All Chapters of SINFUL PLEASURES(steamiest erotica shorts): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

It’s vacation time, girl!” Paige Rumpe shouted to her best friend and buxom companion, Sienna Swooner (evidently the slower of the two).“Hop aboard quick, ladies!” said a handsome man standing on the dock. “You wouldn’t want to miss this amazing ride, now would ya!”“You got that right!” Paige replied, inspecting his body (specifically the lower bulge) as she ran past him and onto the ramp leading up to their vessel of choice. Sienna followed after, bumbling with the few, yet cumbersome bags she carried along in each hand.“Hey Paige, wait a sec—“ she called after her eager friend. There was no sign of acknowledgment from the blond haired girl racing ahead. Sienna, using a shoulder, brushed the touristy straw hat resting on her head up a little higher and out of her sunglass adorned eyes. This was supposed to be their fun adventure for the summer. A last minute trip planned aboard this lovely little cruise. The pamphlet had said the boat would be circling around some far off rocky c

Sienna watched as a tan girl equipped with an apple bottom received a single smart slapping. She gulped nervously, noticing the line of to-be swatted ladies dwindling rapidly.“Only a few girls left this round!” Paige commented, giving her friend a mild spank. “Excited for your turn, aren’t ya?”“Uhh,” Sienna mumbled. Thoughts of her bookish boyfriend back on dry land filtering into her mind. Their special moment right before the voyage (some still within her)... The answer was fast and easy. This wasn’t right. She couldn’t do it. Sienna’s expression mirrored the very sentiment.“No! Don’t tell me you’re going to pass, Sienna!” Paige gasped. “No one else on this entire ship has passed! It’s only the first round, Jesus!”“Sorry, Paigey,” Sienna replied. “Thirty-two!” cried the navy seal host.She looked down at her invitation... thirty-two written on the back. A young strapping lad with large pecs stood awaiting his turn to put sweaty hands on poor Sienna.“Woah!” he said upon seeing t

At last Sienna’s turn had arrived. She made her way to the center... and here she experienced a moment of unease, as if the last remaining portion of her conscience grabbed hold of a foot, putting a stop to the madness! But this feeling dissipated in an instant (once her panties hit the floor). And then her ass hit the dick... She felt his sturdy, warm pole finding its way between the cheeks. The thick shaft brushed along her pussy as she grinded up and down... Sienna desperately wanted to slip her hand back and ram the thing inside her lips. However, she feared such an act would result in a removal from the contest – which would mean no more sexy games... no more liberated cock.“There,” she said harshly, “You like my ass in your face? I don’t care! Now get over here and suck my toes. I need a real cock!”It tickled more than anything. Sienna never much cared for toe sucking, and so she spent most of her time giggling and flicking his face away with her feet.Now it was back to the s

all settled in. Good. Remember, as I told you yesterday; think of this place as your own home, and of my husband and me as your best friends ever. It doesn’t matter if we are more than a dozen years older than you are, we can still be good friends. You can call me Ginger, honey... addressing me as Mrs. Ryan makes me feel so old. We’ve done this before, you know, having exchange students like you over, and each of them have never felt more at home here than they did anywhere else. And they were all like you, nineteen or twenty, young and eager to learn their way around this big bad world. And George and I were more than happy to help.The entire house is yours to explore, there’s no need to ask for permission, just go anywhere you please. And if you have need of anything, just ask... my husband and I will be more than glad to help out. So do you have a boyfriend back home? You do, oh, that’s awesome. He must be really lucky to have a lovely girl like you in his life. You are really on

This girl is going to be huge,” said my boyfriend, Trent, while gazing at his computer screen. Trent was a professional photographer, which in Los Angeles meant he frequently photographed up and coming social media models. Young girls in Los Angeles used their online profiles on popular photo sites, to market themselves for future modeling and commercial opportunities. It was a business and they all needed great photographers like Trent to survive.I was a fashion consultant that would’ve rather worked in New York than Los Angeles, but both places had their charm and unique image in the fashion industry. Trent liked the warmth and personality of LA, whereas I loved snowy Christmases and Broadway shows. Our deal was that we’d visit frequently to make up for the fact that I couldn’t live there. One day, we figured we’d move to fulfill my needs for a few years before coming back. I didn’t hate LA, but I didn’t exactly fit in with the typical crowd. I had dark hair and dark eyes. I loved