Lahat ng Kabanata ng FIFTY SHADES OF FILTHY DESIRES: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

GregI’m deep in the game when Mom’s voice slices through the living room like she’s been waiting all morning to ruin my day.“Greg! Get off that couch right now!”I don’t even pause the game, my thumbs keep moving on the controller. “I’m busy,” I mutter.She walks in, already dressed in her work blouse and skirt, arms crossed tight. “Busy? You’ve been playing that stupid game since you woke up. I need you to go to Linda’s house and pick up my old photo albums, she’s had them for months.”I finally pause the game and look at her. “Can’t you just go get them yourself? Or ask her to bring them over? It’s burning hot outside.”Mom lets out a sharp breath, the kind she makes when she’s about to lose it. “I have an important meeting in twenty minutes, Greg, I can’t be late. You’re eighteen now, you can drive fifteen minutes across town without me holding your hand.”I sink deeper into the couch. “I did stuff yesterday, I took out the trash.”“Wow,” she says, rolling her eyes. “One chore in

GregMrs. Harper’s fingers stay tangled in my hair as I suck harder on her nipple. The sweet taste of coconut lotion mixes with the warmth of her skin. My mind is spinning. This is really happening, I’m in my mom’s best friend’s bedroom, topless, with her moaning under my mouth. I know I should feel guilty but all I feel is pure heat rushing through my body.“That’s it, baby,” she whispers, her voice thick and breathy. “Suck a little harder… yes, just like that, you’re making me so wet.”I move to her other breast, licking and sucking while my hands keep rubbing the lotion over her soft stomach. She arches her back, pushing her chest into my face. Her breathing gets faster and every little moan she makes sends electricity straight to my cock.She suddenly pulls my head back gently by my hair and looks straight into my eyes. Her cheeks are flushed pink.“Take my bikini bottom off,” she orders softly but firmly.My hands tremble as I hook my fingers into the thin white strings on her

RileyDad’s car finally disappears down the street and I stand by the living room window watching until the taillights are completely gone. My dad will be gone for two weeks on a trip and he pleaded with his best friend to stay with me for two whole weeks. My stomach flutters with excitement and nervousness at the same time. I have wanted this chance for so long, and now it is finally here.I run upstairs to my room and open my closet. After thinking for a minute, I chose the short black silk robe. I slide it over my naked body and tie the belt loosely, making sure it can open easily. The smooth fabric feels cool against my skin, especially over my hard nipples. I look at myself in the mirror, mess up my hair a little so it looks natural, and take a deep breath. Tonight I am not going to hold back.When the doorbell rings, I walk downstairs slowly, feeling the robe brush against my thighs. I open the door and there he is, Jay, dad’s best friend since college, forty-eight years old,

RileyI spent the whole afternoon thinking about him. The way he pushed me away in the kitchen this morning, the way his voice shook when he told me to stop, and especially the way his cock felt so hard under my hand. He is fighting so hard but I know he is losing, I can feel it.Around eight o’clock, I hear the shower running in the guest bathroom. My heart starts beating faster. This is my chance, I wait a few minutes, then quietly walk down the hallway. The door is not completely closed, steam is floating out into the hallway. I push the door open slowly and step inside.Jay is standing under the hot water, his back to me. Water runs down his broad shoulders and strong back. His body looks muscular, wide shoulders, narrow waist, and that nice round ass. When he turns around, he sees me and his eyes go wide with shock.“Riley!” he says loudly. “What are you doing here? Get out right now!”He quickly tries to cover himself with his hands but it is too late. I already saw everything

BreeI sit on the edge of my small couch in the apartment and stare at the letter in my hands. The rent is due in two days and I do not have the full amount this month. My job at the coffee shop pays just enough to cover food and basic needs but unexpected car repairs took the rest of my savings. At twenty two years old I moved to this city full of hope for a fresh start and now I feel the weight of my mistake pressing down on me. The landlord Mr Reynolds owns several buildings in the neighborhood and he always seems strict about payments. I know I need to talk to him soon before things get worse.I walk to the mirror and check my appearance one more time. My light summer dress hugs my body in a simple way that shows my figure.My long hair falls over my shoulders and my cheeks still carry a flush, I slip on my sandals and head downstairs to his office on the first floor of the building. The hallway is quiet, as I approach the door, I knock softly and hear his deep voice tell me to