《Broken Rules; A compilation of short erotic stories.》全部章節：第 21 章 - 第 30 章

Sam smirked, looking around at the group. “So… should we make this game even more interesting? Raise the stakes?”Priya, breathing heavier between Ryan and Sam, asked softly, “What kind of stakes?”Kent answered, his fingers brushing against the edge of Kiara’s panties. “Whoever loses a round has to take off one piece of clothing… and we stop saying no to dares.”The girls exchanged heated, nervous glances.Kiara turned her head slightly, her lips dangerously close to Kent’s. “You really planned all this, didn’t you?”Kent smiled against her ear. “I’ve wanted you for a long time, Kiara. Tonight… I want all of you.”Sam’s smirk widened as he looked around the group, the tension in the room now thick enough to taste. “Alright then. No more soft shit, it's full stakes now. You lose, you strip gladly. And no refusing dares.”“We’re in,” the girls giggled Kent’s hand was already under Kiara’s dress, his fingers teasing the edge of her soaked panties. He pressed one finger against her cl

Sam stroked his cock again while watching. “Pound her harder, man. Make her tits bounce.”Kent obeyed, gripping Kiara’s thighs and fucking her harder. Her breasts bounced with every thrust as she moaned uncontrollably.“Oh fuck… Kent… you’re so deep!” she cried.Ryan laughed darkly. “Look at her taking that dick like a good little slut. Your crush is a total whore, Kent.”Kent smirked, leaning down to bite Kiara’s neck. He placed both of her wrists together and locked them with his strong hands right above her head. “You hear that, baby? They’re watching you get fucked like a dirty girl.”He suddenly pulled out, flipped her onto all fours, in a collapse doggy, he spanked her ass.Kiara winced. “Ouuch!”Kent rubbed her cheeks, and slammed into her from behind. This new position made Kiara scream in pleasure. She spread her legs wider, while she arched her back, and her chest was lowered to the couch.Yes! Fuck me harder!” she begged, pushing back against him.Kent gripped her hips and

STORY 7. Hi, I’m Chloe. My husband cheated on me and I divorced him. The bell above the studio door chimed softly as I stepped inside. My sensible cardigan was pulled tight around my shoulders, and my heart was hammering so loudly I was sure the artist could hear it from the back room. I had spent thirty-two years being good. Being appropriate. Being the perfect wife who hosted dinner parties and never asked for too much. Six months after the divorce, I stood in front of my bathroom mirror and finally admitted I didn’t recognize my own body anymore. That’s when I decided I needed something permanent. Something that couldn’t be taken away from me. I heard dark, rhythmic music pulsing from behind the black curtain. “Be there in a second,” a low, rough voice called out. “Make yourself comfortable.” My fingers trembled as I removed my cardigan. I’d worn a loose tank top like the consultation email instructed. My stomach was a knot of nerves and something dangerously close to ex

Chole’s POVSorry guys, the last chapter was a rushed version of what actually happened. Let's say I was too tense and overly worried because I couldn’t get past what really happened at the last session.Forgive me.I own a spa in the southern part of California, which became my home while my ex-husband started cheating. I allowed late-night clients to get the body massage they wanted and their satisfactory comments always made my day.I didn't want to be a lonely bird, it was glaring that Mark had someone he was seeing. Slowly, I became the second option. I thought about all of these as I massaged the last client for the day, her body was plump and soft and she couldn't stop moaning as I massaged her waist down to her thighs. Then I remembered Raven, I couldn't wrap my head around the reason why she let her hands into my pants, and circled my clit slowly while she proceeded with the tattoo.“Hmmm,” a soft moan escaped my lips, syncing with my client's moan.“Hmm hmm,” I cleared my t

STORY 8. Isabella’s POV I watched Catherine twirl in front of the mirror, and for a moment, I couldn’t speak. She’s getting married in two weeks, and we’ve had nonstop wedding preparations going on. Catherine was breathtaking. At twenty-four, she had this effortless, seductive beauty that turned heads everywhere she went. Her skin was smooth and sun-kissed, and her long dark hair cascaded down her back in loose waves. She had inherited Mum’s full breasts and tiny waist, but her hips and ass were pure sin, round, firm, and impossible to ignore in that sky-blue dress. The sequins caught the light with every movement, making her look like she belonged on a runway rather than in a dressing room. Her legs were long and toned, and when she smiled shyly at her reflection, those full lips and big hazel eyes made her look both innocent and dangerously tempting. She was my half-sister. Mum had her with her second husband two years after divorcing Dad. I was only five at the time. Our