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All Chapters of RAW DESIRES:{50 Erotica Stories}: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

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The Flight(4)

The change in angle hit deep, sparking another orgasm that ripped through me without warning. I cried out, nails raking his shoulders, walls pulsing around him. He flipped us over mid-climax, pinning me beneath him, pounding through my spasms with short, brutal drives. “Gonna cum,” he grunted, burying his face in my neck.“Yess…Do it,” I urged, legs locking around him. He slammed deep one last time, cock throbbing as he spilled into the condom, body shuddering against mine.We lay there after, catching our breath, his weight was a comforting press. “What are you doing tonight?” he asked eventually, propping up on an elbow to trace patterns on my hip.“Client dinner,” I said, already dreading the stuffy suits and small talk. “You?”“Networking thing, but it's optional.” His grin turned wicked. “Skip yours. Come to mine instead…I'll make it worth it.”I laughed, but the idea stayed as I showered and dressed, stealing one of his shirts to wear over my skirt since my blouse was wrinkled b

The Hotel(1)

Natalie The moans from inside room 400 grew louder, pulling me in like a magnet. I pressed my ear against the cool wood of the door, my fingers slipping under the waistband of my uniform skirt, pushing aside the damp fabric of my panties to touch my slick folds directly. My clit throbbed under my fingertips as I circled it slowly, matching the rhythm of the grunts echoing through the thin barrier.“Oh god, your cock feels so good stretching me,” the woman inside gasped, her voice high and desperate. I could picture it…her legs spread wide on the rumpled bed, some stranger pounding into her with relentless thrusts. The bedframe creaked in protest, each slam sending vibrations that I swore I could feel in my own core. My pussy clenched around nothing, aching to be filled, as I dipped two fingers inside myself, pumping them in and out while my thumb kept working my swollen nub.The man's response was a deep, animalistic growl. “Take it all, you little slut. I'm gonna fill this tight hol

The Hotel(2)

I hesitated for a split second, but the threat hung heavy. I leaned forward, lips parting to take the fat head into my mouth. My tongue swirled around the salty tip, tasting pre-cum as I stretched my jaw wide to accommodate his girth. He groaned, fingers tangling roughly in my hair, and before I could set the pace, he shoved forward.His cock rammed deep into my throat in one brutal thrust, cutting off my air. I gagged instantly, throat convulsing around the invading shaft as saliva bubbled at the corners of my mouth. He held my head firm with both hands, nails digging into my scalp, and started thrusting faster. Each slam drove him balls-deep, the coarse hair at his base grinding against my nose while my lips stretched taut around his pounding length.“That's it, take it like the slut you are,” he grunted, hips snapping relentlessly. My hands flew to his thighs, trying to push back, but he was too strong, fucking my face without mercy. Gags tore from my chest, wet and choking, tears

The Hotel(3)

His cum still leaked from my pussy, warm and sticky between my thighs, as he pulled out with a slick sound. I lay there on my stomach, chest heaving against the rumpled sheets, body trembling from the aftershocks. But Mr. Norland wasn't finished. His hands gripped my hips roughly, yanking me up onto my knees, ass thrust high in the air. “Ass up, bitch,” he growled, voice rough with renewed hunger. “Time to claim this hole too.”I whimpered, face pressed into the pillow, the scent of our sweat and sex filling my nose. My asshole clenched instinctively, untouched and tight, but he didn't care. He spat onto his fingers, rubbing the saliva roughly over my puckered entrance, the wet smear cold against my heated skin. One thick finger pushed in without warning, breaching the ring of muscle with a burning stretch. I gasped, fingers clawing the sheets, but he twisted it deeper, scissoring to loosen me up. “Relax, or it'll hurt more,” he muttered, though his tone held no sympathy.The intru

The Hotel(4)

The first rays of sunlight filtered through the suite's heavy curtains as I stumbled out of the room, my legs were wobbling. My uniform was crumpled in my arms….I dressed hastily in the hallway, the fabric chafing against my raw skin. Cum crusted between my thighs, a constant sticky reminder with every step, and my ass throbbed with each shift of weight, the ache was deep and unrelenting. I wiped my face with a trembling hand, tasting the salt of dried tears.The elevator ride down was a blur of fluorescent lights and my own ragged breaths. No one was around at this hour, thank God, but the mirrors reflected a stranger…. My hair was matted, lips swollen, neck bruised from his bites. I slipped out the service exit into the crisp morning air, the chill biting at my exposed skin, and hailed a cab with the last of my cash. The driver glanced at me curiously, but I curled into the seat, staring out the window.When I got home, my two roommates I shared the apartment with were still asleep

