Filth Files (an erotic compilation) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

~Kayla I sat at the kitchen island, staring into my coffee. Liam was sitting across from me. He was a finance bro and a total nepo baby. He was handsome in a soft way, but he was too vanilla for me. Right now, he was talking about the stock market. His voice was a dull drone in the background. I wasn't listening to a word about stocks. Instead, I was drowning out his voice with the memories of last night. My mind too me back to the underground sex club. I could still hear the heavy moans from all those horny people fucking each other freely. I remembered the sight of all those huge, thick, long cocks. I wanted to ride them so badly I could feel a throb between my legs. But I couldn't. I had to stay loyal to Liam. "Kayla? Are you even listening?" Liam asked. He looked so innocent. He thought a wild night was ordering extra spicy takeout. He would never understand my fantasies. He would never understand my need to be pushed down and dominated. Suddenly, my phone buzzed on the coun

I felt so good but so bad. My body was still humming from what Nath did. The worst part was that I didn't feel guilty. Nath was everything I wanted in a man, but I loved Liam too much.My phone buzzed. Liam: [Dinner tonight baby. I have reservations.] Then another text came. Nath: [Are you home yet?]I took a deep breath. Then I blocked Nath's number. I was getting married soon. I could not keep doing this to Liam. It had to end now.I went to the bathroom. I took a long, hot shower. I scrubbed my skin to get his smell off me. I wanted to feel clean again. After the shower, I went to my closet. I picked out my sexiest outfit. I put on a tight black dress and high heels. I wanted to look beautiful for my fiancé.Dinner was quiet and sweet. I was very patient with Liam. I listened to every word he said about his day. I smiled and flirted with him. I acted just like I did when we first started dating. Liam looked so happy. He kept reaching across the table to touch my hand.When we got

~KaylaI felt the air leave the room. My chest was so tight I thought I would collapse. Tears blurred my vision as I looked at Liam. He looked so small, standing there with the wilted lilies and the wine he’d bought for a woman who didn't deserve him."Liam, baby..." I choked out, reaching a hand toward him."Don't baby me! Don't fucking baby me, Kayla!" he roared. His face was a mask of agony. He heaved, his shoulders shaking with the weight of the betrayal. "You think I’m an idiot? You think I didn't hear you say his name when we were fucking? I thought I was imagining it. I told myself I was crazy."Nath’s grip on my hip tightened. He turned his head toward me sharply, a predatory smirk playing on his lips. "You said my name, Kay? Right when he was inside you?" He chuckled, a dark, vibrating sound. "You're a bad little girl, aren't you?"Nath didn't care that Liam looked like he was going to throw up. He relished it. He wanted to break Liam down until there was nothing left.That w

I woke up to the sound of a van. Stan kept his word. I scrambled and put some clothes on. I loved sleeping naked so I could finger myself when I had the chance. I put on my red silk robe and tied it in a bow. My boys parts were already visible. It didn't help that the robe was see-through. I peeked through the curtains and watched the plumber stepped out of the van onto the sidewalk. He was a huge Black man. He was tall, handsome, and built like a tank. He walked to my door and rang the bell. I froze. My heart dropped into my stomach. My knees felt weak. I tried to act normal and opened the door.He towered over me. He had an intimidating, arousing aura. I gulped."Stan called," he said with a thick baritone. "He said a woman named Piper needed my expertise. I assume that's you. Call me Devon."He held out his hand. I was too stunned to speak. My brain was already picturing us in every position possible. I adjusted my glasses and finally took his hand."Yes, I am her. Thank you f

~Mckenna My basement, the only place in this house where I can actually breathe. The walls are completely soundproofed, which is a necessity for my line of work. I’m nineteen now, and after a year of doing this, I’ve turned my workspace into a high-tech sanctuary.My setup is professional. Three large ring lights surround me, washing my skin in a soft, perfect glow that hides any flaws.A high-definition camera sits on a sturdy tripod, capturing every move I make for the hundreds of men currently watching me live. My monitors are filled with a scrolling chat of thirsty comments and a constant stream of digital tips.I’m sprawled out on my velvet filming bed, completely exposed. In one hand, I have a powerful wand vibrator pressed firmly against my clit, the high-frequency buzz making my whole body hum. But the real star of the show is my double-headed dildo. It’s made of heavy, textured purple silicone, covered in deep ridges and realistic veins.One end is buried deep in my pussy, s