Lahat ng Kabanata ng Welcome To Sodom: Stories Of Depraved Desires : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Beg For Daddy's Cock (1)Emilia's POV My heels clicked unsteadily across the marble lobby as I clutched the half-empty bottle of champagne like it was my lifeline. Tears burned hot tracks down my cheeks, smearing the mascara I’d carefully applied only hours earlier for what was supposed to be a celebration but instead, I had walked in on my fiancé who was my supposed future husband—moaning underneath his male best friend, their bodies tangled in our bed like I was the intruder.“Emilia, wait, it’s not what it looks like,” he had gasped, but we both knew it was exactly what it looked like. He had used me as a pretty cover for years.I couldn’t breathe in that room, so I ran. I ran straight to the luxury hotel where the business conference was being held, the one my father had forced me to attend for “networking.” I drank until the pain blurred into a warm and dizzy haze. Now everything felt too bright and too loud, and my body swayed with every step.I fumbled with the keycard I’d gra

Daddy's Good Girl (1)Bethel's POV When the gates closed behind me, a strange mix of fear and determination settled in my chest. At twenty-one, I had never known life beyond those walls. My days were filled with prayers, hymns, and simple chores but now that I had to step into the outside world because the orphanage needed funds, and this job was my only chance to help.I clutched my small suitcase tighter as the cab pulled up to the address the agency had given me. The mansion was like a palace I was never meant to enter. My modest gray dress suddenly felt too plain and too concealing, yet my cheeks burned at the thought of anyone seeing more.A kind older woman named Mrs. Hargrove met me at the servants’ entrance and showed me to a modest room in the staff quarters that was clean and simple, with a single bed and a small window overlooking the gardens. “Mr. Vale is particular,” she warned gently. “Keep your head down, do your work quietly, and you’ll be fine. He’s not home yet, but

I Need Your Cock (1) Abby's POV The music from the club boomed as I pushed open the door to the VIP bathroom. My head was spinning from too many shots of tequila and my short silver dress was riding up my thighs with every unsteady step I took. I rarely let loose like this, but tonight I needed to forget the stress of my dead-end job and the string of disappointing dates. The music, the lights and the anonymous crowd all made me feel alive and reckless. I locked myself in the last stall, sighing with relief as I leaned against the wall. My panties were already damp from the way I’d been grinding against strangers on the dance floor, imagining stronger hands on my body. I bit my lip, slipping one hand under my dress to rub slow circles over my swollen clit through the thin lace. A soft moan escaped me. God, I was so soaked. The main bathroom door banged open and I heard heavy footsteps walk in, followed by the deep male voice cursing under his breath. Then the stall next to min

Goddamn, This Pussy Is Tight (1)Cici’s POV I have been hearing these moans that have been driving me insane for weeks.Every night around eleven o'clock, the thin wall between our apartments would start vibrating with deep groans and the sound of slap of skin on skin. The woman next door — or whoever he was fucking — sounded like she was being split open and loving every second of it and I’d lie in bed, my curvy body turned on, trying to ignore the way my pussy clenched and grew slick just from listening.I wasn’t a prude, but the sheer volume and intensity made it impossible for me to sleep… or to stop touching myself while imagining what was happening on the other side of the wall.Tonight was the last straw. The sounds had been louder than ever, I could hear a woman screaming “Yes, right there, don’t stop!” followed by heavy grunts and the unmistakable thud of furniture being rocked. I couldn’t take it anymore, my heart pounding, I pulled on a thin tank top and soft cotton shorts

Secret Desires Unleashed (2)Clementine's POV My legs were weak as I tried to regain my composure. I knew that I had just been caught red-handed by my boss, Mr. Westwood, pleasuring myself in his boardroom while he was in a meeting with important investors. The humiliation and embarrassment were overwhelming, but at the same time, a wave of desire washed over me. There was something undeniably erotic about being caught in such a compromising position.I took a deep breath and tried to collect my thoughts. With Mr. Westwood was now standing in front of me, his piercing blue eyes locked on mine. There was a hint of amusement on his face, but also something more predatory, like he was enjoying the power he had over me."I… I don't…" The words wouldn't form. What could I possibly say? That the sight of him, the sound of his voice, had driven me to such a desperate, public act?He took a slow step forward, and I instinctively took one back, my legs hitting the edge of his massive desk. "Y