All Chapters of RAW DESIRES : 101 Hot Tales of Pleasure : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

From Photoshoot To Threesome (3)Then my hand went to the back of Monica’s head and gently pulled her closer to the point where I was buried in Helen’s ass. “Come baby, watch,” I said as I guided her forward, keeping her there so she could see everything clearly. Monica just stared at it, frozen, her gaze locked on my cock sliding in and out of Helen’s stretched asshole. She might never have seen a cock fucking an ass this close before, not live and not even on a screen. Her mouth hung slightly open and her eyes did not blink for a second. She looked completely mesmerized as one of her hands wrapped around my balls while the other cupped her own bare breasts. “Lick her clit, baby,” I ordered Monica, my voice low and firm. “What, you want me to…?” Monica asked hesitantly, her voice trailing off as she looked between u

Becoming My Boss's Favourite Slut (2)I reread the message and my own breath caught. I could feel my pulse between my legs. Without waiting, I hit send.I slid one hand under my skirt, needing relief. My black lace thong was soaked. The fabric clung to me, slick and useless. I pulled it to the side and slipped one finger between my folds, moaning softly at how sensitive I already was.My hips rolled as I rubbed slow, steady circles over my clít. I closed my eyes and imagined him watching me. I imagined him standing in the doorway, his chest rising with every breath, his cóck already hard and ready for my mouth.The thought made me even wetter.I pushed one finger inside myself, gasping quietly at the fullness. My walls clenched around the intrusion. I moved slowly, letting the pressure build with every stroke. My other hand stayed on my clít, circling faster now. My breathing became uneven. I bit my lip to hold in the sounds, but a soft moan escaped anyway.I pictured Nathaniel behind

Becoming My Boss's Favourite Slut (4)I turned and leaned forward, my hands flat against the wood, ass pushed out. My skirt rode up, and he shoved it even higher with a grunt.“You wore this tight little thing just for me, didn’t you?” he asked, staring down at the curve of my ass like it was his personal playground.“Yes,” I whispered, breath shaky.He hooked his fingers around the side of my thong and yanked it aside, groaning when he saw the wet mess between my thighs.“Look at you. You’re fúcking soaked,” he said, dragging a thick finger along my slít, spreading the slickness over my folds. “All from sucking my cóck?”“No,” I said, voice soft and filthy. “I’ve been wet for you all morning. From the second you looked at me when I came to give you the performance sheet this morning.”He slid two fingers into me in one smooth thrust. I gasped, my pússy clenching tight around him.“Fúck,” he growled. “You’re dripping. This pússy is starving for cóck, isn’t it?”“Yes,” I moaned, pressi

Sabrina waited nervously in the reception area. The lovely young woman fidgeted with her long auburn hair and smoothed the skirt of her pale blue sundress.She had been building the courage to make this appointment for weeks. Now she forced herself to focus on the reason she was here.At twenty seven, the young wife wanted to be a better lover. Even before her marriage five years earlier, Sabrina had known she was sexually inexperienced.She loved her husband deeply and wanted to please him, and herself, in bed. Her puritanical upbringing and sheltered social life, however, had left her almost naive about sex.The problem, she believed, was variety and experimentation. She had grown up thinking that making love simply meant intercourse in the missionary position.By now she knew there were other ways to connect physically. Still, she could not let go of her inhibitions enough to enjoy them.Her husband had always been patient and never pressured her. Even so, her growing frustration f

If anyone were asked to describe me, they would probably say workaholic. If I am not working out at the gym or at home, I am at school, either teaching writing or writing myself.That is simply how I live. My days are structured, busy, and intentionally full.People sometimes ask if I ever plan to get married or have children. I find the question incredibly sexist, especially because I am a woman.What is wrong with a woman putting her career ahead of a frivolous fling that statistics suggest will not last. Besides, I teach children for a living, and I see firsthand what happens when people reproduce without thinking.As I was saying, I work a lot. That made it no surprise when I contacted administrators in my district to request recommendations for teachers.I wanted to interview a range of educators for my latest research study. The project had been forming in my mind for months.As I worked through the names and credentials, I narrowed the list down to seven educators. Some names w