All Chapters of Wet Desires [An Erotic Collection]: Chapter 161 - Chapter 168

I can still taste myself on my tongue from last night. The screen glows with the half-finished sentence about the tongue circling my untouched back entrance, but I don't continue that one. Not tonight. My body feels different—restless, feverish, like something inside me has cracked open and is waiting to be filled.New document. No title. Just raw need.I start typing, fingers shaking.*She sat at her station in the dim light, thighs spread, hand between her legs, slick and aching from her own touch. The words on the screen blurred as heat built again. But this time the air shifted. Thickened. Something watched from the shadows beyond the glow—not imagination, not fantasy. Real.*My breath catches. I pause, listening. The room feels smaller. Warmer. A faint musk creeps in—earth, smoke, male animal hunger. My nipples harden instantly.*The shadows coalesced. Grew solid. A massive form stepped forward—taller than any man, broad-shouldered, covered in sleek midnight fur that gleamed like

Ethan’s POVMy ass was still pulsing, stretched wide and leaking the stranger’s thick load down the crack of my cheeks onto the warm, sticky mat. Every breath I took pulled in the heavy, musky fog of the room—sweat-soaked skin, fresh cum, lube, and that raw, animal scent of men who’d already spilled once and were already hard again. My cock lay heavy against my stomach, half-soft but twitching like it remembered every brutal inch that had just wrecked me.Caleb was still on his belly ten feet away, chest heaving, the bearded guy’s cock still buried to the hilt inside him. I watched a thick white trickle ooze out around that veiny shaft every time the guy gave a lazy grind. Caleb’s eyes were locked on mine, pupils blown black, lips swollen and shiny with spit. He mouthed it again, slower this time.*Again.*The bearded guy finally pulled out with a wet pop. A flood of cum followed, splattering between Caleb’s spread thighs. Caleb didn’t move. Just stayed there, ass up, hole gaping and

I still couldn’t believe I’d signed the papers. The consent form had been pages long, every line more explicit than the last: “I consent to being used as unrestricted breeding stock… no condoms… no pulling out… no refusal of any load… I will be collared, restrained, and milked as needed… I understand I may be filled dozens of times over the weekend…” I’d read it with my cock throbbing so hard I could barely hold the pen steady. Now I was here, standing barefoot on the cool concrete floor of the intake hall, completely naked while two handlers in black harnesses looked me over like livestock.The air was thick already—warm, humid, heavy with the scent of men who’d been fucking for hours. Sweat, fresh cum, musk, and something deeper, almost like wet earth mixed with salt. My skin prickled. My balls felt heavy, drawn up tight against my body.“Name?” the taller handler asked. His voice was low, rough, like gravel.“Jake.”He stepped closer. His thick, uncut cock hung half-hard between

They didn’t give me long to recover. Twenty minutes, maybe less. Just enough time for the cum still leaking out of me to cool on my skin and start to itch where it dried in crusty patches. My hole throbbed—raw, swollen, a constant dull burn that flared every time I shifted. My cock hung heavy between my thighs, still half-hard from the denied orgasm earlier, slick with my own load and everyone else’s. The platform beneath me was a slick mess: puddles of white and clear fluid, footprints tracked through it, the air so thick with the stench of sex I could feel it coating the back of my throat.A handler—different one this time, shorter but built like a wall—grabbed my collar and yanked me upright. My legs buckled immediately. He didn’t care. Just dragged me across the hall toward the far corner where the sling hung from thick chains bolted into the overhead beams. Black leather straps dangled, already stained dark from earlier use. The sling swayed slightly as we approached, like it was