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Her fingers slid easily back inside me, picking up where I left off , withdeep, steady strokes that made fresh wetness leak out. “He won’t be interested in you like that, Maya,” she said softly but firmly, curling her fingers against my G-spot while her thumb circled my clit. “Dad likes experienced women — women who know how to ride a cock properly, not innocent virgins who’ve only been fingered by their best friend.”

“But right now I’m not away. Let us enjoy ourselves. Will you lie on your stomach and kneel for me? Let’s try a new style.” I nodded quickly, even though I was nervous. I turned over and got on my knees, my face down on and my ass up as Eric moved behind me. I felt his hands on my hips, holding me steady. Then I felt the big head of his cock at my entrance again. He pushed in slowly at first but this new position felt much deeper. I screamed loudly as he filled me completely in one smooth thrust. “Are you calling for help, my beloved?” Eric chuckled behind me. “No one is going to hear you. This place is soundproof.”

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His extremely deep voice was so piercing it sent jolts of ecstasy between my legs. “I—” My voice trailed off as I cried, a mixture of pain and pleasure, “I’m sorry, Master.” I apologized, my lips quivering and my body burning with liquified fire. YES. YES. YES. MORE. I WANT MORE. Every day of my life has been filled with nothing but boredom and the only excitement I got was from sick p**n and masturbation. Each time I see the girl on the other end of the brutality, my urge becomes uncontrollable, I wanted to be that girl, the one that gets dominated, raped and used for the satisfaction of her dom.

Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.

As a result, I was spending more and more time online reading erotic stories and looking at various websites. The sites I like most feature amateur and voyeur photos. There's just something about "the girl next door" that really gets me going. I'd much rather look at a real woman than some airbrushed, so-called "ideal." The idea that regular women are generous enough to take their clothes off so I can admire their beautiful bodies is an incredible turn-on for me. Unfortunately, Linda, my wife, doesn't always share my enthusiasm for surfing the web for p**n. Consequently, I have to sneak my viewing.

Every powerful snap of his hips sent me higher, the mix of anger and lust making it all the more intense. I met his wild thrusts eagerly, nails raking his back beneath his shirt. “Don’t stop,” I begged, teetering on the brink. “Never,” he groaned. He kissed me fiercely as his rhythm turned erratic. My inner walls clenched around him, and with a few more strokes I was lost - crying out his name as I came in a shuddering wave. “Anna - fuck!” Ethan slammed deep and held, his body shuddering as he found his release. Heat flooded inside me and he crushed me to the wall, panting through his climax.

My thighs pressed together on instinct, but it was already too late. A slick rush of wetness flooded my panties, hot and sudden, soaking the delicate lace until it clung to my swollen fold. My clit pulsed hard, as if his voice had whispered the command straight against my skin. God. I was dripping. Just from an email. Just from the knowledge that the most explicit thing I’d ever written...forty-three pages of raw, shameless fantasy...was now sitting in his inbox. I had submitted the wrong file. On Monday night I’d been running on cold coffee and three hours of sleep, watching a course submission portal count down the last two minutes before the deadline.

“But I need this. I need you.” Jasper kissed her red hair. “I need you too. I can’t stop.” Their secret summer debauchery continued. Mornings started with her mouth. Afternoons filled with long rides on the big bed. Evenings brought risky car fucks or quick sessions in empty rooms. Jasper’s body learned her completely. He could make her cum with his fingers, tongue, or cock in minutes.