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He just stood there, staring, taking in every detail; the way my lips were puffy and shiny, the way my juices coated my inner thighs, the way my clit peeked out swollen and begging. “Did you touch anything in my room today?” he asked, taking slow steps towards me and I could tell I was getting paler. “No,” I whispered, the lie slipping out before I could stop it. He tilted his head and before I could even blink, his hand landed hard on my pussy. The sting exploded across my sensitive folds, making me scream. Tears instantly slid down my cheeks, but the pain only made me hornier. My pussy clenched around nothing, a fresh stream of wetness leaking out as my legs shook violently against the bed.

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

“Your fingers… they’re going so deep in my pussy and I love it!” He started fingering my pussy hard right there in the water, his fingers pumping aggressively while his cock stayed buried inside me. The dual sensation only made me moan shamelessly, my whole body was shaking as he stretched and used my hole without any patience. “You’re such a greedy little p**n slut,” he growled, kissing my neck roughly while his fingers fucked my hole harder in the water. “Even after I just filled you, you still need more of my cum, are you addicted to sex or something… no wonder you are a p**n star, you can’t leave without cocks going in and out of your hole and making you cum.”

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

In my fantasy, Steven growled against my ear, voice low: “You’ve been teasing me for years, baby girl. Parading around in these shorts, bending over where I can see that pretty pussy. This tight cunt is mine now.” I whimpered, pushing the tip of my finger into my ass while the other hand drove deeper into my pussy. The fullness was overwhelming. My thighs trembled, sweat slicked my back, and the T- shirt bunched up my breasts. I could feel my nipples hard and aching, rubbing against the sheets with every movement. I flipped onto my back again, spreading my legs wide, knees almost to my shoulders. The position left me completely exposed and vulnerable, just like I wanted to be for him.

“That’s going to stay in my phone forever. Whenever I’m away, I’ll play it. I’ll jerk my cock to the sound of your pretty cries. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She moaned, pushing forward against his hand. “Dirty little girl.” He pinched her clit, loving the sound that escaped her mouth after. “On your hands and knees, Printsessa. You sound like you’re aching for more.” Charlotte immediately got on her hands and knees, imitating her current position on the screen. Maksim knelt behind her on the floor, lined up his cock with her entrance, and pushed into her in a slow torturous movement. Charlotte wiggled her ass back, wanting more.

I whispered as my p***y sent pulse after pulse to my brain. ‎Every flick of his tongue seemed to spark the electric feeling. All my nerves were centered at the one spot. I felt him enter me with one finger, drawing it out then pushing back in. In and out, in and out, until I was a groaning, writhing mess. Then it was two fingers f*****g my p***y as his mouth continued to treat my clit. ‎

He had his dick out, his hand moving in a frantic blur as he listened to me describe how the inside of my pussy feels while his father was ruining me. “Jesus Christ! Don't stop, baby! Keep talking! Keep moaning!” Preston begged as he sucked on my breasts causing my toes to curl. "Tell him how the bushy hairs tickle your balls every time you slam home," I whispered, my voice a filthy lure. "Oh, Enid!" Preston roared. He lost all control. He withdrew almost completely and then slammed back in with a force that made the heavy desk creak and groan. The legs of the desk scraped across the floor with a loud, metallic screech. I saw through hooded, glassy eyes as Conner finally came on the floor, his eyes shut tight, his body shaking as he bit his lip to keep from screaming.

His cock was so hard it looked painful. "Please," he sobbed. "Please Mistress I'm begging you. I'll do anything. Please let me cum." "Anything?" I asked. "Anything! I'll do anything you want just please let me cum!" "Cum for me," I commanded. "Cum with my cock buried in your ass like the desperate little slut you are." Permission granted, he shattered. His orgasm was violent and overwhelming. He screamed my name, his whole body convulsing as he came harder than I had ever seen. Cum shot out of his cock in thick ropes, coating the sheets beneath him. His ass clenched around the strap-on so tight I could barely move.

His length stays upright, standing tall as a blatant dare. I crawl over his waist, leaning down to press a quick, mocking kiss to the tip before positioning myself over his thigh. Now I just want to see how far I can push him. How much of that calm, stubborn control I can strip away. “Tell me a Bible story, Brock,” I whisper, slowly guiding his tip to my aching cunt. “I heard you used to be quite the storyteller in your youth.” I lower myself onto him, but I stop halfway. I refuse to take the full length. When dealing with a man who can split you in half, holding back is the only way to survive.

The man's mouth parted slightly as he watched her touch herself. She pinched her nipples between her fingers, gasping at the sensation. The stranger's free hand drifted down to palm himself through his boxers. The sight of him touching himself while watching her sent another flood of wetness to her already soaked panties. She let one hand slide down her stomach, over the lace of her underwear. Her fingers pressed against her clit through the fabric, making her hips jerk slightly. "Fuck," she whispered to the empty room. Her legs trembled as she continued touching herself, circling her clit through her panties.

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Saliva from his mouth on my neck, trailing down. "Oh yea... ageeeeghhhh... hhhh." Uncontrollable shivers. Fingers slid deeper, parting walls. "Oh yeah... harder... add another!" Hollered whisper. He pumped three now, stretching sore pussy. "Dirty girl three fingers for brother's anytime hole. Love the pain? Beg for cock again." "Yes, fuck more!" Another small climax, body trembling. He chuckled, pulling fingers out, making me suck them clean tasting us mixed. "Good slut. Sleep now, dream of me using you."

Sophie pov I took off my skirt and slowly traced lines on my panties, not taking my eyes off the magazine, slowly flipping it to the next page. My breathing grew faster. It was an up-close picture of the woman having her pussy licked by the man. Fuck, I couldn't tease myself any longer. I pulled my panties to one side and slipped a finger into my pussy.

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But I needed more, my clit aching for direct attention, the teasing not enough anymore, so I grabbed his hand again, shoving it into my shorts, past my panties, until his fingers brushed my slick folds, the contact making me shudder violently. “Touch my pussy, Ronan, rub my clit, finger me deep,” I pleaded, rocking against his hand desperately, my hips snapping forward. He found it immediately, thumb circling the swollen nub with firm pressure, and I bucked wildly, the sensation overwhelming, sparks exploding behind my eyelids. Wet sounds filled the air as he slid through my juices, dipping one finger inside me just a bit, then deeper, curling it against my walls.

Wanted someone to use me so hard I forgot my own name. His message was already waiting. Ryan: Your profile says you're new to this. But your kink list says otherwise. Degradation, rough play, orgasm control, anal training. That's not a beginner's wishlist. So which is it—are you actually new, or are you just another sub looking for someone to feed her fantasies? Direct. Blunt. No bullshit. My pussy clenched. I typed back with one hand, still touching myself with the other. Me: New to the community. Not new to wanting to be treated like a whore. Does that answer your question?

Her hand slipped into his shorts and wrapped around his throbbing cock. “My turn,” she whispered, stroking him firmly. “I want to feel you come.” She pumped him faster, thumb swirling over the head, whispering filthy things in his ear—how big he was, how she’d been wet since yesterday, how she wanted him to fuck her raw one day soon. Ethan lasted less than a minute. He groaned her name and came hard, spilling over her hand and onto her stomach in thick ropes. They stayed tangled on the couch afterward, breathing hard. Priya traced patterns in the mess on her skin, smiling lazily.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.