All Chapters of Files of pleasure (an intimate compilation) : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

~Roberta "Robby! Robby, come here! Come see what Jake did!"Fiona’s voice shattered the tension in the kitchen. I gasped, my body jerking a little as Varney's thumb left my wet panties. I groaned internally, leaning back against the drawer to catch my breath.Everything my brother Jake did seemed to amuse her. Fiona had a massive crush on him, but I never knew what she actually saw in him. The boy hardly showers and he’s at the very bottom of our class. I guess it helped that the fool had solid abs and was a varsity athlete, which apparently blinded Fiona to everything else."Yeah—ah," I called back, my voice cracking slightly on the syllable.Varney moved away from me with lightning speed, stepping back toward the sink the exact second we heard hurried footsteps heading toward the kitchen door.That was how Fiona completely interrupted my session with her dad. I was absolutely furious, but I had to wipe the frustration off my face before she walked through the door. I put on a fak

~PaigeThe door slammed open with a deafening crack, and I scrambled backward across the floor, trying my absolute best to go deeper into the house. My heart was pounding like a hammer against my ribs. Last week it was our property getting smashed up, the week before that it was a bullet tearing through our living room window at midnight, and now it was a full-blown break-in."Where are you running to, princess?" Horace yelled, his heavy boots thudding against the floorboards as he cornered me and crouched over my trembling body.Dad came running out of his bedroom, his face pale and his chest heaving. "Hor... Horace... please..."I was shaking like a leaf on the floor. I watched in absolute horror as the heavily tattooed man stood up and slapped my father across the face. "Dad!" I screamed, finding my footing and running straight over to check on him as he stumbled backward.Before I could even touch him, Horace grabbed my arm with a grip like iron and flung me completely across th

~LatoyaI pushed through the front door of my mum’s penthouse in NYC, the heavy keys jingling in my hand. Before I could even kick off my shoes, a loud crash echoed from the upper floor. It sounded like a bunch of things were toppling over.I paused right at the door, my body going tense. "Shit," I groaned under my breath.I dropped the brown bag of groceries straight onto the floor. My eyes darted to the entryway table, landing on the Alabaster Bookend my dad had got me as a Christmas gift. It was solid and heavy. I grabbed it, gripping it tightly like a club, and started making my way upstairs, stepping as quietly as I could.I followed the weird, muffled noises straight to Benny's bedroom. My heart was pounding, thinking there was a robber inside. I didn't hesitate—I kicked the door wide open, ran into the room, and held the heavy weapon up, ready to swing."What the fuckkk..." I yelled, my voice trailing off as my jaw hit the floor.The weapon froze in my hand. There was no robber

~MonaI checked the address one more time on my phone screen. The building number and the luxury description matched the text exactly. I took a deep breath, adjusting the heavy cardboard boxes in my hands. I was dressed completely like a pizza delivery girl, exactly as I had been instructed to do.This was my first time doing a job like this. But at a pay of half a million dollars, I was absolutely determined to get every single detail right. I hadn't taken any chances. I had taken all my vitamins and poured gallons of cranberry and pineapple juice down my throat for the past week straight, just to make sure I tasted perfect for them.I walked past the doorman, who gave me a nod and a temporary access card. I slid it into the elevator slot and rode it all the way up to the rooftop penthouse.When the doors slid open, I stepped out onto a gorgeous rooftop with a massive glass sunroof. Even though it was the middle of the night, the entire place was perfectly lit. There was a sleek bar

~MonaMichael pulled me up from the floor, my legs shaking, and hoisted me right onto the luxury couch. He sat down and pulled me onto his lap, placing me directly on his hard cock. He started thrusting upward with heavy, powerful strokes while his large hand repeatedly spanked my bare ass."What a good little slut, oh, uh, fuck," he moaned, his chest heaving. "That feels so good. Look how tight your pussy is... my wife's used to be like that.""Ah, ah, ah, ah!" I moaned loudly as he increased his speed. "Oh, my... fuck! Yeah, yeah!""Take my cock, you whore," Michael growled, slamming his hips up harder. "You like that, don't you?"I nodded frantically, my vision blurring. "Yeah, yeah, uh-huh!"Suddenly, he gripped my hair and pulled it back until my scalp stung, forcing my head up so our eyes were lined up directly at each other."Open up," he commanded, pressing his fingers hard into my cheeks until my mouth was forced wide open.He spat directly into my mouth."Um, uh..." I groan