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All Chapters of LUSTRONOMICA: WILD CRAVINGS [FILTHY EROTICA COLLECTION]: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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STRAP- ON PAYBACK pt 2

Chapter 2: OwnedThe next evening I did not knock.I used the spare key she slipped under my door that morning in a trembling envelope along with a single word written in shaky handwriting: Please.Her apartment smelled like sex and shame already. Dim lights. Curtains drawn. She was waiting on her knees in the middle of the living room floor, naked, wrists already cuffed behind her back with soft black leather restraints she must have bought today. A thick black collar hugged her throat, a silver ring glinting at the front. Her thighs were spread wide, pussy already swollen and slick, glistening under the low lamp. She had been touching herself. Waiting. Aching.Her eyes lifted when the door clicked shut behind me. Wide. Hungry. Terrified.“Mia,” she breathed.I did not answer.I dropped my bag. Pulled out the new toys I brought. Threw them on the couch one by one so she could see.Thick leather wrist and ankle cuffs. A long black silk blindfold. A heavy metal spreader bar. A

STRAP- ON PAYBACK pt 3

I did not wait for her to open the door this time.I kicked it in.The wood splintered around the lock. She jumped on the bed where she had been waiting, naked, already collared, wrists and ankles bound with the thick black rope she bought like a good little pet. Nipple clamps dangled from her tits, chain taut, pulling her dark peaks into sharp points. A fat plug stretched her ass, base glinting between her spread cheeks. Her pussy lips were swollen, clit throbbing visibly, a steady drip of slick trailing down to the sheets.She stared at the broken door, then at me.Fear. Arousal. Submission.All at once.I crossed the room in three strides. Grabbed the chain between her clamped nipples and yanked hard.She screamed, back arching off the mattress, tears springing instantly.“You left the fucking door unlocked for anyone to walk in,” I snarled. “Hoping some stranger would see what a desperate cum-rag you’ve become?”She shook her head frantically. “N-no, Mia, I—I only wanted you—”I s

STRAP- ON PAYBACK pt 4

I left the front door of my apartment cracked open.She arrived exactly when I told her to.I heard the soft click of heels in the hallway first. Then the rustle of fabric. Then the low, shaky exhale right outside the door.She pushed it open with her shoulder because her hands were full.Naked except for a long black trench coat that barely reached mid-thigh. The coat was open. Across her perfect tits, in thick black permanent marker: **MIA’S PROPERTY** **CHEATING SLUT** **OWNED CUNT**Below that, an arrow pointing straight down to her shaved, swollen pussy where she had written in smaller letters: **FOR MIA ONLY**She dropped to her hands and knees the second she crossed the threshold. Crawled inside. Head bowed. Ass high. The coat slipped off her shoulders and pooled around her elbows like shed skin.I stood in the living room, arms crossed, wearing nothing but the harness already strapped on—same monstrous twelve-inch ridged beast from last night, glistening with fresh

STUDENT'S PET

I knew I was going to fuck the new substitute teacher the minute she stepped in with that radiant white smile, blue eyes, sexy ass body in that tight navy dress that hugged every curve like it was painted on. Ms. Lauren Reed. Twenty-seven. Fresh off some fancy teaching credentials. Long blonde hair swept into a messy bun that begged to be yanked loose. Full tits straining the buttons of her dress. Hips that swayed just enough to make every guy in the senior class shift in his seat.I’m Viktor. I'm Eighteen and Captain of the wrestling team. The one teachers whisper about in the lounge because they know I’m trouble but can’t quite pin anything on me. Yet.She started class like they all do. Introduced herself. Wrote her name on the board in neat cursive. Tried to sound confident while twenty pairs of eyes stripped her bare. But I wasn’t subtle. I leaned back. Legs spread wide under the desk. Staring straight at her. When she bent to pick up a dropped marker the dress rode up just enoug

STUDENT'S PET pt 2

I couldn’t stop thinking about Lauren Reed, I was done for. Not just hard for her but Obsessed. The kind of want that sits heavy in your chest and makes every breath feel tight.I’d jerked off three times last night replaying it: the way she gasped when I first slammed inside her, the way her pussy clenched like it never wanted to let me go, the way she sobbed my name—Viktor—like a prayer while I filled her up.But it wasn’t just the fucking. It was her. The soft laugh she gave when a shy kid answered correctly. The way she tucked a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear when she was nervous. The faint freckles across her nose that only showed up close. I adored her. Completely. Stupidly. And I hated how much power that gave her over me even though she didn’t know it yet.Today was her planning period. Third block. Room 204 empty except for her.I didn’t knock.I walked in, locked the door behind me, flipped the shade down on the small window in the door.She looked up f

