All Chapters of Unheard Pleasures (Hot Story Collection): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Lake House 2

I couldn’t sit still at dinner. Sophie was yapping about some guy from her dorm while Lauren cutting tomatoes in the kitchen. Sam sat across from me, calm as usual, laughing at the right times, but every time our eyes met he gave me that small, slow look that made my thighs squeeze together under the table. I barely tasted the food. Kept thinking about his hand underwater, his fingers curling inside me while Sophie was ten feet away. I was soaked again before dessert. After everyone went to bed I waited until the house was dead quiet. 1:18 a.m. I slipped out in the same bikini top and tiny sleep shorts. No bra no panties. Just bare feet on the grass and cool night air hitting my skin, making my nipples hard before I even reached the boathouse. Door was cracked open like he promised. I pushed it Dark inside, smell of wood and lake water. Then his hands were on me. Sam pulled me in out of no where, door shutting soft. Mouth on mine instantly -- rough tongue pushing

Classroom Gamble

*The next day - Class Class was the usual. Professor Nguyen droning about post-colonial lit, projector flickering, twenty-three of us half-asleep in tiered seats. I sat in the back row like always. Nerdy boy Evan, sat one seat over, same hoodie he wore every day, same notebook full of neat handwriting, nervous little glances he thought I didn’t notice. I did I’d noticed him since week one. Not like the frat guys who’d slide into my DMs with dick pics or the jocks who thought a wink would get them in my pants. Evan never said more than “hey” when we passed handouts. Never stared too long, never pushed. He just… looked,, Shy, yh that's the word. Hungry in that quiet, bottled-up way virgins sometimes are. It made my skin tingle in a different way. Made me want to crack him open and see how loud he could actually get when he stopped caring Today I was restless. Still sore from Sam. I needed something reckless. Something that felt like control again. I shifted in his s

Study Room

I couldn’t sit still after class. Blowing even under the desk had left me soaked and restless all day. The taste of him was still in my mouth when I got home, and I kept replaying how he’d tried to protest, how his thighs shook when I took him deep. I wanted more, NEEDED more. Sam and his financèè ... had gone on to who knows where, I was the only one home, and the only person who could give me what I want right now was Caleb - Our English teacher. The Prof who fucked me in his office So I later drove to his house. It was about 9:30 p.m. Suburbs quiet, streetlights soft. I parked two houses down, walked up in the same skirt and cropped hoodie from earlier when he fucked me ruthlessly. In it no bra, nor panties, just the ache between my legs and a stupid amount of confidence. I rang the bell. He opened the door in a gray T-shirt and sweatpants, hair messy like he’d been grading papers. His face went from confused to pure panic immediately he saw me “Riley- wh-what

Caught in the Study Room

The door handle turned, almost opening Then stopped. Locked. Caleb’s hand was still clamped over my mouth, his cock buried deep inside me. We both froze. Outside, his wife’s voice came through, soft but clear. “Caleb? You in there? I brought you dinner.” He didn’t move, didn’t breathe, his dick twitched inside me like it had a mind of its own. "Shh" He saids, his voice barely audible “Hide,” he whispered against my ear “Now.” I slid off him fast, legs still shaking I'm barely walking. The only spot was the narrow gap between the tall filing cabinet and the wall in the corner. I squeezed in, my back pressed to the cold metal, skirt still flipped up, cum already starting to leak down my thigh. Caleb yanked his sweatpants up, wiped his mouth, and opened the door like nothing happened His wife stepped in carrying a plate. “Why’d you lock it?” “Grading papers,” he said, voice steady. “Didn’t want the kid barging in.” She smiled, set the plate on the desk, then s

Rough Fuck with Sam

I stepped into my room and froze. Sam was standing there in the dark, completely naked, cock already hard and thick vains n all,which only got me wet all over again. The belt in his right hand slid slowly across his palm like he’d been waiting a while. Then his eyes moved over me — messy hair, crooked skirt, the faint smell of another man still on my skin. His jaw flexed. “Where the fuck have you been Riley?” I didn’t answer, just closed the door behind me and leaned against it. He walked over, slowly The belt tapped against his thigh once, twice. “You disappear right after we fuck in the boathouse. Come back looking like you just got railed." He says, stepping closer, slowly, "Tell me where you went, Riley.” Still nothing. I didn't open my mouth. I wanted him to force it open He grabbed my arm, spun me around and bent me over the bed. The belt cracked across my ass - sharp, stinging pain ran down. I gasped. But then he hit me again, harder this time, ri

