All Chapters of DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Five minutes turned into thirty seconds..Marcus didn’t wait for her to catch her breath.He hauled her up by the hair, spun her around, and shoved her face-down onto the stained mattress. The concrete scraped her knees as he kicked them wider. Cold lube hit her ass in a thick stream, running down her crack, mixing with the cum already leaking from her cunt.“Hold still.”A single thick finger breached her tight ring, no hesitation, no gentleness. She hissed, clenching instinctively. He slapped her bruised ass so hard the crack echoed off the walls.“Relax it or I’ll rip you open dry.”She forced herself to breathe, to push back against the intrusion. A second finger joined the first, scissoring, stretching. The burn was vicious, delicious. By the time he added a third she was moaning into the mattress, hips rocking shamelessly, begging with her body.Marcus pulled his fingers free. The blunt head of his cock pressed against her hole, slick with lube and her own juices. He didn’t ease

I’ve done this a hundred times.Slip in, take what’s shiny, slip out. No lights, no noise, no faces.Tonight the mark is a big glass-and-timber house on the edge of the lake. Rich bitch, lives alone, always gone on weekends. Except tonight she isn’t gone. I find that out the second I ease the bedroom window up.Moonlight spills across the bed like spilled milk.And there she is.Sprawled on her stomach, sheet kicked to the footboard, completely naked.Long dark hair fanned over the pillow, back arched just enough that the curve of her ass catches the silver light. One knee drawn up, thighs parted. The soft lips of her pussy glint, already wet, like she was touching herself before she passed out.My pulse slams in my ears.I should leave. Grab the jewelry box on the dresser and ghost.But my feet don’t move.I shut the window behind me, silent. The room smells like her, warm skin, expensive perfume, and raw sex. My cock is already steel in my black jeans.She doesn’t stir when I step c

I walk in at 2:11 a.m. carrying a small black case instead of the duffel.She’s already on the bed, naked, on all fours, face turned toward the door, ass up like an offering.The ropes from last night are still knotted to the bedposts; she’s looped her own wrists and ankles through them, loose enough to wriggle but tight enough that she can’t close her legs or hide.She’s been waiting exactly like this for hours.Her pussy is so wet it’s dripping onto the sheets in steady drops.I set the case on the nightstand, flick it open.Two toys glint under the moonlight:A thick black silicone cock, nine inches, veined, heavier than it looks.And a steel plug, wide at the base, cold and merciless.Her breath hitches when she sees them.I strip slow, letting her watch.When my cock springs free she moans, low and needy.I climb behind her, run the steel plug through her slick folds once, twice, coating it.Then I press the cold tip to her ass.“Deep breath, princess.”One slow, relentless push

The second the final whistle blew, the entire men’s swim team turned to me.I’d lost the bet.Badly.Eight, nights.Eight starting swimmers.I belonged to them after every single practice until the conference meet ended.Coach had already left. The natatorium lights were half-off, the pool still rippling under the high windows. Chlorine hung thick in the air, mixed with the raw smell of male sweat and victory..They circled me like sharks.Captain Jace, six-four, shoulders carved from years of butterfly, stepped forward first..“Strip, Manager.”My hands shook, but I peeled the team polo over my head. Sports bra next. Then the shorts and panties. Eight pairs of eyes devoured every inch of skin I exposed.I stood naked in the middle of the tiled locker-room floor, nipples already hard from the cold and the fear-laced thrill.Jace nodded to the low wooden bench in front of the lockers.“On your back. Legs open.”I obeyed. The bench was narrow, my ass barely fitting, thighs spread wide,

They’ve turned the entire springboard platform into a sex rig.The tall 3-meter diving board has been unbolted from the pool deck and dragged into the locker room.They’ve removed the fulcrum, locked the board horizontal, and bolted heavy steel eye-rings along its length.Four thick bungee cords the elastic rebound cords used for dry-land training now stretch from the tip of the board down to floor anchors, turning the whole thing into a giant, violent trampoline.I see it and my cunt clenches so hard a trickle of last night’s cum leaks down my thigh.They strip me the second I step inside.Jace and Marcus lift me bodily onto the board.I’m laid on my back along the fiberglass, arms stretched overhead and cuffed to the tip, legs spread eagle and locked to the sides so I’m completely open, tits bouncing with every breath, pussy and ass hanging slightly off the end where the board curves upward.The bungees are pulled tight; the board vibrates under me like a living thing.“Rule tonight