All Chapters of SIN SO SWEET : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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Riding A Cop—Police Cruiser

Ella's POVI sat at the back of the police cruiser with my wrists cuffed behind me, the chain short enough that my shoulders ached already. The metal was cold, but it warmed only where it touched skin.Officer Reyes, badge number 417, first name Mateo, though he never told me that… Sat in the driver’s seat, engine running, the cad radio crackling low with dispatcher chatter He hadn’t said much since he put me in here. “Hands behind your back. Legs apart. Stay still.” Normal routine. Sounded professional, except for the way his thumb had lingered a second too long when he clicked the cuffs shut.Now the car was parked behind the shuttered auto-parts store on the edge of town, far enough from the main road that few cars passed and headlights didn’t sweep over us often, close enough that anyone driving past could glance in and see silhouettes.He killed the headlights, and darkness surrendered us onlythe green glow from the dashboard and the occasional flash of blue from the light ba

Fucked In Both Holes—The Revenge

I never imagined my wedding planning would turn into a nightmare, but there I was, key in hand, unlocking the front door of our shared family home a week before the big day. Dad was away on a business trip, leaving me, my fiancé Jake, and my stepmom Lisa to handle the final details. Lisa had insisted on helping, like always the perfect picture of maternal support in her tight yoga pants and low-cut blouses. At 38, she was only eight years older than me, with curves that turned heads and a laugh that made everyone forget what they were saying. I never liked her a bit, not with the way she forced herself into my life, but I tolerated it for Dad's sake.The house was quiet as I walked in, save for muffled sounds from upstairs. I kicked off my heels, grabbed the vendor folders from my bag, and headed to the study. But as I passed the master bedroom… Dad and Lisa's room, the door was opened. A low moan stopped me cold. Curiosity? Suspicion? Whatever it was, I pushed the door open silently

Fucked In Both Holes—The Revenge

Lisa once mentioned her old flame, Victor… a hot 45 year old ex-cop, newly divorced, who lived nearby. He had a commanding presence that made women submit.I had “borrowed” her phone the day before, scrolling through texts to find Victor's number. I found late-night messages: *Miss that tight ass, babe. Come over soon.* I called him that afternoon, sounding as soft and vulnerable as possible.“'Victor? It's Emma, Lisa's stepdaughter. She's been acting strange lately… "urm distant. You know her better than most. Can we meet?”His voice showed concern. “Sure, kid. Coffee shop on Elm?”He agreed to meet me, although he was suspicious.At a seedy motel two days later—I waited in lingerie under a trench coat. Victor arrived, rugged in his 40s, broad and commanding. “She sent you?” his eyes widened, raking over me hungrily. “What the hell is this?”“Revenge,”I said, stepping close, my hands on his chest. “Lisa's fucking my fiancé. I know about you two. Fuck me instead—show me what she gets

Fucked In Both Holes —The Revenge

The wedding eve arrived like a storm cloud, the house buzzing with out-of-town guests chilling about the living room, sipping champagne, and chatting about recent trends. I played the perfect bride-to-be, laughing at jokes, but my mind was somewhere else. Earlier, I had drugged Jake and Lisa's drinks with a mild sedative… nothing harmful, just enough to make them groggy and weak enough to do my bidding. I texted them separately: “Meet me at the basement for a private talk. We need to hash this out before I walk down the ailse.”I watched them descend the stairs, sleepy-eyed, I was waiting with zip-ties and duct tape. Ryan and Victor at my sides me, both in jeans, shirts unbuttoned to show off their hot body. It was easy tying them to the sturdy chairs in the basement.They slowly began to realise theirselves, eyes widening in horror as the scene sunk in, they saw me with Ryan and Victor, both naked, cocks hard.I walked towards them, pulled off the gags over their mouths. “What the…

Deepthroat—The Court

Kelvin's POVThe clock above the jury-room door read 2:17 p.m. Fifteen minutes into the lunch recess. Twelve strangers locked in a windowless box with lukewarm coffee, half-eaten sandwiches, and the collective knowledge that one of us might send a man to prison for the rest of his life.Or not.The air conditioner rattled like it was dying. A woman in a peach cardigan kept reapplying hand lotion — the synthetic floral smell was starting to feel like a personal attack. The foreman, a retired accountant named Paul, was still trying to organize “structured discussion.” Nobody was listening.I sat at the far end of the long table, sleeves rolled, tie loosened, pretending to read the jury instructions for the tenth time.Across from me… juror number eight, Lena. Thirty-one, maybe. Beautiful, hot in her tight pencil skirt, her dark hair pulled into a low knot, navy blazer over a cream blouse that had one button straining every time she leaned forward, she was endowed in front. She h

