Filthy Obsessions. A Filthy Compilation Of Forbidden Desires

** Trigger Warning**

This collection is not safe.

Not for your morals. Not for your comfort.

Inside these pages, you'll find public degradation, corruption of innocence, voyeurism, cum worship, daddy kinks, strap-ons, virgin ruin, twisted love, and begging that sounds a lot like prayer.

There are no safe words here.

Only wrong men. Wet sheets. And women who stop pretending they want to be saved.

If you've ever said "just one more chapter" with a hand between your thighs

Welcome to Filthy Obsessions.

The elevator ride made her wetter.

Sariah had worn nothing under the trench coat except a red lace thong and a push-up bra that barely contained her tits. She'd sprayed perfume between her thighs, tied her hair up the way he liked.

She touched herself in the backseat of the Uber.

Twice.

First was a quick rub against her thigh while imagining his cock slamming into her over the desk. Second was full fingers down the front, pressing her clit hard through her panties until she bit her lip and tasted blood.

But she didn't finish.

Not yet.

She wanted him to finish her.

If he could still do it.

She was done waiting.

Six years married. Two since he made her scream. Now, she was walking into his office to remind him who the fuck he married.

When she walked in, Keon looked up from his desk. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, tie loose, hair messy. Fuck. He was still sexy. Just... useless in bed lately.

"Sariah?" he blinked. "Everything okay?"

She dropped the coat.

And his eyes went wide.

Her tits bounced slightly with the move, full and firm in the lace cups. Her nipples were already hard, nipples dark through the fabric. Below, her pussy shaved, wet, and barely covered by red strings soaked from the ride over. Her pussy peeked through the tiny triangle of her thong, soaked, creamy, glistening.

"Sariah, what"

"I missed being fucked," she said, walking toward him. "Thought I'd remind you what's waiting at home."

He stood, stunned. His cock was already growing in his pants.

She grabbed his tie, pulled him in, kissed him rough-tongue, spit, teeth. Then she dropped to her knees,

She unzipped him fast. His cock sprang out-already growing, half-hard in her fist.

Thick. Gorgeous. Half-hard.

"God, I missed this dick," she breathed. "So thick... so fucking good when it's hard."

He groaned. "You can't just"

"Shut up."

She licked up the side, slow, then wrapped her lips around the head, tasting his pre-cum on her tongue.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned. "You're gonna make me cum already."

Her mouth bobbed on his cock, spit dripping down her chin. She took him deep, choking a little, eyes locked on his while her hand slipped between her thighs.

He grabbed her head. "Shit, that mouth"

She licked from the base up, slow, tongue dragging across every inch. Then she opened wide and took him in, lips sealing around his shaft with a dirty slurp.

Keon's head dropped back. "Shit, baby..."

She sucked him like she meant it. Mouth slick, throat relaxed. She pulled him deeper until he hit the back, until her spit dripped down her chin, until she had to grip the base just to keep from choking.

He grabbed her hair. His cock throbbed. "Goddamn-don't stop. That mouth... fuck-"

She didn't stop. Not until she felt it:

That shift.

That slow, dreaded loss of tension.

He twitched... then softened.

Mid-thrust. Mid-fucking moan, his dick wilted.

She froze.

Pulled off. Stared.

Keon looked down in horror. "Wait-I-I don't know what happened."

Her eyes were glassy. Her lips still wet. Her hand trembled on his thigh.

"It happened again," she whispered. "You can't even stay hard when I'm half-naked on my knees?"

He grabbed her wrist. "Baby, I'm sorry. I want you, I do-I'm just stressed. Work's been hell-"

"Stop."

She stood up. Shaking. Furious. Devastated.

"Do you even fucking see me anymore?"

Keon looked broken.

"Let me make it up to you," he begged. "Please."

Keon looked panicked. "Fuck-I'm sorry, baby. I swear I don't know why-"

"Is it me?" she hissed. "Is it my body? My mouth? My pussy? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

She stood too-angry, heartbroken, dripping with a need that wasn't going anywhere.

"I came here to fuck you. To remind you I'm yours. I was ready to bend over that desk, beg for your cock, ride you until we broke the chair"

"Sariah"

"Instead you gave me a soft dick and excuses."

