All Chapters of Forbidden Filth : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

TRIXIEI took the elevator up, heart racing, practicing what I’d say to seduce him. The assistant met me briefly and pointed to his office door. “Just go right in.”I opened the door quietly, a seductive smile on my lips. The sight before me destroyed everything.Marcus had a young, tight-bodied woman probably an intern in her mid-twenties, bent over his massive oak desk. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist, panties dangling from one ankle. He was pounding into her relentlessly, his hips slapping loudly against her firm ass, grunting with raw pleasure I hadn’t heard in years.“Fuck, your pussy is so goddamn tight and perfect,” he groaned, slapping her ass hard enough to leave marks. “Nothing like my wife’s loose, ruined cunt after popping out kids.”The girl moaned like a pornstar, pushing back against him. “Yes, sir! Fuck me harder! Use my tight little hole!”I dropped the garment bag with a thud. Marcus glanced over, saw me standing there frozen, and didn’t even slow his brutal

EMMAI was failing everything, but I didn’t care. At 19, my mind was constantly flooded with filthy thoughts instead of equations and formulas. My parents finally snapped and set up these intense private night classes. Math with Mr. Harlan — that 48-year-old beast of a man with his broad shoulders, salt-and-pepper hair, deep commanding voice, and the kind of experienced stare that made my young pussy clench and drip every single time. Then sciences with Miss Lena, that sharp 32-year-old goddess with massive E-cup tits, a thick juicy ass, and a dominant energy that made me fantasize about her sitting on my face.Tonight my parents were gone for the whole weekend. The house was empty, and both teachers were staying over after their late sessions. My cunt had been throbbing all day just thinking about Mr. Harlan’s thick cock. I decided to be bold as fuck.I dressed like a total slut: a tiny pleated skirt that barely covered my ass, no panties whatsoever, my smooth shaved pussy already sw

REINAI’ve known Yvonne my entire life. She’s been Mum’s best friend forever — always around, always teasing and laughing, but to me she was pure sexual obsession. At 52, her body was built for sin: massive heavy F-cup tits, wide breeding hips, a thick juicy ass that jiggled when she walked, and a pussy I had fantasized about for years. I’d caught accidental glimpses of her naked before. Those huge pendulous breasts with their fat dark nipples but it was her cunt I craved most. I wanted to bury my face in it and eat her like a starving whore.And one day, I got my chance. Mum sent me over to Yvonne with an important file. “Just let yourself in, Reina. She’s probably home.” I knew the code. My pussy was already wet as I drove there, imagining her changing or something. I never expected what I walked into.I punched in the code quietly and stepped inside. Moans and the wet slapping of flesh hit me immediately. I crept to the living room doorway and froze.Yvonne was on all fours on the

CALEBI couldn’t stop thinking about her. Maya. My father’s new wife. At 28, she was young enough to be his daughter, with a body that haunted every waking moment of my 22-year-old life. Those massive, heavy DD tits that strained against her clothes, wide hips made for breeding, and a fat, juicy ass that jiggled with every step. How the hell did my 62-year-old father land a woman like her?I’d become addicted to the stolen moments. Late at night, I’d creep to their bedroom door and watch her undress through the crack — bending over in tiny lace panties, her pink pussy lips peeking out. I’d stand outside the bathroom when she showered, stroking my thick cock to the silhouette of her huge tits pressed against the foggy glass. Every time I jerked off, it was her face I saw, her body I imagined taking.Tonight, Dad had taken strong sleeping pills after complaining about his back. He was dead to the world upstairs. I heard soft footsteps around 2:17 AM and slipped out of my room.Maya came

TONYI’ve wanted to break Victoria for months. My boss. The ice queen of the company. 38 years old, tall, commanding, with sharp cheekbones, piercing green eyes, and a body built like a fucking wet dream—full, heavy tits always hidden under strict blouses, a tight ass that strained her pencil skirts, and long legs that could make any man kneel. She ran board meetings like a dominatrix, voice cold and authoritative. She barely glanced at me during presentations, but I always caught it: her eyes dropping to the bulge in my pants for a split second longer than professional. She wanted it. She just refused to admit it.Today I was done waiting. Before the 10 AM board meeting, I slipped into the executive conference room early. The massive oak table had a long, thick tablecloth that reached the floor on all sides—perfect cover. I hid underneath at her usual seat, heart hammering, cock already rock-hard in my slacks.The executives filed in. Victoria arrived last, commanding the room in a t