Lahat ng Kabanata ng Welcome To Sodom: Stories Of Depraved Desires : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Take every drop from Mommy’s tits (1)Taimana's POV I never meant for any of this to happen. I swear on it in my life. But the moment my pregnant body started betraying me, the darkness took over and dragged us both under.My name is Taimana. I’m thirty-four years old, married to Mark for five years, and six months pregnant with his child. Mark gives me the big house, the luxury car and the life most women dream about. He also leaves me alone for weeks at a time while he chases deals across the country. Deals that make him leave me here with his nineteen-year-old son, Ethan—the boy who has lived under our roof since the day I said “I do.”Tonight Mark was gone again, he was somewhere closing another million-dollar contract. I stood in the master bathroom, lights too bright, my silk nightgown clinging to my damp skin. My breasts had betrayed me early. They were huge now, heavy with milk with veins visible under the stretched skin. Two dark, wet circles had soaked through the fabric ov

Taking My Big brothers’ cock (1)Kathy's POVI never should have moved in with them.The moment I stepped through the front door of the sprawling modern house with my two suitcases, I felt it—the heavy, predatory energy rolling off Darren and Dickson like a storm about to break. My twin stepbrothers. Twenty-two years old, identical in every devastating way: tall, broad-shouldered, dark-haired, with piercing green eyes that seemed to strip me bare before I even said hello. I was Kathy, nineteen, painfully shy and still blushing at the thought of being looked at too long.Dad and their mom had married last year, making us family. But family didn’t look at you the way they did. Family didn’t let their gazes linger on the way my tight little sundress hugged my perky C-cup tits and flared over my round ass. Family didn’t smirk like they already owned every inch of your virgin body.“Welcome home, little sis,” Darren purred the first night, his deep voice sliding over my skin like warm oil.

MILF (1)VIVIAN'S POVI never planned to corrupt the boy next door but when I caught him watching me through the window that warm summer evening, something dark and hungry stirred inside me.I'm a freshly divorced woman and finally free after twenty years of a stale marriage. My body had changed with age in all the right ways — full, heavy breasts that still sat high, wide hips, and a round ass that swayed when I walked. I kept myself in shape with yoga and long swims in my backyard pool. Tonight, I had slipped out of my bikini top after a late swim, letting the warm air kiss my bare skin as I lounged on the deck chair, my nipples tightening in the breeze, dark and sensitive.I felt his eyes before I saw him.The house next door belonged to the Parkers. Their son, Ryan, had just turned nineteen and come home from college for the summer. He was tall, lean, with messy brown hair and shy blue eyes that always darted away when I waved at him over the fence. He was sweet and innocent and

Pussy Owner (1)Rita's POV I never thought I’d actually say the words out loud.Vincent and I had been married for eight years. Our sex life had grown comfortable, then predictable, then almost nonexistent. What kept the spark alive in secret was his fantasy — the one he whispered to me late at night while his cock was buried inside me. He wanted to watch another man take me and not just any man but best friend, Hilton.Hilton was everything Vincent wasn’t in the bedroom: tall, commanding, broad-shouldered, with a deep voice that made my stomach flutter whenever he spoke. He had always been polite around me, but I’d caught the way his eyes lingered on my body when Vincent wasn’t looking. The hunger was there, barely hidden.Tonight, after too much wine and another round of Vincent’s desperate begging, I finally gave in.We were in our bedroom. Vincent sat in the chair beside the bed, his phone already recording, his face flushed with nervous excitement. I stood in front of him wearin

Silas & Sister Mary (1) Mary's POV I never meant to break my vows so quickly.My name is Sister Mary. I’m nineteen years old and the youngest novice at the remote monastery. For three months I had tried to lose myself in prayer, in silence and in the heavy folds of my white habit. But every time Silas, the groundskeeper, walked past me in the courtyard, my heart stumbled and a forbidden warmth bloomed low in my belly.Silas was not a monk. He was a tall, broad-shouldered man in his late thirties with rough, soil-stained hands and dark hair that always looked slightly tousled from the wind. His deep voice carried quiet strength, and whenever his eyes found mine, they seemed to see straight through the modest fabric covering my body.Tonight, after vespers, I went into the chapel gardens to pray alone. Everywhere was dark except from the slight illumination that came from the eerie moon. I knelt on the stone bench, my rosary beads clicking softly between my fingers, but my mind refuse