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she sobbed. He thrust deeper, harder. “Wrong answer.” “Y-yours! It’s yours!” she cried into the paper. “Better,” he grunted, his pace quickening into a relentless pounding. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing her mercilessly as he fucked her from behind. It was too much. The dual stimulation, the forbidden act, the constant fear of the door opening… she was shattering. Her orgasm ripped through her, a silent, violent convulsion.

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

This was a consecration of the frame. He took her from behind, his hands gripping the wire harness on her shoulders for leverage. Each thrust jolted her body, making the staples pull and the wire sing taut against her skin. The pain was inseparable from the penetration, each amplifying the other into a dizzying crescendo of violation. He was fucking the very concept of his ownership, ravishing the boundary he had just created. Elara hung in her wire cage, silent now beyond whimpers, as he drove towards his climax. He came with a shout that seemed to shake the studio, his release another hot fluid sealed inside the framed, varnished artwork.

The lashings were stinging his skin painfully but he could still also feel the sensations of being fucked, the sensation of something stretching his hole and filling it up fully was still being activated in his brain. He was almost disgusted with himself. Was he now so perverted? Another lash landed on him without warning at the same exact time Stefan plunged into him. He screamed out again and this time it was in both pleasure and pain. “He's about to orgasm, Daddy.” Yasmine said. “What? We can't allow that.” Stefan said, pulling out his wet huge cock from the pleasurable hole it had been in. “No, please!” pleaded Gerald. “Let me cum! I'll do anything you want!”

she said as my ass finally set her free. “If Derek and Betty would like to go first”. They got out from behind their desk and approached me. They were the older couple that I had placed in last place the week before. They placed their hands on my naked body and began to explore. Fuck it felt good, I closed my eyes giving myself in to the moment. I felt fours hands massage and caress me. They moved quickly over my skin up and down my legs, over my back and bottom. