All Chapters of Sinful Lust Stories: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

 The office was quiet and empty except for the two of them.  Marc and Jessa were enemies before everyone else at the office, always ranting and yelling at each other. But in private, while everyone went on their lunch break, they were a horny couple going at it like crazy.   Marc pressed Jessa against the wall of the supply closet, his hands gripping her waist and pushing her skirt up but the material wouldn't budge.   "Why did you wear such a tight skirt?" He groaned, trying to tug it up.   "Just rip it at the sides, I'll sew it later," Jessa moaned, rocking against him hungrily. She could feel the hard length of his cock pressing against her stomach, already straining with need.  With a grunt, he ripped it at a seam and they both moaned in relief when he pulled it up and pushed his hands immediately into her panties. &nb

 Tara had been curious about her roommate, Gordon ever since that day she caught him jerking off in her panties. Ever since then, the memory of his cock wrapped in her panties had consumed her. She couldn’t stop thinking about him. He was a nerdy guy and looked rather sexy for a nerd. She had been shocked to see him rutting into her panties that day and he had looked so mortified, she thought he would pass out from embarrassment.   He avoided her like the plague since then but Tara couldn't stop imagining his huge, throbbing shaft pressed against her. So when a package arrived at their apartment for Gordon, she immediately opened it.  Inside was a realistic sex toy. It was a silicone female torso that was perfectly molded with a pussy and ass that looked disturbingly real. She gasped as she ran her fingers over it. The material was soft, pliant, and… disturbingly arousing. Christ, Gordon was ordering

  Arabella stormed out of the river, water dripping down her curves. She was trembling from the ache between her thighs. That strange man had touched her and she had loved it.   Her nipples were still stiff, her pussy still slick with need. But she refused to let him think he had power over her, so she swam away. Only later, when she looked back and found the riverbank empty, did the regret creep in. She had expected him to follow her and at least try to explain himself but he hadn’t. Arabella dressed quickly, cheeks hot with shame. By night, she wished she hadn’t snapped and had let him touch her longer. The next morning, her friend dragged her through the bustling city streets, yapping about a new fisherman at the market, who was new and hot as sin.  Arabella had rolled her eyes, until she did see him.

 STEVE'S POV  I found Ally on the back porch of her home, sitting alone with a half-empty glass of wine. Ally, Mrs. Thompson to everyone else, but in my head she had always just been Ally was my best friend’s mom. And the first woman I had craved like a mad man. I shouldn't even be at her home. It was summer, I was home from college and thought I could drop by to see Evan.  Okay that's partly a lie, I also came just so I could see her too.   She didn’t notice me at first so I took my time taking in her beauty. And God, she was beautiful. There was a word my professor had used when describing a particular Greek heroine, Ethereal. That was the word that came to mind whenever I saw Ally. How did someone so soft and dainty give birth to a jackass like Evan? Or even end up with a brute like Thompson. I had been over at Thur place a couple of times before going

 The massage studio was quiet. There was some quiet instrumental music playing.  Mara hadn’t wanted to come here. It was her husband’s idea though. He booked her a deep tissue session to “relieve her stress.” But she knew it was because she had complained that he was always late, always busy, and always handing her off to someone else. Like how he just handed her off to the massage studio.   She lay face down on the table, her blouse folded neatly on a chair, and her bra was unclasped under the towel. She felt exposed already with bare back.  The door clicked open. She lifted her head, expecting the middle-aged woman she usually saw here, but instead, a man walked in, and he did not look like he was supposed to be working in a massage. He should be a model instead, she thought, shivering when his dark eyes moved over her back.