All Chapters of FILTHY WET DIARIES : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

MY HORNY STEPSISTER 2. **BELLA’S POV** Soft, creamy flesh spilled everywhere, nipples peeking between her fingers like they were daring me to look Tears welled up, shimmering on her lashes. "Don't… please don't look.." I was across the room before my braincaught up. My hands caught her wrists, gentle and firm as I peeled them away from her body.  "Bella." My voice came out rough and raw as I struggled to have restraint. "Let me see." She fought for a heartbeat, trembling, then went limp, her breath hitching as she met my gaze. I took my time drinking her in, flushed skin, the wet shine on her inner thighs, the swollen pink of her pussy still parted and glistening, clit peeking out.  The purple dildo lay discarded a foot away, still slick with her cum. Downstairs, someone yelled about leaving in five. But i c

FILTHY SESSION 1.I kicked the dumpster, the clang hitting like a fucked-up dinner bell.Another night, another shift serving overpriced whiskey to men who thought my smile was an invitation to grab my ass.My skin still crawled with the last man's invasive touch.And then I saw him.He was leaning against a black expensive car. His suit looked like they were more expensive than my life itself. Silver at his temples, his eyes shone like a starved shark, staring at it's prey.He was my favorite regular. The one who never said more than ‘neat’ when ordering his bourbon, but whose gaze burnt through my skin all night.Every time I turned around, those cold calculating eyes were on me, stripping me bare, seeing right through the ‘tough server’ act to the raw, restless nerve-endings underneath. My heart did a treacherous little thump-thump.Game on.I tossed the trash bag with more force than necessary, the sound of the plastics being crushed by the asphalt.“Well, well.’ I drawled propping

SLUTTY DAUGHTER-IN-LAW 1. **ANNA’S POV** I couldn't believe it was happening. My boss at work, who is also my Father-in-law. Cocky as fuck and owning the whole damn department had me pinned in his office after hours.  The door locked with that ominous click, and my body betrayed me instantly. I was ovulating like a bitch in heat, pussy clenching and gushing, tits swollen and throbbing, nipples poking through my blouse like diamonds.  He'd overheard me whining about my cycle at lunch, and now his eyes burned with raw, animal lust, like he was gonna devour me whole. "You've been prancing around like a desperate whore all week, Anna," he snarled, lunging forward, his strong hand clamping my wrist and slamming me chest first into his hard body.  His massive cock strained against his slacks, grinding into my thigh like a steel rod. "That ass -

SLUTTY DAUGHTER-IN-LAW 3. Rope after rope painted my insides white, so much it overflowed immediately, creamy rivers leaking out around his shaft and trickling down my trembling thighs, mixing with my squirt on the floor.  We collapsed together in a panting, sweat slicked heap, his massive cock still plugged deep in my gaping ass, twitching with the aftershocks of his orgasm. My chest heaved, breaths coming in ragged sobs, but the fire in me hadn't dimmed. It raged hotter. Whimpering like a needy animal, I rocked my hips back, clenching around him to milk out every last drop. "More, please... I can take it all night. Use every hole. Break me, boss, I'm begging you."  He chuckled, a dark, predatory sound that made my pussy clench emptily. Slowly, he pulled out with a wet, obscene slurp, his cum gurgling from my ruined rosebud in thick, sloppy strings that dangled and snapped onto the desk. 

MY BULLY STEPBROTHER!!! 2. The smart move would be telling him to stop. Throwing him out and pretending this never happened. Instead I watch his hands work his belt buckle and feel my pulse pound between my legs. "On the bed." It's not a request. "I don't take orders from you." He laughs, low and dark. "You just came screaming my name with my fingers inside you. I think we're past pretending you don't want this." He's right and I hate him for it. But I move to the bed anyway, sitting on the edge, watching as he pulls his shirt over his head. His body is unfairly perfect -lean muscle, defined abs, that V-cut disappearing into his jeans. I've imagined this so many times but the reality is worse because now I can't pretend it's just a fantasy. "Lie back " I do it. I don't know why. Maybe because the orgasm made me compliant, or maybe because I've spent three yea