All Chapters of Wet Desires [An Erotic Collection]: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I couldn't believe it was happening. My young boss, Alex, barely 25 and already running the department like a king, had me cornered in his office after hours. The door locked with a click that sent shivers down my spine. I was ovulating, my body humming with an intense need that made everything feel heightened. He knew it too; I'd let slip about my cycle during a team lunch, and now his eyes gleamed with a focused intensity."You've been teasing me all week, Sarah," he said softly, stepping closer, his hand gently taking my wrist and pulling me against his chest. I could feel the warmth of him through his clothes, a subtle pressure that made my heart race. "That tight skirt, those blouses—you know what you're doing. You want this, don't you?"I let out a soft whimper, my body responding to his nearness, warmth spreading through me. God, I did. I was 35, married, but nothing compared to this electric pull. "Please, Alex," I whispered, my voice shaky, leaning into him. "I need this so m

I shivered at his words, the dark promise sending fresh heat pooling between my legs despite the ache from being so thoroughly used. Cum leaked from my ass, mixing with the mess from my pussy, dripping down my inner thighs in sticky trails. My body was a wreck—blouse torn open, skirt hiked up and useless, bra shoved aside—but I wasn't fully naked yet. His command hung in the air like a whip crack, demanding obedience.'Yes, boss,' I whimpered, pushing myself up from the desk on trembling arms. My legs wobbled as I stood, the cool office air kissing my sweat-slicked skin. I shrugged off the remnants of my blouse, letting it pool at my feet, then kicked away the tangled skirt and shredded thong. The bra followed, unhooked and tossed aside, leaving me completely bare. My heavy breasts heaved with each ragged breath, nipples peaked and red from his earlier bites. My belly quivered, pussy lips swollen and glistening, ass cheeks marked with handprints from his spanks. I stood there, exposed

"What the hell were you doing in here, screaming my name like that?" His voice dropped lower, rougher, laced with something dangerous that sent a shiver straight to my throbbing clit. He stepped inside, kicking the door shut behind him with a thud that echoed my doom. The room shrank, the air thick with the scent of my own arousal hanging heavy.I swallowed hard, my thighs slick and sticky from how hard I'd fingered myself, imagining his huge dick stretching me open. "I... I didn't mean... it was just..." Words tumbled out uselessly, my face burning as I peeked over the blanket. His gaze raked over me, predatory, like he could smell the cum on my fingers.He crossed the room in two strides, yanking the blanket away before I could react. Cool air hit my naked skin, my swollen nipples hardening instantly under his stare. My shorts were tangled at my ankles, pussy lips puffy and glistening, exposed and vulnerable. "Just what? Fantasizing about your stepdad's cock?" He growled, his hand s

My innocence wasn’t lost — it was sold, stamped, and sealed with thirty billion dollars.At twenty, I was already drowning in debts and poor choices. Every knock on my door felt like a countdown, every message from the bank a threat. Then came him — a man with calm eyes, a measured voice, and an offer that sounded like salvation.He said he needed a maid.Except… it wasn’t just him. They did.An elite circle of billionaires — powerful, untouchable, dangerous.Maybe it was greed. Maybe desperation. Or maybe I was just too naive to see the trap dressed as opportunity. Thirty billion isn’t something you turn down. So I agreed. Told myself it was only cleaning, cooking, a bit of serving — harmless work for men who liked things spotless.But I couldn’t have been more wrong.It was never about service. It was about submission.On my first day, they asked me to “run a check.” A doctor entered the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click.“Take off your dress, miss,” he said.And I

I was utterly drained, my body screaming from the endless demands. My pussy felt raw and dry, every muscle aching from the week's relentless use. But according to the lady in charge, I just had to endure two more men, and then I'd be done for the week. The thought offered a sliver of relief amid the haze of fatigue. I lay there on the worn mattress in the dimly lit room, trying to shut my eyes and escape into sleep. My entire body throbbed—sore thighs, bruised hips, the sticky remnants of cum drying between my legs. Finally, exhaustion won, pulling me under into a deep, dreamless slumber. It was the best rest I'd had in ages. Was it the countless orgasms that had wrung me out, or just the fact that no one was fucking me senseless for a few precious hours? When I woke, the room was still the same—stale air heavy with the scent of sex, shadows clinging to the corners. The lady returned, her face impassive as she guided me to the adjoining bathroom. She ran warm water over my skin, scr