Semua Bab Heated Tales: A compilation of steamy stories: Bab 371 - Bab 380

Confession time. I crave power in every way a person can want it. And when I’m denied it for too long, something inside me starts to unravel.By day, I’m Andrea. I wear modest blouses, organize church events, and smile like I don’t have a single filthy thought in my head. I handle christenings, wedding bookings, and answer late-night calls for Father Thomas when one of the congregation has a crisis. I file papers and counsel couples like a woman with a calling.But that version of me? The quiet, dependable one? She’s just the mask I wear to survive.Because when the sun sets and I’m finally alone at home, I let my real self out. The one who doesn't ask. The one who doesn’t wait. The one who can make a grown man forget how to say no. That woman’s name is Cindy.If anyone at the church knew the truth, especially Father Thomas—they’d be stunned. The same woman who coordinates communion schedules and politely reminds volunteers about potluck signups spends her nights watching dominatrixes

Andrea Seduces the priest (3)Father Thomas was on his knees.Right there, between my legs, breathing in the scent of my pussy like it was incense. His nose was so close I could feel the warmth of his breath against my skin. And the way he looked at me—like I was both sacred and forbidden—nearly made me laugh.I slid the black vibrator deep inside me again, my open-crotch panties framing the whole filthy show just for him. The way his eyes twitched, I thought he might cum just from watching.“Look at you,” I whispered. “On your knees for me.”He glanced up. His mouth was parted, his face flushed, and there was awe in his eyes—like he couldn’t believe the woman he worked with every day, the polite assistant with the soft voice and buttoned-up blouse, was now a slut soaked in her own orgasm, using a vibrator right in front of him.Not Andrea. Not tonight.Tonight I was Cindy.My head tipped back. My thighs trembled. And then it hit me. A thick, crashing wave of orgasm slammed through my

Kiera's breath caught as the semi pulled up alongside their car. The truck’s cab loomed high, the driver’s window already rolled down. She glanced over and let out a shaky laugh.“He’s looking,” she said, voice trembling with undeniable arousal.Joe kept his eyes on the road, but his lips curled into a crooked smile.“Good. Let him.”Kiera’s blouse was already unbuttoned to her waist, and the seatbelt pushed her breasts together in a way that made them look obscene. Her nipples pressed boldly against the thin fabric of her bra.“This is so fucking insane,” she whispered, her voice breathy and tight.Joe’s eyes flicked over.“Then lose the blouse, baby. Let him see what’s mine.”She hesitated, her hands frozen over the buttons. But he knew her. Knew that nervous tension in her was already tipping toward arousal. She was wet. He was sure of it.“Do it,” he said, his tone darker now. “Take it off. Show him those perfect fucking tits I dream about every night.”Kiera whimpered, and then s

Disclaimer:All characters in this story are consenting adults aged 18 or older. The female character enjoys roleplay scenarios and may refer to the male character as "Daddy" as part of their mutually consensual dynamic. All sexual acts depicted are fully consensual and intended for adult audiences only.••••••••••Daniel came into Melanie's bedroom that evening wearing only his pants and boots. He strode into the room and closed the door behind him.Melanie looked up at him from her bed and greeted him sweetly, "Hi, Daddy!"She was stretched out, wearing her black lace open-breasted nightie and black thigh high stockings. She lay on her tummy, legs spread, and Daniel moved around the bed to stand where he could see the split of her thighs."Lovely. Please spread your legs, I'd like to see what you've been up to."Melanie gave a soft moan, buried her face in her pillow, and obediently opened her legs.Daniel gave a soft knowing chuckle. "Good girl. What a pretty, bare pussy. So smooth

Summary: It started with a question, just filthy talk between the sheets. But when Zoey flips the question back on her husband, teasing the idea of him not just watching, but joining in... something shifts.By the end of the weekend, Hilton isn’t just watching another man with his wife, he’s on his knees, with his lips wrapped around a cock for the very first time… and loving every second of it.This is the moment everything changes.******************** (Chapter 1)“Would you let another man fuck you if I asked?” Hilton’s voice was rough with need as he thrust into her slowly, eyes locked on Zoey’s flushed face beneath him.Zoey’s breath caught. She wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, grinding her hips up to meet him. “Only if you watched,” she whispered, her nails dragging down his back. “Would you want that? To see me take someone else’s big cock?”Hilton groaned, burying his face in her neck. “God, yes. A big one. I want to watch it stretch you open. Want to see your face