
Fifty Shades Of Filthy Desires
Warning! 18 and above, contains explicit sexual content to invade your lustful desires.
This is unfiltered, it is forbidden, it's stories that will keep you up at night.
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"Ever had sex before?" he asks as he begins to take off his pants. There's a huge bulge in his boxer already.
"Ye..yes," I stutter. He closes the distance between us and grabs my right boob in his palm.
"Good, cause i'm going to fuck your little cunt till you beg me to stop." I clench my thighs to ease the ache building up down there.
"Bend over, princess."
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This collection of erotica contains BDSM, REVERSE HAREM, SEXUAL TERMS YOU DIDN'T KNOW EVEN EXISTED.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
This is a collection of every lustful desires you've ever had. Grab a wine and a pleasure toy, YOU WILL NEED IT!
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Chapter 1
Avery
I'm going to regret this.
Or not.
“This is a very very bad idea, Kate.”
Kate nudges my shoulder, shrugging as I turn away from the chaos to look at her.
“Relax, Avery. It’s just a party,” she says giggling, already half-drunk. I should have known she was drunk when I called her and her responses were slurred. My fucking boyfriend broke up with me tonight and Kate was the only one I could call. Her solution for getting over my ex was joining her at the college boobs and booze party.
“Just a party? There are fucking boobs everywhere..” an obviously drunk blondie with large boobs passes by, waving at me with a wink. “In my face!” I continue as I shoot daggers with my eyes at Kate.
“That was fucking hot,” she laughs, taking one more shot down.
“Kate!”
“Where would you rather be, Avery? At home crying in your fucking bed? Or at this party kissing hot dudes and girls?”
I stay silent, knowing I do not want to do the former. Hell, I do not want to think of him ever again.
Kate leans in closer to me, her dark hard nipples grazing my bare arm. “You might even get fucked with some good dick, not the tiny weenie Derek had you stuck with.”
“Kate,” I whisper-yell, hitting her playfully. She had seen my ex-boyfriend’s dick when she mistakenly walked into my room while I was giving the jerk a blowjob.
“You know I'm only saying the truth girl,” Kate says, raising her eyebrows.
“I’ll stay,” I whisper.
“Now you’re talking bitch.” Kate hands me a cup of what I think should be alcohol but doesn’t quite smell like it. I don’t bother to ask as I hold my breath, downing the contents in a gulp. My throat burns almost immediately.
“Now, take off your top and show off those titties.” I hesitate for a moment, thinking about how much of a bad idea this is. “It’s a boobs and booze party for fucks sake, Avery,” Kate adds, gesturing to her bare titties and alcohol on the table.
“Ladies…ladies,” a dark-skinned dude with beautiful grey eyes walks up to us. He has his eyes fixed on my legs.
“Heavens, those are perfect legs.” He licks his bottom lip and finally drags his eyes to mine. “I’ll give anything to spread them and have you sit on my face,” he adds.
“Avery, Ben. Ben, Avery,” Kate says, doing the awkward introductory part.
“K, you never told me you had a very hot friend,” Ben says. I become awkwardly shy.
“You never asked,’ Kate replies.
A scream, overpowering the loud music steals our attention as we turn in the direction it came from. One of the cheerleading hotties is getting fucked on a couch by Mason, the football captain. He is pounding into her from behind, her ass cheeks jiggling with each thrust. I shut my eyes, looking away as fast as I can.
“How?” I ask, puzzled why I get to watch two adults fuck themselves out in the open …” Why?”
“The party’s just getting started,” Ben laughs, turning back to look at me.
“Heads up, Ben, Avery’s one of the good girls,” Kate adds with a mocking tone.
“I’m not a good girl,” I retort.
“Then prove it to me,” Kate dares, her eyes growing darker with mischief.
“I will,” I answer before thinking of how foolish this is going to turn out to be.
“Then take that damn top off,” she dares. I fucking hate her but backing out will make Ben and everyone here think I’m a weak one. I stop myself just before I talk myself out of it.
“Fuck yes,” I retort, pulling my pink crop top over my head, leaving just my black mini-skirt.
“Well fuckkkkk,” Ben groans as his gaze moves to my boobs. Kate has a smug look on her face. “Much better. Now go fuck!”
The blonde girl who had passed before walks to us this time and stops in front of Kate. She has nothing at this time.
“I’ll catch up with you later, Avery,” Kate says, her eyes glued to the blondie’s heavy chest. “Or not.” She spanks the blondie’s ass, pulling her away with her as they leave Ben and I on the spot.
“Let’s go have some fun,” he says, nodding his head towards the stairs. I follow behind him as he leads us through a crowd of high and drunk college kids till we get to an empty room upstairs. There’s a bed with blue sheets half-laid.
“Ever had sex before?” he asks as he begins to take off his pants. There’s a huge bulge in his boxer already.
“Ye..yes,” I stutter.
He closes the distance between us and grabs my right boob in his palm.
“Good, cause i’m going to fuck your little cunt till you beg me to stop.” I clench my thighs to ease the ache building up down there.
“Bend over, princess.”
Fuck Derek.
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