Emily's Burning Desire
Copyright© 2025 by CaffeinatedTales
Chapter 48
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 48 - In the sultry shadows of desire, innocent Emily lusts after her roommate's hunky boyfriend, igniting a wildfire of forbidden passion. One drunken night unleashes a torrent of ecstasy as she's ravished by his massive cock, but it's only the beginning.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Slut Wife MaleDom Rough Spanking PonyGirl Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Analingus Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Voyeurism
Chris made sure Emily pleased him orally before heading out. The island night breeze felt refreshing as he strolled the landscaped path, spotting Dr. Crowe chatting with a few women under the flowers. He wasn’t chatty, but he always got them giggling.
Dr. Crowe seemed to be waiting for him specifically and called out, “Chris, long time no see. Come chat for a minute.”
Chris frowned, sensing trouble.
This guy was cut from the same cloth as Mason: total playboys, up to no good. Whatever this was, it couldn’t be innocent.
They walked side by side up the hill, and sure enough, after minimal small talk, Dr. Crowe steered toward Emily. “Where’d you find that little beauty, Chris? Why not bring her out to join the fun?”
“Afraid you’d snatch her away,” Chris shot back.
“She’s that precious? Let me have a taste.”
“If you know she’s mine, why even ask?” Chris glared at him, amused.
“If you weren’t open to sharing with a buddy, you wouldn’t have broadcast that live show for us.” Dr. Crowe stared him down.
Chris looked away, hearing the amused tone. “What are you talking about?”
Dr. Crowe nudged his arm with an elbow, chuckling low without missing a beat. “I know your game. Lend me Emily for the night, huh? I’ll back you up, buddy, or else...”
Chris’s face darkened.
...
It was nearly eleven, and Emily tossed and turned alone in the bedroom, feeling isolated and restless.
Chris had promised to be back by ten, but there was no sign of him, and his phone wasn’t connecting...
In a foreign place, with no one else she knew, it genuinely scared her.
She ran through a quick, imperfect yoga routine, then tinkered with her long-dormant online women’s clothing store, even making two sales. Finally, unable to wait, she threw on a jacket and went out to find him.
She remembered the way to the hotel lobby. Halfway there, she asked some fellow countrymen chatting in a pavilion, and one recognized Chris, saying he’d headed up to the spa center on the hill.
The path up was beautifully maintained, lined with lush trees and bamboo that tempted her onward to find him.
Inside the serene little spa villa, she called out but saw only lights on, with no voices responding.
The decor was tasteful, so she ventured deeper, catching a whiff of aromatherapy scents. Turning a corner, she froze at the shocking scene before her, ears filled with embarrassing sounds.
A massive group orgy.
Under warm yellow lights, bodies sprawled naked across sofas, carpets, hammocks, and leather chairs, entangled in every position imaginable, moving like animals in heat. Emily had never seen so many breasts, so many asses, so many cocks all at once.
Pale flesh gleamed on the crimson Persian rugs, evoking an ancient Roman brothel.
Men grunted with effort as they thrust, women arched their necks in endless moans, and onlookers sipped drinks while watching and joking casually.
What shocked her most was spotting the mustached handsome uncle from dinner on all fours, getting taken from behind by a burly young guy who held his hips. He moaned in ecstasy, his body rocking, his length fitted with a cock ring to delay release and heighten the pleasure.
Excuse me...
The visual assault left her panicked and frozen. Before she could react, a loud voice called out, “Hey gorgeous, come on in.”
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