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Warnings: Ignore if uncomfortable as this contains raw, dark mature content.
****************** “Kneel!” He commanded and she followed his command. “Your mouth, open!” She did as she was told, with no complaints, No talking back, No looking up at him, just listening, and obeying. She knows the rules, and she is obedient, like a slave she is. “Now Suck!” Her hands bond to the back, tied with a strong rope. She knelt on the ground, in between the man’s legs, her face directly at his long and large monster, her mouth opened and ready to take it in. With his dick shoved into her hot wet awaiting mouth, he groaned, “ “Nghh! Yes! You are learning fast… Just like a slut.” His fist held her long entangled hair as he shoved his dick inside her mouth, not caring if she could take it. “Mmppf! Mhm, grrhh..” Her loud moans and gags sounded in the room, it was filled with pain but with a ting of arousal. “Hurgh, haaah!” The sound of choking echoed in the room, and it seemed she had reached her limit. She couldn't take in his long dick anymore, she couldn't go deeper. “You are so useless! You can't even do something this simple? Then what use are you? Should I just return you to where you were bought? and ask for a refund from the seller?!” He asked, his tone filled with scorn and disdain. She shook her head heavily, she would rather be his sex slave and ensure his desire than go back to that place, that dirty place… “No, Master! I would do it right now. I will make you feel pleasure!” His eyes twinkled with amusement, then looked at her with interest, “ Oh, How?” She swallowed, and with her hand still bound to the back, she crawled to face him again. She gulped when she raised her head and looked at the huge erect penis poking her face. It was long and thick, its head was pink and dripping with cum. She swallowed hard, and opened her mouth, her tongue out as she licked the head sexually, she boldly raised her head as she licked and wiped the cum off the head of the penis. He looked at the bold girl who looked into his eyes for the first time, her bewitching eyes held his gaze, and her pink little tongue licked and caress his dick, it was fuckin sexy, he bite his inside as he didn't want to groan, he didn't want her thinking she was doing great, until— “Urgh! Fuck! Darn it!” He could feel her wet mouth swallow his dick, her tongue pressed with her gums, she tightened her mouth on his dick, almost making him cum, but he held in. Then that was not all, her teeth scrap his skin, not too hard and not too soft, enough to make him feel both pain and pleasure. His dick twitched and he knew he could cum anytime soon. Then she started bobbing her head, taking in and going out, she swallowed his dick in, making sure to tighten her mouth deeply, Her cheeks suck in, and her eyes filled with arousal as she looked at him. She kept moving, going fast, taking it in, sucking and releasing, also using her teeth to touch his opening, her hot tongue touching his balls as she moved forward, then he held her hair tightly, as he slammed into her mouth, making her eyes grow large in pain and also pleasure. Her legs rubbed together, she could feel her arousal, she was wet and she knew it. Then he growls, “Haah! Huhhg! Fuck!” His hoarse voice growled as he slammed one last time before cumming. He released inside her mouth then slowly removed his dick then, and looked at her as he smiled evilly. “Swallow it!” He ordered, his hand still clenched on her hair, with her face raised. She swallowed it and opened her mouth, showing him her empty mouth, he then smiled with satisfaction. She was still kneeling as he dragged her by her hair to the bed. Her face grimaces in pain at being dragged. He threw her on the bed roughly, and the sound of her head hitting the bedpost was heard, “Hah!” She yelped in pain, tears filled her eyes as the pain attacked her but she couldn't rub it since her hands were still tied. The man looked at her indifferently, as he was only focused on removing his remaining clothes. Done with it, he turned to her, in his hand was a short whip, tiny, but She knew how painful it was, anytime it met her body. “Kiera…Why are you shivering?” He asked as he looked at her, he enjoyed seeing the fear in her eyes, he enjoyed seeing her in pain as she took them all. “Spread your legs for me!” He ordered as he fisted his dick while looking at her open legs. Her cute pussy was covered with her arousal, her hair only covered her upper part in a love shape, her folds a bit open with nectar dripping from it. Then her cute, pink clitoris was covered with her wetness. “Fuck! He wanted her! He wants to fuck her so bad” He didn't give her any pleasure, he didn't care if she was ready, all he pursues is his pleasure. He stood between her legs, as he held his dick in his fingers, still pumping it, and it grew larger and bigger the more he rubbed. Then he use the tip in rubbing her outside, he rubbed her wet pussy, then slam in heavily. “Ha hah! So big!” “Fuck! Mmmh,” The first was her painful moan, while he was filled with pleasure. Then he started slamming in, his dick going in, their skin meeting as he kept banging in and out. The wetness and their connecting sound made wet erotic sounds. The sound of slapping can be heard in the room. His rough breathing echoed, “ Hurhg! Yeah..take it in. Haha! I knew you were such a slut when I bought you— Yes! Argh!” “Oh! Please, slow down! Please, I beg, Haah— you!” Her cries and pleadings filled the room as he pounded and continued roughly. Then he slipped out, his dick filled with her wetness. Then he turned her around, her butt raised, her chest on the bed, with her butt to his waist. He looked at her perky butt, white and round, not too big and not small. This slave was really to his liking. He caressed her butt gently at first, his warm palm sensually rubbing it, then squeezed it making her moan in pleasure, then he raised the whip in his hand and hit it on her butt. “Haah! Please…No! Please stop. Mmhh,” She cried out In pain and moaned in pleasure, her eye closed tightly as she clenched her butt. He slammed the whip down again, hitting the other side of her butt, then he caressed her red and already bruised butt, then raised the whip again as he hit the caressed spot making her cry out again. He then opened