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And now, for fourteen whole days, it was just the two of us in this massive modern house. I tried to distract myself by curling up on the big sectional couch with my laptop. It was late, the house was quiet, and my curiosity had been building for weeks. With shaking fingers, I typed in a p**n site I’d only visited once before. I chose something soft, a video titled “Gentle First Time” and plugged in my headphones.

She volunteered as a guidance counselor in the Westbridge academy after leaving her coperate job at Unity Banks. Their marriage looked ideal from the outside. In private, it was a source of deep, aching frustration for Tamara. Her tyrant husband Richard, was nothing more than a 5-inch cockie man…….and a two mins man in bed. Sex with Richard, has always been a toture to Tamara…..she married him as a virgin, and had Always felt a void in her whenever he sexed her. Once during an annual women enlightment, held by Joyce Major…..Tamara learnt about the afterglow of orgasms in a woman's life…and she ernestly longed for it….but unfortunately her cockie couldn't fulfill her wishes.

Chief Amara stood and circled me, running her manicured nails down my spine and over my ass cheeks. “Never been with a woman?” she asked. “No, ma’am,” I whispered. “Good. I like breaking in new girls.” She pushed me gently onto the bed. “On your back. Legs wide open. Show me that cunt.” I lay down and spread my thighs. The cool air kissed my exposed pussy. My outer lips parted naturally, revealing the slick pink inner folds already glistening with fresh wetness. Chief Amara stripped off her dress, revealing full breasts with dark nipples and a smooth, plump pussy. She climbed between my legs and stared at my hole.

The room filled with the symphony of their use: the wet slap of skin, the guttural male grunts, the choked, desperate sounds she made around the cock in her mouth. “You like being our communal fleshlight, don’t you?” Sam’s voice came from beside her ear, calm and darkly amused. His smooth hand stroked her sweat-slicked side. “You love knowing any one of these guys can pump a load into any hole they want. That you’re just a set of free-use holes now.”

Be honest, what’s the worst, filthiest thing you’ve ever done for money? I’ll give you a minute to think about that. Think very closely… Great, now I’ll tell you what mine is… sex. Filthy dirty sex where I was used like a whore and worse; it wasn’t even by a man. It was a woman. A powerful, rich woman who turned out to be exactly the kind of dirty fantasy my body had been craving for years.

Racheal and Justin stop by for visit, with a plan in mind. Enjoy.. ****** I have always had a very heavy sexual appetite. Even with a hot, sexy wife willing to do anything; I always seem to need more. Thus, the old adage that reality is stranger than fiction comes to mind. It is so accurate when applied to relationships and sex; it is wild what people will do, especially behind closed doors. The following is one more episode of my life, cluttered with sexual adventure. Amazingly, everything is true, except the names and some minor details that I just don't remember. The series of stories act as a sexual biography. On the surface, I have such a normal life...I go to work every day. But a coup

"It wasn't just... it wasn't just sex. It was like he was trying to break me. He looked at me, Bridge. He lustfully looked at me. Not like a student, but like he wanted to own every breath I took." "Oh my God, he did! He actually did it!" she squealed, her voice muffled as if she’d covered her mouth with her hand. "Tell me everything, Pearl. Don't leave out one bit. Was it raw? Did he mark you? Did he treat you like the top student or did he treat you like a complete slut for him? Talk to me, girl! I’m sitting here in the middle of my dinner and I’m about to scream!" I looked at the locked door, the silence of the house pressing in on me, and finally let the truth out in a shaky breath. "

The screens showed live feeds of other rooms, and other people. A couple in one room was fucking on a table, the woman bent over while two men took turns. In another, a woman was tied spread-eagle, a man teasing her with a vibrator while she begged. Clara’s breath caught. Heat flooded between her legs. She was instantly wet. Julian sat on the couch and pulled her onto his lap, her back to his chest. His hand slid under her skirt, fingers pushing her soaked panties aside. “Watch them,” he said against her ear.

My clit throbbed at the sensation, reminding me how he had rubbed it rough while pounding me, and I had to cross my legs to hide how turned on I still was. "Not much, really," I said, keeping it vague. "Just settling in, figuring things out. No boys right now." It was a lie, but what was I supposed to say? That I was fucking my stepbrother every chance I got, hating him and wanting him at the same time? Emily laughed, a light sound that carried across the pool. "Come on, a pretty girl like you? I bet you have guys lining up. LA's full of them. What about Haiden? He's cute, right? And single, from what Collins says."

And most importantly, they would find the person together. That afternoon, Mark’s laptop was open between them on the couch. The website they found was sleek and anonymous, catering specifically to couples seeking a third. The air was thick with a strange, new kind of intimacy as they scrolled through the profiles together. Some were crass, just close-up pictures of genitals and blunt, misspelled messages. Others were creepy, their overly eager messages setting their teeth on edge.