All Chapters of DIRTY ADDICTION: Short Filthy Stories : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

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MY CLIENT, MY SISTER HUSBAND! 3

Chapter 3 Elena’s POVWe stepped out into the midday sun along the riverside park paths, the warm breeze carrying the smell of fresh water and cut grass. Victor walked beside me with that long confident stride, his suit jacket slung over one shoulder now, shirt sleeves rolled up to show strong forearms. I kept glancing at the way his muscles flexed as he talked, my mind already slipping into filthy territory thinking about those arms pinning me down.“Marriage is a fucking scam, Elena,” Victor said right off, his voice low and rough as we followed the curving path. “I’ve sat through too many trials where the husband swears he loved her while he was balls deep in someone else. People pretend they want connection but all they really crave is a warm hole to fuck and someone to pay the bills. Why the hell would I sign up for that again?”I felt a spark flare up in my chest, that mix of irritation and excitement that made my pulse race faster.

MY CLIENT, MY SISTER HUSBAND! 4

Chapter 4 Elena’s POVThe private executive lounge felt quieter once we settled into the soft leather seats with light refreshments on the low table between us, sparkling water and a plate of fresh fruit and cheese that neither of us touched much. Victor sat across from me but leaned in close, his damp shirt still clinging to his chest from the rain, outlining the solid build that made my eyes keep drifting lower. I crossed my legs under the table, trying to ignore how my soaked panties rubbed against my swollen clit with every small movement.“You’re good at this game, Elena,” Victor started, his voice dropping lower as he picked up a strawberry and turned it slowly in his fingers. “Pushing me to spill every dirty detail about how I want to fuck my next woman. But tell me something real. How does a sharp, sexy twenty-four-year-old like you stay single in a city full of men? I bet you go home after matching everyone else and touch that tight little p

MY CLIENT, MY SISTER HUSBAND! 5

Chapter 5 Elena’s POV“Victor, this suite is beautiful but we really should stick to the profiling questions,” I said as soon as the door clicked shut behind us, my voice already sounding shaky even to my own ears. The private hotel suite felt too intimate with its big king bed, dim lights, and city view through the tall windows. My clothes were still a little damp from the rain and my body was buzzing from hours of his teasing. I set my bag down on the table but my hands wouldn’t stop trembling.He stepped closer, that commanding presence filling the room, salt-and-pepper hair still messy from the rain. “Profiling? We both know what this is, Elena. You’ve been wet for me since the café. I see it in how you press those thighs together every time I open my mouth. Drop the professional act for once.”My breath hitched and I felt another rush of heat flood my pussy. He was right. My no-clients rule was crumbling fast under his experienced stare.

MY CLIENT, MY SISTER HUSBAND! 6

Chapter 6 Elena’s POV“Victor, hold on, it’s my sister calling nonstop. I have to take this quick,” I said, grabbing my phone from the table as it kept vibrating against the wood. My body was still buzzing from the raw fuck we just had, my pussy tender and leaking his cum down my thigh as I stood up naked from the bed. I wrapped the sheet around me loose and stepped toward the big window for some privacy, my legs still shaky from those deep orgasms.He lounged back against the pillows, cock half hard and glistening, watching me with that satisfied smirk. “Make it fast. I’m not done with that tight cunt yet. Tell her you’re busy getting properly fucked.”I shot him a look but answered the call, trying to sound normal even though my voice came out breathy. “Hey sis, what’s going on? You okay?”My older sister’s voice came through excited but stressed. “Elena, finally. I used the location app because of this sudden family thing with Mom’s health scare.

MY CLIENT, MY SISTER HUSBAND! 7

Chapter 7 Elena’s POV“Victor, answer me right now,” I demanded, standing there in the middle of the suite with my skirt still crooked and my blouse half buttoned, his cum still trickling down my inner thigh from our raw fuck. My heart pounded so hard it felt like it would crack my ribs and my pussy kept giving these little aftershocks that made me press my legs together. “Is my sister your wife? The one you’ve been talking about divorcing while you slammed your cock into me and filled me up? Tell me the fucking truth before I lose it completely.”He sat up on the bed, naked and still half hard, running a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair as he looked at me with that same commanding stare that had made me beg earlier. “Yes, Elena. She’s my wife. Laura. But it’s not what you think. We’ve been estranged for over a year, barely speaking most days, sleeping in separate rooms like strangers. That’s exactly why I came to your agency today.I wanted

