.I was working two jobs and running on caffeine, barely staying afloat. One of those jobs was at Hot Chickens & Co., a greasy little chicken shop that always reeked of oil and smoke. That’s where I first saw Mr. Silas. Though back then, he was just the quiet man who always ordered the same thing: spicy tenders, no pickles, large sweet tea.He tipped generously, and always smiled like he had secrets. He also stared at me. It wasn't creepy, Just long enough to make me feel like he saw past the apron, past the tired eyes, and into the girl I used to be before life got hard.“Is your shift always this long?” he asked one night, leaning casually against the counter. A lazy smirk danced on his lips, like he already knew the answer but want