All Chapters of EXPOSED CRAVINGS: A Filthy Compilation: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!” The orgasm died instantly. I yanked my hand out of my shorts with a frustrated groan, my pussy throbbing angrily from being denied. My fingers were shiny with my juices. For a moment I considered finishing anyway, but I knew better. If I took too long, Marcus would come banging on the door. I quickly washed my hands and fixed my messy ponytail in the bathroom mirror. My cheeks were flushed pink, my nipples still hard against my thin tank top. I looked exactly like what I was — a frustrated, horny little mess. By the tim

I wanted the bed to swallow me whole.My entire body was frozen in shock, legs still slightly spread, my pussy visibly glistening under the dim bedroom light. My fingers were still shiny and wet from how furiously I’d been touching myself.Damien stood at the edge of the bed like a predator, staring down at my exposed cunt like he owned it.“I… I didn’t hear you knock,” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. I quickly tried to close my legs but his deep voice stopped me immediately.“Don’t.”The single word made my breath catch.Damien’s eyes flicked up to my face, dark and intense. “You’ve been putting on quite the show, Serena. Moaning like a desperate little whore with your legs spread wide open.”My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.“I’m sorry—” I started, but he cut me off.“Sorry?” He let out a low, dangerous chuckle. “You were begging someone to fuck you harder. You were calling yourself a dirty little slut while you fucked your fingers. And now yo

Two days later, I lay in the middle of the massive bed, completely spent. My body was a wreck. My thighs were still trembling, my pussy was swollen and leaking a mixture of both their cum onto the sheets. My hair was a mess, my lips were puffy, and I could barely keep my eyes open. The room smelled strongly of sweat and sex. Damien and Victor lay on either side of me, their breathing still heavy. None of us spoke for a long time. Eventually, Damien sat up first. He looked down at my ruined body, then at my face, his expression unreadable. “The week is over,” he said quietly. Those words hit me harder than I expected. Victor didn’t say anything. He just ran his fingers slowly over my hip, almost like he didn’t want to stop touching me. The next morning, they didn’t try to stop me from leaving. They simply watched as I packed my bag. Damien handed me an envelope with my payment — the original fifteen hundred and another fifteen hundred dollars, plus a very generous tip. Vic

Alexander Kane’s thumb was still resting on my bottom lip, pressing gently like he was testing how soft I was.The simple touch sent heat rushing through my entire body. I hated how my thighs instinctively pressed together. Hated how my nipples had already hardened against my cheap bra.He noticed. Of course he noticed.A dark smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he slowly dragged his thumb down, pulling my bottom lip slightly before letting go.“You’re already blushing,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth. “I haven’t even done anything to you yet.”He walked back behind his desk but didn’t sit down. Instead, he leaned against it, crossing his powerful arms over his chest.“Let me be very clear, Miss Ellis,” he said, his eyes never leaving mine. “I don’t hire girls for their typing skills. I have three of them. The girls who work directly for me… serve a different purpose.”He paused, letting his words sink in.“They belong to me. Their time. Their body. Their pleasure. Every

Alexander’s grip on my thighs tightened as he drove into me with deep, punishing strokes. His eyes were locked on my face, drinking in every moan, every desperate expression as I came down from my orgasm.“Fuck, you squeeze so tight when you cum,” he groaned, his voice rough. “Look at you… falling apart on my cock already.”He leaned over me, folding me almost in half on the marble island. The new angle made him hit even deeper, and I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders.“Daddy— oh god, it’s too deep!” I sobbed, overwhelmed with pleasure.“That’s right. Take every fucking inch,” he growled against my ear. “This pussy was made for me. So wet. So greedy.”His hips snapped forward harder, faster, the wet slapping sounds echoing loudly through the penthouse. I could feel another orgasm building fast, even more intense than the first.Alexander suddenly straightened up, pulled out of me, and yanked me off the island. My legs were shaking so badly I could barely stand.He spun me