her butt and saw her butt hole, he casually used his hand to play with her hole, then moved it down to her pussy. Her pussy was dripping with his cum, and was still opened widely, like a hungry cat. Ready to take in anything given, her red and swollen pussy hole looked so enchanting, but he smirked mischievously as he ignored her pussy, then slammed into her butt hole deviously. “Haah! Alpha! No! Hmpff!”The parent-teacher night at Lincoln Elementary was winding down. Most moms and dads had already grabbed their coats and headed out into the chilly fall evening. Mia lingered in the hallway, pretending to check her phone while her heart hammered in her chest.She couldn’t stop staring at Mr Harlan. Jake Harlan, her six-year-old son’s third-grade teacher. He was thirty-nine, tall, with broad shoulders filling out his buttoned-down shirt perfectly. The sleeves were rolled up, showing off thick, tattooed forearms that made her thighs clench every time he gestured while talking. And that voice had been making her wet since the moment he said hello.Mia was only twenty-six, a single mom who’d had her son young. She knew she looked good, tight jeans hugging her curves, low-cut top showing just enough cleavage but tonight she felt like a teenager again, blushing every time Jake’s dark eyes met hers.Finally, the last parent left. Mia “accidentally” left her phone on the little table by the cl
By night 7, it was a full-blown routine. Blake would game online with his buddies until one a.m., shotgunning beers and trash-talking over headsets. He’d stumble to bed, out cold within minutes, door half-open, snoring like a freight train. Megan would curl up on the couch in tiny shorts and a tank top, “watching Netflix” with the volume low. Ethan would wait in his room, heart pounding, clock watching. At two a.m. sharp, he’d creep out.The living room became their playground.Blake had gone harder on the drinks today a new shooter game tournament with his online crew. He crashed even earlier, around one-thirty, mumbling about “one more round” before face-planting into his pillow.Megan was already on the couch when Ethan slipped out at two. She’d ditched the shorts entirely—just panties and Blake’s oversized hoodie zipped halfway, nothing underneath.“No words tonight,” she whispered as he approached, eyes dark with need. “Just fuck me.”Ethan nodded, pulling her up by the hand. T
The morning after was pure awkwardness. Ethan woke up to the smell of coffee and the sound of Blake banging cabinets in the kitchen. He shuffled out in sweats, avoiding eye contact.“Yo, you look like shit,” Blake laughed, pouring cereal. “Late night gaming?”Ethan mumbled something about insomnia and grabbed a mug. Megan was already at the table in Blake’s hoodie again, legs crossed, sipping orange juice like nothing had happened. She glanced up at Ethan, eyes sparkling with secret mischief.“Morning, roomie,” she said sweetly. “Sleep okay?”“Yeah,” he lied, voice rough. “Fine.”Blake didn’t notice the tension. He kissed Megan on the cheek, grabbed his backpack, and headed out for class. “See you losers later. Party round two tonight!”The door slammed. Silence.Megan stood, walking past Ethan to rinse her glass. She brushed against him deliberately.“Last night was fun,” she whispered, so low he barely heard. “Don’t be weird about it.”Then she was gone too, off to her own classes
Ethan jolted awake at 3:07 a.m., heart racing for no reason he could name. The off-campus apartment was dark and quiet, except it wasn’t. Soft, breathy moans drifted through his cracked bedroom door, mixed with the faint rustle of fabric. He rubbed his eyes, listening harder. The sounds were coming from the living room.He slipped out of bed in just his grey boxer briefs, padding barefoot down the short hallway. Blake’s door was half-open, loud snores rumbling out. His roommate had stumbled in drunk around midnight after a frat party, barely making it to his bed.Ethan peeked around the corner into the living room and froze.Megan, Blake’s girlfriend was on the couch, legs spread wide under the dim glow of the TV menu screen. The petite brunette wore one of Blake’s oversized hoodies and nothing else, the fabric pushed up to her waist. Her hand moved slowly between her thighs, fingers circling her clit. Her head was tipped back, eyes half-closed, lips parted in quiet moans.Ethan shoul
A few weeks later, it was just… normal. Taylor showed up at Greg’s house three, sometimes four times a week. Always with some flimsy excuse, “left my charger,” “need that book I lent Jake,” “just in the neighbourhood.” Greg never called her out. He just texted back Doors open and waited.Tonight was no different. It was a Thursday, just past nine. Jake was supposed to be at his buddy’s place playing poker, so the house was theirs.Taylor let herself in, kicked off her sneakers, and headed straight upstairs. Greg was already in Jake’s old bedroom, sitting on the edge of the twin bed in black sweats, no shirt, silver hair tousled like he’d been running his hands through it.“Hi, Daddy,” she said softly, shutting the door behind her.Greg’s eyes darkened instantly. “Lock it.”She clicked the lock, then peeled off her oversized hoodie, leaving her in just a tiny white crop top and pink cotton shorts.“Get over here,” he ordered, voice low and rough.She crossed the room fast, climbing i
The next evening, Taylor stared at her phone, biting her lip. Her body still ached deliciously from last night. She typed fast before she could overthink it.“Forgot some stuff, can I swing by?”Greg’s reply came almost instantly. “Door’s open.”She pulled up twenty minutes later, heart pounding harder than the wine buzz from yesterday. This time she wore a short denim skirt, a cropped hoodie, and cherry red lipstick on purpose. No accident.Greg was in the kitchen when she walked in, wearing grey sweatpants and a black tank that showed off his arms. He leaned against the counter, coffee mug in hand, eyes dark.“Stuff, huh?” he said, smirking. “What did you forget?”She shrugged, stepping close. “Earrings. Maybe a hoodie. Doesn’t matter.”He set the mug down. “Liar.”Taylor grinned, pressing against him. “Fine. I didn’t forget anything. I just wanted to see you again.”Greg’s hand slid to the back of her neck, gripping firmly. “You’re playing a dangerous game, baby girl.”“I like dang







