Alle Kapitel von CRAVINGS;15 forbidden Desires : Kapitel 41 – Kapitel 50

 I sat on the low couch beside Sami with my thighs pressed tight together and his hand still resting high under the hem of my dress. The lace between my legs was already ruined. Every shift of his fingers sent a fresh pulse of wetness into the thin fabric. The room smelled like sex and expensive cologne and something darker underneath—sweat, cum, the faint metallic edge of control. Music throbbed low enough that the wet sounds carried clearly: the slick slide of cocks into holes, the soft choked noises of women taking more than they thought they could, the occasional sharp gasp when someone was stretched too wide too fast. Directly in front of us, the woman on her knees had been rearranged. She was on all fours now, ass high, face down against a padded bench. One man was buried to the hilt in her cunt, fucking her in long, punishing strokes that made her tits swing. Another knelt behind her, spit-slicking his thick cock be

 The cock in my mouth was thick enough to force my jaw wide. The older man held my head with both hands and fucked my throat in slow, deliberate strokes, not letting me pull back when I gagged. Spit ran down my chin and dripped onto my tits. My eyes watered. I still moaned around him. Sami’s fingers never stopped moving inside my cunt. Three of them, curled just right, thumb grinding my clit in tight circles while strangers watched me take it. The wet sound of him fingering me mixed with the obscene gluck of the cock stretching my throat. “Look at her,” the older man said, voice rough with pleasure. “Pretty little guest thought she was just going to watch.” The younger one stepped in close, cock in hand, stroking himself while he watched my lips stretch. “She’s dripping down Sami’s wrist. She’s been ready since she walked in.” I

 Sami pulled me to my feet like I weighed nothing. My legs shook. Cum leaked from my cunt and ass in warm, sticky trails down both thighs. The black leather cuffs still bound my wrists in front of me. My dress was a ruined, spit-soaked scrap shoved up around my waist. Every step made the evidence of how thoroughly I’d been used slide lower. He didn’t take me back to the chaise. He walked me deeper into the room, past clusters of bodies already locked together, past a woman on her back taking two cocks in her cunt at once while a third man painted her face. Eyes followed us. Men who had already fucked my throat or my holes tracked the wet shine on my thighs like they were counting how much of their cum was still inside me. Sami stopped in a shadowed alcove lined with dark leather benches and low iron rings set into the wall. He turned me to face him. His expression was unreada

 Sami unclipped my wrists from the frame but left the cuffs on. The collar stayed locked around my throat, the leash dangling between my tits. My ankles were freed from the spreader bar last. My legs almost buckled when I tried to stand. He didn’t give me time to recover. “On the bench. Hands and knees.” I obeyed. The leather was cool against my palms and shins. My ass was still slick and open from the last cock and the plug. Cum continued to leak from both holes in slow, sticky trails down my thighs. The position left everything on display—swollen cunt, stretched ass, the black guest band still locked on my wrist. Sami stepped behind me. I heard the soft sound of his belt, the whisper of fabric. Then the blunt, hot head of his cock dragged through the mess coating my cunt, up over my perineum, and pressed against my ass. 

 Sami removed the harness slowly. The thick double toy slid free of my cunt and ass with a wet, obscene sound. I whimpered at the sudden emptiness. Everything felt open, used, sensitive. Cum and lubricant ran down my thighs in thick streams as he unclipped my wrists from the rings and eased me down onto the leather bench. My body trembled. My throat was raw. My holes ached in the best and worst ways. The collar stayed locked around my neck. Sami didn’t speak at first. He left the room for less than a minute and returned with a soft dark towel, a bottle of water, and a small bowl of warm water with a clean cloth. He sat on the edge of the bench and drew me carefully against his chest. One arm supported my back. The other guided the water bottle to my lips. “Drink.” I did. Small sips. The cool water soothed my abused throat. When