All Chapters of DIRTY PAGES (An Erotica Collection): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CONTENT WARNING: Age gap "daddy" kink with spanking tease, public-ish exposure, and light D/s commands; denial frustration builds to discipline play. If authority age play or voyeur edges feel off, ring the doorbell and bail. CHAPTER ONEDaddy! Oh God, fuck me, Daddy!I yank my pillow over my head, but it does nothing to hide the noises from next door. The walls are thin in this building.It's after midnight, and an unprecedented series of moans and groans have been spilling from my neighbor James's apartment. Now that we're into the wee hours, the dirty talk is kicking into high gear.And it's making me wet.Please, Daddy, shove it in me.I have a case going to trial in the morning, for God's sake. My briefcase and purse sit on a chair next to the suit hanging on my closet door. I need to clear my head and get some fucking sleep, but all I can hear are another girl's moans.All I want is to be in her place.Daddy, ow. OW! Ooooh, that hurts

A whimper escapes my lips. I'm already unbearably aroused. I raise my head to meet his hazel eyes, which are narrowed in concentration. On me. Only me.Slowly I peel off my bra and let the lacy cups fall to the floor, baring my breasts."Later, you'll pick that up," he says softly. "Right now, don't move."I hold onto my pretty yellow dress, bunched around my waist, as he stares at my full, heavy breasts. He traces one finger over my tight, sensitive nipple, teasing the dark bud, and I jump. When his warm hands close over my breasts, a long, wanton moan drops from me."Such sweet little tits," he murmurs. "I'm very pleased."I squirm, crossing my legs, trying to rub my thighs together. "Little" is the last word that's applicable here. And yet it's so fucking perfect at the same time.I cry out as he cups my breasts fully, massaging them. Too soon, he lets go."Put your dress back on and get over my knee."Jesus. Oh, Jesus. I scramble to obey, zipping

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content, including graphic depictions of sexual acts, erotic dreams, BDSM elements (such as bondage, spanking benches, and non-consensual fantasy scenarios), group sex implications, detailed nudity and arousal, mind control/influence themes, and age-gap attraction involving a teenager(18) and adults. You know what to do. CHAPTER ONE Mark's 'troubles' began when Ms. Candor moved in next door. Mark's father had died several years earlier, and Mark lived with his mother in a quiet suburban neighbourhood. The house next door had been empty for several months and it did not take too long for Mark's mother to volunteer him for the task of tidying up Ms. Candor's back yard. Mark grimaced at the sight of it. It was summer; Mark was on summer break before returning to his final year of high school. The weather had been baking hot for the last week and the hot spell showed no signs of breaking. The yard had been a pleasant back garden, but

Ms. Candor was not going to make things easy for him. She greeted him the next morning dressed in a black, mesh cover-up over a bikini that Mark thought looked quite small. She had erected a lounger on the (now clear) patio, and it seemed obvious that sun bathing was the order of the day. She thanked him for coming again and vanished into the house.Mark heaved a sigh of relief, only to have Ms. Candor emerge a minute later with a tray of lemonade, and without the cover-up. The bikini was as small as he had imagined and his cock responded to it in the time-honoured fashion. The bra consisted of two small triangles that more or less covered her nipples, connected together with string. The bottoms covered (barely) the area Mark remembered as having pubic hair over it with thin cord stretching from the top corners of the lycra triangle high over her hips. As she turned to set the tray down, he could see that the cords joined with a third cord that disappeared between her buttocks.

He heard a sound off to his right and looked over to where Ms. Candor was seated. Her eyes were fixed on Mark's cock sliding in and out of Laura. She had one hand between her legs, working hard, while another teased at one of her nipples through the thin material of her dress."Oh god, I'm cumming!" Laura groaned, and Mark felt her vaginal muscles clamp down around his dick. He kept fucking her, increasing his pace a little, and a second later Laura was thrashing violently against her bonds. As soon as she had calmed down again, falling limp over the bench, Mark pulled his still hard cock out of her and released her cuffs.Mark turned and walked over to Ms. Candor. "There's something I wanted to do to you this afternoon when you showed me that dress," he said."Oh, what's that?"He held out his hand and she took it to let him pull her to her feet. He led her across the room to the pool table and pushed her up against it. "Put your face on the table," he told her and