All Chapters of Dirty Little Secrets(Erotic Short Stories): Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Kira.Seb groans when I shift on top of him with his cock buried deep inside me. His hands hold my hips tightly as he guides me.He also uses it to keep me upright as my body trembles from overstimulation. I can still feel Trevor’s cum dripping out of my pussy.It's sticky and warm, which makes every downward thrust slicker than the last.Behind me, Dylan's fingers trace the curve of my spine, slow and deliberate. He leans in, and I feel his hot breath against the nape of my neck.“You still good, princess?”I nod, too breathless to speak. But that’s not enough for him.“Use your words.”“Yes,” I pant. “God, yes. I want it. I want you.”“That's my girl,” he murmurs, kissing between my shoulder blades before sitting back on his heels.I hear the soft pop of a bottle opening, and then I feel the cool press of lube against my skin.His fingers are gentle as they spread it over my rim. He is extremely patient as he works it in with slow circling motions.“Tell me if it gets too much for y

Going to school everyday became something I looked forward too every day after that and my break times were spent, in the private teacher bathrooms,behind the bleachers and the janitors closet,every steamy moment got me thinking of the next one, my legs shaking and my clit throbbing as I walked back to my class, zoning out in class,clutching my thighs together,trying to calm my horny self,smiling to myself thinking of her red my ass was as I sit in my chair,and the pain stings through my body.I placed my books in my locker,when I saw something in the middle of it,it was in a white envelope,I slowly opened it and pulled out a picture of me being fucked from behind,my eyes rolled to the back of my head,my uniform shirt open and my breast fully out of shirt,my skirt bundled around my waist,my legs spread apart my back arched so well,it didn’t look like it was the janitor that took that picture,my eyes widened with fear,I turned the back of the picture and saw a note “ check the other e

The principal calling me over the school speakers during lunch time,sent a shiver down my spine, I hurriedly stood up from the cafeteria and briskly walked to his office , ignoring the “ ouus” and “ahhs” of other students who thought I was in trouble,before my hands could touch the door, it flung open and he pulled me in and pushed me against his desk,His mouth claimed mine with a kind of hunger I hadn’t expected, controlled but urgent, like he’d been thinking about this far too long. Maybe we both had. My back arched instinctively as he leaned over me, pressing me down against the cool, hard surface of his desk. Papers crinkled beneath me, some fluttering to the floor. I barely noticed. His hands were on my thighs, spreading them wider as he stepped closer, fitting himself between them like he belonged there. His lips trailed down my jaw, slow and deliberate, until they reached the place just below my ear. “You drive me insane,” he whispered.” I hate to share..”. “I know,” I brea

"fuck Stacy...fuck my ass with your fat ass cock" i begged, ugly crying as Stacy plunged ferociously into me. "Keep it down..you fucking slut we are at your wife's burial" she whispered in my ear and stuffed her underwear in my mouth. She gripped my hips harder and held me in place ,giving me harder strokes. I felt the 8 inches fat black dildo inside me, my walls closed tightly around it,i had orgasmed twice already my dick still dripping with white thready liquid, my thighs soaked, my breath out of place, and not once did my mind register my actual grief. In my hand was a controller to the vibrator inserted in Stacy, increasing steadily as I neared my third orgasm, her moans soft and beautiful. i was going to cum,i looked around the now-empty graveyard, and then back to the black marble tombstone ,written on it," HERE LAYS STACY BAKER RYAN 1995-2022 ". A tear rolled down my eyes as i came one more time, and so did Stacy ,she pulled out of me and unstrapped herself, wiping it wi

Rain lashed against the stained-glass windows of the celestial spire, each drop a silver tear blurring the divine cityscape. Thunder rolled, not as an omen, but as a mocking echo of the depravity about to unfold. Selaphiel knelt before him, robes discarded, wings trembling slightly, mirroring the storm's chaos.Azazel, a demon of exquisite darkness, stood over him, crimson eyes glinting with cruel amusement. The air around him crackled with infernal energy. He wasn’t looking at the supplicant angel, but rather at the chaos he’d wrought, at the way the holy spire seemed to shrink under his presence.But Selaphiel knew the demon's torment as well as he knew the songs of the spheres. He saw the subtle tightening of Azazel's grip on the obsidian staff he held. He wanted this. This desecration.It had been a foolish, desperate gamble, slipping past the celestial guardians, invoking a forbidden ritual just to stand here, vulnerable. Selaphiel had burned all his bridges to get here, not know