All Chapters of FIFTY SHADES OF FILTHY DESIRES: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The heavy, satisfied haze still clung to me as I lay completely naked in the middle of my matrimonial bed, chest rising and falling in slow, contented breaths. Eleanor rested beside me, equally naked, her full breasts pressed against my side and one leg draped lazily over mine. Her fingers traced idle patterns across my stomach, occasionally brushing the base of my softening cock, which still glistened with the both of us combined. The room smelled unmistakably of sex…. a thick, musky blend of sweat, her lavender soap, and the unmistakable scent of her pussy mixed with my cum. I could feel the warm trickle of what I had left inside her slowly leaking onto the sheets beneath us.We hadn’t spoken much in the aftermath, content to bask in the forbidden afterglow. The guilt was there, lurking at the edges of my mind like an unwelcome guest, but it felt distant, muted by the sheer intensity of how perfectly her body had taken me. Eleanor’s pussy had been everything my wife’s recent cold

The sun had shifted lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over the yacht’s deck as the three women continued their slow, relentless teasing. My body glistened with a light sheen of sweat, every muscle tense from the hours of careful edging they had subjected me to. My cock throbbed painfully hard, the head flushed dark and leaking steadily onto my stomach. Victoria, Elena, and Lila moved around me with confident grace, their own bodies flushed and aroused from the way they had pleasured each other in front of me. Their bikinis and swimsuits had long since been discarded, leaving their full breasts, curved hips, and glistening pussies on full display.Victoria straddled my chest first, facing away from me so that her wet pussy hovered just above my mouth. “You always loved eating me out when we were together,” she said with a sarcastic little laugh. “Let’s see if you still remember how.” She lowered herself slowly, pressing her dripping folds against my lips. I licked her eage

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different from mine. Rough yet everything I want. I lose my balance as he slips two fingers into my wey pussy. My toes curling hard as my breath quickens. Fuck yes. He breaks the kiss, thrusting his fingers inside me. The pad of his thumb grinding my clit all at once. I grip the edge of the closest table to st

Bethany My heart pounds faster and my skin feels so hot.He stands in front of me. His shirt is wrinkled and his pants are up now but his belt isn’t fixed. His hand drops to his side.“Close the door, Bethany,” he growls, his eyes on me. “Or leave. Pick one now.”I look at his mouth when he says my name. I think of how he said it before when he thought he was alone.I turn around and close the door, I know what I want. He breathes out like he was holding it.“I’m 19,” I say again. My voice shakes. “Just do it.”“And I’m your professor?” he asks. “Look, I'm sorry you saw me and how I moaned your name but that's it.”“You’re Jack,” I say. “That’s who you were when your eyes were shut.”His jaw works, then looks at the folder on the chair, then at me.“You don’t know what you’re asking,” he says.“I do. I’m not lying. I don’t know everything. But I know I want this. “I wanted it since the first day of class when he talked about Caesar and looked at me for too long.“You walk in here,”

Amelia Mr. Thorne stands there, tall and imposing, while he strokes himself with a slow rhythm. I can't even look away if I wanted to, and honestly, part of me doesn't want to. My heart is still pounding against my ribs from what just happened, my breath is shaky. He looks at me, his eyes dark and hungry, and he reaches out with his free hand to grab the back of my neck."Stand up, Amelia," he says, his voice sounding rough.I stand up, my legs feeling a little bit like jelly, and he pulls me toward him. I’m still half dressed, my blouse hanging open and my skirt hiked up a bit, and when he pulls me against his chest, I can feel the heat of his skin through my thin lace bra. He leans down and kisses me, not a soft kiss at all, but something hard and demanding that tastes like he wants to swallow me whole. I find myself kissing him back, my fingers digging into his shoulders, trying to find some kind of balance."You've been driving me crazy for months," he mutters against my li