All Chapters of CARNAL TEMPTATIONS-A collection of 50 steamy stories : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Chapter Three-LAURA'S POV-I grabbed my phone right after I cleaned up a bit from that second orgasm, my pussy still tingling and my fingers sticky. The video I recorded earlier was right there, me playing with my big tits and finger fucking myself while moaning for David to come suck them. I hit send without thinking twice, attaching it to his number with the message “This is what you left behind. Come back soon or I might lose my mind.”A few minutes later my phone rang. It was David. I answered fast, lying back on the bed with my nightwear still pulled down.“Baby, fuck,” he said, voice low and rough. “I just watched that video in the car. Wish I had stayed behind and buried my face in those tits like you wanted. Your pussy looked so wet and ready. I should’ve canceled the flight and fucked you raw.”I smiled but the ache was still there. “You better make it up to me then. Buy that Chanel bag I showed you last week. The big black one with the gold chain.”“Anything for my queen,”

Chapter Five -TOM'S POV- I sat there in the club with my cock already half hard from watching all that raw fucking on stage, and now this shit was getting worse. Laura was tipsy as hell, her cheeks flushed, those massive tits spilling out her red dress, nipples poking like they wanted to be sucked. The live sex show had her squirming in her seat, legs rubbing together under the table while girls got their cunts pounded doggy and mouths filled with cum. I tried keeping my eyes on the stage but they kept sliding back to her thick ass shifting in that chair. Then this tall male stripper with a shaved body and a fat swinging dick started moving straight toward our table. He was stroking his cock slow, hand pumping the shaft up and down so the head swelled shiny under the lights. He danced right up to Laura, hips thrusting, balls hanging heavy as he circled her chair. His cock nearly slapped her cleavage.Laura just sipped more of her whiskey, eyes half closed, lips wet around the glass.

Chapter Seven-LAURA’S POV-Tom carried me up the stairs, my naked body wrapped around him, legs locked tight behind his back. His hard cock rubbed against my ass with every step, hot and thick. I was still tipsy but I felt everything — the way my wet pussy pressed against his stomach, leaving a trail of my juices on his skin. When we got to the bedroom he pushed the door open with his foot and dropped me on the big bed. I bounced on the mattress, my heavy tits jiggling, thighs spread open. I looked up at him, breathing fast.“Fuck me, Tom,” I begged, my voice needy and low. “I need your cock inside me right now. Please. David never fucks me like this anymore. I’m so wet for you.”Tom stood at the edge of the bed, his thick dick standing straight up, veins bulging, the head shiny with precum. He grabbed his cock and rubbed the head up and down my slit real slow. He did it again and again, spreading my wetness all over his dick, teasing my clit every time he passed over it. The feeling

1.(JENNY'S POV)My fingers hovered over the keyboard of the laptop screen the only light in my quiet apartment. I have been the Rossi family’s forensic accountant for eight months. Not by choice at first, but the money was too good to refuse when they approached me through a shell company. Clean up the books, make the numbers dance, hide the trails. I told myself it was just numbers. Just a job. Until tonight.I had dug too deep.What started as routine quarterly reconciliation turned into something monstrous. Layer after layer of transactions that didn’t match-blood money from drug shipments, weapons deals, protection rackets. Billions funneled through legitimate businesses I had helped legitimize. My own signatures were on some of the sanitized reports. The deeper I went, the clearer it became: I wasn’t just cleaning books anymore. I was burying bodies.My stomach twisted with raw guilt and rising panic. I should have stayed blind. I should have taken the fat paycheck and kept my m

3.(JENNY'S POV)My body ached in ways I had never imagined possible. Every muscle screamed in protest as consciousness slowly dragged me back from the heavy, dreamless sleep. The silk sheets beneath me felt too soft, too luxurious for the prison they truly were. Luca’s heavy arm was still draped possessively over my waist, his warm, muscular chest pressed against my back. His breathing was deep and steady, but I knew better than to think the Don ever truly slept without one eye open.Last night’s events replayed in my mind with brutal clarity,the car, the savage fucking, the way he had eaten my pussy like a man claiming territory, the multiple times he had filled me until his cum leaked endlessly from my swollen folds. Shame burned hot across my skin. I hated how my body had responded, how it had betrayed me with shattering orgasms that left me sobbing and squirting like a broken whore. Yet even now, with his cock resting soft but still impressively thick against my ass, a treacherou