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“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

The deal we eventually have comes to take a lot of negotiating. My demands? I want Anna to quit Onlyfans and give up her budding, fledgling p**n career. That is the toughest sell, especially when I learn how much cash she is generating. But having something she wants, (my cock — never would have been able to predict that this is what parenting will come to), I am able to get her to really listen to me as I talk about the impact it can have on her future, and the impact it is having on her right now. I learn that Kiara's sister is doing it too, but without any of the nudity Anna is offering on her site, and that Anna feels she can no longer talk about it with Samantha, making her feel isolated from her friend, and — as I suggest to her — maybe even a little embarrassed about how far she is going. Besides, I tell her in no uncertain terms, I have no interest in fucking any little girl who is selling her pussy online.

The heat in the room grew stronger, they both grew breathless. They went on and on until they were satisfied. Then finally, they threw their backs onto the bed…butt naked…staring at each other knowing nothing between them is going to remain the same. But they didn’t seem to care, Lana scooted closer to Rafe and crashed her lips into his. He didn’t hesistate, he pulled her closer by the waist and continued to kiss her as both of their warm naked bodies clashed.

A naked whore, trussed like a chicken, lay on a trestle while they vied with one another, lobbing coins into her wide exposed cleft. A sketch labelled Symptoms of Sanctity showed the interior of a monastery. A bald and very ugly monk was leering obscenely at a lovely young virgin standing before him, head bowed in prayer. The holy man’s hand was resting on her bare breast while he fondled his balls with the other. They were surrounded by a rutting crowd of nuns and priests, clothing in disarray, black robes pulled up over nude backsides, each linked with another sexually by mouth, cunt, prick or anus.

I choked out, bending forward and raising my knees as I fought the urge to spill. “Anything?” I nodded frantically, only to realize he couldn't see me, “yes yes, fuck!” I screamed, slipping off the seat as hard grunts came from the screen. “You can” With that, the lights came on but this time, it wasn't from inside the box but from outside the box revealing over two hundred nude men of different body sizes, cock sizes, heights width watching me. I gasped but the body on the screen was thrashing from choking on a cock and some men were slamming into each other outside the box.

“Shh, beautiful. The company is fine. I just want you to think about yourself for a change. Something other than bills or me and this fucking tumor. Seriously, Rene. Get the fuck out of this hospital. Have some fun.” I sat on the edge of the bed. “And do what, Nathan?” “Get your back blown out.” I nearly fell over in shock. “Nathan! You are asking me to cheat on you!” He laughed. “Is it cheating if I know about it? Baby, I will not be here much longer. You and I know this. I am giving you permission to have a basic human need met.” I shook my head. “Nathan, that is reckless.” “Remember how you’d get all dressed up in barely anything under your clothes and we’d go to Coverts? We’d watch the other couples, get so turned on and fuck all night”

" All right , dear . Granted. " I once read an article about a tribe that punish people by ignoring them. They'd look through you , pretending you did not exit . It normally would take long . They consider that alone is more painful than anyother punishment. Imagine no one talking to you . Passing through a hall of people and it seems you are invisible . That treatment alone would kill you. I mean , you would actually die .

The room echoed with the panting of three naked bodies. Sara watched Vincent pull up his underwear. His cock had still not gone down. The Viagra was still working. Sara let out a satisfied yawn. The night had gone so much better than what she imagined.

Clarissa lost count. She lost herself. She was a vessel, a toy, a thing being passed around a circle of hungry, anonymous men. Her world was reduced to the push and pull of flesh, the taste of salt and sweat, the burn of stretch, the shocking warmth of internal releases, and the thick, cooling splatter of cum on her skin.

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

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“Strip. All of you. Show me those greedy little cunts.” The girls didn’t hesitate. Tops came off, shorts dropped to the floor. Three naked, horny bodies stood in front of him — Emma’s curvy figure with big tits and fat ass, Mia’s tight petite body with perky nipples, Zoe’s athletic frame with long legs and a smooth shaved pussy. Emma dropped to her knees first, yanking Jax’s pants down. His thick, heavy cock sprang out, veined and already leaking pre-cum. “Jesus, look at this monster,” she moaned, wrapping both hands around it. “Girls, we hit the jackpot tonight.”

Completely naked. What the hell?

The lean one fisted my ass while the tall one fucked my pussy, the tattooed one jerking off, cumming on my stomach. “More,” I begged, and they obliged, lifting me into a standing 69, the tall one eating my cunt while I sucked him, the lean one fucking my ass, the tattooed one tit-fucking me again. The jungle echoed with our cries, cum and sweat mixing, until I collapsed, spent but craving. Chapter Three – Untamed Union

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

It wasn’t Nathan. Bruno was sitting there, shirtless, his head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth parted in silent pleasure. His right hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly, deliberately. Even in the dim blue light of the television, I could see the thick, glistening head and the precum shining at its tip. He was bigger, much bigger than Nathan. I froze. I had never seen anything like it before. The sight of my boyfriend’s father touching himself was so raw, so erotic, that I couldn’t look away.

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”

For something. – You think you’ve won, Lyra? I murmur, almost calmly. – You’re just lifting the lid off a nest of vipers. You think people want the truth? No. They want a story. And I will give them one. A story where I am the betrayed woman. The abandoned pregnant partner, who has just lost her child. The one unjustly targeted. She wanted to play with the rules? Very well. But me… I am the one who writes them.

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

“Peel your clothes off slowly. I want to watch every inch I’ve been denied.” My hands trembled with excitement as I peeled off my tank top, then the sports bra, letting my breasts spill free. My nipples pebbled instantly under his gaze. My leggings and panties followed, sliding down my legs until I stood completely naked on the rubber mats, my skin prickling and my core already slick and throbbing.