All Chapters of Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Erotic Stories: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Lena had been circling the idea for months.She first saw the black card on a private Telegram channel that required three referrals and a photo of your bare cunt just to join. The card was matte black with a single silver phone number embossed on the front and nothing else. No name. No logo. Only the words “Valid for one weekend. Use once. Burn after.”She stared at the picture every night while her vibrator buzzed between her legs and her husband slept in the next room. The fantasies grew darker each time. Five strangers. A penthouse suite. No names. No limits except the safe word she knew she would never use. Just a weekend of being used so thoroughly she would feel them for weeks.Friday arrived cold and wet.She told her husband she was having a girls’ night in the city. He kissed her cheek and told her to have fun. She almost came right there in the doorway from the guilt and the thrill.The cab dropped her at the private entrance of the tallest building downtown. A man in a per

She barely had time to catch her breath before they dragged her off the couch and threw her onto the low, padded platform in the middle of the room. Her back hit the leather with a wet slap. Cum from the last round splattered out of her cunt and ass and painted the surface beneath her.They didn’t let her close her legs.Two men grabbed her ankles and yanked them wide, hooking her knees over their shoulders so her hips tilted up and her wrecked holes pointed at the ceiling like twin targets. Her cunt lips stayed puffy and open. A thick river of mixed loads poured out in a slow, steady stream and ran down the crack of her ass.The pierced one knelt between her spread thighs and looked straight at the mess they had made of her.“Look at this greedy little cunt. Already swallowed six loads and still begging for more.”He scooped a handful of the leaking cum and smeared it over her clit in rough circles. Lena jerked, oversensitive, but he didn’t stop. He kept rubbing until she was sobbing

The world dissolved into a hazy, dreamless state. Lena wasn’t sure if she passed out or simply fell into a sleep so deep it was indistinguishable from unconsciousness. The first thing to pierce the veil was not sight or sound, but touch. The gentle, rhythmic stroking of a warm, wet cloth across her skin.She was in the bathroom. The vast, marble-clad sanctuary was dimly lit, the harsh neon of the main room replaced by the soft glow of recessed lighting that made the gold fixtures gleam. She was in a large, sunken tub, the water hot and fragrant with some expensive, unscented oil that made her skin feel silky. Two of the men were with her. The broad one with the shaved head and the taller, leaner man with the curved cock. They were washing her.Their movements were methodical, almost reverent. There was nothing sexual in it, yet it was more intimate than anything they had done to her so far. The shaved-head man was gently supporting her head with one hand while wiping her face with a s

Lena woke to the pale grey light of dawn. She wasn’t in the bed. She was on a thick, white fur rug in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, a heavy silk blanket draped over her. The city below was stirring, a quiet hum of early morning traffic beginning to flow. Every muscle in her body ached, a deep, satisfying throb that was a constant, physical reminder of the night before. Her ass was tender, he

The surgeon, a man she’d decided to call ‘Doc’ in her mind, moved first. He was all precision. He leaned in, not with the hungry abandon of a starving man, but with the focused intent of a craftsman. His tongue was a delicate, firm instrument. He started with a single, slow lap from her perineum to her clit, a exploratory stroke that mapped her terrain. He found her clit, already a hard, sensitive pearl, and began to work it with the tip of his tongue. Tiny, rapid, clockwise circles. It was maddening. It was exquisite. It was a tease that built a slow, coiling heat deep in her belly.On her other side, the giant, ‘Goliath,’ took a different approach. He wasn’t interested in precision. He was about overwhelming force. He lowered his head and simply covered her entire cunt with his mouth, his lips sealing against her. He used his whole tongue, a thick, broad muscle, to lave her, to press and rub and devour. He sucked her folds into his mouth, his teeth scraping lightly, a dangerous edge