All Chapters of NAUGHTY FANTASIES (AN EROTICA COLLECTION): Chapter 81 - Chapter 88

Chapter 6The room spins. The mirrors reflect a dozen angles of my destruction, my tits bouncing, my throat bulging around the cock choking me, my cunt stretched obscenely around the monster fucking me into the mattress. The masked woman crawls up beside me, her fingers finding my nipple again, pinching until I whimper around the cock in my mouth. “Such a good little whore,” she purrs, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Taking it all like you were made for it.”I can’t answer. The blond man’s cock hits the back of my throat again, and this time, I swallow around him, my body betraying me. He groans, his grip tightening. “Fuck, yeah. Take it. All of it.” His words are a command, and I obey, relaxing my jaw as he fucks deeper, his balls slapping against my chin.Then the stocky man is there, his cock pressing against my ass. I tense, a muffled noise escaping me, but the man in my pussy laughs, his thrusts never faltering. “She’s tight back here,” he grunts, and I feel the slick

Chapter 2I stand at the center of the auction stage, my hips swaying just enough to make the black lace cling to my skin, the fabric so sheer it might as well not even wear anything. My fingers trace the edge of the glass in my hand, the ice inside clinking softly, Tonight’s crowd is bigger than usual. Men in tailored suits lean forward in their booths, their gazes hot and hungry, while a few women lounge on chaise lounges, their lips curled in amusement as they sip champagne. Then he walks in.I don’t see him at first. I feel him, the way the air shifts, the way the murmurs in the go a little bit quiet, My fingers tighten around the glass. When I finally let my gaze drift toward the back of the room, there he is, leaning against the wall near the private entrance, his broad shoulders nearly blocking the dim red light behind him. Dark suit, darker eyes.A shiver runs down my spine, but I don’t let it show.Lana whispers into my ear through the tiny earpiece hidden in my hair. “New

Chapter 4The inside is worse.. or better, depending on how you look at it. The air is thick with the scent of perfume and cigar smoke, the murmur of voices low and hushed, like a church where the congregation prays to different gods. The walls are lined with red velvet, the lighting dim, casting everything in a sultry glow. Everyone had masks on, feathers, lace, leather, gold. Some cover half the face. Others, like mine, leave only the eyes.I climb the stairs, my heels clicking against the marble, each step sending a fresh wave of anticipation through me. The second floor is worse. Couples pressed into alcoves, touching each other kissing. A woman in a silver mask is on her knees in front of a man in a Venetian plague doctor’s mask, her fingers twisting in his trousers. No one looks up as I pass. No one cares.The third floor is quieter. The door at the end of the hall is carved with orchids, their petals black as ink. My fingers tremble as I reach for the knob.It’s unlocked.Ins

Chapter 6I’m on my back again, my legs spread wide, a woman’s mouth sealed over my cunt while a man fucks my throat. The Client watches, stroking himself, his eyes dark with approval. “Look at you,” he murmurs. “Such a good little whore for us.” The praise sends another wave of heat through me, and I come with a choked cry, my hips bucking against the woman’s face.She doesn’t stop. None of them do.At some point, I’m on all fours, my dress nothing more than a scrap of fabric around my waist. The Client is behind me, his cock buried in my cunt, his hand fisted in my hair. “You like being used, don’t you?” he growls, his thrusts punishing. “You crave it.”“Yes,” I sob, because it’s true. I do. I need it.He pulls out suddenly, leaving me empty, and I whimper at the loss. But then he’s dragging me across the room, my knees scraping against the floor. A low table sits in the center, draped in black silk. On it, a woman lies on her back, her body naked and glistening, her wrists bound a