All Chapters of Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

My fingers were buried deep inside my dripping pussy, and I was moaning like a whore into the empty bedroom.“Fuck, Damien… right there, baby,” I gasped, my voice already hoarse from moaning so much. I had two fingers pumping hard into my soaked hole while my thumb rubbed furious circles on my swollen clit. My back arched off the silk sheets, my heavy tits bouncing with every desperate thrust of my hand. They were full and aching, nipples already stiff as stones, begging for a mouth that never came anymore.I was on my knees on our massive king bed, ass up, face buried sideways into his pillow so I could at least smell what was left of his cologne. My red lace thong was shoved to the side, the crotch soaked dark and juices ran down my thighs in messy rhyme or streaks. I added a third finger, stretching myself open, imagining it was Damien’s thick cock splitting me apart instead.“God, I need you to ruin this pussy,” I whimpered. “I need you to fuck me like you used to--hard, nasty, li

The front door slammed behind us with a sound that echoed through the empty house. The kids were gone for the night — thank God for that small mercies. Damien didn’t even give me time to breathe.“Take that coat off,” he ordered, voice flat and cold with a face of disgust.I stood there in the middle of our living room, fingers shaking. “Damien, please-” “Take. It. Off!.” He yelled..I let the black coat fall to the floor. There I was, in nothing but the sheer red lingerie, my heavy tits barely contained, nipples rock hard, and my crotchless thong soaked through. Juices still glistened on my inner thighs from earlier. I could smell my own arousal in the air.Damien looked me up and down slowly, like I was something disgusting he’d stepped in.“Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered. “Look at you. Just look at what you’ve become.”He stepped closer, eyes narrowed.“Those tits used to be perfect. Now they’re just fat and saggy. Hanging there like overfilled udders. And that belly…” He lau

The moment Patricia and I stepped into the Grand Ballroom, I felt the shift in the air. Heads turned instantly and conversations paused mid-sentence. They weren't even trying to hide it. But me? I just kept my chin high, shoulders back, letting the tight black dress hug every inch of my body. My tits looked incredible pushed up like this, my hips and ass swaying with each step in these heels. For the first time in years, I felt powerful. And dangerous. Patricia leaned in close. “Told you. They’re already staring.” She winked. We hadn’t been inside two minutes before I spotted Damien across the room. He was mid-conversation with some old white-haired donor when his eyes landed on me. His face went tight. Shock, then straight anger. He excused himself fast and started pushing through the crowd toward me. “Linda,” he hissed when he got close, grabbing my arm. “What the fuck are you doing here? And what the hell are you wearing?” I yanked my arm away. “Don’t touch me.” Hi

The four men stood over us, stroking their cocks already getting hard again. Patricia kissed me deep, tasting all the cum still on my 👅. We swapped it back and forth, sloppy and nasty, strings of spit and semen making it slipperier. “Fuck, look at these two nasty bitches,” Derek laughed. He was older, heavier, with a thick cock that curved upward. Victor grabbed Patricia by the hair and shoved her face down next to mine. “Clean her up.” Patricia obeyed without hesitation, as she licked cum off my cheeks, my forehead, then pushed her tongue into my mouth again so we could share it. The men stroked their cocks while watching us. Marcus stepped forward first. “Open.” Both of us opened our mouths like the obedient sluts we were. He pissed right into mine first, I felt the hot, salty stream hitting and splashing on my tongue. I swallowed some, choked on the rest. It spilled down my chin and onto my tits. Then he aimed at Patricia too. She drank it greedily, not wasting a

Marcus woke up with his heart trying to punch through his ribs. He couldn’t move. Not even a finger, not even his tongue. The morning light coming through the curtains felt wrong, too gray, like the sun itself was sick. His eyes burned from not blinking. He’d been staring at the ceiling all night while those things hovered over his wife. Lila was already up. She stood naked at the foot of the bed, stretching like a cat that just fed. Her skin looked too smooth, almost wet. Her tits sat higher and fuller than yesterday. When she turned and smiled at him, her eyes flicked completely black for half a second before returning to normal. He couldn't tell if he was seeing things now, but he knew he was losing it. “Morning, sleepy husband,” she purred. Her voice had a low rasp, like two people talking at once. “You were so cute last night. All wide-eyed and scared. Your cock was throbbing the whole time though.” She climbed onto the bed and straddled his face without warning, sla