Her panties clung to her pussy lips, completely soaked from anticipation. Her clit throbbed, desperate for friction. She wanted to scream. Or cry. Or ride the desk lamp just to prove a point.

But then she looked at him.

And he looked... destroyed.

"I'm sorry," he said again, voice rough. "Let me try again. Please. Let me taste you."

She crossed her arms. "No."

He dropped to his knees anyway.

He kissed her inner thighs, slow. Gentle. His fingers traced the edge of her thong, pulling it aside, revealing her pussy-creamy, hot, slick with frustration.

"You're so fucking wet," he whispered.

"Of course I am. I wanted to be used."

He licked her, soft at first. His tongue dragged through her folds, tasting the mess she'd made for him. She grabbed the back of his head and forced him deeper.

"Eat it like you want to keep me," she snapped.

He tried. Tongue working, lips sucking her clit, fingers sliding in slow. It felt good. Almost.

But not enough.

"Harder," she moaned. "Faster. Stop teasing. I need to fucking cum"

He sped up. She rocked her hips, used his face, rode his mouth like a cock. For a second, she felt the edge

Almost there

Then he changed the rhythm. Slowed down.

She snapped.

"Fuck off."

She pushed him back.

"Stop pretending like you know what you're doing," she spat. "You don't. You used to wreck me. Now you fuck me like I'm fragile."

"I was trying"

"Trying doesn't make me cum, Keon."

He stood. Silent. Broken. His lips shiny from her pussy, his cock still soft.

She grabbed her coat and opened her purse.

"Someone gave me this."

She dropped a black envelope on his desk.

"An elite sex club. They said it saves marriages. I told them mine was dying. And they said if you can't fix it..."

She turned to leave.

He opened the envelope.

Inside was a black card. One word printed in deep silver: Come.

And beneath it, a handwritten note:

"If you can't make her cum... I will.

The sex club smelled like sweat, cum, and leather.

Sariah stood beside her husband, tight dress clinging to her thighs, panties already damp just from the moans echoing through the dim room. She wanted to feel something. Anything.

Keon hadn't touched her right in months. Their fucking had turned soft, forgettable-quick strokes, no filth, no hunger. She missed being wrecked. Screamed for. Fucked until her pussy gushed.

A couple moaned near the back room, the woman tied to a beam, her tits bouncing while some stranger slammed into her soaked cunt from behind.

Sariah clenched her thighs. Keon looked away.

Coward.

This was supposed to fix them. Supposed to remind them what it felt like to want.

But so far?

She felt nothing. Just the same cold ache between her legs, and the even colder silence between them.

"Wanna leave?" Keon asked, quiet.

Before she could answer, a voice slid through the shadows.

"You're not here for fun. You're here because your pussy's starving and his cock's forgotten how to fuck."

They turned.

She was stunning. Dark eyes, long black gloves, red leather corset hugging her waist like a whip. She smelled like sex and power.

"I'm Dr. Vale," she said. "I'm a sex therapist. But I don't do talking. I teach couples with wet mouths and thick dicks."

.The woman didn't blink-just looked Sariah up and down like she already knew where this was headed.

"You're bored," the woman said. Her voice was velvet wrapped around a knife. "And he's frustrated."

Keon stiffened. "Excuse me?"

She leaned closer, brushing her thumb across Sariah's wrist.

"I do watching. Restraining. Correcting. Ruining."

Sariah's breath hitched.

Dr. Vale handed them a black card with silver script. One word only: Come.

"Tomorrow. 10 p.m. Bring nothing but trust. Leave everything else at the door."

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Next Night – 10 p.m.

The room was red-lit, candles flickering. There was a wide padded table, a wall of toys-straps, plugs, vibrating wands, nipple clamps, dildos the size of wine bottles.

Sariah felt her nipples harden through her coat. Her panties were already sticky. Her pussy fluttered at the idea of someone else telling her what to do.

Sariah's heart slammed. Keon looked ready to bolt.

Then Dr. Vale entered like a queen .

This time, she wore a floor-length sheer robe, her curves barely concealed. Her lips were painted the color of danger.

"Strip," she said. "Clothes off. Cocks and cunts out. Now."

Keon hesitated. She didn't.

