All Chapters of Sinful Lust Stories: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

 Ali scrambled back when he saw that he had been caught. Shit he hadn't wanted to be seen. The heat had been crazy on him, too. He had been at his post, trying to jerk off as discreetly as he could under his skirt, but it got too much and he needed to cum so bad.    Fucking anyone on duty was prohibited. Fucking the Alpha King's favorite sex slave was more than prohibited. It was madness, so when he saw her door open and the smell of sweet inviting sex reeled him in, he was shocked to see her pussy getting devoured by Mino, his senior guard while the consort sucked on his cock.   And what a beautiful pussy she had.    Ali had thought about walking away but then Mino began thrusting his tongue in Fenny's pussy and his cock ached so bad. He began stroking under his skirt at the sight, covering his mouth to hide his moans of pleasure. Now he berated himself for that. He should have

 Alyssa got a job at a high-end Massage spa, where appointments are booked weeks in advance. She'd been working there for months now, and she didn't regret applying for the job. Clients arrive every day in sleek cars and expensive designer clothes.  Being one of the best workers who worked in the spa company meant she was among the most requested therapists. That was how skilled she was. Alyssa did her job with such sensuality that kept her clients returning. On a Saturday evening, a new client was assigned to her. He was tall, broad-shouldered and had the sexiest grey eyes she had ever seen. A glance at him made her heart beat faster as soon as he walked through the door. Looking at the file, Alyssa noticed he booked a deep tissue session.  “Hello, I'm Alyssa-” “Just get it over with, please. I need to unwind. I had a rough week." He spoke wit

 “There’s a fresh sheet on the bed and an empty closet!” Sasha's stepmother called behind her as she walked into the room. Sasha smiled taking in the place. It was not bad. Her stepfather was doing quite well if he could afford a place like this. She dropped her bag on the floor. She then walked towards the window, pulled the curtain, and looked out. There was a big swimming pool in the backyard, blue and clear in the afternoon sun. She noticed a tall figure climbing out of the pool while water cascaded down his bronze-coloured skin.  He used a towel to rub his hair, while the swim trunk he had worn hung low on his hips, revealing a V-shaped line below his abs. Oh damn, Sasha thought, licking her lips. Who is he? Clara, her mother, had left after showing her to her room. But it turned out he was her step-brother, James, and all the fantasies she had about him turne

 I hadn’t planned to open the door wearing just a tank top and little shorts — but here we were.The doorbell rang again. I tugged the hem of my top, heart jumping, and peeked through the peephole. Of course. It was Ethan. My neighbour. Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Smirk himself. We’d lived next door to each other for six months, and every interaction was a dance of teasing and sparks. He was a little older, maybe twenty-seven, with that kind of cocky grin that made you want to slap him and kiss him all at once. I opened the door, trying to look casual.“Hey,” I said, brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Need something?” He leaned against the doorframe, his white T-shirt hugging his chest, dark hair messy like he’d just run a hand through it. “Yeah, I-uh—” His gaze dropped briefly, lingering on my bare legs.

 It was already past midnight when Evelyn Lane, a woman in her thirties, stood by her window, looking at the city skyline. The house was bright, but not until she pulled the curtains. She pulled off her heels before walking towards the bedroom. She was tired; she had a very long day. She opened the door slowly as she got to the entrance of her room. The first thing she did when she got to the room was stare at her corporate pants and silk blouse in the mirror. She had to put on dresses like that every day to impress her clients. One could tell she had it all: beauty, intelligence, and success, yet she returned to her quiet home every night, feeling alone as ever.    She had lost her husband, had no kids, and she didn't remarry after that. She still looked so young in her thirties. Young guys kept asking her for dates, but she settled for Edward. He was decent in bed, but she wasn't getting enough.