All Chapters of Filth Files (an erotic compilation) : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

~Jenny"I don't care if you think it's stupid, Jenna. I have three loads of laundry, a house to clean, and your father is coming home early for dinner," her mom snapped, wiping her soapy hands on a kitchen towel. "Take your brother to the mall, get the photo with Santa, and don't come back without it."Jenna let out a groan that was loud enough to rattle the windows. She was seventeen, wearing oversized headphones and baggy jeans, and the last thing she wanted to do on a Saturday afternoon was stand in a line that smelled like wet winter coats and toddler spit. "This is literally social suicide," Jenna muttered, grabbing her car keys off the counter. "What if someone from school sees me? I’ll be the girl hanging out at the North Pole display like a loser.""Then be a loser with a happy brother," her mom said, pointing toward the living room where six-year-old Toby was already jumping up and down, wearing a ridiculous festive sweater with a reindeer whose nose actually blinked."Come

~MistyThe crinkle of the paper on the exam table sounded really loud in the hospital room. I sat there in my thin paper gown, feeling the cold air conditioning of the clinic hitting my bare thighs. My boyfriend, Grey, was sitting in the corner chair, leaning back and scrolling through his phone. He was just there for moral support, but honestly, he looked bored."He should be in here any second," Grey said without looking up. "Just a routine check-up, Misty. Relax."I tried to relax, but my heart was thumping against my ribs. Then the door opened and Dr. Vance walked in, and my breath hitched. He wasn't the old, balding man I had imagined. He was tall—at least six-foot-two—with broad shoulders that filled out his white lab coat perfectly. His hair was dark and swept back, and he had these piercing hazel eyes that seemed to look right through my gown. He was incredibly handsome, the kind of man who belonged on a billboard, not in a sterile clinic."Good morning, Misty. I’m Dr. Vanc

~BeccaI stormed into my room frantically searching for my pen vibrator. I was pissed. Tim had done it again. Tim was my boyfriend, the pastor’s son, and he was obsessed with "waiting for marriage." We had just been making out at his place, and I was so hot and bothered I practically begged him to just use his fingers on me. "I don't want to go to hell, Becca," he had said, pulling away like I was covered in or something. I didn't care about hell; I just cared about the throbbing ache between my legs. I had stormed out of his house so fast his parents probably thought the devil was chasing me.I ripped open my nightstand drawer and grabbed my silver pen vibrator. I clicked the button, desperate for that buzzing relief, but nothing happened. "Shit!" I groaned, throwing the dead toy onto the rug. I was so horny I felt like I was going to explode. I stripped off my jeans, leaving me in just my tiny lace panties. I grabbed my phone, opened Pornhub, and propped it up against my headboar

~Becca I found it really hard to accommodate all of him. He was just too big. My jaw was aching, so Mummy leaned down and started massaging my face, pushing my cheeks in to force my mouth open even wider. "That’s it, Becca," she whispered, her voice sounding dark and excited. "Open up. Take all of Daddy’s huge cock inside your mouth. You have to learn to be a good girl.""Uh... uhh... gugugu!" I made those choked sounds as I tried to pull him in. But Daddy didn't wait for me to get used to it. He gripped the back of my head and pushed even deeper. I could feel the thick, blunt head of his cock hitting the very back of my throat. It felt like I was being plugged. My mouth was overflowing with saliva, and I couldn't swallow. My eyes went wide with the pressure, and warm tears started falling down my face. I reached up, trying to place my hands on either side of his muscular thighs because I literally couldn't breathe. I needed air.But Mummy wasn't letting me move. She grabbed both

~SandyTrevor grabbed me by the waist. He threw me over his broad shoulder like I was nothing but a sack of flour. As he carried me out of the office, his large hand came down hard on my bare ass. "Bad girl," he growled. I couldn't help it; a shaky, high-pitched giggle escaped my lips. The thrill of being handled like this by him was making my head spin.He marched straight down the hallway and into my dad’s bedroom. He threw me onto the center of the large king-sized bed, and I bounced against the duvet. Before I could even flip over, he grabbed my hips and yanked me into a doggy-style position, my chest pressed against the pillows and my ass high in the air.I heard his belt hit the floor, and then, without a single word of warning, he shoved the entire length of his big, thick cock into me. "FUCK! TREVOR!" I yelled, my fingers clawing at the sheets. The sheer size of him was overwhelming. He was so much bigger than I had imagined, stretching my tight, virgin walls until I felt l