Alle Kapitel von DIRTY DREAMS (AN EROTICA COLLECTION): Kapitel 61 – Kapitel 70

Is that true? Does it matter?His cock keeps hitting that spot. The pressure builds – unfamiliar in this context, but undeniable. I'm getting wetter, my body producing its own lubrication to mix with Donor One's deposit."You're responding beautifully," he observes, speeding up slightly. "I can feel you clenching around me. You're going to cum, aren't you?""I – " I don't know if I should. If it's appropriate. If – "Let go." He adjusts his angle, goes deeper. "Orgasmic contractions help pull semen toward the cervix. It's biological. Natural. Helpful."He reaches between us. Finds my clit.Starts rubbing in tight circles while he fucks me.I shatter.Crying out, back arching, pussy clenching around his cock in rhythmic spasms. The orgasm surprises me with its intensity – building from nowhere, crashing through me, making my whole body shake."That's it." His voice is strained now. "That's exa

His cock pulses violently inside me – I can feel each jet of cum adding to the flood, his hips jerking with the intensity of his release. He stays buried, grinding, making sure every last drop joins the others."Eight minutes, fourteen seconds," Dr. Reyes notes. "Aggressive approach. Notable verbal intensity."He pulls out. Looks down at the mess pouring from my pussy."Beautiful," he pronounces. Then he's gone.DONOR SIXHe's having trouble.I can see it in his face – the frustration creasing his brow, the embarrassment flushing his cheeks. He's attractive enough, mid-thirties, in good shape. His cock is hard inside me – I can feel it, thick and ready. And he's been fucking me for nearly fifteen minutes, finding a rhythm, losing it, finding it again.But he can't seem to reach the finish line."Take your time," Dr. Reyes says clinically. "Performance pressure is common in donor scenarios. Would you like assistance?""What kind of assistance?" His hips keep moving, but his rhythm is f

Seven years.Seven years of early mornings and late nights. Seven years of exceeding every target, crushing every quota, carrying projects that lesser men took credit for. Seven years of watching promotions go to guys who couldn't find their own dicks with a map and a flashlight, while I stayed stuck in the same mid-level position with the same mid-level salary and the same mid-level view of the parking garage.Until tonight.The email came at 6:47 PM, when the office was emptying and I was finishing up reports no one would read.Rebecca – Board meeting. Conference Room A. 8 PM. Don't be late.No context. No agenda. Just a summons from my boss, David Chen, the man who'd been dangling the Director position over my head for three years like a carrot I'd never reach.I thought about ignoring it. Thought about going home, pouring a glass of wine, updating my resume for the thousandth time.Instead, I reapplied my lipstick, smoothed my pencil skirt, and took the elevator to the executive f

“You’re going to love it,” Mara says for the third time, her hands steady on the steering wheel as she pulls into the parking lot. “Trust me. After everything you’ve been through lately, this is exactly what you need.”I stare at the building through the windshield.It looks like... a medical facility. Completely ordinary. Three stories of beige brick, tinted windows, a small sign near the entrance that reads “Wellness Institute - Private Practice.” There’s even a handicap ramp and those little directional signs pointing to different departments.“This is it?” I ask skeptically. “It looks like a regular clinic.”“That’s the point.” Mara grins. “It used to be an actual medical building before the group bought it. Everything inside is real – the equipment, the rooms, everything. That’s what makes it so... immersive.”I’ve known Mara since college. She’s the one who introduced me to the roleplay scene three years ago – my first kidnapping experience, arranged through a company that speci

The vibration is gentle at first. A soft hum that sends ripples of sensation through my core. I try to resist – clench my muscles, think about anything else – but my body is already responding. Already building.“Fifteen seconds,” the nurse reports. “Patient showing signs of arousal. Nipples erecting. Skin flushing.”“Increase to medium.”The vibration intensifies. The hum becomes a buzz, and the buzz becomes a pulse that shoots straight through my clit into my core. I gasp, pull at my restraints, try to close my legs against the orderly’s grip.“Thirty seconds. Breathing accelerating. Vaginal lubrication visible.”“The patient is highly responsive.” The doctor adjusts the angle, pressing the vibrator more firmly against me. “Note the way her hips are attempting to grind despite restraints. Classic presentation of hypersexual disorder.”I’m climbing. Can feel the orgasm building like a wave, rising toward a crest I can’t stop.“Forty-five seconds. Patient approaching orgasm.”“Let’s t