Sariah peeled her dress over her hips, letting her dark nipples and creamy thighs breathe in the open air. Her pussy was already wet-slick, glistening, a mess for anyone to taste.

Keon's cock twitched as he undressed. He was thick-but he hadn't used it right in too long. She needed it deep, sloppy, begging for mercy.

Dr. Vale circled them like prey.

"Keon," she said. "Lie down. Arms strapped. Legs open. I want that cock exposed and twitching."

He obeyed, silent, eyes wide. She tied him down-tight. His cock stood hard against his belly, already leaking pre-cum.

"Pretty," she purred. "But useless without control."

Then she turned to Sariah.

"Sit in that chair. Legs wide. Show him the pussy he hasn't earned in weeks."

Sariah slid her slick panties down, spread her thighs open, and put two fingers in her creamy cunt.

Keon moaned.

"Fuck, baby... you're dripping"

Dr. Vale cut him off. "No talking."

She knelt between Sariah's thighs, tongue dragging a slow, wet stripe through her swollen pussy lips.

"Goddamn," she growled. "You taste like a slut who's ready to be broken."

Sariah gasped. "F-Fuck..."

"You like being watched, huh?" Dr. Vale asked. "Like showing your dirty pussy off for him?"

"Yes," she whispered, hips rocking. "I want him to see how wet I get for someone who knows how to lick."

Dr. Vale stood. Walked to the toy rack. Pulled out a black strap-on-thick, curved, the size of a fist, already dripping with lube.

"Get on top," she said to Sariah. "Face him. Ride this fat cock while he watches you fall apart."

Sariah climbed up-straddled the therapist, grabbed the base of that glistening toy, and rubbed the tip through her pussy lips until her hole clenched tight.

Then she sank down.

Slow.

Inch by inch.

Stuffed. Full. Fucking stretched.

Her pussy made an obscene squelch as the fake cock disappeared inside her, creamy juices running down her thighs.

"Oh fuck," she moaned. "It's so fucking big."

Dr. Vale gripped her hips. "Now bounce, slut. Show him how you ride cock when you're starving."

Sariah moved. Fast. Wet. Loud.

Her tits bounced. Her soaked pussy swallowed every inch of the toy. Clap, clap, clap-the sound of her ass slapping skin echoed in the room.

Keon moaned, strapped down, cock twitching, precum leaking out thick and white.

"Please," he begged. "Let me touch her. Let me cum"

Dr. Vale just smiled. "No. You'll sit there with that cock leaking while I fuck your wife raw."

Sariah leaned back, grabbing her own tits. "Oh fuck-I'm gonna cum"

Dr. Vale slapped her ass. "Not yet."

Dr. Vale slipped on a second pair of black gloves.

Then she pressed two fingers into Sariah's slit-slow, deep, fucking her open while her hips jerked against the restraints.

"Look at that pussy," she whispered to Keon. "Dripping. Clenching. Begging to be filled."

Sariah cried out. "Oh God-faster-please"

Dr. Vale curled her fingers just right. "This is how a woman gets touched, Keon. Not with hesitation. Not with pity. With pressure. With power."

Her thumb found Sariah's clit, rubbing it in ruthless, wet circles while her fingers pumped harder.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

The room filled with the obscene sound of finger-fucking. Slick. Creamy. Loud.

Sariah's body shook.

"Please-please, I'm gonna"

"No."

Dr. Vale pulled her fingers out. Sariah whimpered, soaked and desperate.

"This is therapy. You don't get to cum on command. You earn it."

She slipped a hand between their bodies, rubbing Sariah's clit with ruthless speed.

"Cream for me, bitch," she whispered. "Soak this cock. Show your husband how a real orgasm sounds."

Sariah screamed.

Her pussy squirted, flooding the strap-on, dripping down her thighs in hot, messy waves.

Keon exploded seconds later-white cum spurting untouched, spraying across his abs and belly.

His cock twitched, still hard, still begging.

Sariah collapsed forward, shaking, legs soaked, cunt throbbing.

Dr. Vale kissed her neck.

"This was your first lesson," she whispered.

"Next time? You both get fucked."