RIVAL ROOMMATES HATE-FUCK

CHAPTER 1 – THE SPARKWe hated each other from day one.Avery moved into the dorm room three weeks into freshman year after her original roommate dropped out. She showed up with a black duffel bag, a box of vinyl records, and a smirk that made me want to slap her on sight. I had already claimed the left side of the room. My bed, my desk, my fairy lights strung above the headboard like I owned the place. She dropped her bag on the right bed and said, “Nice setup. Too bad I’m about to ruin it.”That was the beginning.She stole my hoodies. I accidentally spilled coffee on her white Converse. She blasted music at 2 a.m. I slammed drawers at 6 a.m. She brought guys back and fucked them loud enough that the whole floor could hear. I brought girls back and made sure they screamed louder.We never spoke nicely. We never shared snacks. We never borrowed tampons. We just existed in the same 12x12 box and made each other’s lives hell.Until tonight.It started over a shirt.My f

RIVAL ROOMMATES HATE-FUCK pt 2

The next night I didn’t wait for her to come to me.I waited until the hall was dead quiet, past 2 a.m., then kicked her bed frame hard enough to make the whole thing rattle.Avery jolted awake, sheets tangled around her naked thighs, hair a mess, eyes bleary and pissed.“What the fuck, bitch?”I stood over her bed in nothing but black lace panties and the harness already strapped tight. The same thick seven-incher, but tonight I’d added a vibrating bullet pressed right against my clit. I flicked it on low. Let her hear the soft buzz.“Get up,” I said. Voice flat. Commanding.She laughed, short and mean. “You think you can just—”I grabbed her by the throat, fingers digging in just enough to cut the words off. Lifted her halfway off the mattress by her neck.“I said get up.”Her eyes widened. Pupils blown. Nipples instantly hard. She scrambled to her knees on the bed, hands clawing at my wrist, but she didn’t fight to get free. She arched into the grip.I shoved her face-down onto the

BRIDE'S MAID OF HONOR REVENGE

The video hit me like a punch to the gut.Chloe on her knees. My fiancé’s cock in her mouth. Her blonde hair gripped in his fist. Her eyes locked on him like she was worshipping him. The clip looped in my head every time I blinked. My best friend. My maid of honor. The girl who helped pick my wedding dress. The girl who promised to stand by me forever. She swallowed his cum while I was finalizing floral arrangements.I did not scream. I did not cry. I slipped into black lace lingerie that hugged my curves like a second skin. Tied a silk robe over it. Strapped on the thick eight-inch black dildo I bought for a honeymoon fantasy that would never happen now. Grabbed the key card to her suite. I walked down the quiet hotel hallway with purpose.I did not knock. I swiped the card. Pushed the door open. Locked it behind me with a soft click.Chloe sat at the vanity in a short cream satin slip. Brushing her long blonde hair. Makeup flawless. She caught my reflection in the mirror and s

BRIDE'S MAID OF HONOR REVENGE pt 2

I came back from the honeymoon with sand in my suitcase and Chloe’s face burned into my brain.The entire trip, ten days in a private villa, ocean views, champagne at sunset, my new husband’s hands on me every night, I barely felt any of it. Every time he kissed my neck I saw her reflection in the vanity mirror, cheeks red from my slaps, eyes glassy while I railed her. Every time he slid inside me I remembered how she screamed my name, how her pussy clenched and squirted when I choked her. I smiled for photos. I fucked him like a good wife. I posted beach selfies with captions full of hearts. But inside I was starving. For her. For the way she broke under me. For the way she begged to be owned.The moment the plane landed I texted her one word.“Tonight.”No explanation. No hello. She replied in seconds.“Yes.”My husband was already back at the office. Late meetings. Conference calls. The usual post-honeymoon grind. He kissed me goodbye that morning, promised dinner t

THE COACH'S PUNISHMENT

HER EYES KEPT SLIDING TO MY ASS EVERY TIME I BENT TO ADJUST THE WEIGHTS.I noticed the first week. Twenty-five-year-old straight girl named Riley. Long dark hair usually in a high ponytail. Tight leggings that hugged her round thighs and perky ass. A sports bra that showed off full tits she tried to hide under baggy tanks. Always blushing when I caught her staring. Always looking away fast like she could pretend it never happened.Today was week four. Private session in my small studio after hours. No cameras. No other clients. Just the two of us, the mirrors on every wall, the heavy breathing, and the thick tension that had been building since day one.I had her in downward dog. Ass high. Back arched. Legs straight. I stepped behind her, placed one hand on her lower back to “correct her form.” My other hand slid down slowly and deliberately to cup one cheek over the thin fabric of her leggings.She froze.“You’re not focused, Riley,” I said. Voice low. Calm. “Your mind is somewhere

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