All Chapters of DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA : Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Mia staggered out of the men’s restroom, the taste of Jake’s cum still lingering on her tongue from when he’d forced her to clean his cock before letting her go. The red dress was completely ruined now—front and back soaked, clinging transparently to her skin, cum streaks visible down both legs all the way to her heels. Every step made more leak out, a slow, shameful drip that left faint wet spots on the polished mall floor. She made her way toward the movie theater on the third floor as instructed, legs shaky, pussy throbbing and overstuffed. The corridor leading to the theaters was dimmer than the main mall carpeted floors, posters on the walls, the low rumble of bass from films playing behind closed doors. It was busy: long lines at the concession stand, groups waiting for their showtimes, ushers in uniforms walking back and forth. The air smelled like popcorn and butter. Mia stopped by the emergency exit door at the far end of the corridor, just like Jake had told her. She le

Lucas stayed inside me, cock still buried deep in my ass, his chest slick against my back, one arm banded under my breasts to hold me up.The church was silent except for our ragged breathing and the soft drip of wax from the toppled candles.I thought he was done.I was wrong.He pulled out slowly, the drag making me whimper, cum leaking from both holes onto the sacred cloth.Then he flipped me onto my back again, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and slammed back into my pussy.The altar rocked harder.“Yes—fuck me!” I gasped, fingers clawing at his arms. “Don’t stop—never stop!”He grabbed my throat, squeezed just enough to make stars burst behind my eyes, and started pounding deeper, faster, hips snapping with raw power.The headboard no, the entire altar table creaked and groaned like it might collapse.His free hand cracked across my tits sharp, stinging slaps that made my nipples burn and my pussy clench around him.Each slap harder, the pain blooming into fire.I came hard,

Lucas rolled off me, breathing heavy, but his cock was already twitching back to life.I couldn’t wait.I pushed him onto his back on the altar, the silk sheets twisted beneath us, and crawled between his legs.His eyes darkened as I wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft, still slick from my pussy.I looked up at him, licked my lips, and took him into my mouth.Slow at first just the head, tongue swirling, tasting us mixed together.He groaned, low and guttural.Then his hands were in my hair fisting tight, controlling.He didn’t ask.He pushed my head down, forcing inch after inch into my throat until my nose pressed against him and I gagged.Tears sprang to my eyes, but I didn’t pull back.I took it.He held me there, buried deep, my throat fluttering around him.“Good girl,” he rasped. “Choke on Daddy’s cock.”Then he started moving my head—slow pulls back, then hard shoves down, fucking my mouth with my own hair as handles.I gagged, drooled, tears streaming, spit dripping of

The on-call room wasn’t enough for him.John pulled me down the empty corridor, his hand tight around my wrist, until we reached his private office at the end of the surgical wing.The door locked behind us with a soft, final click.Moonlight sliced through the half-open blinds, striping the big oak desk in silver bars.He didn’t turn on the light.He pushed me against the desk, my ass hitting the edge, papers sliding to the floor.His mouth crashed into mine rough, demanding, teeth scraping my lip.I moaned into him, fingers digging into his shoulders, pulling him closer.He tasted like coffee and danger.His hands were everywhere—ripping my scrub top open, buttons scattering, shoving my bra down under my breasts so they spilled free.He groaned at the sight, palms cupping them, thumbs brushing my nipples until they ached and tightened..Then he lifted me onto the desk, shoved my legs apart, and dropped to his knees.He didn’t tease.He dragged my scrub pants and panties down in one

My name is Ethan, twenty-one, broke college sophomore who needed cash fast. Babysitting wasn’t exactly on my radar, but when the ad popped up—generous pay, easy hours, live-in option for weekends I answered. The parents, Mr. and Mrs. Harper, both high-powered lawyers, traveled constantly. Their only daughter, Ava, was supposedly “almost grown,” a senior in high school who just needed someone around the house when they were gone.I met Ava the day I interviewed. She opened the door in tiny sleep shorts and an oversized hoodie, long auburn hair messy like she’d just woken up, green eyes sharp and curious. Eighteen, curvy in all the right places, with a smile that felt way too knowing for someone still in high school. The parents barely noticed how she looked at me—lingering, sizing me up—because they were already late for a flight. . .That first weekend they were away, it was just us in their huge, quiet house.Friday night. Ava said she was going to study, disappeared upstairs. I cra