All Chapters of Sinful Lust Stories: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

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Good little slut II

The audience went wild at the sight of the slutty girl cumming a second time. Despite shuddering and convulsing from cumming, Molly's hands clutched Dave’s thighs, dragging his cock back into her mouth, desperate for more. Dave nearly lost it at the sight. “Greedy little slut!" Her muffled moan of agreement sent another hot pulse shooting through him. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to pull back before he came. "Stop," the producers ordered, and both of them groaned. "What? Please, I need..." Molly trailed off. She needed more time with his cock, and preferably it would end with him spilling deep in her throat. "We'll move to the next audition. Go get cleaned up, Molly." She groaned, still horny as she dragged herself off the toy. She had been assigned a team

Good little slut III

The cuffs had barely been undone before Molly shoved her arms free, yanking the gag out of her mouth. Her chest heaved, sweat dripping down her cleavage, and her nipples red from the clamps. Her thighs were still slick with her juices. And then she snapped. “You fucking bastards,” she screamed. “You think I’m leaving like this? After everything you’ve done, after you teased me like this? Fuck you! I’m not walking out without some cock inside me!” The crowd roared, half in shock, half in lust at the blatant way she asked for it, but Molly didn't give a shit. The grins in the producer's face told her this was what they had wanted. “I want it now," Molly spat and pointed at the men on stage. “One of you, get your cock out! I’ll suck it! And someone else better be behind me by the time I’m on my knees, because I&r

Cum for me Poppy I

Ethan wasn’t supposed to be home this early. The meeting had been endless, yet they stopped by four, and he had wasted two more hours at a bar, trying to waste time and perhaps forget the redhead nanny in his home. After what happened in the bathroom, he had felt ashamed of himself and reminded him of all the reasons why he shouldn't fuck Poppy, despite badly wanting to. All the frustration and aching need hit him when he walked into his home and saw her. Poppy was curled on the sofa in a loose cardigan and shorts, reading. Eric must have fallen asleep, and Ethan hoped his son had because he was getting mesmerised by her long, sexy legs and the way her hair spilt down her shoulders, soft, messy. His cock lurched when he saw the swell of her breasts through her top and remembered how deliciously naked they had looked. The look on her face was his undoing. He

Cum for me Poppy II

Eric was asleep, and Ethan stood by the doorway trying to steady himself. He had practically fucked her on the couch like a madman, but then Eric woke up, and he couldn't have her anymore. His son was important. But it only made him yearn so badly for her. Fuck, Poppy probably hadn't realised he was an insatiable bastard yet, and she would run for the hills when she learned of his dirty desires. She walked out of Eric's room, and he held his breath until she closed the door. Her eyes met his, sucker punching him in the gut with that seductive look. "Hey," She whispered, and that word was enough to set his cock ablaze. He held up his silk tie. “Give me your wrists.” For a moment, she hesitated. Then, shyly, she lifted her hands. The second she did, he bound her wrists together, firm

Sex diary IV

Thursday 2:16pm Whoo! Today was crazy. I skipped school today. I know I couldn't, Mom would probably kill me, but I had a better subject to study, Mr. Martinez. I thought he was gonna drag me to his bed and rail me like a caveman. Instead? He made me sit in a chair like some bad student. I swear, what is it with men and chairs? I had gone over to his place to be punished, and instead, he just sat me down and stayed with me for like forever. Well, I'll admit it worked because the more I sat there before the tall man with the stern look on his face, the wetter I got. Then he started talking, and the floodgates opened. "You like spreading your legs for my son and his idiot friends?” Excuse me? My whole face went red, but my pussy clenched so hard, I almost started humping the chair. Mr Martinez may have th

Sex diary V

So apparently… Mr. Martinez has a briefcase.Like, not for paperwork. Not for business trips. No. A kinky bastard’s briefcase. He set it on the coffee table, clicked it open, and inside was a whole damn tool kit of things that could either kill me or make me come so hard I blacked out. I would choose the latter any day. He pushed me over the sofa, on my back. Then pulled out the rope first and tied me tighter than before with my wrists above my head, ankles pulled wide so I couldn’t squirm. I was displayed. His word, not mine. Then came the clamps. They were shiny, wicked little things with teeth. He pinched my nipple between his fingers, rolled it, tugged it, until I gasped, then snapped the clamp on. I almost screamed. Pain shot straight through me, and I almost fell off the damned sofa. I thought nipple clamps were gentle. Ch

Sex diary VI

Friday, 9:10 am Last night was crazy. I snuck into Dean’s room like some desperate nympho (which, okay, I am). I wore just a robe. Nothing underneath because I just wanted to be shoved down and fucked, no need to waste time, dammit. We didn’t even say “hi.” He dragged me into the bed, kissed me like he wanted to swallow me whole, and immediately shoved his hands under the robe, straight for my boobs. Dean swears by them at this rate. “God, Celeste,” he groaned, kneading like they were stress balls. “I swear I can’t stop touching these.” I laughed and couldn't resist taunting him. He laughed that much at leaving me horny. “You act like you bought them.” “They’re mine,” he shot back, already pushing me flat on the

Sex diary VII

When he finally came up for air, my thighs were shaking, the sheets were soaked, and Dean looked like a sinner who’d just found religion. Pussy Religion. Oh gosh, I can't imagine showing this diary to pastor John back in Sunday school; he'll call me possessed in every way. Oh, where was I? Right, Dean eating the hell out of my cunt, his chin was shining with my juices, his hair sticking up where I’d been pulling it, and his eyes… God, his eyes were wild. “You taste better than anything I’ve ever had,” he told me. I scoffed. “Like you’ve eaten so many girls before.” His jaw tightened. “No. Just you.” Do you know what that does to a girl? To know you’re the first and the only one who utterly corrupted our school's beloved nerd? I nearly melted right there. B

Sex diary VIII

Mr Martinez growled, grabbed my chin so hard I thought my jaw would crack, and hissed, “You want to be punished for spreading your legs, little girl? Is that what you came for?” So, naturally, I rolled my eyes and snapped, “All you do is talk, old man. Show me your cock already.” Yeah. That might’ve been a mistake. Hehe. But I was so done with him trying to warn me away from him that I just needed him fuck me already! Next thing I know, I’m on my knees on the goddamn pavement. He’s got my hair wrapped in his fist, jerking my head back while I try not to moan at how good it feels. Gosh, I never knew I was a masochist until I met this arrogant man. He leaned down, with that sexy gravel voice of his, and whispered filthy things in my ear, stuff about how I’m nothing but a spoiled little whore begging for a man twice my age to ruin

Sex diary IX

Just when I thought I was gonna die from cock-starvation, he finally stopped dragging that monster across my cheeks. He grabbed my chin, hard, fingers digging into my jaw until I squeaked. I forced my head back and eyes up to his. “You want it?” he asked, cock heavy and gleaming right in front of my lips. I nodded like some desperate little bobblehead. “Yes, please.” He slapped my cheek with the head and it was wet and stinging. “No. Words don’t matter. Obedience does.” My thighs clenched. I would’ve barked like a dog if he asked. Thank God, he didn't. “Open,” he finally ordered. And I swear, diary, my mouth sprang open so fast I nearly unhinged my jaw. But did he slide it in? Of course not. He hovered, just out of reach,

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