Emily's Burning Desire
Copyright© 2025 by CaffeinatedTales
Chapter 69
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 69 - 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
Theo lay peacefully on the hospital bed, an IV line taped to his wrist.
“Is he asleep...” Emily leaned in for a closer look, unsure if her extra worry stemmed from some maternal instinct or something deeper. His features did have that boyish charm that tugged at the heartstrings.
Dr. Crowe stopped a step behind her, his voice even. “Ms. Carter, leave the treatment to us. No need to fret too much.”
“How did he get poisoned? He told me he hadn’t eaten anything weird.”
Dr. Crowe shifted his gaze slightly, replying leisurely. “Maybe not the top set, but the bottom one’s not so well-behaved.”
“Wh ... what?” Her face drained of color, and she instinctively clenched between her legs. “You mean he caught something ... an STD?”
Dr. Crowe neither confirmed nor denied, just stated flatly. “Ms. Carter, have you been intimate with the patient recently?”
“...” How recent counted? A few hours ago?
His tone stayed clinical and detached. “Meaning his penis inside your vagina.”
“Yes.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, unable to meet his eyes.
“Any cleanup afterward? You should get checked too.” He took a step closer.
“I’ll ... book a gyno appointment.”
She backed away, sensing danger despite his straight-laced expression.
“Gyno’s not on this late; better if I handle it first.” He seemed prepared, pulling a medical kit from nearby.
“No ... if you have to check, not here, and ... not you!”
She edged toward the door, flashbacks of his last assault making her stomach twist. No way she’d let that happen in here...
“Sure about that, Ms. Carter?” He made no move to grab her, just watched calmly. “Should I loop in your boyfriend then?”
“...” Her scalp prickled as she stared him down. There it was, the trap: dragging Chris in to pressure her.
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