All Chapters of Filthy, Dirty Desires: An Erotica Anthology: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

PENELOPEEarly the next day, I knock on my sister’s bedroom door.“Coming,” she calls weakly before showing up a few seconds later. When she opens the door, she leans against it, resting her head on the wood.Her eyes are red and tired, a baggy t-shirt hanging on her frame. She looks like she needs at least a week’s worth of sleep. “Hey, Pen.” She yawns. “What’s up?”I glance behind her and into the room as subtly as I can, searching for Eli. Since I can’t see him, I assume he’s either in the bathroom or on the bed. The angle I’m standing doesn’t provide a direct view of the bed and I can’t exactly make my search for him obvious with my sister in front of me so I drop it.“Are you okay?” I frown, like I don’t already know the reason she looks like that.She shakes her head. “Battling a major hangover right now but I’ll be okay, don’t worry about that. Consequences of my poor decisions last night.” She laughs lightly. “What’s up? Did you need something?”I make a sad face. “I actually

ELI ELII haven’t been able to look Rose in the eyes since yesterday because I’ve been feeling like the world’s biggest cheat and it’s all because of her seductress of a sister and my moron dick that doesn’t know when to stay down. To make matters worse, I enjoyed it. Yes, I enjoyed fucking my wife’s younger sister and right from the moment I came, I’ve been thinking about doing it again. A bullet to the head would be too merciful. I’ve thrown myself into work to run away from the monstrous guilt eating at my insides but even with my arms aching from working non-stop and the sweat rolling down my body in rivulets, the thoughts of Penelope’s tight wet cunt still plague my mind, my dick desperate for another go and thus, fueling my guilt. Light footsteps approaching the barn have me pausing from the refilling the horse’s water buckets and looking up, my body

He doesn’t stop until he hits the back of my throat and my stomach upheaves as my gag reflex kicks in. I clench my fists as I struggle to tamp it down and Mr Kane hums his approval.“Get it nice and wet for me,” he orders, dragging a finger down my cheek in a move I’d consider reverent if I didn’t know better. “Spit on it, choke on it, I don’t care as long as you get it wet.”I follow his orders like a good little girl, at least that’s what he called me. I’m a submissive down to the bone and I’ve always had a thing for much older men who give orders and in turn take away your choices. Men who take without asking first.I spit on his cock, my stomach tightening with desire when I wrap my fingers around him and see that they don’t touch. He’s so fucking big, so huge, I know he’s going to split my insides if I let him fuck me but fuck, I’ve never wanted a cock buried in my pussy so damn much.Hollowing my cheeks, I take him into my mouth, bobbing my head while I stroke the remaining part

Two days later, I get a call that Mr Kane has asked specifically for me to babysit the twins again. Immediately I get the call, heat gathers low in my stomach as I’m transported back to that night and the unholy things he did to my body that have kept me up at night, tossing and turning in heat on my bed to the point I’ve had to bring myself off twice to thoughts of him. He wants me to babysit the twins my ass. He wants to fuck me.  At a price, no less. That just sweetens the deal for me. I deliberately select a flirty summer dress, wearing nothing but a thong under it for easy access then I order a ride and go over to Mr Kane’s mansion. All through while I babysit the kids, I keep looking around, trying to get little glimpses of him but he doesn’t seem to be home. If he is, then he’s staying away from the living room. I’m so strung tight with anticipati

FREDI knock on the front door of the house for what has to be the seventh time, beginning to get frustrated.I’ve been standing out here for almost ten minutes and no one has answered the fucking door yet. I consider turning around and leaving but an image of my wife’s angry face should I return back home empty handed flashes through my mind and it keeps me rooted in place.My impatience gets the best of me and I twist the door knob, surprised to find it open.“Florence?” I call as I shut the door behind me, walking deeper into the house. I’m beginning to suspect that no one is home but if that’s the case, it doesn’t make sense that they would have left the front door open.Someone has to be inside this house, I know it. Because my wife’s parents may be a lot of things but careless isn’t one of them.The lights in the living room are all turned off and the TV is on but muted, confirming my suspicion that someone is inside the house. But where the hell are they?I have to meet up with