Debt to Pay(1)

Sarah The dim light of the basement filtered through the haze of cigarette smoke, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. I stood in the corner, my back pressed against the cool wall, heart pounding as I watched the group of men circle the room. They'd invited me here under the pretense of a private party, promising drinks and laughter, but the air felt thick with something darker, something that made my skin prickle.One of them, Jay, the tallest with tattoos snaking up his arms, caught my eye first. He grinned, handing me a glass of whiskey. “Loosen up, Sarah,” he said, his voice low and rough. I sipped it anyway, the warmth spreading through my chest, dulling the edges of my nerves. The others…. Jerry with his shaved head, Tony lean and smirking, joined us, their hands brushing my shoulders, my waist, as they laughed about some inside joke I didn't get.We played cards at a rickety table, the stakes rising with each round. Losers drank shots, and I lost more than I won.

Debt to Pay(2)

The pain shot straight to my core, mingling with the lingering throb in my pussy. Jerry didn't wait… he pushed forward, the tip of his cock breaching me inch by agonizing inch. I bit my lip, tasting blood, as the stretch burned, my ring of muscle yielding unwillingly around his girth. “Fuck, she's gripping me,” Jerry groaned, pausing halfway to let me adjust or torment me further. Sweat beaded on my forehead, dripping onto the table as I panted, trying to breathe through the fullness invading me.Jay laughed low, twisting my nipple harder, pulling it outward until it elongated, the skin taut and stinging. My hips bucked involuntarily, which only drove Jerry deeper. He slammed the rest in with one brutal thrust, his hips colliding with my ass, balls smacking against my soaked folds. The impact jolted me forward, my cheek grinding into the wood, a raw yelp tearing from my throat. Pain exploded, white-hot, radiating from my ass outward, but beneath it, a dark spark ignited, my body bet

Debt to Pay(3)

Jay's cock filled my ass completely, the thickness of him forcing my walls to stretch wider than before, every vein pulsing against the sensitive lining. I felt the burn intensify, a deep ache that radiated through my hips, but he didn't move right away. Instead, he held there, buried to the root, his hands sliding up my sides to cup my breasts from behind. His fingers found my nipples….already tender and swollen from the earlier abuse and he squeezed them between his thumbs and forefingers, not twisting yet, just pressing steadily, the pressure building until I squirmed, a low whine building in my chest.Tony's cock thrust into my mouth, the head bumping the back of my throat with each push, his hips rolling in a steady cadence that made saliva drip from the corners of my lips. I swallowed around him reflexively, the muscles in my throat contracting, which drew a hiss from him. “Good girl, just like that,” he murmured, one hand tangling in my hair to guide my head, pulling me forwa

The Initiation(1)

IdiaI stepped into the locker room, the heavy metal door creaking shut behind me with a loud clang that echoed off the tiled walls. The air hit me first…thick with the sharp tang of sweat, mixed with the faint metallic bite of old equipment and the lingering scent of body spray from earlier practices. My sneakers squeaked against the damp floor as I paused just inside the threshold, clutching the straps of my gym bag tighter.The football team was already there, sprawled across the benches in various states of undress. Jerseys hung loosely on hooks, shoulder pads scattered like discarded armor, and towels draped over laps or shoulders.A dozen pairs of eyes turned toward me at once, conversations dying mid-sentence. The room suddenly felt smaller, hotter, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead casting harsh shadows on their grinning faces.Jake, the quarterback, leaned back against a locker, his arms crossed over his broad chest, a slow smirk spreading as he looked me up and down.

The Initiation(2)

I hesitated for half a second, then brought my wrists together at my back. The room went quieter….even the drip from a leaky showerhead in the corner seemed louder. Jake stepped behind me, close enough that I felt the warmth of his chest against my shoulder blades. He wrapped the tape once, twice, three times, it was tight, but not cruel. The adhesive pulled at the fine hairs on my arms as he pressed the end down flat.He gave a gentle tug to test it, and my shoulders pulled back involuntarily, chest lifting. A couple of low whistles floated from the circle.Tyler stepped forward next, holding a plain black bandana he’d pulled from his locker. “Eyes too,” he said, almost apologetic, but his grin gave him away. He folded it once, then tied it snug over my eyes. The fabric smelled faintly of laundry detergent and sweat. Darkness swallowed everything….he locker room lights vanished, leaving only the sounds, their breathing, the creak of benches and someone’s cleats scuffing the floor.I

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