Sariah was shaking more

Her pussy creamed around the strap-on, juices dripping onto Dr. Vale's thighs. She threw her head back, riding harder, wilder, until the sounds were all skin and moans and filthy, wet slaps.

Dr. Vale's hand slipped between Sariah's thighs, rubbing her clit fast.

"Come, slut," she said. "Make your husband hear what he lost."

Sariah shattered.

Her orgasm ripped through her like lightning-loud, shameless, legs trembling, pussy soaking everything.

Keon hands still strapped, cock spilling untouched.

And Dr. Vale?

She licked Sariah's mess off her own fingers and smiled.

"Therapy's just getting started."

Dr Vale turned to Keon.

"On your knees. Face your wife's pussy."

Keon dropped fast.

His mouth hovered inches from her cunt-wet, pulsing, swollen with denial. Her juices dripped down her inner thighs.

"You want to taste?" Dr. Vale asked.

"Yes," he whispered.

"Tell her."

Keon looked up, shame in his eyes. "I want to taste your pussy, baby. I want to feel you cum on my tongue. Please let me try again."

Sariah's voice was breathless. "Then do it right."

He buried his face between her thighs.

This time, he licked like he had something to prove-long, rough strokes, tongue deep, nose buried in her clit.

Sariah screamed.

Dr. Vale stood behind him, watching like a god.

"Good. Don't stop until she soaks your fucking chin."

Keon didn't stop. Not once. His tongue circled her clit, faster, harder, two fingers sliding inside to match the rhythm she loved.

Sariah bucked against the restraints.

"I'm gonna cum-fuck-I'm"

And then she broke.

Her scream shattered the silence.

Her pussy gushed, soaking Keon's face, her thighs shaking, breath gone.

Dr. Vale smiled.

"Now that... was a fucking orgasm."

Keon fell back, soaked, panting.

Sariah hung from the straps, trembling, cum dripping down her legs.

Dr. Vale walked between them.

"Next session," she said, "you switch. He gets tied down. And you ride until he cries."

Sariah looked up, wrecked and smiling.

"Please," she whispered. "Don't make me wait long."

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The morning light bled through the blinds like a secret trying to spill.

Sariah stood by the kitchen island, robe loose, nipples still sore from last night. She hadn't slept-not really. Her body ached in all the right places. Her pussy still throbbed, sensitive, twitching every time she shifted. She could feel her husband's cum dried along her thighs, even after the shower.

But it wasn't the orgasm that haunted her.

It was the look in his eyes. The shame. The hunger.

And that note.

"If you can't make her cum... I will."

She didn't write it. Didn't even know who did. But the way Keon looked at her when he read it? Like he might fuck her or leave her forever.

She poured herself coffee, hands trembling.

Then came his vvoice, low warm, but edged in something tight.

"What did that message mean, Sariah?"

She turned.

Keon stood in the doorway in a fitted tee and gray sweats that barely contained the weight of his morning cock. Hair messy. Eyes still swollen from sleep.

He stepped closer.

"That card," he said, voice tight. "The one from the sex club. The note inside. 'If you can't make her cum... I will.'"

She swallowed. "I told you-I don't know. Someone handed it to me."

"Who?"

She shook her head. "A woman at the gym. We'd spoken once. I vented. She said they help couples. I thought it was like... therapy."

Keon stared at her. His jaw flexed. His voice dropped.

"She knew I was failing. She knew I couldn't fuck you right. And she wanted to take you from me."

Sariah stepped closer, but not too close.

"I didn't tell her anything. I didn't know what that note said until you opened it."

Keon's chest rose. Then fell.

Then he stepped forward-until she was backed against the fridge.

His voice was thick. Possessive. Dangerous. Deep.

"She's not going to take you, Sariah. No one is."

His palm landed against the fridge beside her head.

"I'm going to win you back. With this cock. With this mouth. With everything you forgot I had."

Her breath caught.

"I didn't forget," she whispered. "You just stopped showing it."

His hand slid down her side.

"I'm showing it now."

And then, without warning, she turned to reach for the milk carton on the shelf.

He opened the fridge at the same time. His arm bumped hers. Her elbow knocked the bottle.

It exploded.

White, cold milk poured down her chest, soaking her robe, clinging to her lace bra, dripping over her cleavage.

