Corruption Kink Novels & Stories

Corinne's heart skipped a beat, and by the time she regained her senses, she quickly threw the fork away and replaced it with a new one. Jeremy frowned. "Do I disgust you that much?" Corinne cleared her throat, curled her lips, and said, "It's unhygienic. Sharing utensils is equivalent to engaging in a ritual of germ exchange! You might not mind it as much, but I do!" Jeremy snorted softly. "Too late to worry about that. The germ exchange between us has already happened." 'Germ...exchange…' Although he did not mention anything in specific, he was clearly referring to what happened on the night she got drugged, was in heat, and engaged in a passionate spiritual and physical encounter with him

He never took 'No' for any answer. By day he was am established businessman. At night, he was a beast. Feasting on horny women's wet cunts in the Phoenix. This motherfucker was not a 'sisi'. Ejaculation not enough to put him to bed. Every cum, meant another opportunity to go again. *** The above comparison echoed at the back of her mind as Corinth's tongue first touched her cunt. Her body shuddered vehemently. Corinth meticulous screwed his tongue into her cunt. And, slowly pulled it out. His tongue was redeployed on the clit. He lavishly rub it thereon - saliva oozed and lubricanted the 'bean'.

“This is…” “Arousing.” She completes the word for me and lurches to my side, to the place I am staring at a woman whose cunt is full display on the camera. “People have these kinks they'd love to learn or to try.” She begins and I give her my full attention. “I was able to learn that from a few of my friends who wanted to explore that types of sex shits others don’t acknowledge, I came up with the idea of…creating a website and making it available for those that want to explore those kinda kinks. Like tying a woman to a bed with ropes or handcuffs, swatting a woman’s ass cheeks, cunt, pulling her upside down to fuck her, ways to scissor, ways to make your partner bleed and shits like that…”

Then she looks up and speaks directly: “I brought everything. The names. The evidence. The full scheme.” A heavy silence falls over the room. Maeve takes a deep breath and begins. “My father and Richard built a corruption network that’s been running for over fifteen years. It’s not just random bribes. It’s a system. They buy protection. They buy impunity. And they do it in an organized way.” She opens one of the papers and starts listing. “There are thirty names in total. People who receive money regularly. Some have been receiving it for years. Others joined the scheme more recently.”

That didn't feel too good but the system was in the works and there's nothing I could do about it. It was an all girls boarding school. As you can imagine, those four years were full of drama and memorable moments. Being bi-sexual didn't bond too well in the conservative African environment that we live in. It was chalked up to sexual immorality and at best, just teenage hormones. I think being in a girls boarding school did nothing to ease that and if anything just amplified the so-called hormones.

Even thinking of it now excited me, made me crazy with need. Everything has been exhilarating and wild, in ways that made me seem like a sex starved and obsessed person. I’d never been this way before though, I used to be prim and proper and only respond to guys who were eager to worship me during sex, and I thought that was as good as it gets. Well, until Alex unlocked a degradation kink that made sex a thousand times more pleasurable. Each time he berates me, or talks dirty with that fucking hot voice of his, I end up getting so wet that it scares me.

The roses were one thing, but then tonight, he’d all but rejected her—punished her for her indiscretion and left her wanting. And he must know by now, after all he’d allowed her to see about his business and himself, that she understood how Sinclair and Associates operated. She’d been looking at a board member’s communications across multiple years. She’d seen the kind of corruption that got hidden within the ranks, the way high-profile members of the organization skirted the rules and maneuvered for power and advantage. Kade might have his secrets, but his company had fewer and fewer from her every day. Leo Braugh, Tod Richardson… They’d died, because of her work. One way or another. This w

Kevin grabbed Crimson and pinned her againts the wall as soon as they entered their bedroom, he began kissing her neck and face, Crimson was able to complete her work and remove his belt drawing his trousers down and leaving him only in his briefs, Crimson new how hard and turn on he was because his manhood has been pinned to her belly bottun for long, begging to be let out, she chuckled as she removed her sweatpants in one go, she had to break the kiss and let Kevin help her with her sweatshirt, she wasn't wearing anything beneath it and the next thing Kevin did as soon as her clothing was off was pinch her left b**bs before bringing his lips down and kissing her right b**b gently, he then

“I don’t believe that. So you suddenly woke up one day with a high libido and an urge to have dominant sex and a god complex too?” He lets out a surprised laugh, then winces because it hurts his stomach. “Andrea…” “What? I'm genuinely asking.” I keep my expression innocent. “It's a legitimate question.” He's quiet for a second and then he actually laughs, short and low and real, and it does something embarrassing to my chest. “No,” he says, composing himself. “That's a kink I developed. Based on experience.” “Experience,” I repeat. “Yes.” “Whose experience?”

"I bring truth, Chief Aldwin. War against corruption, if you don't join our war." "Speak." Chief Mordane of Grimhold leaned forward, his battle-scarred face showing professional interest. "The corruption that tainted Prince Kael did not observe territorial borders," Marcus answered, his military background giving frank honesty to threats that did not observe political borders. "It traveled by water, by trade, by contact with tainted persons. Your seclusion guarded you this time, but next time your fortune may not hold." Stormwatch's Chief Ragnar wriggled in his chair, the stone chair creaking beneath his massive frame. "And why do you think there will be a next time?"