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STORY 44 - SWINGING AROUND WITH MY HUSBAND (I)
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2026-05-14 01:36:58
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DIRTY DREAMS STORY 52 - LOCKED IN WITH MY RIVAL (IV)
“I want to be above you – I want your job – I want your office – I want –”“You want my cock. Say it.”“I want your cock – fuck – I want it and I hate you for making me want it –”He reaches beneath me. Finds my clit. Rubs in vicious circles while his cock pounds me from behind on the conference table. His other hand tangles in my hair and pulls my head up so I’m staring through the glass wall at the empty office floor – my desk, his desk, the space between them, everywhere where six months of tension has been building.“Cum staring at my desk,” he says. “Cum looking at the chair where I sit every day thinking about bending you over yours.”His fingers on my clit. His cock driving deep. My eyes locked on his desk through the glass. And I cum – violently, my pussy convulsing, squirting onto the conference table, soaking the papers stuck to my stomach. The orgasm is so intense my vision whites out and when it clears I’m face-down on the table trembling and he’s still inside me, still ha
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 52 - LOCKED IN WITH MY RIVAL (III)
The mention of the promotion makes me furious and the fury makes my pussy clench and the clench makes him groan and the cycle feeds itself – hate to arousal to hate to arousal, a feedback loop that makes every thrust feel personal.“Harder,” I demand. Not because I want pleasure – because I want punishment. I want this to hurt the way watching him accept my promotion hurt. “Is that all you’ve got? You fuck the way you present. Very sloppy, just you riding on someone else’s work.”He snaps and his hand leaves my hair. Then both hands grab my hips and he fucks me so hard the partition wall shudders and the desk scrapes across the floor with a sound that would alert security if security existed right now.His cock drives into me at an angle that hits my cervix, and the sharp spike of pain-pleasure makes my eyes water.“Say that again,” he growls. His pelvis cracking against my ass. “Tell me it’s unearned.”“It’s unearned – you’re a fraud – you stole my – oh fuck right there –”He hits a
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 52 - LOCKED IN WITH MY RIVAL (II)
I bite his lip. Hard. I taste copper – his blood on my tongue, metallic and warm – and instead of pulling back he groans into my mouth and his hands fist in my hair and he pulls me closer and his tongue pushes past the bite and invades my mouth with the same aggressive force he uses in meetings.I hate him. I’m kissing him back so hard our teeth clash.The hate-fuck begins against the security door that won’t open.He pins me – my back against the cold metal, his body a wall of heat against my front. His mouth on my neck – not kissing, biting. Sinking his teeth into the tendon that flexes when I turn my head, hard enough to bruise, marking me the way he’s been marking my career.“I fucking hate you,” I spit. My hands grabbing his shirt, yanking it from his pants, popping two buttons because I’m not being careful with a single thing that belongs to him.“I know you do.” He bites my collarbone. “That’s why you’re dripping right now.”His hand shoves up my skirt – not finessing, not aski
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 52 - LOCKED IN WITH MY RIVAL (I)
Grant Holloway stole my promotion six months ago and I’ve been imagining his destruction every day since.Not metaphorical destruction – detailed, vivid fantasies of dismantling his career the way he dismantled mine. Catching him in a lie during a board meeting. Finding the email where he cc’d himself on my strategy deck and presented it as his own. Watching his smug face collapse when security escorts him out with a cardboard box and everyone in the department watches and nobody says goodbye.That’s the fantasy I’m comfortable with. The other fantasy – the one where his hands are in my hair with his body is pinning mine to a surface and I’m cumming so hard I forget why I hate him – that one I bury. Deep. Under six months of professional rage, three glasses of wine on weeknights, and the fury of watching a mediocre man succeed on work that came from my brain.He’s everything I’m not. Loud where I’m strategic. Aggressive where I’m precise. He talks over people in meetings – over me spe
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 51 - BEDTIME WITH THE MAFIA BOSS (III)
He pushes into me in a steady, continuous push that doesn’t pause or adjust, just sinks deeper and deeper until he bottoms out and I feel him against my cervix and my mouth falls open and the sound that comes out isn’t a moan, it’s a plea."Fuck – Luca – you’re so –”“Deep?” He holds still. Buried to the hilt. His scarred hands cupping my face – both of them, holding me like I’m breakable while his cock splits me open. “I’m going to go deeper.”He pulls back. Slow. The drag of his cock against my swollen walls is agonizing – every ridge, every vein, the texture of his uncut cock creating friction that cut cocks don’t achieve. He pushes back in – harder, deeper, his pelvis grinding against my clit at the bottom of the stroke.“Look at me,” he says. “I want to see your face while I’m inside you.”I look. His dark eyes hold mine and he starts to move – slow, deep, grinding strokes that press my body into the silk with each thrust. His hands stay on my face. His thumbs trace my cheekbones
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 51 - BEDTIME WITH THE MAFIA BOSS (III)
He pushes into me in a steady, continuous push that doesn’t pause or adjust, just sinks deeper and deeper until he bottoms out and I feel him against my cervix and my mouth falls open and the sound that comes out isn’t a moan, it’s a plea."Fuck – Luca – you’re so –”“Deep?” He holds still. Buried to the hilt. His scarred hands cupping my face – both of them, holding me like I’m breakable while his cock splits me open. “I’m going to go deeper.”He pulls back. Slow. The drag of his cock against my swollen walls is agonizing – every ridge, every vein, the texture of his uncut cock creating friction that cut cocks don’t achieve. He pushes back in – harder, deeper, his pelvis grinding against my clit at the bottom of the stroke.“Look at me,” he says. “I want to see your face while I’m inside you.”I look. His dark eyes hold mine and he starts to move – slow, deep, grinding strokes that press my body into the silk with each thrust. His hands stay on my face. His thumbs trace my cheekbones
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