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I sit cross-legged on the fluffy rug in Brooke’s basement, trying to look relaxed even though my stomach keeps flipping. I just moved here two weeks ago, and this is my first real invite. Senior year starts in a few days. I need friends. The four of them—Brooke, Madison, Taylor, and Riley—have been nice enough at school, but there is an edge to their smiles that makes me nervous.We have snacks, fairy lights, and sleeping bags spread everywhere. Music plays low in the background. Everything feels normal until Brooke claps her hands.“Truth or dare time. No backing out. That’s the rule if you want to be in the group.”My heart beats faster. I laugh like it is no big deal. “Okay, sure.”The game starts easy. Truths about crushes, dares to eat weird food or send a silly text. I relax a little. Then Madison looks straight at me, eyes spark

I lower myself onto the thick dildo slowly. The head stretches my entrance wide. A long breath escapes me as I sink down inch by inch until my ass rests on the cool floor. Fullness overwhelms me. I have never had anything this big inside before.“Ride it,” Brooke orders, phone still recording. “Nice and deep so we can see everything.”My hands brace on the floor. I lift up and slide back down. The wet sounds are loud and obscene. Pleasure sparks through me with every movement. The girls surround me, hands everywhere. Someone pinches my nipples. Another slaps my ass lightly. Riley reaches between my legs and rubs my clit while I keep riding.“Such a good little whore already,” Madison says. “Moving to a new town just to become our fucktoy.”The dirty talk sinks into my skin and makes me ride harder. Shame and heat twist together until I

Morning light filters gray through the snow-covered windows. My body aches in the most delicious way. Ryan is still asleep on the couch, cock half-hard even after last night. The memory of him choking me while he pumped me full of cum makes fresh heat pool between my legs. Guilt twists in my stomach. This is my stepbrother. We have hated each other for years. But the hate has turned into something desperate and addictive, and I want more.I crawl over him before he fully wakes. I straddle his hips, line up his morning wood, and sink down in one smooth glide. No panties. Just my soaked pussy swallowing every thick inch.His eyes fly open. “What the fuck—”I slap my hand over his mouth and start riding him hard, rolling my hips in deep, filthy circles. “My turn, asshole,” I hiss, grinding down until he is buried to the hilt. My tits bounce heavily with every movement. I grab his hands and force them onto my breasts, making him squeeze the soft flesh. “You think you can just pin me down

I stand in the kitchen with my heart beating so hard it feels like it might crack my ribs. The house smells like the roast I spent all day perfecting, candles flicker on the dining table, and the baby is safe at my parents’ for the night. Seven years of marriage. Seven years of me trying to be the perfect wife while my husband barely looks at me anymore. Tonight I wanted to change that. I cooked his favorite meal, cleaned every inch of the house, and slipped into the only lingerie I own, a tiny black set that barely covers anything. My breasts spill over the cups, my ass cheeks peek out the bottom. I feel ridiculous and hopeful at the same time.The clock hits ten. Then eleven. When the front door finally opens I am already on my knees in the living room, waiting exactly like I planned. He stumbles in, tie loose, smelling like whiskey and the office. His eyes land on me for half a second.“Jesus, Sarah, what the hell is this?” He drops his keys on the table without even looking at the

I lie on the huge bed with my legs spread wide, the collar still snug around my throat, the Kegel balls still nestled deep in my cunt. My lingerie is ruined, soaked through. Rossi stands at the foot of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, revealing a hard, tattooed chest that makes my mouth go dry.“You still fighting this in your head?” he asks, voice rough with want. “Tell me how wrong it feels that your husband sold you and I am the one who is going to make you come until you cry.”“It is wrong,” I whisper, but my hips lift anyway, offering myself. “I am married. I have a child. I should not want this.”He climbs onto the bed and yanks the balls out in one smooth motion. The sudden emptiness makes me whimper. Then he is between my legs, thick cock sliding against my soaked folds. “You are mine now. Say it.”I shake my head, tears pricking my eyes from the guilt and the need. He wraps the collar chain around his fist and tugs, choking me just enough to make stars dance in my visio