Lahat ng Kabanata ng Through Realms Of Sins(Short Stories): Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

The mall lights dimmed to a soft amber glow, the last family leaving. Cassie locked the final gate with a metallic clink, then turned with a green elf dress riding high on her thighs, candy-cane stockings torn from twelve hours on her feet. Jake still sat on the massive red velvet throne, white beard slightly crooked, Santa hat tilted back, eyes dark behind the wire-rimmed glasses. Cassie sauntered over, her hips swaying, bells on her curled shoes jingling. “I’ve been very, very naughty this year, Santa,” she purred, voice low and teasing. Jake’s gloved hand shot out, grabbed her wrist, and yanked her forward so hard she stumbled into his lap, knees straddling the thick red suit. “Naughty, huh?” His voice dropped an octave, rough under the fake beard. “Then sit right here and confess every filthy thing, little elf.” He locked the grotto gate behind them with his free hand, the click loud in the empty hall. Cassie bit her lip, already wet. “Where do I start?” “Beginni

Cassie punched Jake’s door code (12-25-69) and let herself in like she always did.The apartment was dark except for the blue glow of the TV. She kicked off her shoes, dropped her bag, and froze.On the couch, Jake was completely naked, straddling Zach, their third partner in crime.Zach was bigger in every way—6’6, shoulders like a linebacker, and a cock so thick Cassie’s pussy clenched just looking at it.Jake was riding him reverse-cowgirl, ass bouncing, head thrown back, moaning like a porn star.“Fuck, Zach, give it to me harder,” Jake growled, slamming down, taking every inch.Zach’s huge hands gripped Jake’s hips, thrusting up brutally.“You love this dick, don’t you, baby?” Zach rasped.Cassie’s mouth went dry. She stripped fast and sat in the armchair opposite, legs spread wide, fingers already circling her clit.Jake’s eyes found her, dark and feral.“Hey, little elf,” he panted, never slowing. “Enjoying the show?”Cassie whimpered, two fingers sliding inside herself.Za

"Flight 247 to New York, flight 612 to Los Angeles, and all remaining departures this evening have been cancelled due to severe winter weather conditions. We apologise for the inconvenience and recommend passengers seek overnight accommodations."The intercom crackled over the chaotic hum of Chicago O'Hare's terminal, cutting through the frustrated murmurs of hundreds of stranded passengers.David groaned, rubbing his temples as he stared at the departure board flashing red "CANCELED" across every line. Another business trip derailed. He slung his carry-on over his shoulder and joined the people leaving, muttering under his breath."Perfect. Just perfect."Outside, the wind howled. David squeezed onto the last hotel-bound bus, wedged between suitcases and exhausted travellers. That's when he noticed her. She was standing just a few feet away, holding onto the overhead rail with one manicured hand. He read her name tag—Sophia…? Her flight attendant uniform hugged her curves perfectly

David’s hands slid up Sophia’s thighs, bunching her crisp uniform skirt around her waist as he pressed her back onto the unmade bed.“You said you wanted me to ruin this perfect little outfit,” he murmured, voice low and dangerous. “So let’s make it happen.”Sophia’s breath caught, her legs already parting for him. “Do your worst, David. I dare you.”He didn’t waste time. In one swift move, he ripped open her blouse, buttons scattering across the duvet like tiny pearls.“David!” she gasped, half-laughing, half-moaning. “That was my last clean one!”“I’ll buy you ten more,” he growled, mouth descending on her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. “Right now, I need you naked under this skirt.”His fingers hooked into her lace panties and yanked them down her long legs, tossing them aside. She was already soaked again, glistening for him.“Look at you,” he said, sliding two fingers deep inside her without warning. “So wet. You’ve been thinking about this the whole time you were dow

Connor’s eyes snapped open, dark and hungry. “You think I’m tapping out? Give me thirty seconds and I’ll have you screaming again.”Elise laughed, low and throaty. “Promises, promises.” She leaned down, licking a stripe up his neck to his ear. “I want to ride your face this time. I’ve been fantasising about it since the hot tub.”Connor groaned, his hands immediately grabbing her hips. “Fuck yes. Get up here.”She didn’t wait. Straddling his chest, she slid forward until her knees framed his head. Connor’s hands gripped her thighs, pulling her down the last few inches until her dripping core hovered over his mouth.“Sit,” he ordered, voice rough. “Don’t hover. I want all of you.”Elise lowered herself slowly, gasping the second his tongue made contact.“Oh my goodness—Connor!”He licked her like a starving man at first, then circling her clit. His hands kneaded her ass, spreading her wider, holding her exactly where he wanted.“Ride me,” he mumbled against her folds. “Use my face, Eli