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STORY 23 - FANTASY JAIL FUCKS (II)
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2026-03-12 16:39:15
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DIRTY DREAMS (AN EROTICA COLLECTION) STORY 49 - THE MASQUERADE ORGY (I)
The invitation arrived in a black envelope with no return address. Heavy cardstock, gold embossed lettering, a wax seal I had to crack open with my thumbnail. Inside – one line: You are invited to disappear. A date. An address. And a mask – black silk, delicate, already fitted to a woman's face like whoever sent this knew exactly who I was.I almost didn't go. Then I held the mask up to my face in the bathroom mirror and saw someone I didn't recognize staring back – mysterious, dangerous, the kind of woman who walks into rooms full of strangers and doesn't flinch – and I decided that woman deserved one night alive.The venue is a converted mansion on the edge of the city. I arrive at ten in a black gown – backless, floor-length, slit to my upper thigh on the left side – and the mask tied behind my head. The doorman checks my invitation. Doesn't ask my name. Just nods and opens the double doors into a world that doesn't operate by any rules I know.It's beautiful. Chandeliers dripping
DIRTY DREAMS (AN EROTICA COLLECTION) STORY 48 - RIDING THE UBER DRIVER (III)
"Now," he says. "Cum."He seals his mouth over my clit and sucks hard and shoves three fingers inside me and I cum so violently the headboard cracks against the wall. My back bows off the mattress, my scream filling the apartment, my pussy gushing – actually squirting – around his fingers and onto his face and the sheets. He drinks it. Moans against me like it's the best thing he's ever tasted. My orgasm doesn't stop – it rolls, wave after wave, his mouth and fingers extending it until I'm convulsing and begging him to stop and begging him not to in the same breath.He pulls the blindfold off. I blink in the lamplight. He's between my legs, his face drenched, grinning."I told you I haven't even started."He crawls up my body. Unties my wrists. Kisses the red marks the belt left. Then pushes his cock inside me raw and I feel every ridge, every vein, hot skin against swollen sensitive walls. He sinks in slow – watching my face – and bottoms out with a groan that sounds like it's pulled
DIRTY DREAMS (AN EROTICA COLLECTION) STORY 48 - RIDING THE UBER DRIVER (II)
"Yes."He squeezes my throat and pinches my clit at the same time and I cum – violently, my pussy clamping around him in spasms so hard he swears in a language I don't know, my body convulsing, my vision going white at the edges while his hand holds my throat and his cock pulses inside me.He lifts me off him before he finishes. I feel his cock slide out – slick, hard, throbbing – and he grabs my hair and guides me down.I twist in the cramped backseat, get my mouth on him. The condom's gone – he stripped it while I was turning – and his bare cock hits my tongue tasting like latex and me and salt. I swallow him deep, my lips stretching around his thickness, taking him until he hits the back of my throat and I gag and he groans so loud it vibrates through the car."Fuck – deeper – take it deeper –"I relax my throat. Push forward. His cock slides past my gag reflex and into my throat, my nose pressing against his pelvis, my eyes watering. He holds my head there – not forcing, just keep
DIRTY DREAMS (AN EROTICA COLLECTION) STORY 48 - RIDING THE UBER DRIVER (I)
The date was a disaster. Three hours of a man explaining CrossFit, showing me his meal prep photos, and asking if I'd considered "optimizing my macros" while eyeing the bread basket I'd been stress-eating. I closed out my tab while he was in the bathroom and walked out.2 AM. Slightly drunk – three glasses of wine, not sloppy, just reckless. I open the Uber app. Four minutes away.The car pulls up. Black sedan. I check the plate, slide in."Nadia?" he says, turning around.I forget my name.Dark eyes – almost black in the dim light, framed by thick brows and lashes that would make any woman furious. Sharp jaw. Cheekbones catching the dashboard glow. Brown skin, warm and smooth. Hair cropped close on the sides, longer on top. Black t-shirt sewn to his body, sleeves stretched around biceps that make my mouth go dry. Forearms veined and defined, a silver watch catching the streetlight.He smiles at me and I feel it between my legs."That's me. Nadia.""I'm Kaz." Low voice. Slight accent
DIRTY DREAMS (AN EROTICA COLLECTION) STORY 47 - HANDLED BY THE HANDYMAN (III)
He positions himself between my thighs on the vanity. Rubs his cock through my folds – the head bumping my clit, sliding through the slickness – and pushes in.The stretch makes me cry out. He pauses immediately."Okay? Too much?""It's good – fuck – you're just thick – keep going –"He sinks deeper. Inch by inch. His calloused hands grip my hips, the rough texture biting into my skin, and when he bottoms out I feel him in my spine.He fucks me on the bathroom vanity. Hard, the mirror slamming the wall behind me with each thrust. My bound hands scrape against the glass. His rough hands grip my thighs, my hips, my tits – leaving trails of heat wherever his callouses drag across my skin."You're squeezing me so tight," he groans. His calloused thumb finds my clit and rubs while he fucks me. "This pussy has been waiting for me, hasn't it?""Since the first time you walked in my door – harder –"He fucks me harder. The vanity creaks. Something falls off the shelf. He reaches behind me, gr
DIRTY DREAMS (AN EROTICA COLLECTION) STORY 47 - HANDLED BY THE HANDYMAN (II)
He spins me around. Lifts me onto the counter – the one he installed last month when my old one cracked, the granite cool against my bare ass. He kneels in front of me. Hooks his calloused fingers into the waistband of my thong and pulls it down my legs.He looks at me. Spread on the counter he built, naked, wet. His rough hands settle on my inner thighs – the texture making me twitch – and push them apart."Tell me if anything's too much," he says. "I mean it. Anything.""I will. Now put your mouth on me before I lose my mind."He leans in. His stubbled jaw scrapes my inner thigh first – rough, prickling – and then his mouth is on my pussy, and his tongue is hot and wet and his calloused hands are gripping my thighs and the contrast – soft mouth, rough hands – is devastating.He eats me thorough. The same way he works – methodical, patient, paying attention to what gets a response. His tongue circles my clit in slow, firm strokes while his calloused thumb traces my entrance, the roug
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