All Chapters of Sin And Seduction (A Wet Collection): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I stumbled back, my jaw unlocking, lips parting as it swung inward. I nearly dropped the bottle of wine but ended up hugging it to my chest as I gasped, both at seeing who it was and the freezing glass suddenly pressed to my cleavage. But it wasn’t relief that filled me when I saw it was my uncle who stood on the other side, dressed all in black and looking me up and down. It was a wave of heat and lust that instantly slammed into me as well as a healthy dose of fear. I moved several steps back. This was my uncle. Family. I shouldn’t have any anxiety being around him, but the way he looked at me was primal. Animalistic. And combined with the shame I felt from my lust toward him, my emotions lit up as wholly negative. Family or not. He came in and shut the door behind him, sealing us in together. This felt… different. And not just because his eyes dropped to where the chilled bottle of wine had hardened my nipples enough they certainly showed through my pajama top. Wh

I shivered, my breasts feeling so sensitive and heavy, my nipples tight and tingling even more than they were from the freezing wine bottle I pressed to my chest seemingly a lifetime ago when he came through the front door.      “I should toss you over my knee and spank that gorgeous, little ass to teach you a lesson.” Another moan from me and he groaned in response. “Fuck, you like that, don’t you—thinking about your uncle seeing how wet you get for him?”      I couldn’t answer and just hyperventilated as I envisioned Damien bending me over, baring my ass, and cracking his palm across the cheeks.      “Tell me, beautiful girl.”      “I—I….”      He dragged his tongue along my ear again.      “It’s too wrong, but I want you, and I don’t know why.”      He bit my lobe then swiped his tongue over it. It made me even wetter, my panties drenched, my inner muscles clenching and relaxing.      Before I could catch my bearings, Damien

“That’s it, Fina. You’re Uncle’s good, little girl as you choke on my cock and get ready to swallow my wad.”      Damien started really thrusting back and forth then, pushing his cock deep into my mouth and retreating so the slick, salty tip smeared across my lips before plunging all the way in again, his balls slapping my chin.      “Take me deeper, pretty girl.”      I had no control over what was happening, could only grasp his powerful thighs and let him face-fuck me. He pushed in so far he had to wiggle my head around by his grip on my hair to work the crown of his thick cock the deepest it went so far, until it wedged in my throat. It felt like it was lodged in there to the point it would be impossible to pull back out which made me panic—unable to breathe—and start to fight to get away from him.      And then he came, the sadist getting off on my useless struggle, spraying his load into my belly, holding my head to him so tightly my nose was buri

Finalizing your divorce might be the worst day in some people’s life. But not in mine. To me, it was finally the last fucking hurtle I had to jump to get to the finish line. For the last two years, I’d been trying to get this shit settled so I could close that chapter of my life. But my bitch of an ex-wife, the woman I once thought I’d grow old with, the one I created a family with, dragged this shit out, because she turned out to be sadistic as fuck. I closed the front door and tossed my keys on the kitchen table, immediately going to the fridge and grabbing a beer. Fuck the fact that it was only three in the afternoon. I needed a damn six-pack. After popping the cap and leaning against the kitchen counter, I guzzled half the bottle and thought about where the hell things had gone so wrong. I married Heather when we were both eighteen, right after our high school graduation. We’d been so young, but we were in love—or so I thought—and it seemed like

I was so wet. My pussy was sloppy as I feverishly worked my fingers over my clit.      When I came, I bit my lip, feeling the pleasure explode out of me. I knew I was home alone, but I still had to be quiet. Because the words that always fell from my lips when I orgasmed were too forbidden to speak above a whisper.      My hand was a sticky mess as I continued to masturbate, since once was never enough, my pussy cream soaking my fingers as I fucked myself with them. The squelching sounds that filled the room and the scent of sex and musk turned me on even more.      I pumped my fingers three more times inside my cunt before burying them fully, shuddering as another climax peaked.      “Oh, Daddy!” I moaned, the words involuntarily coming out of me as they always did, my heart racing and my pussy muscles clamping down even harder just hearing them before relaxing around the digits.      Suddenly, I heard something—a heavy sound that had me