All Chapters of Forbidden Desire: A Collection Of Short Erotica Stories : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I stayed on my knees a moment longer, cum and spit still slick on my lips, my pussy throbbing from his rough fingers. Mr. Harlan had already walked out, leaving me alone in the big empty house with nothing but his orders ringing in my ears: be naked and waiting by the time he got back. The day dragged on slow and filthy in my head. Every time I bent to dust or mop, I felt the ghost of his hand cracking across my ass. My short dress kept riding up, and I kept catching myself reaching between my legs to feel how wet I still was. By noon I was dripping down my thighs just thinking about his cock slamming down my throat again. At five o’clock I finally gave in. The house was quiet, so I turned on the big TV in the living room and pulled up the nastiest video I could find—some rough scene with a girl getting her face fucked while her ass got spanked red. I hiked my dress up, spread my legs on the couch, and shoved two fingers straight into my soaked pussy. "Fuck, sir," I moaned out

I pushed back harder onto his thick cock, the slap of his hips against my ass echoing in the tiny bathroom. My head spun from the whiskey, but the way he stretched my pussy felt too good to stop. "Fuck me harder," I moaned, gripping the sink. "Make me forget everything." He slammed deeper, grunting as his fingers dug into my hips. "Your cunt's so tight and wet. That cheating husband of yours is missing out on this slutty pussy." The pleasure built fast, but I needed more. I twisted my head, panting. "Let's go to my house. I wanna watch my husband's face when he sees he's not the only one who gets to cheat. Drive me there and fuck me in front of him." He pulled out with a wet sound, slapping my ass. "Fuck yes. Let's ruin him." We dressed in a rush, my dress barely covering my soaked thighs. Outside, the bar stares followed us as he led me to my car. I slid into the driver's seat, lightheaded but horny as hell. He got in beside me, and before I even started the engine, his

I leaned in closer, my grin turning wicked as my hand slid down his chest and under the waistband of his jeans again. His cock was still slick from my mouth, half-hard but thickening fast under my fingers. I wrapped them around the shaft and gave it a slow stroke, feeling it pulse back to full thickness. My hips shifted, grinding my soaked pussy against his thigh through my skirt, the friction sending sparks up my spine. "Fuck, I need you inside me right now," I whispered hot against his ear, my voice low and urgent. "I want you to fuck me in this seat, baby. Slow and deep, while everyone else watches the movie. Don't let them hear a thing. Just shove that thick cock in my pussy and fill me up without anyone knowing." His breath caught, and his hand gripped my thigh hard. "You're serious? Here? With all these people around?" he hissed back, but his cock twitched in my fist, growing rock hard again. "Yes, right here. Pull my panties aside and fuck me. I need it bad." I gro

I pull the thin curtain aside just enough to let the silver glow of the streetlamp spill into my room, the soft hum of the city a distant backdrop to the wet, slick sounds drifting from next door. My heart thuds against my ribs as I press my palm flat against the cool glass, feeling the vibration of his thrusts through the pane. The sight that greets me is enough to make my breath hitch: his broad back flexing, muscles rippling with each powerful drive, his hips snapping forward as the blonde on top of him grinds down, her big tits bouncing in a rhythm that matches the slap of flesh on flesh. She’s riding him hard, her thighs clenched around his waist, her head thrown back as she moans, a filthy, needy sound that curls around the night air. “Fuck… yes, just like that,” she gasps, her voice raw and eager. “You feel so deep inside me, I’m gonna cum all over your cock.” Her words are dirty, unapologetic, and they send a fresh spike of heat straight to my clit. I can hear the w

I pushed the heavy glass door of the boutique gym open, the cool air conditioning hitting my flushed cheeks as I stepped inside. The scent of rubber and sweat mingled with a faint hint of citrus from the cleaning spray, and the low hum of treadmills and weight plates created a steady backdrop.I glanced around, spotting the familiar row of mirrored walls and the sleek black equipment that lined the open floor. My heart gave a little jump when I saw him standing near the free‑weight area, his towel draped over his broad shoulders, a water bottle in one hand and a clipboard in the other. He looked up as I approached, his dark eyes locking onto mine with a smile that was both professional and, I couldn’t help noticing, a little too knowing.“Hey there,” he said, his voice low and warm, the kind of tone that seemed to vibrate just beneath the surface. “You must be Maya. I’m Jake. Ready to get started?”I nodded, trying to keep my breathing steady. “Yeah, let’s do it.” I slipped off my sn