All Chapters of Dirty (short stories): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 6Ethan’s eyes widened at my words. For a long moment he sat frozen on the couch, his body rigid with shock and something deeper. I watched the conflict play across his face — the good student and the nervous boy, clashing against the hunger I had seen flickering in his eyes since the bathroom incident. He started to pull back, shifting away from me on the cushion, his hand moving as if to create more distance between us.I didn’t let him.I leaned in closer, my fingers catching his chin firmly, holding him in place. His skin was warm under my touch. I closed the last inch of distance between us and pressed my lips to his. The kiss was soft at first, testing his lips. His mouth was tense beneath mine, lips closed tight, he kept stilla. I could taste the faint trace of the tea he had sipped earlier.He tried to back away again, pulling his head back slightly, but I kept my grip on his chin. Between the slow press of our lips I whispered against his mouth, my voice low and b

Chapter 8Ethan stood over me, his chest rising and falling heavily. The shy boy from my classroom was gone. In his place was someone raw and hungry, eyes locked on my body like he wanted to consume every inch. My sundress lay ruined around my waist, breasts fully exposed and marked from his mouth, nipples still hard and glistening. I lay on the sofa, legs spread around him, heart pounding so loudly I could hear it in my ears.He didn’t speak. He simply dropped to his knees between my thighs, hands sliding up my legs, pushing the torn fabric higher. His palms were warm and slightly rough as they gripped my inner thighs, spreading me wider. I shivered at the exposure. My panties were soaked through, the wet spot obvious. Ethan stared at it for a long moment, breathing through his mouth, before leaning in.He pressed his face between my legs, nose brushing against the damp fabric. He inhaled deeply, then groaned. The sound vibrated against me. Without warning he hooked his fingers in

Chapter 10Sophia’s eyes gleamed with lust as she pressed the buzzing dildo harder against her clit. The low hum mixed with the wet slap of Ethan’s cock driving into my pussy. He was fucking me with raw, desperate strokes now, his hips snapping forward, burying his thick length to the hilt over and over. Each thrust pushed me deeper into the sofa cushions, my torn dress bunched uselessly around my waist.I moaned loudly, my hands clutching his shoulders. Sophia watched us hungrily, her free hand squeezing one of her perfect breasts, pinching her nipple while she worked the vibrating toy between her legs. Her pussy was visibly wet, juices coating the dildo as she circled it around her swollen clit before pushing it inside herself with a throaty groan.“God, you two look so fucking hot,” she breathed, eyes fixed on where Ethan’s cock disappeared inside me.Ethan’s rhythm faltered for a second as he glanced at her. The sight of Sophia fucking herself with my dildo seemed to push him over

Chapter 12The knocking came again, sharp and impatient. “Elena? It’s Richard. I forgot to mention — the dean wants those forms submitted by Monday morning, no exceptions. And please remind your students about the attendance policy. I thought I heard voices in there. Everything alright?”We all froze. Ethan’s cock was still halfway in Sophia’s mouth, her lips stretched around his thick shaft. She had one hand wrapped around the base, stroking him slowly while her tongue swirled around the head. I stood there, blanket barely covering my torn dress, pussy still throbbing and leaking from earlier.I cleared my throat, trying to sound normal. “Yes, Richard. Just watching a movie with a friend. Thanks for the reminder. I’ll get them in on time.”There was a long pause. “Alright. Have a good weekend.”His footsteps finally retreated down the hallway. We waited until we heard the elevator ding before anyone moved.Sophia pulled off Ethan’s cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting h

Chapter 16Marcus closed the door behind him and locked it with a quiet click. He walked slowly toward my desk, holding his phone like a weapon. My heart hammered against my ribs.“I didn’t mean to spy,” he said softly. “I came by your apartment that evening to drop off the revised budget notes in person. I heard… noises. The window was cracked open. I looked. And I saw everything.”He turned the phone toward me. The photo was clearer than the one I had received — me riding Ethan, Sophia on his face, all of us lost in pleasure.Marcus leaned over my desk, voice dropping to a whisper.“I want in, Elena. I’ve wanted you for a long time. Tomorrow, after the sports festival, you, Ethan, and your friend Sophia will meet me at the old storage building behind the athletics field. Everyone comes. We finish what I watched. Then I delete every photo. No copies. No evidence. You have my word.”He straightened up, eyes dark with lust and something sharper.“Or I send this to the dean tonight.”I