บททั้งหมดของ Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Erotic Stories: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

The pharmacy was a brightly-lit. The air smelled disinfectant and floral air freshener. Dr. Alistair’s crisp, clinical handwriting was a confession, a detailed list of her own perversion for any bored pharmacist to read.‘Rx: One tablet, to be taken orally at 8 PM. Muscle relaxant. For severe, systemic hypersensitivity.’The pharmacist was a cheerful woman with too much makeup and a name tag that read ‘Brenda.’ “My, my, you must have it bad,” she chirped, tapping prescription into her computer. “This is some strong stuff. Dr. Alistair doesn’t mess around. What’s it for, if you don’t mind my asking?”Lily’s face was a burning mask of shame. “Nerve… damage,” she managed to stammer, her voice a thin, reedy thing.“Oh, that’s terrible!” Brenda clucked sympathetically, her fingers flying across the keyboard. “Well, this should help take the edge off. Just be careful. It can make you a bit… loopy. And don’t operate any heavy machinery.”The irony was a physical blow. If only she knew what k

The sheets were a shroud around Rita’s body, a thin prison of sweat and fever. Every muscle ached with a heat that had nothing to do with sickness. Her husband, Liam, was moving around their bedroom, pulling on a pair of dark jeans and a crisp shirt. The scent of his cologne, a clean, spicy thing she usually loved, was a torture. It was the smell of a man who was about to leave. To go find some other woman to satisfy the hard-on she could see straining against his fly.“You’re really going out?” Her voice was a rasp, a dry, pathetic thing.Liam sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. He didn’t look at her. “Rita, you’re sick. I’m just going for a couple of drinks with the guys. I’ll be back.”“Bullshit,” she coughed, pushing herself up on her elbows. The movement made her heavy breasts sway, the thin cotton of her nightgown sticking to her sweaty skin. “You’re going to find some slut to grind on. While I’m here. Burning up.”He finally looked at her, his eyes a mix of annoyance a

Liam’s gaze dropped to those tits and stayed there.Voluptuous didn’t even begin to describe them. Full, pendulous double-Ds that spilled sideways when she lay down, capped with dark rose nipples already drawn tight from shame and cold air. Her waist dipped in dramatically before flaring into wide, fertile hips and an ass that could make a priest renounce his vows.He took one step. Then another. Until he was looming over the bed.“Hands down,” he ordered, voice rough. “Let me see what I’m working with tonight.”Nina’s breath hitched. Slowly—God, so slowly—her arms fell away.Liam groaned like he’d been punched in the gut.“Jesus fucking Christ. Those are even bigger than I imagined.”He reached out, no hesitation, and palmed both breasts in his huge hands. Weighed them. Squeezed until the soft flesh bulged between his fingers and Nina whimpered.“Look at these fat fucking tits,” he rasped, thumbs flicking over her nipples. “Been staring at them in bikinis and tight little tops for ye

Rita’s “migraine” had mysteriously vanished by noon. She found them in the living room: Nina on her knees, face buried in the couch cushions, Liam’s cock pistoning into her ass so hard her voluptuous body rippled like waves on water. Her tits—those massive, milk-heavy double-Ds—were dragged across the rug with every thrust, nipples raw and red from being pinched and twisted for the last hour. Rita didn’t speak. She just smiled, slow and wicked, and crooked a finger. “Bring the whore downstairs, baby. It’s time.” Liam pulled out of Nina’s gaping asshole with a wet pop, a thick string of lube and pre-cum connecting them for a second before breaking. Nina collapsed forward, sobbing, pussy and ass clenching on nothing, drool pooling beneath her open mouth.He scooped her up like she weighed nothing—arms un

Sunday afternoon, three weeks after the basement marathon.The backyard smelled like charcoal, beer, and potato salad. Twenty-three people milled around the long picnic tables: Liam’s cousins, Rita’s uncles, a handful of neighbors, a couple of guys from Liam’s work. Kids ran screaming with water guns. Classic rock played from the outdoor speakers.Nina wore a sundress.A tiny, baby-pink sundress that buttoned all the way down the front and barely contained her new body. Her tits had already swollen half a cup size from the pregnancy hormones. The fabric stretched tight across them, nipples poking like bullets. The hem fluttered high on her thick thighs. No bra. No panties. Just a thin silver chain around her waist with a little heart charm that rested right above her ass crack.And the collar.Thin black leather. Discreet enough that most peop