All Chapters of PLEASE ME, DADDY: 50 SHADES OF DESIRE: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

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GLADIATORS RUN A TRAIN ON ME PART 1

I never thought my little time machine experiment in the basement would send me straight into the heart of ancient Rome. One moment, I was fiddling with wires and buttons, and the next, I stood in the hot sun of the Colosseum. The roar of the crowd hit me like a wave. People screamed and cheered as gladiators fought in the sand below.Dust flew everywhere, and the air smelled of sweat and blood. I looked down at myself. My modern clothes had changed into a thin, short tunic that hugged my curves. It barely covered my thighs, and the fabric clung to my breasts, making my nipples poke through.Heads turned my way. Men in the stands pointed and whistled. I felt exposed, but a thrill ran through me. This was my chance for something wild.I scanned the arena. Three gladiators caught my eye. They had just won their fight and stood tall, covered in sweat and grime. The first one, Marcus, was bald and huge, over six feet with muscles like rocks. He held a net and trident, his eyes sharp and h

GLADIATORS RUN A TRAIN ON ME PART 2

Then he started thrusting, hard and steady, each pump making my breasts swing. Secundus moved to my front, grabbing my hair and guiding his cock back into my mouth. I sucked eagerly, tasting myself on him from earlier touches. The rhythm built—Marcus pounding my pussy, Secundus fucking my face. Spit and pussy juices leaked down my thighs.Titus didn't wait long. He knelt behind Marcus, but no— he wanted my ass. I felt his hands on my cheeks, spreading them wide. 'Relax,' he said, spitting on my tight hole. I had some modern lube in a small pouch from my time jump—thank god it came with me. I passed it back blindly, and he squeezed it out, working two fingers into my ass. The cool gel mixed with his spit, easing the way. He scissored his fingers, stretching me. Then he pressed his cock against the entrance. 'Breathe,' he commanded. I did, pushing back as he thrust forward. The burn was intense, but pleasure followed as he filled my ass inch by inch. Now all three were inside me. Marcus

GLADIATORS RUN A TRAIN ON ME PART 3

The other three turned toward us, their gazes locking on me. I could see the bulges starting in their loincloths, the fabric tightening as they took me in. My tunic hung loose now, torn a bit from before, showing hints of my curves. I didn't care. I wanted them to see.We moved quick, ducking into a small storage nook off the main arena. It was tucked behind some stone walls, hidden from the crowd's eyes. Piles of shields leaned against the walls, spears stuck in the ground like forgotten trees. Old nets hung in bundles, smelling of salt and dust. The air here was cooler, a break from the blazing sun outside, but my blood ran hot as they followed me in.The scarred one—let's call him Varro—grabbed my waist first. His hands were calloused, rough from gripping swords all day. He pulled me against him, his chest hard against my softer body. I felt his cock press through the thin cloth, already stiff and thick. 'You're bold, woman,' he growled, his breath hot on my neck.I tilted my head

GLADIATORS RUN A TRAIN ON ME PART 4

I sat there laughing, coated and sore in the best way, the rush of it all better than any history lesson. Rome felt like my playground now, gladiators just the beginning.As night crept in slow and steady, the torches around the Colosseum burst to life one by one. Their flames danced high, casting long shadows and turning the massive stone arena into a place of flickering magic for the evening fights. The air smelled of smoke and sweat, mixed with the distant roars from the crowds gathering below. I had just finished rinsing off in a rough stone fountain nearby.The cold water hit my skin like a slap, shocking away the heat from my earlier adventures. It made my nipples harden and sent chills down my back. I shook off the drops and pulled my tunic back over my body, the fabric sticking a bit to my damp skin. Deep inside, my pussy throbbed with a dull ache, and my ass felt sore in the best way—a sweet reminder of all the rough fun I'd had that day. But I wasn't done yet. My body buzzed

THEIRS TO USE PART 1

Zoe and Ryan had known each other their whole lives. They grew up on the same street in a tiny town where everybody knew everybody. As little kids, they spent their summers running through each other's backyards, catching fireflies in jars, and sharing peanut butter sandwiches at lunch. They were always together. Where one was, the other wasn't far behind. Their moms used to joke that they came as a pair, like shoes.High school was when things started to feel different, though neither of them talked about it out loud. Zoe started growing into herself — her hips getting rounder, her laugh getting softer somehow, more aware. Ryan shot up two inches one summer and his shoulders filled out his t-shirts in a way they never used to. They still hung out all the time, still laughed at the same stupid jokes, but there were moments now. Quiet ones. Where one of them would catch the other looking and then quickly look away.They didn't do anything about it. Not then.College is what finally bro

