All Chapters of GENTLEMEN'S SECRET: Stories Behind Closed Door : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand, toolbox clanging against my leg as I knocked on apartment 4B. The building is super old man Rajesh, the janitor had called me in a panic about a burst pipe under his kitchen sink. “My wife is home, she’ll let you in,” he’d barked over the phone before hanging up. Typical. I was already running late on three other jobs, but the pay was decent and it was only a quick fix.The door swung open and there she was.Not Rajesh’s tired, frumpy wife I’d half-expected from the few times I’d seen her around the compound. This woman was… fuck. Early thirties, long black hair tied in a messy bun that looked like it wanted to come undone, deep brown skin glowing under the hallway light, and a body that filled out her thin cotton tank top and loose shorts like they were painted on she's hot Very beautiful.She has Full tits straining against the fabric, no bra, nipples already poking through. Wide hips and thick thighs, and that soft little

My cock was still buried balls-deep inside Priya’s cum-filled pussy, twitching with the last spurts of my second load. Thick, creamy white was leaking out around my shaft, dripping steadily onto the bathroom tiles in heavy drops. Her body was pressed against the sink, tits smashed against the cold porcelain, ass pushed back against me like she never wanted me to pull out. Her breathing was ragged, hot little puffs fogging the mirror in front of us. In the reflection, I could see her face flushed, lips swollen, eyes glassy with lust and that dangerous, wicked spark that made my stomach twist.“Priya?” Rajesh called again, voice muffled but sharper this time. “I asked if everything okay. The plumber still washing up?”Priya lifted her head slowly. Her pussy clenched around me, milking another weak spurt from my oversensitive cock. She bit her lip hard to keep from moaning, then answered in a voice that was impressively steady, almost sweet.“Yeah, baby… he’s just cleaning up. Got a bi

Rajesh’s words somehow made me feel suffocated. This man could see I'm fucking his wife right? “Clean her up, plumber.”I was still balls-deep in his wife, my cock twitching with the last thick spurts of cum flooding her ruined pussy. Priya lay beneath me on their marriage bed, legs spread obscenely wide, chest heaving, her dark nipples tight and glistening with sweat. My load was already leaking out around my shaft in creamy white rivers, soaking the sheets where Rajesh slept every night. The smell of raw sex sweat, cum, and her sweet pussy juice filled the room so thick you could taste it.Priya looked up at her husband with heavy-lidded eyes, a slow, wicked smile curling her lips. She didn’t look ashamed. She looked drunk on it. “You heard him, Mike,” she whispered, voice husky and raw from screaming. “Clean me up… with your tongue.”My stomach twisted. Guilt and shame, and a fresh surge of filthy arousal slammed into me all at once. This was beyond anything I’d ever done. But my b

The studio lights burned hotter than I expected, like a thousand tiny suns pressing down on my bare skin. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat, in my wrists, even between my legs where everything felt too sensitive, too exposed. I was nineteen. Still a virgin. And I had just signed the papers that would change everything.My name is Elena, and two weeks ago I was a shy college dropout working night shifts at a coffee shop, hiding my body under oversized hoodies. Now I stood in the middle of a fake bedroom set wearing nothing but a tiny white lace lingerie set that barely covered anything. The camera guy adjusted his lens, the director a sharp-faced woman named Mara called out last-minute instructions, and he waited on the bed.Jax. The male talent. Tall, tattooed, with a body carved like he lived in the gym and a cock that looked terrifyingly thick even while soft. He gave me a small, almost gentle smile when our eyes met. “You okay, sweetheart? First time on camera

“Bonus scene three. Rough oral training. We want it messy. Elena, on your knees. Jax, break her in.”My stomach flipped with a twisted mix of fear and filthy excitement. I was no longer the shy virgin from scene one. Something had cracked open inside me, and it was starving.Jax stepped forward, his cock already rock-hard again, veins pulsing along the thick shaft, the head shiny and angry. He looked down at me with dark, predatory eyes. No more gentle coaxing. This was going to be raw.“On your knees, baby,” he ordered, voice low and rough.I sank down obediently, the hard floor biting into my knees. The cameras moved in closer, circling like vultures. Jax grabbed a fistful of my long hair and yanked my head back, forcing me to look up at him.“Open that pretty mouth.”I parted my lips, heart racing. He didn’t ease in. He slapped the heavy head of his cock against my tongue once, twice, then pushed forward, sliding over my tongue and straight into my throat.“Ggggkkk—!”The sound tha