"Shit," she gasped, stepping back.

Milk ran between her breasts. The robe was plastered to her tits. Her nipples stood hard, dark points begging to be sucked.

Keon just stood there, staring.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

He didn't answer.

He stepped forward and yanked the robe wide open.

"Keon-" she gasped.

His mouth was already on her tit.

His lips wrapped around her nipple, sucking hard, tongue swirling over the sensitive tip until she cried out and slapped a hand over her mouth.

"Fuck-baby-the kids-upstairs"

"I don't give a fuck," he growled into her chest.

He sucked harder, pulling the entire curve of her milk-soaked breast into his mouth like he was starving. His hand slipped down between her thighs, dragging up the hem of her robe.

She was bare underneath.

His fingers found her slit-wet, creamy, open.

"You're not even wearing panties," he muttered. "You wanted this."

"I didn't-fuck-I was just"

"Don't lie. You're soaking."

He rubbed her clit fast, rough, until her knees buckled and she had to brace herself against the dining table.

She turned, hips pressing into the edge, tits out, robe open, one leg kicked back.

"Please," she whispered. "Make me cum before they come downstairs."

He dropped to his knees and spread her ass apart, tongue dragging through the mess between her thighs.

"Suck this pussy," she begged. "Make it sloppy."

He dove in.

His tongue slid over her creamy folds, his face buried deep in the heat of her dripping cunt. He groaned into her like he wanted to drown. His tongue circled her clit, flicking hard, sucking just enough to make her grind against his face.

"You taste like sin," he said. "Sweet and filthy."

Her hands gripped the table edge. Her body shook.

"I'm close-don't stop-please, don't"

His fingers slid inside her, fast and deep, curling up to hit her spot with ruthless precision. The sloppy sound of her pussy sucking his fingers filled the kitchen.

Muffled moans. Heavy breath. Wet, wet, wet.

The stairs creaked upstairs.

Sariah's eyes widened. "Oh my God-stop-they'll hear"

"Let them," Keon growled.

He stood, pushed her chest down flat against the table, and shoved his thick cock between her legs-bare. No time for protection. Just skin and need.

He slid inside.

One hard stroke.

She cried out-loud, gasping-her pussy clenching around him instantly.

"Oh, fuck-yes!"

He slammed into her again. And again.

Her tits slapped against the table. Milk still coated her skin. His hands dug into her hips.

"Is this what you needed?" he growled. "A hard fuck? A man to ruin your pussy before breakfast?"

"Yes," she moaned. "Fuck me-harder-don't stop"

The table creaked.

His cock drilled into her wetness, pounding faster, deeper, her slick soaking his balls with every thrust. Her body writhed, tits bouncing, mouth full of muffled cries.

"Say it," he demanded. "Whose pussy is this?"

"Yours," she gasped. "It's yours-it's all yours"

"You're not leaving me."

"I don't want to."

"Then cum on this dick."

He reached around and rubbed her clit, fingers fast, cock deep.

She shattered.

Her orgasm slammed into her like a tidal wave-her body shook, her pussy clenched hard around him, milking him, creaming on his cock.

Keon grunted behind her, thrust twice more

And then exploded inside her with a hot, thick pulse of cum.

They collapsed together.

Panting.

Shaking.

Sticky.

Ruined.

The stairs creaked again.

They scrambled-robe tied, pants zipped, table wiped just enough.

Their kids never came down.

But the table would remember.

They sat side by side now, quiet, breathing slowly as the kitchen returned to stillness.

Sariah's legs were trembling. Keon's cock still twitched in his pants. The table was damp with milk and slick. Her robe clung to her skin like a secret only he could read.

No words. Just afterglow and adrenaline.

Then her phone buzzed.

She reached for it slowly, fingers still sticky from gripping the table.

A text. From a number labeled Dr. Vale.

Session Confirmed.

Payment due by 6 p.m.

A guest will be joining you tomorrow night.

Instructions: No touching each other till then. No orgasm without permission. Hands. Off

Sariah's breath caught in her throat.

Keon leaned over and read the message too.

She turned to him.

Eyes wide. Lips parted. Pussy already pulsing again.

"What does she mean... a guest?"

Keon didn't answer.

But his cock started to harden