All Chapters of SCANDALOUS AFFAIRS ( AN EXTRA SPICY EROTICA COLLECTION): Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Tina's Pov The library had emptied hours ago, and a storm raged outside. Unlocking my phone, I sent a quick text to Mark stating I was going to wait it out instead of driving in the rain. I should have busied myself with catalogues but instead I'd slipped to my office, cunt still pulsing angrily at being unsatisfied. Pulling out my darkest, twisted book, I opened it to my favourite page. My eyes scanned the words. "....he pinned her wrists above her head while his friend's cock shoved into her protesting pucker. She wailed and trashed. Her voice hoarse from begging as he shoved three fingers up her oozing pussy ....." My breath hitched as my mind went back to this morning. Jax spreads my swollen cunt lips, tongue fucking my drooling snatch. Then leaft me high and dry. Shoving my skirt above my hips, I stared at my gash, curls on my lips, matted. Hole tiny and creamy, clit swollen, my flimsy panties framing it. I reached into my drawer grabbing my girthy, pink dildo

Third Person Pov Escort Eden reeked of cum, cunt juice and sweat. Red lights pulsed low in the dark showroom, making every corner look dingy. Soft music blasted through the heavy speakers while girls and guys walked around with little or no clothing. Some girls were being pounded by the bar, guys forcing their cocks down throats of successful women who paid good money to be dicked down. Sammy stood in an upraised stage, eyes scanning everywhere, keeping an eye out for trouble. As usual, she was in a parachute like suit. The white shirt three sizes too big, a jacket that looked like it once belonged to an obese man, and slacks that were outrageous as it were shapeless. But, as horrendous as her clothes were, they still failed to hide what she was endowed with. Her massive jugs strained against her ugly white shirt, nipples so fat and pointed that the jacket did a piss poor job hiding them. The loose slacks did nothing to hide her huge buttocks. They were so large

THIRD PERSON POV In the back room of the podium, Sammy's hands shook so badly as she undressed. The air felt thick, her ears clogged as the situation she was in dawned on her. The Rossi brothers were treating her like one of their paid whores. The escorts who respected her where going to see her naked, all respect as he knew it would be lost. She yanked her shirt off, her heavy breasts spilled out, jiggling in excitement at being kept out from the confined space. Then, she slid on the pink mesh top. The long sleeve of the top wrapped around her arms tightly, the hem stopping at her collarbone. Nothing covered her tits, just two pink heart shaped tapes covered her fat nipples. It wasn't enough, because part of her red nips still poked out. Todd took permission from the Rossi brothers, quickly coming to fetch her. He paced at the door, voice still rough from yesterday's beating. "The bosses are gonna love your upgrade, Sam. It'll be good for you, just watch. You need a li

THIRD PERSON POV The two female escorts that held Sammy's legs apart were fucking vicious, grinning from ear to ear, clearly pleased at what was happening to her. Their artificial nails dug harshly into her soft skin, yanking her legs further apart. Her thighs screamed, pussy lips stretched almost to the limit under everyone's hungry gaze. Sammy was soaked with oil, her cunt streaming constant cream juice. Cesare's voice boomed across the podium, inpatient that the male escorts were stalling. "Get on with it boys. Don't just fucking stand there. Make her scream!"The black male escort got to his knees between her thick spread thighs. He hooked his thick black fingers in her tiny thong, yanking it further away from her blushing snatch. Her full res cunt was now out, red pubic hair matted with squirt and cream. Her body shook, eyes filled with tears as she looked down at him. He leaned close, breathing in her musky scent before whispering to her. "Sorry, Sammy..."Before she coul

THE VIDEOCALLUM'S POV I stood in the kitchen doorway, frustrated that my laptop had died on me for the millionth time. There was a deadline for the spreadsheet at my workplace and now this gadget had to go and do this.Looking into the kitchen, Mira, my wife, was at the counter chopping vegetables, her back to me. Her tight ass swaying in her yoga pants enough to make my cock twitch. I really didn't want to ask her for anything, because she had been somewhat cold towards me for the past few months now. Always jumpy, answering my questions in short grunts, and I rarely saw her smile.It hurt so bad. It stung my heart to shreds."Babe?" I called out, keeping my voice light. "I need your laptop real quick. Mine's dead again."She didn't turn around, just shrugged one shoulder. "Sure. It's in the living room."That was it. No smiles, no laughter. No teasing like she always did when I told her my laptop had died on me. Sometimes, she would come to me, tits rubbing against my chest while