Filth Files (an erotic compilation) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

~Becca I moved to Europe with the hope of getting funding for my new book. It was a modern take on cama sutra techniques that I thought would benefit the world. But the Czech republic was not what I expected it be. Right when I was about to give up on my search for a sponsor and go back to New York city, an opportunity came. But it was far from appropriate. I was told to "earn" my keep. Little did I know that would mean spending a night at one of the filthiest underground sex dungeons in the world. I stepped out of the freezing Prague streets and into a building that smelled like wet concrete and cigarettes. A man named Marek met me at the back. He was huge, with yellow teeth and a scar running down his cheek. He pointed to a rickety old elevator. The metal cage groaned as we went down into the basement."This is your office for the night, Becca," Marek said. His voice sounded like grinding gravel. He led me into a small, dim room with a single chair and a hole cut into the wood

~Ariana The house finally felt alive the second my feet hit the stairs. I practically flew into Uncle Bart’s arms. He caught me with a very hearty laugh, lifting me clean off the floor like I was still ten years old instead of a college student."I missed you so much!" I mumbled into his shoulder, squeezing his neck as hard as I could."Missed you too, kiddo," he said, grinning as he set me back down. Since he’s only a few years older than me, he’s always felt more like the big brother I never had. We’ve always been close. My dad stood a few feet away, looking at us with a huge smile. He pulled my mom close, kissing her cheek while they watched us. "Okay, Ari, let the man breathe," Dad joked, though he didn't actually move to stop us. "He just got through the snow. At least let him get his coat off before you tackle him again.""Okay, okay," I said slipping down from him then raising my hands in defeat. I stayed in the living room as long as I could, watching him. Bart sat on the

~JuliaThe house was too quiet. I knew the sound of my bedroom door opening. It was Finn.I didn't grab a towel. I stepped out of the bathroom completely naked. Water and sweat dripped down my body. I stood there and let the cool air hit my skin while I looked right at him.Finn stood by the bed. He looked frozen. His face turned bright red. He couldn't stop looking at my breasts and my legs. He didn't even try to leave."Are you looking for something, Finn?" I asked. My voice was calm and steady.He swallowed hard. "I... I thought Dad was here," he whispered. His voice shook."Your father is out until midnight," I said. I took a slow step toward him. "You knew that. You always know where he is."Three months ago, I married his father. He’s a billionaire, and this mansion is like a palace. Most of his kids are grown up and gone, but Finn stayed. He’s twenty, with that boyishly handsome face and a quiet, nerdy vibe. He’s the baby of the family and the closest to his dad.Ever since I m

~JuliaMiller laid down on the floor and his head was just beneath my ass. He spread my legs for access and began to lick my pussy while Finn's small cock was deep in my mouth, but my body belonged to Miller in that moment. He slid beneath me on the bed, his strong hands grabbing my thighs and pulling them further apart."Oh god, Miller," I moaned, the sound muffled by Finn as Miller buried his face in me.He didn't just lick; he used his tongue to fuck my hole, pushing deep and fast until I was sobbing with pleasure. The contrast was insane—Finn’s quiet, inexperienced shaking above me and Miller’s expert, hungry tongue below. I was soaking wet, my juices dripping onto Miller’s face as he worked me over.Once he had me screaming into Finn’s lap, Miller shifted. He moved lower, his tongue tracing a path to my ass. Finn watched with wide, terrified, and fascinated eyes as Miller began to tongue-fuck my back door. I gasped, my fingers digging into Finn's thighs for balance."Miller... p

I stood in the doorway, my heart hammering against my ribs. After twelve years with Ryan—a man who treated sex like a scheduled chore—being alone felt like a rebirth. He had been my first everything, but he was also my most boring. The payout from the divorce was massive, enough to buy this house and its cinema room, but it couldn't buy back the years of bland, uninspired bedroom sessions.My sheer pink robe felt like a second skin, and I knew exactly how I looked. My nipples were hard, straining against the thin fabric after an hour of watching high-def filth in the cinema room. My pussy was already throbbing, slick and ready.I looked at the boy on my porch. He was skinny, pale, and looked like he hadn't seen the sun in weeks. He was holding a scanner and staring at the swell of my breasts with wide, panicked eyes."What can I do for you?" I asked, my voice silkier than I intended."Umm..." He swallowed hard, his eyes glued to the dark circles of my nipples peeking through the pink