Truth Or Dare

**** A few days had passed since Sam fucked me so hard I could still feel it when I sat down. My hips carried faint bruises shaped like his fingers, and every time I moved too quickly, a dull ache reminded me of how rough he’d been in that boathouse. I should’ve felt guilty, but I know I didn’t, Instead, the memory made me wet all over again. But tonight... Tonight, I needed to forget. Or at least pretend I could. Friday night. Me, Sophie, and two girls from our dorm hit the usual bar downtown. The place was packed, music loud and bass-heavy, neon lights flickering over sticky counters. We started with cheap shots that burned going down, then moved to mixed drinks that went down way too easy. By the third round, everything felt warm and loose, the kind of drunk where your skin tingles and bad ideas start sounding good. We claimed a booth near the back. Sophie was already tipsy, laughing loud about some guy from her psych class who kept sending her dick pics. The ot

Eaten

The hotel door had barely clicked shut before Damian had me pinned against the wall. His massive hand wrapped around my throat, not squeezing hard, just holding me there while his mouth crashed into mine. The kiss was deep and filthy from the start, tongues sliding, lips sucking mind. I could taste the whiskey on him. My hands grabbed at his shirt, desperate, while his other hand shoved my skirt up and ripped my panties off in one brutal yank. The sound of the fabric tearing sent a fresh gush of wetness between my legs “Fuck… you’re dripping down your thighs already,” he growled against my mouth. Two thick fingers pushed straight into me. No teasing or warmup. He started rubbing my clit fast and rough while his tongue kept fucking my mouth passionately. The pressure built so quickly I couldn’t breathe. My legs started shaking. Couldn't hold it no more I moaned loud into his mouth as I came hard, squirting all over his hand, warm and messy, more and more pouring out

Cleaned Up

Damian took one last drag from the cigarette, then crushed it out in the ashtray. He looked down at me like I was something he’d already decided to break. “You’re not leaving until morning,” he said. That’s not a suggestion.” Before I could even catch my breath, he grabbed my ankles and yanked me to the edge of the bed. My legs were still shaking from everything he’d just done with his tongue. He didn’t care, he just flipped me onto my stomach, pulled my hips up so my ass was in the air, and shoved two thick fingers back inside me I moan scream into the pink pillow He pumped them hard a few times, then pulled them out and replaced them with his cock in one brutal thrust. “Fuck!” I cried out. He was thick, bigger than I expected to feel inside me. He stretched me open so wide it burned but in a good way He didn’t give me time to adjust, he just started fucking me immediately. Hard, deep, angry strokes that made the bed slam against the wall hard His hand came d

The cabin

Intro:..... Emma's mum died 2 years back, in a car crash. And her dad disappeared just a year ago. She's now staying with her best friend Brooke, who's leaving with her single Dad.....And that's where things get messy. Let's head on to the story ........ The drive up the mountain was quiet. Brooke was in the passenger seat with her earbuds in, head against the window, asleep before we even hit the highway. Nathan drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the gear shift. I sat in the back with my legs stretched out, pretending to scroll my phone, but really I was watching him in the rearview mirror. He hadn’t said much since we left the city. Just asked if I was comfortable, turned the AC down when I shivered. Same Nathan who used to pick us up from middle school dances, who made us pancakes on Sunday mornings when Brooke’s mom was working night shifts. The man who taught me how to change a tire when I was sixteen because my own dad was already long gone by then.

Stormy night with Dad

I stood on the path for a long time after Nathan went inside. The water from the lake was still dripping down my legs, cold against my skin, but I barely felt it. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. His words kept looping in my head: “Good. Very good.” and the way his eyes had dropped to my body for that half-second before he looked away. I know, I should feel ashamed, that was Nathan. Brooke’s dad. The man who used to let me sleep on his couch when my parents fought. The one who drove us to school when it rained. He’d known me since I was nine. And here I was, nineteen, standing in a bikini, getting wet just from the way he looked at me. Disgusted. I judge myself. Shook my head and went inside, and changed into dry shorts and a tank top. I told myself it was nothing, just my imagination. Just loneliness after the breakup, just the cabin making everything feel too close. Brooke left around eleven, yelling that she was meeting friends from town for

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