37 - OUR FATHER'S WIFE 1.

OUR FATHER'S WIFE 1. DYLAN'S POV. The hallway was narrow enough to chokeme. I shouldn't have been there. I should've been downstairs, getting ready to go for basketball practice, putting on Ryan's hand me down Jerseys. Ryan, my elder brother. The guy who'd taught me every single thing I know about basketball. The same guy who'd practically raised me ever since our mom died, and our father was too busy with work to spare us a glance. My elder brother who told me to always focus on my dreams and not let women distract me. I should have walked by the moment I saw them, but I didn't. I stood there, pressed against the wall outside our father's bedroom, watching my brother and our new stepmom, my palm slick against the hardwood doorframe, my breath shallow. The crack in the door was just wide enough.&n

37 - OUR FATHER'S WIFE 2.

OUR FATHER'S WIFE 2. My hands trembled as I kicked my jeans and boxers off. My dick stood out, thick and angry and leaking. Ryan was watching me, really watching me, his eyes tracing the line of my body in a way they never had before. There was a tension in the air now that had nothing to do with Connie. It was old and unspoken, the kind that lived in late-night talks and shared glances, and it was suddenly, violently coming to the surface. Connie's eyes darkened with pure hunger."Mmm. Just as I thought. A real fucking mouthful." She reached out and wrapped her hand around me, her hold firm. Her thumb swiped over the tip, smearing my pre-cum. "You've been fantasizing about this, haven't you? About watching him. About tasting him". I couldn't speak. I just groaned. Ryan was watching us, his cock still hard inside Connie, a conflicted but intensely inte

38 - FILTHY INTERVIEW SESSION 1.

FILTHY INTERVIEW SESSION 1. Ashley'S POV. I was pretty sure I was going to throw up. Or maybe spontaneously combust.The air was too cold, the leather of the chair felt too sticky against my thighs, and the man across the desk... God, the man across the desk was a sin in the form of flesh. PRESS LITTMAN. My mother's husband. I had been totally against my mum remarrying when she told ne about him. I mean, my mum's really beautiful and all, but he was way above her league. His name was a whisper in this city, synonymous with power, danger, and a kind of ruthless magnetism that made sensible women do very, very stupid things. I'd heard the stories, of course. Of how he almost never showed interest in women. How any woman who was even lucky enough to get a taste of him, never got the testimony of a second encounter

36 - FILTHY INTERVIEW SESSION 2.

FILTHY INTERVIEW SESSION 2.ASHLEY POV.He was magnificent.A work of brutal, male art. My mouth actually watered."Look at you," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Our rebellious princess, on her knees for her daddy's cock. I knew you had it in you." He guided himself to my lips. "Open wide, Ashley. Show me how badly you want it."I parted my lips, my tongue darting out to taste the salty bead of pre-cum at his tip.The flavor was pure, primal man. I took him into my mouth, slowly, savoring the way my lips stretched to accommodate his girth.I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him deep, my throat relaxing to take him all."Jesus Christ," he hissed, his hips jerking forward.His grip on my hair tightened, holding me in place as he began to fuck my face roughly.Each thrust pushed him deeper, his cockhead hitting the back of my throat, making me gag, making my eyes water.“That's it, Ashely. Take it. Take all of me, you greedy little cocksucker." The filth from his mouth, the raw carna

38 - FILTHY INTERVIEW SESSION 3.

FILTHY INTERVIEW SESSION 3. ASHLEY POV.He reached for a crystal tumbler on a sidetable, pouring two fingers of amber whiskey. He swirled it, the ice clinking like a tiny, mocking bell. "You're a quick study, Ashley," he said, his voice a low, approving rumble. He took a slow sip, his eyes never leaving the damp, dark lace between my legs. "But let's see how you perform without a script, shall we? Touch yourself." A shiver wracked my body. My fingers, which had been gripping the edge of the desk, trembled as I brought one hand down. I traced the soaked fabric of my panties, a soft whimper escaping my lips. The sensation was almost too much, my nerves screaming from the overload. “Through the lace?" he asked, his tone conversational, as if discussing market trends. "That's beginner shit. Take them off." My breath hitched.

All Chapters of FILTHY WET DIARIES : Chapter 141 - Chapter 145

37 - OUR FATHER'S WIFE 1.

37 - OUR FATHER'S WIFE 2.

38 - FILTHY INTERVIEW SESSION 1.

36 - FILTHY INTERVIEW SESSION 2.

38 - FILTHY INTERVIEW SESSION 3.