All Chapters of Dirty Pretty Things: Short erotica collections: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 2Cheryl's POVThe apartment was suspiciously quiet.It was a warm Thursday afternoon, sunlight slicing through my half-open blinds, and for the first time in over a week, the wall next door was completely silent. No thumping. No breathy “Ahh, Cal…” No headboard trying to punch through the drywall. But I knew he was home. I’d heard his deep voice earlier when he took a phone call on his balcony, that low timbre that always sent a stupid little shiver down my spine.Perfect.I’d gone dildo shopping like a woman on a mission two days ago and came back with exactly what I needed. I pulled the box from under my bed and unwrapped my new toy for the first time since I got it.And holy fuck, it didn't disappoint.It was massive. Almost twelve inches of realistic, veiny perfection. The skin-like silicone felt warm and soft to the touch, with a fat, bulbous head that flared out angrily and a thick shaft covered in raised veins that looked like they belonged on a real, throbbing cock. I

Chapter oneKatie's POV I don’t know if I can trust you with this, but I have a secret that’s been eating me alive. It isn’t something I’m proud of… but every time I remember it, my body betrays me. My thighs press together right now just thinking about it.It was supposed to be simple. Just one man. One of my husband’s friends – the one I’d been secretly craving for months.Paul had invited the guys over for a full day of college football. Derek, Mike, Chris, Ben, and the one I wanted most – Ryan. Tall, quiet, with those intense dark eyes and a body that looked like it was carved for sin. I’d caught him staring at me too many times to count, and I was tired of just imagining.So I created the perfect excuse.While Paul was getting dressed that morning, I “helped” him by bringing him a fresh cup of coffee… which I conveniently spilled all over his laptop. The one he needed for work. The screen went black instantly causing him to panic. He had a huge client presentation due Monday and

Chapter ThreeKatie's POVMy body was still convulsing, pussy fluttering and spasming around the two thick cocks stretching me to my absolute limit. Derek and Ryan groaned in unison, their shafts pressed tightly together inside my soaked, overfilled channel. Every tiny movement sent electric shocks through me. Mike’s cock twitched against my tongue, and Chris’s grip on my hand tightened as I kept stroking him through my orgasm.“Jesus Christ, she just squirted,” Derek panted beneath me, his hands digging into my ass cheeks to hold me in place. “Her pussy is milking us so fucking hard.”I could barely think. Tears of overwhelming pleasure streaked down my flushed cheeks. My thin white tank top clung to my sweaty skin like a second layer, my nipples aching and sensitive. The grey cotton shorts had long been kicked off somewhere on the floor. I felt filthy, ruined, and more alive than I had in years.They didn’t stop.Ryan pulled out of my stretched pussy first, making me whimper at the

Chapter TwoJacqueline’s POVI bolted.The second Ryan’s dark eyes lifted, I spun away from the doorway like I’d been burned. My bare feet barely made a sound as I flew up the stairs, heart hammering so violently I thought it would crack my ribs. I didn’t stop until I was back in my guest room, door locked, back pressed against the wood, gasping for air.He saw me. Oh God, he saw me.I slid down to the floor, thighs clenched tight, my soaked panties clinging uncomfortably. The image of his glistening cock stretching Angel, his face buried between her legs, kept flashing behind my eyes. I pressed my forehead to my knees, trying to breathe through the shame and the unbearable ache between my legs.Sleep came late and restless. I woke up multiple times, fingers drifting between my thighs before I caught myself and yanked them away.---The next morning, the kitchen smelled like fresh coffee and scrambled eggs. I hesitated at the bottom of the stairs, smoothing down my oversized t-shirt,

Jacqueline’s POVI waited until the house was quiet before going back downstairs. The silk robe brushed against my bare skin with every step, a constant reminder of how little I wore underneath. My nipples were still sensitive from earlier, and the ache between my legs hadn’t fully disappeared. I was determined. Ryan had pushed me away once, but I wasn’t going to make it easy for him tonight.The living room was empty. The TV was off, the lights dimmed. I checked the kitchen—spotless, no sign of him. My heart sank a little. I poured myself a glass of wine and wandered through the ground floor, the cool tiles under my feet doing nothing to calm the heat still simmering in my body. “Ryan?” I called softly, keeping my voice casual.No answer.I even peeked into the small gym room he used. Nothing. His car was still in the driveway, so he hadn’t gone out. Maybe he’d shut himself in the master bedroom to avoid me. The thought annoyed me more than it should have. After feeling his hard coc