All Chapters of SINFUL PLEASURES: Short Flithy Stories: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

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I WANT TO BE CHOKED!! (IV, End)

Chapter 4Emma’s POV I stared up at him, my back still pressed hard against the wall, the cold surface biting into my shoulder blades through the thin t-shirt. My nipples throbbed under those rubber clamps, each tiny shift of my chest sending sharp sparks straight down to my clit like electric shocks that made my pussy clench and leak even more. I could feel my juices soaking through my panties completely now, the wet fabric sticking to my swollen folds, and a fresh trickle running down the inside of my left thigh all the way to my knee. My legs were shaking so bad I had to lock my knees to stay standing, but it did not help. Everything inside me was screaming for him.His fingers were still under my chin, holding my face up so I could not look away from those blue eyes that saw every filthy thing I was thinking. My mouth was dry but my cunt was the opposite, dripping like a faucet, and I knew he could smell it because his nostrils flared and his jaw tightened.“I… I want your co

STORY 69: ALONE IS A TINY LOFT (I)

Chapter 1Ava’s POVThe screen door slapped shut behind me as I hauled my duffel bag up the creaky stairs to the loft, the salty ocean air still clinging to my skin from the drive down. Mom and Dad were already downstairs, Dad firing up the grill while Mom answered some work email on her phone, their voices drifting up like they owned the place. This beach house had been our spot every late summer since I could remember, but this year felt different—guest rooms gutted for renovations, leaving me and Cade stuck sharing the tiny loft bedroom. Great. Just what I needed, bunking with my stepbrother for a whole weekend.I dumped my bag on the worn wooden floor and unzipped it, pulling out my sleep shorts first. The ones that barely covered my ass, soft cotton clinging to my hips. It was hot up here, the fan whirring lazily overhead, and I stripped down to just those and a tank top, no bra because who cares in this heat. Cade's stuff was already scattered around—his backpack half-open,

ALONE IN A TINY LOFT (II)

Chapter 2 Ava’s POV“God, it’s fucking boiling up here even with the window cracked,” I muttered, kicking the thin sheet off my legs for the third time in ten minutes. The loft fan spun slow circles above us, doing jack shit to move the sticky air. Moonlight slipped through the slats, painting pale stripes across the mattress we were forced to share because the guest rooms were still torn apart with paint cans and plastic sheeting.Cade lay on his back beside me, one arm thrown over his eyes, chest rising and falling steady like he’d already passed out. His board shorts were slung low, the waistband riding just below the sharp cut of his hips, and every time he shifted I could see the soft bulge of his cock resting heavy against his thigh through the fabric. He’d stripped his shirt off hours ago, claiming the heat, and now his bare skin smelled like salt and whatever sunscreen he’d slapped on earlier—clean, warm, too close.I rolled onto my side facing him, pretending to get comfo

ALONE IN A TINY LOFT (III)

Chapter 3 Ava’s POV“We’re good, Mom,” I called , keeping my voice as steady as I could even though Cade’s cock was still pressed thick and hot against my palm and my pussy was still fluttering from how hard I’d just come on his tongue. “We’re wiped out up here, the drive was long. Save the brownies for breakfast, yeah? Night!”Cade’s mouth was right against my ear, his breath ragged. “Tell her you locked the door already,” he whispered, low and rough, his fingers still buried two knuckles deep inside me, slowly pumping like he couldn’t stop even while we lied to her.I swallowed hard, thighs shaking around his wrist. “The door's locked too, Mom, don’t worry. We’ll see you in the morning.”Her footsteps padded away down the hall, the creak of the stairs fading until the only sound left was the fan and our breathing, heavy and matched. The second that last step went quiet Cade pulled his fingers out of me with a wet sound that made my stomach tighten. He grabbed my hips and yanked

STORY 70: MY SLEEPY BROTHER (I)

Chapter 1 Vanessa’s POV“Move your big leg, Dylan, you’re crushing me already,” I hissed under my breath, trying to shove his thigh off mine without waking the whole damn bed.He grunted something sleepy that sounded like “sorry” mixed with a snore and rolled half an inch closer instead of away. Typical. The mattress dipped again, pressing my hip right into his. Mum and her husband were dead to the world on the far side—Dad’s replacement snoring like a broken chainsaw, Mum curled against his chest with that peaceful little smile she always wore when she thought nobody was watching. The room smelled like coconut oil from her hair, faint sweat, and the salty sea breeze sneaking through the cracked window.Holiday house. One big family bed because “it’s cozy” and “we’re all adults now.” Right. I’m Twenty-three and he’s nineteen, crammed together like we were still kids fighting over the remote. I tried to settle, staring up at the slow-spinning ceiling fan. My tank top had ridden up

