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“Look at yourself in the mirror. Look at what you’ve become. My dirty little slut.” Her reflection stared back at her, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, eyes glassy with lust. He slid his hand down between her thighs, dragging it over her soaked pussy, pinching her ass to her clit. “Dripping already,” Jacob growled. “All this mess for me." He rubbed her clit hard, fast circles that made her legs buckle. “Ohhh fuck,” Ehi cried, her voice breaking. “Oh god yes.” Her orgasm tore through her, thighs trembling, toes curling as she clung to him. He held her upright, then shoved her forward, sliding his cock into her in one brutal thrust.

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

This big boss was supposed to look down on Uea for being too clumsy~ until the drunken main character who rejected Theo seduced the big boss to bed! It was really a filthy short story... 'But isn't that why I'm here?' 'I love filthy short stories the most!' Uea laughed wickedly. The door opened, and Ryan returned with a cup of water. After drinking the water, Uea knew there was no chance to touch or eat, so he left the office and returned to sleep in his office. Later in the evening, he received a call from Ryan, who wanted Uea to accompany him to meet a business partner in a bar.

She said you were with her mom. The one with the tattoos rolled her eyes. "Every time she talks about that deadbeat husband, it makes me want to punch something." Then she looked at me. "Wanna hear mine ?” I nodded. “I'm a hustler. I had a client who refused to pay up. He thought he could use me and get away with it. So I sent him straight to hell." She said it so casually, but the chilling truth of her words made me shiver. Yet, I understood.

Anita struggled to swallow Stacie’s words,she didn’t expect to get such news. And he had chosen to move on with Mimie of all ladies,she wasn’t really surprised it was Mimie. She was capable of anything and had sworn to do anything to get Rio to herself. She had pondered on Stacie’s words,she wondered why the woman had chosen to see her a sex worker. She had never been a fan of indecent dressing so she found it disturbing when she was addressed as such. Stacie had been less interested in what she had to say when she tried explaining who she was to Rio, shooed Anita away and told her to never come back.

After a minute or two he was down and gave the papers back to Malcolm, “You can continue your story Mr. Hastings.” Malcolm just nodded his head and went on as if there were no interruptions, “My mother was living in the center of London when she was younger. All she wanted was to succeed in life. She wanted to become a singer or an actress, but on the way to reach that she met bad people who lured her in their even worse businesses. Suddenly she was working in a night club as a striper. Out of nowhere one night Mr. Henderson showed at the same club and made sure to speak with her as sweet as he could. My mother was young and naive and when he was promising her a better life for at least a mo

“No, not always. Sometimes they stick out, and he did. I could bet anything it was his first time at a strip club, or any kind of club for that matter.” “Hmm. What sin did you commit?” “I lied,” she said with a chuckle. “I mean, among other things, of course. I told him the private dance was on the house, but it wasn’t really. I did it because I wanted to.” My back turned rigid. The delusional part of my mind kept telling me she couldn’t possibly be recounting our encounter. It had to be someone else, right? There was a high chance she had offered a private dance to another man, claiming it was on the house even if it wasn't. Right?

**Host’s Introduction** The lights dim even lower now. Some confessions are born from love. Others from greed. But the darkest ones… come from desperation. Tonight’s story is about a young woman who offered her body to save her brother. She thought it would be one month of hell. She had no idea she was signing away her soul to a man who collects women like trophies… and breeds them like property. Welcome to the confession of Lila Kane. --- **Story 2: Debt of Flesh**

Hunter pushes him and clenches his fist, "I'm not a disgusting cock sucker like you!" Harvey scoffs, "Won't you like to have your cock sucked? Huh, Hunter?" he whispers and approaches him. He rests his forehead on his and licks his lower lip, "Be honest. You never imagined me on my knees and giving you the best time of your life?" he asks, sending his warm breath all over Hunter's body. Hunter gulps and shakily pushes him again, "Nonsense!" he shouts, "That's harassment! I'll have you sued for this!" he takes deep breaths. "You're fucking disgusting," he mutters before he pushes him again, making him stumble on the ground.

Mr. Hawkins, the stern yet handsome history teacher, had been harboring secret desires for his star pupil, Ethan, for months now. The young man's quick wit, dazzling smile, and lithe physique drove the educator wild with lust, though he always maintained a professional demeanor... until today.