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STORY 3 - SURRENDERING MY BODY TO MY STEPFATHER (I)
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DIRTY DREAMS (AN EROTICA COLLECTION) STORY 40 - INTERCONTINENTAL FUCKS (IV)
He seals his mouth over my clit and sucks hard – rhythmic, his tongue pressing flat against the bud while his fingers curl against my g-spot in a steady come-hither that makes my legs shake uncontrollably. The fourth orgasm doesn't build – it detonates. My back bows off the mattress, my hands tearing at the sheets, a scream ripping from my throat that I'm sure the neighbors hear through the thin walls.My thighs are still shaking when he crawls up my body and pushes inside me – slow, careful, my pussy so swollen and sensitive that even the gentle stretch makes me gasp. He fucks me face-to-face, his forehead against mine, slow deep strokes that are less fucking and more feeling – every inch deliberate, every thrust landing against my tender walls like a question.I come a fifth time crying. Actual tears streaming from the corners of my eyes into my hair, my body convulsing weakly around his cock while he whispers Greek words against my open mouth – words I don't understand but that sou
DIRTY DREAMS (AN EROTICA COLLECTION) STORY 40 - INTERCONTINENTAL FUCKS (III)
All fours on the blanket, my knees sinking into black sand, and he enters me from behind in one hard thrust that punches the air from my lungs. This angle – god, this angle – he's deeper than he's ever been, the head of his cock pressing against my cervix with every stroke, and I can feel every vein, every ridge dragging along my walls as he pulls back and slams forward.He fists my hair. Wraps it around his hand once, twice, pulls my head back until my spine arches and my tits hang heavy beneath me, swaying with each thrust. His other hand grips my hip hard enough to bruise – I can feel the individual fingerprints he's leaving on my skin."You take my cock so well," he says through clenched teeth. "This pussy was wasted on that man. Wasted."His hips crack against my ass – hard, rhythmic, the slap of skin on skin echoing off the cliff walls. I can hear how wet I am – obscene, sloppy sounds every time he buries himself, my arousal coating his cock and dripping down my inner thighs ont
DIRTY DREAMS (AN EROTICA COLLECTION) STORY 40 - INTERCONTINENTAL FUCKS (II)
He lays me on the cushioned bench at the stern and pulls the ties on my bikini bottoms – one side, then the other. The fabric falls and I'm completely naked in the Aegean sun.He kneels between my legs and stares at my pussy – swollen, slick, still twitching from coming – with an intensity that makes heat flood my face and my core simultaneously.He lowers his mouth to me without a word.His tongue is warm, wet, and slow. Long strokes from my entrance to my clit, lapping up the wetness, tasting me. I'm still sensitive and every pass makes my hips jerk. My hands grip his hair – thick, stiff with salt.He settles in. Tongue flicking my clit in fast precise strokes while two fingers slide back inside me, curling, stretching, pumping slowly. His mouth and his hand working together like he's been studying the manual on my body. I can't hold still – hips grinding against his face, thighs clamping around his head, pulling his hair so hard he groans against my pussy and the vibration shoots t
DIRTY DREAMS (AN EROTICA COLLECTION) STORY 40 - INTERCONTINENTAL FUCKS (I)
I've been watching him for three days.From the terrace of my rented villa, wine in hand, pretending to journal while I memorize the way this man moves. He ties his boat to the dock every afternoon – a weathered blue-and-white thing – with hands that wrap rope like they've done it ten thousand times. Sun-darkened skin. Black hair curling at his neck. White linen shirt unbuttoned so far I can see the shadow of his chest through the fabric.He's not beautiful. He's dangerous. The kind of man built by salt water and manual labor – thick forearms, veined, muscles that don't come from a gym. When he reaches overhead to adjust the sail, his shirt rides up and I catch a strip of stomach – hard, tan, a trail of dark hair disappearing into his waistband – and my thighs press together so hard the chair creaks.Seven months since my divorce. Seven months since anyone touched me. The last year of my marriage, David slept in the guest room while he fucked his secretary. I reorganized the spice cab
DIRTY DREAMS (AN EROTICA COLLECTION) STORY 39 - THE CARNAL CLINIC (III)
His hand grabs the examination light overhead – the same light that was illuminating my pussy five minutes ago – and steadies himself. I suck him in slow, my tongue tracing the underside, tasting pre-cum that's salty and warm. He groans – low, controlled, a sound he's clearly trying to suppress.I take more. Relax my throat. Push forward until he hits the back of my throat and I gag and spit floods my mouth and his composure cracks – his hand gripping the light fixture, his hips pushing forward."Christ –" His professional voice is gone. "Your mouth – fuck –"I deepthroat him on the exam table. My feet still in the stirrups, his cock down my throat, his hand leaving the light to cup the back of my head. He fucks my mouth with the same measured precision he brought to the examination – controlled thrusts, not too deep, careful even while losing his mind – and I suck him sloppy and wet and drool runs down his shaft and drips onto the paper-covered table.He pulls out. Breathing hard. Hi
DIRTY DREAMS (AN EROTICA COLLECTION) STORY 39 - THE CARNAL CLINIC (II)
He rolls his stool closer. His fingers are still inside me – two gloved fingers in my pussy, his other hand on my abdomen. He withdraws them slowly. Looks at the latex – glistening, coated in my arousal, strings of wetness connecting his fingers as he spreads them."You're extremely responsive," he says. His voice has dropped. The clinical warmth is still there but underneath it is something raw. "I should examine that more carefully."He peels off one glove. Then the other. His bare hands – warm, dry, long-fingered – rest on my inner thighs. Skin on skin. The shock of it – after twenty minutes of latex – makes me gasp."This isn't part of the standard exam," he says. His thumbs trace circles on my inner thighs, inches from my pussy. "I need you to understand that.""I understand.""If you want me to stop at any point –""I don't want you to stop."His bare fingers touch my pussy. No gloves, no lubricant – just his warm fingertips parting my lips, sliding through wetness that's entire
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