Todos os capítulos de All The Ways We Sin: A Diverse Collection of Erotica Tales: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

ARC 4 : WHITE PICKET SINWARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content, heavy BDSM themes, public humiliation, degradation, wax play, free-use,spitting, collaring, objectification, taboo cheating fantasies, and intense psychological domination.Intended for mature audiences only (18+).Proceed only if you consent to fiction that explores desire without restraint. -----BLUE-----Rebecca's POV My hands wouldn’t stop shaking on the steering wheel.I had driven this route twice already - the first to scout the building from across the street like some pathetic detective, and once more just to make sure the address was real. 1427 Industrial Loop. It was a brick warehouse in between an auto parts store and a lot full of shipping containers. The kind of place you’d never notice unless you were looking for it. Or unless you had went through your husband's phone.Mark had come home with lipstick on his collar again He hadn’t even bothered to hide it when h

Rebecca's POV I don’t know why I obeyed. Shame and lust had twisted so tightly inside me that I couldn’t tell them apart anymore. My body was already betraying me, pussy dripping down my thighs before I even reached the bench.I walked over and bent forward. The position pushed my ass high in the air like an offering. My short skirt rode up on its own, but Lila clearly wasn’t satisfied with that.She stepped behind me, and she yanked the skirt all the way up to my waist and tucked it there, completely exposing my bare ass and soaked cunt to her.“Fuck, look at this pretty little ass,” she growled“So pale. So untouched. That ends right now, you desperate slut.”The first spank came across my right cheek.I cried out, jerking forward.“Count it, bitch.”“One!” I gasped.“Louder, or I start over.”“ONE!”The second landed even harder on my left cheek,Then she started spanking without mercy. She moved between my left and right cheeks,then targeted the same burning spot over and over u

Lila laughed softly “Good girl. Let’s take this show on the road.” My legs almost failed me but the catsuit woman and the red bra woman hooked their arms under mine and moved my body out of the private room like a used fuckdoll. Dozens of women stopped what they were doing to stare at the pathetic sight being paraded through the main floor. My torn blouse was open like a useless rag, my skirt was still shoved up around my waist and my entire lower body was a sloppy disaster “Make room, ladies,” Lila called out over the music "This cheating housewife just got her greedy cunt stretched Now we’re putting on a full public show. Her sloppy holes are open for anyone who wants a turn. Touch her, spit on her, use her she’s the club’s new free-use slut tonight.” A wave of laughter and murmurs rolled through the crowd. Women moved closer, hands already reaching out to slap my ass or pinch my pussy lips as we passed. One tall woman grabbed my face and spat directly into my op

Mark's POV He didn’t answer. His eyes locked on mine,I pushed again harder and rewrote what he was tasting. Suddenly his mouth was flooded with the flavor of pussy. He moaned right there in the conference room. His free hand dropped to his crotch, he stroked himself through his pants like a desperate animal. “… what… Jesus, I need...” He couldn’t finish. I’d changed his sense of smell next. The room smelled like sex to him now : cunt and cum. The others were staring, phones still up, but the laughter had died. Sarah looked confused, I hadn’t touched her senses yet, but the power was leaking. It was clearly unstable It brushed her skin and she shivered, her nipples instantly hardened against her blouse. I was still half-naked, with my pants around my ankles, but for the first time in my life I felt like a man My cock stood straight up now leaking pre-cum Jenkins’s eyes dropped to it and I felt his mouth water through the link. “Come here,” I didn’t even mean to say it ou

Mark's POV I was a big time fugitive now. It was hard to be anything else when every screen in the city screamed my face next to bright red warnings. They’d upgraded me to Class-2 after the Train Incident. It was only a matter of time before the big heroes came after me Well tonight I was done playing with my powers. I was going after a big fish. Lila Cross. The queen bitch herself. She’d been the architect back in senior year. The one who started the “Pants Mark” game that followed me like a curse through college and every shitty job after Pretty, popular, with that effortless charisma. Now she was a mid-tier celebrity super sponsored by makeup brands. Her latest stunt: a “charity gala” for superhuman mental health awareness in the Skyline Tower penthouse. It was invitation only, Live-streamed to millions. I decided to make a way in. I slipped in through the service entrance wearing a stolen guards jacket. There was no alarms or resistance as I made my way to