Father In-law Breeds Me— The Match

I never thought watching a soccer match could turn into the hottest night of my life, but that's exactly what happened with my Husband's dad, Mark. Wilson, my husband, had bailed last minute… some work emergency that pulled him away just as the game was about to start. I was already at their house, dressed casually in shorts and a tank top, ready for our usual guys' night vibe, but now it was just me and Mark on the couch, the TV blaring with the pre-game hype.Mark was in his early fifties, but damn, he looked good. Tall, broad-shouldered, with those piercing blue eyes that always seemed to linger a second too long. He had been working out forever, and it showed in the way his t-shirt hugged his chest and arms. I caught myself staring more than once, but hey, who wouldn't? Wilson was hot, sure, but his dad had this mature, rugged charm that made my stomach flip.“Sorry about Wilson,” Mark said, handing me a beer from the cooler beside the couch. His voice was deep, hoarse, like he'

Father In-law Breeds Me— The Match

His mouth clung onto one nipple, sucking hard. I gasped, threading fingers through his hair, holding him there. His tongue flicked and swirled, teeth grazing just enough to sting. Pleasure shot straight to my core, making me wetter. I humped against him, desperate for his cock.“Patience,” he chuckled against my skin, switching to the other nipple. But his hands were busy too, unbuttoning my shorts, sliding inside to cup my ass under the fabric. His fingers dipped between my cheeks, pressing against the heat of my pussy from behind.I whimpered, kissing his jaw, his neck. “Mark, please…”“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, voice husky. One finger slipped under my panties, stroking my pussy lips.“Your fingers. Inside me.” I moaned.He obliged, pushing two in deep. I cried out, clenching around him as he pumped slowly, thumb on my clit. “So wet for me already,” he praised, curling his fingers to hit that spot. Stars burst behind my eyes; I rode his hand, chasing climax.The TV anno

CHEATING 101— How It started

My name is Tricia, and if you ask anyone who knows me, they'll probably say I'm the "good friend" type. The one who always shows up with snacks for movie nights, remembers birthdays, and never causes drama. Loyal to a fault. Especially to Sarah, my best friend.Sarah and I have been unbreakable since freshman year of college. We met in the dorm laundry room when she accidentally stole my favourite hoodie and then spent twenty minutes apologizing while I laughed so hard I almost peed my panties. From there, it was instant. Sleepovers that lasted entire weekends, sneaking into frat parties we had no business being at, crying on each other's shoulders after shitty breakups with tequila shots and bad rom-coms She was my person. Still is, in a way. Even now.Then Jonah happened.In sophomore year, spring semester. Sarah came bursting into our shared apartment one Friday night, cheeks pink, eyes sparkling like she'd won the lottery. "Tricia, you won't believe it. I met someone." She dragg

CHEATING 101— The First Slip

I still remember the exact moment I knew I was fucked in the good way and the bad way. Went I decided to leave my comfy apartment over to Jonah’s.Sarah had been gone less than three days. Miami was already posting stories: her in a tiny bikini, cocktail in hand, laughing with the girls under palm trees. Every time my phone buzzed with a new one, guilt stabbed me like a little knife. But the knife was dull, and the ache between my legs was sharper.I arrived his apartment. He opened the door in gray sweats and a black tee that hugged his chest just right. No shoes. Hair still damp from a shower, and smelled like cedar and soap. My stomach flipped so hard I almost turned around. He hugged me warmly, didn't miss that little tap on my ass.“I'm glad you came. getting cold. And the couch is empty without you.” He said, stepping aside.After last time. I wore the most unsexy outfit I owned, a baggy hoodie, leggings, and my hair in a messy bun. Like that was going to stop anything.We sat

CHEATING 101—The Park

My stomach twisted in that fun, naughty way as I snuck out the back door of Sarah's apartment. Best friends since forever, right? Shared secrets, clothes, and even crushes back in high school. But this? This was crossing a line thicker than the one between friendship and betrayal. Jonah, Sarah's boyfriend of two years, texted me again: “Meet me at the park. Bench by the fountain. Now.” Simple, bossy, and oh-so-tempting. I rolled my eyes at my reflection in the car window, I wore a short skirt, no panties, a top that hugged my curves just right. “What are you doing, idiot?” I muttered. But my pussy already tingled at the thought. Public? With my bestie's guy? Yeah, I was screwed. Literally, hopefully.The park was buzzing on this warm summer evening. Families picnicking, people jogging past, couples holding hands like they weren't hiding skeletons. I spotted the bench, fountain bubbling behind it, and there was Jonah, legs spread casually, his phone in hand. Tall, broad-shouldered,

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