All Chapters of A TASTE OF SIN: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 5The TapeClara’s pov I almost lost control last night. Every time I closed my eyes I could still feel that damn toy pulsing inside me while people stood around laughing and talking. Oliver kept turning it higher and higher until I had to run to the bathroom and cum with my hand over my mouth like a desperate slut. I hated how much I liked it. I hated how wet I still got just thinking about it. The shame was still sitting heavy on my chest this morning. It made me feel like a dirty slut, but my body didn’t care. It kept replaying everything.Roberto was already in the shower when I woke up. I pinched the bridge of my nose out of disgust and groaned.I walked toward my closet and threw on a thin crop top that barely covered anything and gym shorts that rode up my ass.My nipples were rock hard. You could visibly see them through the thin fabric, but I didn’t care. I just wanted a cup of coffee to kickstart my day.I walked into the kitchen half-asleep, yawning like there was

PUNISHING HER CUNTLila had the house to herself that afternoon and she planned to use every quiet minute of it. Her mother had left for the store with a long list and said she would be gone at least two hours, maybe longer if the traffic was bad. Dylan had been texting her all morning, telling her how hard he was at work and how much he needed to see her touch herself for him. She locked the front door out of habit, stripped down completely, and settled on the couch with her legs spread wide so the phone camera on the coffee table could catch everything. The little red light blinked as she started recording.She cupped her small breasts with her right hand and squeezed them the way Dylan always liked, pinching the nipples until they stood out stiff. Her left hand slid between her legs and found her clit already sensitive. She rubbed slow circles at first, then pushed one finger inside herself and let out a soft sound for the camera. She was already wet just from thinking about him wa

LYING TO MY BOYFRIEND Lila's pov I kept my eyes closed for a second longer after the bed shifted under his weight. My heart was slamming so hard I was sure he could hear it. Then his hand touched my hip through the blanket and I knew there was no pretending.“I know you’re awake,” he said, voice quiet so it wouldn’t carry down the hall.I opened my eyes. The room was dark except for a little light coming under the door. He was sitting on the edge of the bed in just his sweatpants. I could see the shape of his cock already hard under the fabric.“My mum—” I started.“She’s asleep. Door’s locked. You’re not going to make a sound unless I tell you to.”He pulled the blanket down. The cool air hit my legs and I shivered. His hand slid under my t-shirt and straight to my breast, squeezing slow. I bit my lip hard.“Still wet from earlier?” he asked.I didn’t answer. He pushed my legs open and felt between them. His fingers came away shiny.“Yeah. You are.”He tugged my underwear down and

Lila’s Pov I stayed on top of Dylan after Aiden left, both of us breathing hard. His cock was still inside me, soft now, and everything was leaking out around it—his cum, Aiden’s from earlier, the mess from my ass. The room smelled like sex. Neither of us moved for a long time.Finally Dylan shifted under me.“How long?” he asked. His voice sounded strange. “How long has he been… doing that to you?”I didn’t lift my head from his shoulder. I could feel his heart beating fast.“A few days,” I said. “It started when he caught me making that video for you.”“And you just let him?”“It wasn’t like that.” I swallowed. My throat felt tight. “He didn’t really give me a choice at first. And then… I don’t know. My body kept reacting even when my head was telling me to stop.”Dylan was quiet for a second. His hands were still on my hips but they weren’t holding me the same way anymore.“You lied about the period,” he said.“I know. I wasn’t horny yet. That’s why I said it. I didn’t want you in

Eleanor sat in the waiting area of the Boston firm with her hands folded tight in her lap. The skirt she wore was tight across her hips and the blouse pulled just enough across her chest to make the shape of her tits obvious. She knew what she looked like. Petite frame, tiny waist that looked almost unreal next to the heavy swell of her breasts. Men always stared. Today she needed them to do more than stare.Her résumé was weak, and she knew it. She didn’t have any fancy degree, nothing that matched the job description. Desperation had dragged her here anyway. With rent being due, and account almost empty. She couldn’t walk out of this building empty handed.The assistant finally called her name. Eleanor stood, smoothed her skirt, and followed her into the conference room.Five men sat around the long table. Their suits screamed luxury. They all smelt rich. Just the way Eleanor liked it. Their eyes hovered over her body the second she stepped inside. The one at the head of the table,