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Craving Big Black Cocks Before My Wedding (2)
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Dirtiest Desires (Steamiest Short Stories) Craving Big Black Cocks Before My Wedding (2)
“Elsa! Do it!”“C’mon, Elsie, you can’t be shy tonight!”“It’s your last night—go crazy!”Seriously, how did I end up with friends this unhinged?I’ve dreamed of this for years, and now that it’s in front of me… I don’t know why my body is holding back.Anna suddenly pulls me to the side. “I know you’re nervous about your wedding.” Her words are slurred, but her smirk is wicked. “And I won’t tell if you take these men into the VIP room and do something other than just eyefucking.”“Stop,” I whisper, though the thought of being led into that VIP room makes my pulse jump.“God, you’re blushing so hard. If you don’t take them, I might—so make up your mind.”“Shut up,” I hiss, even as the heat spreads lower in my body. “I’m not blushing.”With Anna, there’s no hiding. She always knows what I’m really thinking, even when I don’t say a word.“You only get one last night like this. Do you really want to waste it pretending you don’t want their cocks down your throat?”“Anna!” I shriek, shovi
Dirtiest Desires (Steamiest Short Stories) Craving Big Black Cocks Before My Wedding (1)
~ Elsa ~It’s my bachelorette party, and I only have one goal… to get fucked by two big black cocks before I say ‘I do’ in two days.The club is chaos… neon lights, half empty glasses and screaming bridesmaids. My friends think I’m tipsy and just another bride-to-be soaking up her last night of freedom but they have no idea what I’m really hunting for.I raise my glass and force a smile but my eyes keep scanning the room. I don’t even know what I’m searching for.Tonight isn’t just about silly dares or dollar bills tucked into a dancer’s thong. Yet the longer I sit here, the more I feel disappointment sinking into my stomach.I’m a white girl with one fantasy: to be dominated and wrecked by two or more black men. I’ve dreamed of it for years but never had the chance. Now I’m twenty-three and almost a wife… I’ll be damned if I don’t do this one last thing before I’m tied down.I set down my drink, already thinking about slipping away, maybe calling a cab before anyone notices.But then
Dirtiest Desires (Steamiest Short Stories) Fucked By My Stepbrother And His GF (9)
~ Cassie ~I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I never imagined my body could betray me like this. Heat coils so tight inside me I feel like I’ll break apart, yet here I am trembling and denied at the edge. Again.“W-what?” I whimper. “I—I’m… I can’t—I’m so close…”Inker smirks, unbothered by my pleading. “Exactly, Cassie. That’s why I want you to earn it.“ She releases me from the headboard, freeing my wrists with deliberate slowness. “Get up.”I stare at her mouth open, disbelief burning in my chest. “E-earn it?”“Yes,” she replies, her smile sly as if she’s orchestrated this from the start. Her finger drags down Stan’s shoulder. “Show him how much you want him.”Before I can protest further, she guides me forward and suddenly I’m kneeling in front of Stan. My heart races. I’ve never been involved in a threesome before.I stare at him unsure where to put my hands or how to act, then Inker’s voice cuts through my panic.“Your hands, Cassie. Use them,” she instructs, her tone dripping w
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~ Cassie ~ Inker must be insane. What kind of girlfriend lures her own boyfriend into a threesome with his stepsister? And worse—Stan looks like he might actually give in. “Uhmm…” I stammer, my throat dry. “Aren’t you two supposed to be in love?” Inker doesn’t hesitate. Her smile sharpens, eyes glinting with mischief as her hand drifts over Stan’s chest. “It’s okay, darling,” she says. “Your stepbrother and I… we’re in an open relationship.” An open relationship? I blink at her, trying to process. Stan’s jaw works as he stares at Inker. His fists are clenched, shoulders tense like he wants to punch a hole through the wall. But then his eyes cut to me again, sliding down my body and lingering where they shouldn’t. His chest heaves too fast like every breath is a battle against himself. He looks torn apart inside, yet I can see that he’s hard for me. For this. “Stan…” My voice cracks. I don’t even know what I’m begging for. Is it mercy? Is it forgiveness? Or something
Dirtiest Desires (Steamiest Short Stories) Finally Caught ~ FBMSAHG (7)
~ Cassie ~ The vibrator is still buzzing on my clit, the strap-on pushing into me and everything narrows to the scorching coil of pleasure I can barely control. And then the door SLAMS open. Stan. My hands jerk against the restraints and suddenly every thrill, every moan, every craving I’d surrendered to becomes unbearable shame. What I dreaded has finally caught me. He has seen everything. For a dizzy second I remember how he used to smile at me when I was younger. It was always gentle and protective, even though he was quite a bully. Now his eyes are hard and angry. The memory stings even more than the shame I feel right now. I wish I could disappear, that the floor would just swallow me. I can’t even picture how I must look—naked, tied up, completely under his girlfriend’s control. Does he hate me now? Why did I ask for this? Why did I even want it? Isn’t he supposed to be at work? But why does he look like that…? I turn my face away but my hips betray m
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~ Inker ~ I’m in Stan’s room folding the last of my things into a duffel, though my mind is miles away. Truth is, I don’t want to leave yet. Not because of Stan. Because of her. Cassie. From the very first moment Stan introduced me to his family, something in me latched on. She reminded me too much of myself before I got chewed up and spit back out by life… before I built up this iron personality. She’s the perfect mirror of what I used to be. Sweet. Hungry. Corruptible. Now I crave control. But the filthy truth is I love being controlled too. Bisexuality was my ticket into both worlds. With men I get to hand my leash over and take. With women, I keep the leash wrapped around my wrist and pull until they’re begging. Cassie… she’s both temptation and memory. The younger version of me I’ll never get back and the toy I want to keep breaking open. Stan’s already gone for work and my stay here is officially over. For now. I should be zipping up my bag and texting a ride, instead
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