Alle Kapitel von Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Erotic Stories: Kapitel 21 – Kapitel 30

The masked man held Lena by the hair, dragging her mouth open as his cock smeared cum across her lips. Her cheeks were streaked with spit, Dora’s juices still glistening across her chin.“Stick your tongue out” he ordered.Her eyes were glassy, body trembling but she obeyed, tongue sliding out obediently.He slapped his cock against it, smearing her face, then shoved forward, pushing his shaft past her lips until it hit the back of her throat. Lena gagged, eyes watering instantly, hands gripping his thighs as he face-fucked her slow and steady, watching her throat bulge around him.“Good slut,” he growled, his hips rolling deeper.“Look at her choke on it.”Dora was on her knees beside them, watching with hungry eyes. Her fingers slid between Lena’s thighs, spreading her lips wide as cum leaked from her pussy. She dipped two fingers inside, fucking her slow while Lena gagged on cock.“She’s dripping,” Dora moaned, pumping her fingers deeper”“God, she’s still soaking wet. She loves cho

Cheryl woke up with her thighs sticky and her body already throbbing. The heat between her legs was sharp, heavy, and it hit her before she had even opened her eyes. She never wore panties to bed. She hated them. They always got in the way. The sheets were tangled around her legs, damp with sweat, her skin still hot from the dream she had been lost in.She didn’t care to check what time it was. She didn’t care that she had a test she hadn’t studied for. None of that mattered at the moment. All that mattered was her pussy, soaked and aching for attention.Her hand was already sliding down before she even thought about what she was doing. Her fingers moved over bare skin, soft and wet. She parted her folds and felt the slick heat waiting for her. Her clit pulsed hard, needy, begging. She pressed two fingers inside, slow at first but deep, and her body arched into the pillow as a moan escaped her lips.Her legs spread wider. Her palm pressed down against her clit harder. The wet sounds fi

heryl didn’t move when he told her no the second time since she hd arrived at his office. He said it like he wanted her to believe it, but she saw the way his eyes betrayed him. The way they flicked down, then back up, trying to pretend he had not been looking at her.He wanted her. She could see it.She stood slowly, deliberate, her skirt riding a little higher with the motion. His gaze twitched again, locked on her face as if he hadn’t looked at all, but Cheryl knew better. She stepped closer to the desk, hips rolling slightly with each step, not nervous in the least.“I’m sure there’s something I can do Professor” she murmured, her voice dropping, smooth and smoky.Her fingertips trailed along the edge of his desk.“I said no, Miss Hale,” he repeated, voice sharper this time but strained.That was enough, she was not taking no for an answer. Cheryl walked around the desk, slow, deliberate. She didn’t stop until she stood right in front of him, between his chair and the wall. Close e

His cock throbbed inside her as she rode him hard, tits bouncing against his chest with every slam. His hands clutched at her hips, but she kept the rhythm, wet and messy, grinding down until his eyes rolled back. Cheryl leaned forward, pressing her chest into him, letting him feel every curve, every pulse of her pussy gripping him.“You did exactly what I wanted,” she whispered, her lips brushing his ear.“And now you’re going to do more.”“Anything,” he gasped, jaw tight. “I’ll do anything.”Her hips slowed, rolling in deliberate circles that squeezed him so tight he almost broke.“Even make sure I never fail any of your tests again?”He groaned, his resolve cracking as her wet cunt dragged over him, squeezing in slow pulses that made him tremble.“Yes,” he blurted, breathless.“Yes...I’ll make sure you never fail. I swear.”Cheryl smirked, grinding harder, then pulled off him, leaving his cock dripping and aching. She shoved him back into the chair, yanked his tie to keep him still,

The janitor hadn’t moved from the doorway. His grin had softened into something quieter, watchful.“You sure you want to talk, sweetheart?” he asked.Her voice came out thin. “I don’t want trouble. If I… agree, you’ll forget what you saw?”“Cross my heart.” He tapped his chest with mock solemnity.“No one’ll ever know.”She hesitated, her gaze flicking toward the desk toward the memory of how quickly she’d lost control there already. The shame still burned hot in her stomach, but so did something else. Curiosity.“Fine,” she whispered. “Just… keep your word.”He stepped closer, slow and deliberate. The smell of soap and metal drifted from him, not unpleasant, just unfamiliar. Cheryl’s shoulders stiffened, but she didn’t step back. His hand hovered close—not touching yet, waiting.“You nervous?” he murmured.She hated that she was. Hated that her heart was racing. But she didn’t move when his fingers brushed a stray strand of hair from her cheek. His touch was rough, a little too warm,