All Chapters of Yours, Please #1: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The tension thrumming through Anny's body was utterly unspeakable. Words could not adequately capture the desperate, aching need that pulsed through every nerve ending. It was an undeniable fact that with just a little more stimulation, she would come again. But she doubted that was her daddies' plan for her.  "Turn over. Lie on your back, darling," Adriano commanded. Anny obeyed, wincing as her burning ass made contact with the rumpled silk sheets. The sting was still fresh and vivid, each brush of fabric against her punished flesh sending little shocks of exquisite pain radiating through her body. But she wanted to be good. She wanted to be their good whore more than anything. So she settled onto her back, facing up toward the ceiling. "Now, it isn't quite fair that y

Anny watched through heavy-lidded, pleasure-hazed eyes as Adriano pulled out of her and climbed off the bed. His chest was still heaving, his skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, his spent cock still semi-hard between his powerful thighs. The condom was discarded with clinical efficiency that seemed almost surreal given the carnal intensity of what had just transpired. Before she could even lower her trembling legs from where they had been draped over his shoulders, Michele was already there. He materialized between her thighs like a predator who had been patiently awaiting his turn, his eyes burning with barely restrained hunger. His hand was fisted around his thick, straining cock, stroking himself slowly as he gazed down at her thoroughly used body. "You can't be tired yet, babygirl," Michele stated, his voice a dark, velve

Anny stood before the full-length mirror rather, she didn't stand at all. Adriano was behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her upright. If he released his grip for even a moment, she would collapse immediately, her legs giving way beneath her, her body crumpling to the floor in an exhausted, thoroughly used heap. She had no strength left in her trembling limbs. Her pussy felt stretched and sore, aching from the relentless pounding it had endured.  A stubborn part of her still craved more and until that desperate, greedy desire was completely spent, until she truly could not take even one more thrust, she would not beg them to stop. She would not surrender. She lifted her gaze to her reflection and what she saw stole her breath. Her face was a mess. Her hair was a wild, tangled disaster, her cheeks were streaked

Anny stepped through the heavy black curtains, the velvet fabric swallowing the last traces of light from the corridor behind her. She fumbled for her phone, her fingers trembling slightly with a mixture of apprehension and burning curiosity and switched on the flashlight. The beam cut through the darkness. A small, involuntary gasp escaped her lips. It wasn't anything gory or horrific. It wasn't a dungeon filled with terrible secrets that would shatter everything between them. If anything, what she saw might make things infinitely more interesting. The far wall was covered from floor to ceiling with an extensive collection of implements. But these were not ordinary tools. These were instruments of pleasure and pain, meticulously arranged and displayed like artifacts in a museum of debauchery.  

"Hey, girrrrl!" Anny smiled at the familiar voice bursting through her phone's speaker. Morgan's face filled the screen, her eyes bright with that particular sparkle that always preceded news of a romantic adventure. "Hi, Morgan. How are you doing? You have an incredibly excited smile on your face," Anny observed, settling back against her pillows. Morgan giggled. "Well, I met this new guy two days ago and he's picking me up tonight." "A new guy?" Anny's eyebrows rose with surprise. "What about your boss? The one you were so excited about?" Morgan waved a dismissive hand, the one holding her hairbrush. "That's no longer new, darling, and he wasn't that impr