บททั้งหมดของ Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories): บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Tyler didn’t give me a chance to say anything. The second I was on my knees in the hallway, he shoved his rock-hard cock straight into my mouth and pushed it all the way to the back of my throat. No warning. No breath. Just thick meat forcing its way in. I gagged hard, eyes watering instantly. He grabbed the back of my head with both hands and started fucking my face like he hated me and this was his way of punishment Delivering deep, brutal thrusts that made my throat bulge. Every time I gasped for air he just rammed it back in, not letting me breathe at all. Anytime I gasp out for air, he'd shove his hard dick straight into my wanting mouth. Over and over again “This it! This what you said" He saids almost angry, "Fuck yes,” he growled again. “Take your brother’s cock.” Tears ran down my cheeks, spit poured out the sides of my mouth, dripping onto my tits and unto the floor, but he kept pulling my hair, using it like handles to slam my face onto his veiny huge dick. I was

Tyler left Joan slumped on the hallway floor like a used up rag. Spit and cum covered her face and her dress was bunched around her waist, and she was breathing hard. He didn’t say another word to her, just pulled up his pants, wiped his cock on her thigh, and walked straight to his room. ..... He shut the door and dropped onto his bed, heart still racing. His cock was half-hard again already. The image of his little sister choking on him, crying, getting her pussy wrecked while she called him her brother; it just wouldn’t leave his head, so he shoved his hand into his boxers and started stroking slowly, replaying every second. “Fucking slut,” he muttered to himself, grinning in the dark. His grip tightened as he remembered how her throat felt squeezing around him, or how her ass looked when he ate it, or how she begged while he choked her. He stroked faster, then faster then spitting on his hand for lube, imagining her face when he forced her to choose him over Collins. His

I lay on my back, legs spread beneath Brutus’s familiar weight, staring at the faint crack in the ceiling that I’d memorized months ago, while still finding the same boring sex. The sheets were cool against my skin, but everything else felt routine. Felt mechanical. He thrust into me with the same steady rhythm he’d used for the last three years—deep enough to feel something, but never quite enough to spark the fire I craved. His breathing was already ragged, forehead damp with sweat as he buried his face in my neck. I could smell the faint trace of his cologne mixed with the day’s stress. “Sarah…” he groaned, the way he always did when he was getting close. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and let out a soft moan, tilting my hips to meet him. Not because it felt good, but because I knew the choreography. I tightened around him on purpose, clenching in time with his thrusts, and arched my back dramatically. “Oh, Brutus… yes,” I whispered, my voice breathy and practi

My body was still shaking from the last shattering orgasm when the men pulled their cocks out of me. Cum dripped from my stretched pussy and down my chin. I was gasping, blindfolded, on all fours on the marital bed when strong hands suddenly flipped me onto my back. I was totally in the dark here. “Time to restrain the whore properly,” one of them said calmly, his voice deep and commanding. I didn’t resist, I couldn’t. My limbs felt like jelly as they stretched me out. Thick leather cuffs were locked around my wrists and ankles, then secured tightly to the four corners of the bed. I think. Spread-eagle. Completely helpless. My legs were pulled so wide that my inner thighs burned, my soaked pussy and tight asshole fully exposed to the cool air and their hungry gazes. A thick leather collar was buckled around my neck. I felt the cold metal ring at the front as they attached a heavy leash to it, letting the chain rest between my heaving breasts. “Fuck…” I whimpered. “Such a

My body hung limply in the chair bondage, chest heaving, every hole throbbing and leaking thick streams of cum down my thighs and onto the wooden seat. The blindfold was still tight over my eyes. The collar and leash felt heavier now, sticky with sweat. I could barely think straight. My mind floated in a hazy, cock-drunk subspace, ashamed but shamefully satisfied. His muffled, furious sounds broke my heart even as my traitorous pussy clenched around the vibrating plug. Strong hands wiped me down gently with warm cloths, almost caring touches. A bottle of water was pressed to my lips. “Drink, Sarah,” the familiar professional voice from the phone said calmly. “You’re doing exceptionally well. This session is proving very valuable.” I drank greedily, some water spilling down my chin onto my clamped nipples. A thick plug was pushed back into my ass, making me whimper as it locked in place. A low vibrating wand was taped against my swollen clit on the lowest setting -- enough to