All Chapters of Unheard Pleasures (Hot Erotic Story Collection): Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

**** By the fourth lesson, I was a mess before I even knocked on his door. I’d spent the whole week thinking about him. Not the math, him. The way his arm felt against mine. The low sound of his voice when he praised me and the way my body reacted every time he got close. I told myself I was being stupid. He was just doing his job. But the more I tried to push the thoughts away, the stronger they got. I wore something different this time. A short pleated skirt and a tight crop top that showed a sliver of my stomach. I never dressed like this for class. I don’t know why I did it for him. Maybe I wanted him to notice. Maybe, just maybe.. I wanted to see if he would. When Ryan opened the door, his eyes moved over me slowly. He didn’t say anything at first, but I saw the way his jaw tightened. “You look different today,” he said finally, stepping aside to let me in. I felt my face heat up. “I just… wanted to feel more comfortable.” He didn’t reply, he just closed the door b

After that night on his desk, everything changed. The “tutoring sessions” stopped being about calculus entirely. They became steamy, dirty, and completely addictive. I started showing up to every lesson with no panties, my pussy already wet and aching before I even knocked on his door. Ryan didn’t bother pretending anymore. The second the door locked behind me, he would grab me, push me against the wall, or bend me over the desk, and use me like I was his personal fucktoy. One lesson when he had me bent over the desk again, skirt flipped up, while he fucked me from behind so hard the entire desk shook. He kept one hand fisted in my hair and the other spanking my ass red while he slammed into me. “You’re not my student anymore,” he growled, buried deep inside me, his cock stretching me wider. “You’re my little fucktoy. Say it.” “I’m your little fucktoy,” I moaned, pushing back against him desperately. “Use me… please…” He fucked me harder, his hips slapping loudly against my ass,

I couldn’t stop thinking about her. All week -- every time I closed my eyes, I saw Elena leaning in that doorway and her robe slipping open, that dark nipple hardening in the cool air. The way she had looked at me. The way she had touched my arm and told me she was usually home alone. What the heck did she mean? But I told myself it was just a one-time tease. Rich married woman bored out of her mind, flirting with the delivery guy for a thrill. Nothing more. Then, three days later, her name popped up on my delivery app again. Same address,ofc,Same big order — two bottles of expensive red wine, sushi, and a few other things. My shift was almost over, but I took it anyway. My cock was already half-hard by the time I pulled into her driveway. I grabbed the bag and walked up to the door, my heart already beating fast I rang the bell. This time she answered almost immediately. Elena stood there in the same cream robe, but it was tied even looser than before. The necklin

The next morning I woke up with Elena’s taste still on my tongue and the memory of her cum-soaked pussy clenched around my cock. I couldn’t focus on anything. Not classes, not deliveries, not even the fact that I had just fucked a married woman raw in her own bed while her husband was at work. All I could think about was her, and the way she begged, and the way she squirted when I called her a cheating whore, the way she had smiled when my cum leaked out of her. My phone buzzed at 2:17 p.m. **Elena:** "" "Same order as yesterday. Come straight to the back door. Husband is gone until 8. Don’t make me wait."" "" My cock was hard before I even finished reading the text. I loaded the bag and drove to her house fast as I could. The second I pulled into the driveway, the back door opened. Elena stood there in nothing but a tiny black thong and one of her husband’s dress shirts, unbuttoned all the way. Her heavy tits were completely exposed, nipples already stiff. Her eyes wer

The bedroom door clicked shut downstairs as her husband left the house. That was my chance. I started to pull out, my cock still buried deep inside Elena’s dripping pussy, but she immediately reached back and grabbed my hip, stopping me. “No,” she whispered urgently, her voice hoarse and desperate. “Don’t pull out yet. I need one more. I need to cum with you inside me first. If you want to leave” I froze, heart still racing from the near-miss. Is she serious, this woman is going to kill me...! “Elena… he just left. We should-” She pushed back against me hard, forcing my cock even deeper into her. “Now, Tyler. Fuck me first. Make me cum again before he comes back.” The risk was insane, out of this world. Her husband could return any minute now. But the way she begged, and the way her pussy clenched around me,, I couldn’t resist anymore. Foolish cock wins again I grabbed her hips and started thrusting again, slow at first, then harder, deeper, fucking her so rough unt