THEIRS TO USE PART 2

It became a thing. Saturday evenings on the porch, cold bottles sweating in the heat, music coming low from the little bluetooth speaker Ryan always set on the railing. Sometimes they'd sit out there until the sky went completely dark and the bugs started humming loud in the grass.Zoe felt it every time. That warm flutter low in her stomach when Lucas's eyes found hers across the table. It wasn't dramatic. It was quiet and steady, like a candle that had been lit and was just burning patiently, waiting. She'd catch him looking and instead of glancing away she'd hold it just a second longer than she should. Then she'd reach for her drink and pretend nothing happened.Ryan saw all of it. She knew he did. She'd catch him watching her sometimes — not jealous, not worried — just watching with that small smile he got when he was thinking about something he hadn't said out loud yet.At night, in bed, they talked about Lucas. Quietly. In the dark."You like him," Ryan said one night. More lik

THEIRS TO USE PART 3

Then she leaned forward and let her tongue flick soft across Ryan's tip first. He made a low sound in the back of his throat, his hand moving to rest in her hair. Not pushing. Just resting. She closed her lips around him and sucked gently, pulling back slowly, then turned her head and did the same to Lucas — licked the tip once, tasted the salt of him, then drew him into her mouth properly.He made a noise that didn't sound quite human.They fell into a rhythm after that, taking turns. One filling her mouth while her hand kept working the other, slow and steady. The sounds in the room changed. Wet sounds. Soft slurping. Low groans from above her. Her jaw started to ache a little in the best possible way.Ryan moved to the small drawer in the side table by the couch. She knew what was in there. They'd put it there together, weeks ago, when this was still just something they talked about quietly in the dark. He came back with the rope — thick cotton cord, soft enough that it wouldn't cu

THEIRS TO USE PART 4

Then Lucas pulled back and drove forward and the whole thing started.The bed rocked under them. The springs made a slow rhythmic squeak that got louder the harder they went. Lucas's hands moved to her hips, gripping hard enough that she knew there'd be marks tomorrow, and he pulled her back onto him every time he thrust forward. Each one jolted her forward onto Ryan's cock and she choked and gagged and gulped air every time he pulled back far enough to let her.Sweat broke out across her back. She could feel it on Ryan's thighs too, slick where his skin pressed her face."So fucking tight," Lucas breathed behind her. His voice had gone rough and low. He picked up the pace.Ryan matched him, his hips rolling with short quick jabs that pushed him to the back of her throat over and over. Wet strings of spit stretched from her lips every time he pulled back and broke and dripped down onto the sheets. It was messy and breathless and loud and she couldn't do anything about any of it. Her h

THEIRS TO USE PART 5

Lucas moved between her tied-open legs and pushed inside her, his length finding angles Ryan hadn't, reaching spots that made her toes curl. Ryan moved around to her face, his cock still slick with her, and he pushed it between her lips without asking. She could taste herself on him — salt and heat — and she licked it clean without being told to, working her tongue slow and thorough around the head.Lucas slapped the outside of her thigh. A sharp crack of sound and heat that left a pink flush behind. Her breath stuttered."Like that roughness?" he asked.Her mouth was full. She nodded.Ryan pulled back and wrapped his hand around himself, stroking slowly, watching her face."Turn her over," he said.They untied her ankles — Lucas working one side, Ryan the other — and she let them flip her onto her hands and knees. Her wrists got retied to the headboard again, her back dipping down, her hips raised. The familiar position. Except this time it was Ryan lining up behind her and it was he

THEIRS TO USE PART 6

It didn't feel like a declaration. It felt like stating something that had already been true for a while and was only just now being said out loud. Like finally naming a thing that had been sitting in the room with them all along.Ryan pressed his lips to her temple and held them there.Lucas rolled onto his side and looked at her across the bed. Something in his face had gone quiet and serious in a way she hadn't seen before."Okay," he said simply.They talked after that in low murmuring voices, the three of them lying tangled in the wrecked sheets in the dark, making the kind of loose easy rules that come naturally when something has already been decided and you're just working out the details. She would follow their lead. She would take what they gave her and trust them to know the difference between too much and just enough. They would pay attention. They would take care of her after — always after. A word she could say if she needed everything to stop, a word that meant somethin

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