MY CLIENT, MY SISTER HUSBAND! 8

Chapter 8 Elena’s POV The suite felt smaller than ever, the air thick with the scent of sex, rain-damp clothes, and raw anger. My sister Laura stood there, her finger still jabbing toward the door like she could banish us from existence if she pointed hard enough. Victor had the pillow clutched low over his lap, but it did nothing to hide the way his body remained half-aroused, that thick cock I’d just taken twice still showing interest under the fabric. My thighs were slick, his cum continuing to leak out of me in warm, shameful trails, and every shift of my weight made my sore pussy clench around the memory of him. “What the fuck do we do now?” Laura repeated, her voice cracking between fury and heartbreak. She looked at me like I was a stranger, her eyes tracing the mess on my thighs, the bite marks probably visible on my neck, the way my blouse clung to my still-hard nipples. “You’re my little sister, Elena. I told you about Victor’s… issues. The distance. The fights. An

MY CLIENT, MY SISTER HUSBAND! 9

Chapter 9 Elena’s POV The suite smelled like sex, sweat, and the faint trace of hotel soap from the rain-damp clothes scattered across the floor. My body ached in the best and worst ways, thighs sticky, pussy tender and swollen from Victor’s relentless pounding, lips bruised from kissing both my sister and the man who’d just filled me twice. I lay between them on the rumpled king bed, chest heaving, staring at the ceiling as the haze of orgasms slowly lifted. Laura’s hand still rested possessively on my hip, her fingers occasionally twitching like she couldn’t decide whether to pull me closer or push me away. Victor’s heavy arm draped across my waist, his salt-and-pepper chest rising and falling steadily behind me, cock soft but still warm against my ass. None of us spoke for a long minute. The silence pressed in heavier than the accusations from earlier. Laura broke it first, her voice raw and shaky. “This… this doesn’t fix shit, Victor. You fucked my little sister. Raw. I

MY CLIENT, MY SISTER HUSBAND! 10

Chapter 10 Elena’s POV Hours had passed since the storm of confrontation and pleasure. Evening light filtered through the suite windows, painting the room in soft golds and shadows. We’d showered together awkward at first, hands tentative, then exploratory again under the hot spray. Now we sat on the bed in robes, half-eaten room service plates scattered around us. My body felt thoroughly used, deliciously sore, but my mind was clearer than it had been all day. Laura picked at a strawberry, the same one Victor had fed me earlier in what felt like another lifetime. “Mom’s stable. That health scare was exaggerated, thank god. But this…” She looked between us. “This is the real mess.” I reached for her hand, squeezing it. The guilt still sat heavy in my chest, but so did the memory of her moans, her fingers inside me, the way she’d kissed me like she’d been starving for connection too. “I know. I built my whole career on fixing other people’s love lives. Matching fires, find

STORY 16: His lies! 1

Chapter 1 Steph’s pov I slammed the stack of papers down on the breakfast table so hard the coffee cups jumped. My hands were still shaking from digging through his laptop last night while he snored in our bed like nothing was wrong. “You’ve been sending her money every month Adrian? Thousands? And now she’s knocked up with your kid? What the fuck is this?” Adrian looked up from his plate slowly like he had all the time in the world. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top showing that thick chest hair I used to run my fingers through after he fucked me senseless. Forty-five years old and still built like he could pin me against the wall and make me scream his name. But right now I wanted to slap that calm look right off his face. “Steph baby calm down,” he said, his voice low and smooth like always when he thought he could handle me. “It’s not what you think. She was just some girl who needed help. The pregnancy thing… that’s her problem not ours.” I laughed but it came ou

His lies! 2

Chapter 2 Steph’s pov I slammed the apartment door so hard it rattled the frame behind me and took off down the hallway barefoot in nothing but that thin silk robe that barely covered my ass. My heart pounded like a drum in my chest and my nipples stayed hard from the fight with Adrian rubbing against the fabric with every step. The cool air from the elevator hit me between my legs where I was still shamefully slick from all that yelling and his rough hands on me. God even now my pussy throbbed thinking about his thick cock pressing against me during the argument but I shoved it down. Fuck him. The elevator doors dinged open and I stepped out into the busy morning streets of the city. Horns blared and people rushed past on the sidewalk. Heads turned immediately. A couple of guys in suits stared right at my tits bouncing under the robe and one construction worker whistled low. “Damn girl you lost your clothes or what?” I ignored them and kept moving my robe flapping open

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