All Chapters of DIRTY SINS: A compilation of short forbidden stories : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Lena’s POVI was into girls. I just never thought my stepmother knew about it until the day she made her move.It was a cold evening. I was sitting on my bed, curled beneath my blanket, mindlessly scrolling through my phone when Gabbie's message popped up. A small smile tugged at my lips before I even opened it.Gabbie was my best friend and my sex partner. We were supposed to be together, but she said she wasn't ready for any commitment. I wasn't about to beg, so we settled for being fuck buddies instead."Girl, we have a party by eight at Micah's place. Will you be there?"I stared at the message for a long moment, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. I didn't know what to tell her because I wasn't sure I'd make it.Julia, my stepmother, was home.She always had something to say about what I wore. If my shorts were too short or my top showed a little too much skin, she'd wrinkle her nose and call me a slut. Sometimes I wondered if she'd been born wanting to dress like a nun."I'll t

Lena's POV She pulled out her fingers with a slick pop, then lowered her mouth straight to my cunt."Oh, fuckkkk!" I whimpered, squeezing the sheets tighter in my fists. I felt like I'd been thrown onto another fucking planet. It felt so damn good. Who the hell said stepmothers weren't good at this? Never in a million years had I imagined my own stepmother had been craving me all this time. And now that she was actually doing this filthy thing to me, I wanted nothing more than for her to keep going.Her tongue dragged slow and broad from my dripping hole to my swollen clit, then closed around the sensitive bud and sucked hard.I screamed.The sound ripped out of me, loud and shameless, echoing off the bedroom walls. My hips bucked violently against her face, grinding my soaked pussy against her mouth.“Fuck…Julia…oh my God!” My fingers tangled in her hair, holding her there, pulling her closer. I couldn't stop moving. My thighs shook around her head as she rode her tongue, smearing h

The living room was dim, and the air was thick with the smell of alcohol and cigarettes.The big-screen TV glowed on the wall, casting a blue hue across the room. On the screen was me being fucked from behind.My heart thumped painfully as I stared at a video of myself wearing a silver mask that covered most of my face. I was on my knees with my hands bound behind my back. The guy was fucking my mouth mercilessly while I gagged and took him deeper.Then, another guy came into the room, untied my hands, and grabbed my hips. Then he started fingering my cunt. I was moaning while still sucking his dick. The camera zoomed in on my pussy to show how wet I was and how swollen and needy my cunt looked.I remembered the video clearly. Yes, I was a porn star, but I had stopped a long time ago—almost a year now. No one knew my face, not even my director. They valued anonymity more than anything.What surprised me most was how he had found the video. The site was anonymous, and one could only ga

I recognized the voice. It was Ruby, my best friend. We'd also done masked pornography together.How did she even know I was going to be here? My mother must have told her about it.The knock came again, but Uncle Liam didn't pull away.“That's my friend,” I muttered, still pinned against the wall.“How did she know you'd be here?” he asked.“My mother must have told her.”He exhaled and pulled away. Then he stepped back, saying, “You need to answer her.”I saw the disappointment on his face, but the last thing I wanted was for her to find out that I was sleeping with my step-uncle.“Get dressed.” He pulled on his trousers and sat on the couch.I nodded and started picking up my clothes and getting dressed. But he still hadn't told me how he'd found out I was the masked stripper. I wanted to ask, but the knock came again, and he stood up to answer it.I wanted to stop him. Ruby was the type of person with a sharp eye. I just hoped she wouldn't suspect anything unusual.When he opened

Tied and fucked dirty 2Fiona's POVAll six feet of him was dressed in a crisp white shirt that stretched across his broad shoulders and a pair of corporate trousers. He looked like he'd come straight from work. The first two buttons of his shirt were undone, exposing the top of his muscular chest, and the sight alone made my heart skip a beat.Just standing beneath the porch light, he looked even sexier than I remembered. Heat pooled low between my legs because damn... he looked better than ever.But he hadn't spoken to me in almost a year, and now he was standing at my front door.What did he want?A small shopping bag hung from one of his hands while his eyes traveled slowly from my head to my feet before settling back on my face.He wasn't supposed to know it was me.So I did the only thing I could.I pretended I wasn't Fiona.“Who are you?” I asked, trying to make my voice sound different. Maybe a little deeper.“Wow.” He let out a deep, rich chuckle. “Really, Fiona? You expected