MY SLEEPY BROTHER (II)

Chapter 2 Vanessa’s POV“That coward fucker,” I murmured again, the words barely scraping past my teeth.My clit was still throbbing like it had its own heartbeat, angry and swollen and completely ignored now that his hand had vanished. The wet spot on my shorts felt huge, cooling against my skin in the most frustrating way possible. I squeezed my thighs together once, twice, chasing the ghost of pressure, but it only made me ache harder.I rolled onto my side facing him.Dylan was sprawled on his back now, one arm flung over his head, the other resting limp across his stomach. His boxers were tented—just a lazy half-hard bulge that hadn’t even fully committed yet. The sight of it made my mouth water in a way that felt disgusting and perfect at the same time.I scooted closer until our bodies lined up hip to hip. My breath came shallow. I reached down, slow, like I was afraid the air itself would rat me out, and wrapped my fingers around the thick outline of his cock through the

MY SLEEPY BROTHER (III, End)

Chapter 3 I clamped my thighs around his wrist so hard his bones ground together.“Don’t,” I hissed, voice shaking. “You pull that hand out right now and I scream loudly. I’ll wake the whole fucking house and tell them you were trying to rape me while I slept. That you shoved your fingers in your stepsister and wouldn’t stop. Mum will believe me, Dylan. You know she will.”His whole body went rigid, his breathing fast through his nose.I leaned in until my lips brushed his ear.“So you’re gonna keep those fingers right where they are, little brother,” I whispered. “And you’re gonna call me sis, Understand?”He swallowed so hard I heard it.His voice came out cracked, barely there. “Sis…”“Good boy.”I rocked my hips again—slowly—dragging my clit along his cock while his finger stayed frozen inside me.He whimpered—actual whimper—and his cock jerked hard against my pussy.I guided his hand, making him pump once, twice. Slowly drags in and out.“That’s it,” I breathed. “Fuck me with

STORY 71: LILY, THE PROF LIL COCKSUCKER

Chapter 1Lily’s POVThe door to Professor Harlan’s office clicked shut behind me and cut off the quiet hallway completely. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat and in my ears all at once.I stood there gripping the strap of my backpack so tight my knuckles hurt while my legs shook under me. The air in the room hung heavy with the smell of old books and stale coffee and the single lamp on his desk threw sharp shadows across the piles of papers and textbooks scattered everywhere.He looked up from his computer screen right away and his eyes locked onto mine with that same hard stare he had given me in class earlier today. Professor Harlan was thirty two and he carried himself like he owned every inch of any space he stood in. Tall broad shouldered with dark hair that showed the first traces of gray right at the temples and a jaw that looked carved out of stone. I felt my stomach tighten the second I saw him but I forced myself to stay still.“Sit down,” he said in

LILY, THE PROF LIL COCKSUCKER (II)

Chapter 2Tears stung at the corners of my eyes but I blinked them back fast. My body moved before my mind could stop it. I slid off the chair and my knees hit the worn carpet under his desk with a thud. The space felt tight and small with stacks of papers all around and his chair right above me. I looked up at him, my chest heaving and my lips already parted. “Please.”He stepped closer and his hand went to his belt. The buckle clinked loud in the quiet room. “You will figure it out quickly.”He unzipped his pants slowly and pulled his cock free. It sprang out thick and already half hard veins running all along the length and the head flushed dark and smooth. It looked huge, longer and thicker than anything I had imagined and my mouth watered even while panic clawed at my chest.I stared at it inches from my face, the heavy musky male scent hitting me full force. My hands shook as I reached out and wrapped my fingers around the base. It twitched in my grip growing harder, hot

LILY, THE PROF LIL COCKSUCKER (III)

Chapter 3 Lily’s POV “Prof—I’m so horny, the fingers aren’t helping!” I half cried at him, the words spilling out of my mouth before I could stop them, my voice cracking right in the middle because my whole body was shaking so hard I could barely stay on my knees under his desk anymore. My pussy was throbbing like crazy, clenching around nothing, and my fingers were soaked and useless no matter how fast I rubbed my swollen clit. Juices kept leaking out of me, running down the inside of my thighs and soaking the crotch of my jeans completely, and I could smell how turned on I was, that thick musky scent mixing with the smell of his cock still right in front of my face. I looked up at him, tears blurring my eyes, my lips shiny with spit and pre-cum, and I felt so pathetic but so fucking desperate at the same time. Professor Harlan leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing on me with that dark hungry look that made my stomach drop and my cunt pulse even harder. He let out

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