บททั้งหมดของ 100 Nights of Forbidden Fire : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Seducing Stepfather.KIRA'S fingers delved deeper, finding the slickness already coating her. Her breath hitched, a small, wet sound swallowed by the quiet apartment. She arched her back slightly against the rough fabric of the couch, eyes fixed on the door, a silent countdown ticking inside her. Each stroke of her middle finger against her clit sent a shiver through her, a needy tremor that settled low in her belly. She imagined him, the heavy thud of his boots on the stairs, the jingle of keys. Her clit throbbed, a demanding pulse mirroring the anticipation that coiled tight in her gut. She was wet, so wet, a warm, insistent dampness spreading between her legs.The click of the lock, then the creak of the door. Don. Kira’s hand froze for a split second, then resumed its rhythmic pressure, her eyes widening, a challenge in their depths. She watched him, frozen in the doorway, his briefcase still in his hand, eyes locked on her. Her skirt was hiked up, a dark fabric bunched around h

I Like Being Fucked Everywhere IITHE forest path was quiet and the only sound one could hear was the crunch of leaves under my boots and the distant call of a bird. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine. My short ripped denim shorts left little to the imagination, and my thin tank top clung to my nipples, which were already hard from the chill. I saw him then, a lone figure sketching by a fallen log. He had dark, messy hair and intense green eyes, focused on his pad. A canvas sat beside him, half-finished, a wild landscape.I walked closer, deliberately making noise, letting my hips sway. He looked up, his eyes meeting mine. A slow smile spread across my face.“Beautiful day for art,” I said, my voice light, airy.He nodded, his gaze lingering on my body. “And for… inspiration.” His voice was soft, melodic, but his eyes held a predatory glint.I giggled, a breathy sound. “Am I inspiring you?” I leaned against a tree, crossing my legs, drawing attention to

Hungry For My Boss IThe elevator doors opened to reveal a woman, unsteady on her feet, but had a stoic expression on her face that said she was a woman on a mission. Mara had sworn that she would never step foot again on this floor, but with the way her body was vibrating with an unfamiliar energy, she knew she wouldn't last a second in her own office. She stopped in front of his office... Roy’s office door, made from dark wood was imposing and solid, but she didn’t knock. She pushed it open with the remaining strength she could muster.Roy looked up from his desk, a frown etching lines between his brows. His gaze, sharp and assessing, swept over her, lingering on the way her silk blouse strained across her chest.“Mara? What are you doing here?” His deep throaty voice did nothing to quell the insistent thrumming between her thighs. It only intensified it.A laugh, brittle and a little too loud, escaped her. “What? A girl can’t visit an old friend?” Her words felt thick, clumsy, n

Taking A Big Black Cock IThe bourbon burned a sweet trail down my throat, a familiar comfort. He sat opposite, dark eyes tracing the curve of my bare thigh where my skirt rode high. I loved the way the silk of my thigh-highs felt against my skin. Sarah, bless her, had just made her excuses. "I'm heading out, girl. You two look like you've got this." She winked. Mandy, you slut, my mind whispered."So," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Mandy.""Yeah," I breathed, swirling the ice in my glass. My fingers tingled. I felt exposed, in the best way."You look like you know how to have a good time." He leaned closer, his scent, something musky and clean, filling my senses. His hand, warm and calloused, brushed my knee, then slid up, just under the hem of my skirt."I do," I managed, my voice a little husky. My pussy already throbbed, a familiar ache. The heat from his touch spread, consuming me."Good." His thumb stroked the soft skin of my inner thigh. "How about we find a better pl

Playing Out Husband's Fantasies IIt wasn't my fault. It was my husband's fault when he said something that stuck to me. "Sometimes, seeing me act a little slutty, it was a real turn-on." From then on, I played to his fantasies. Dressed and acted a little slut around the house. We started talking more about what turned us on and our sex life picked up. That was an understatement.He fantasized about men fucking me. So I started doing the same. I’d have him lie on his back and tell him while he was gone all day, someone fucked my brains out. Or a group of men took me, or how sore and stretched my pussy and ass were. So I’d sit on his face, make him kiss and lick my "used" ass and pussy. I’d make him beat off because I was too sore for him to fuck me. That really got him off a lot of times.And they were just fantasies, he always said that. But I wondered... first, these fantasies started turning me on too, and second, I saw how much it excited my husband. What if he wanted these fant