All Chapters of Unheard Pleasures (Hot Erotic Story Collection): Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Cum, sweat, and cheap whiskey--that’s all that I could smell. I was lying on my back in the middle of the destroyed hotel bed, completely broken. My pussy and asshole were both gaping wide open, red, swollen, and constantly farting out thick, chunky globs of the four men’s cum. The sheets underneath me were absolutely soaked in a disgusting mixture of semen, my squirt, and their piss. My face was plastered with multiple layers of drying cum, my hair was stiff and matted, and my tits were covered in bruises and bite marks. I couldn’t move. I could barely think. Marcus stood over me, stroking his thick cock slowly as he looked down at the filthy mess they had made of me. “Time to make you Shakafu, you worthless little whore,” he said with a wicked smile. I didn’t even know what that word meant, but the way they said it made my stomach turn. He grabbed my ankles and folded me in half like a pretzel, pushing my knees all the way back to my shoulders. My gaping pussy and assh

The joint was strong.Lisa could already feel it mixing with the edible she’d taken earlier, making her limbs feel heavy and her thoughts fuzzy around the edges. She giggled at something Ray said, even though it wasn’t that funny. And she honestly couldn't remember what he'd just saidVince leaned back on the large sectional couch, looking completely at home. “You got anything to drink in this big fancy house, sweetheart?”Lisa hesitated for a second, then nodded toward the kitchen. “There’s a minibar in the living room cabinet. My dad keeps it stocked.”Ray grinned and stood up. “Don’t mind if we do.”Before she could say anything, all three men were moving around her parents’ living room like they owned the place. Vince found the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of expensive whiskey. Karl grabbed glasses and Ray helped himself to ice from the freezer.They poured generous amounts and handed one to Lisa.“Come on, sit with us,” Vince said, patting the spot on the couch right between h

Lisa lay sprawled on her parents’ king-sized bed, legs still spread wide, pussy gaping and leaking a thick, creamy mess of four loads of cum. Her pussy a mess of cum and reckiness, her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath and her eyes highed from the weed, whiskey, and nonstop fucking. Vince stood at the foot of the bed, stroking his still-hard cock, looking down at her like she was nothing but a piece of meat. “We’re not done, sweetheart,” he said with a cruel smile. “The whole night belongs to us now. Every fucking hole. Understand?” Lisa could barely speak, but she nodded weakly. Ray grabbed her by the hair and yanked her up. “Say it, you little rich whore. Tell us whose holes these are tonight.” “They’re… yours,” she whispered hoarsely. Karl slapped her face leaving a red mark. “Louder!.” “They’re yours!” she cried out. Vince grinned. “Good girl. Now get on your back and spread those legs like the breeding slut you are.” They destroyed her for hours --

After Uncle Damion said those words in the hallway — “You have no idea how dangerous it is for me to be alone with you right now” — the atmosphere in the house changed completely. ******* He tried to fight it. For the next two days, he kept more distance. He spent more time working on his laptop in the guest room. He went for long runs in the morning. When we were together, he was polite, almost formal. But I could feel his eyes on me constantly I, on the other hand, couldn’t stop myself. I had wanted Uncle Damion for years. Ever since I was just fourteen and started noticing how his presence made my body feel warm and tingly. Now that I was eighteen and we were completely alone, something inside me had awakened. I wanted him, and badly. So I started pushing. I was curious to cross the lines I knew I couldn't cross or forbidden. I wore the tiniest clothes possible around the house. A white baby tee that barely covered my breasts and showed my underboob when I reached

The final days before my parents returned were pure madness. We couldn't control ourselves -- we were addicted-- and I LOVED IT!. Damion stopped holding back completely. He became possessive in a way that scared and thrilled me at the same time. He would grab me whenever he wanted — in the kitchen making breakfast (saying I am his breakfast), on the stairs, even while I was doing laundry. He fucked me like he was claiming ownership of my body "My little baby girl has grown to become a woman" He would say. One night, he took me so brutally that I lost control. He had me bent over the dining table, pounding my pussy from behind with deep, savage strokes. His hand was wrapped tightly around my throat as he railed me. The pressure built so intensely that when I came, my whole body convulsed. I squirted hard, and then I couldn’t stop it--I started urinating, a hot stream gushing out of me while he kept fucking me through it. “Fuck, look at you,” he growled, not slowing down for even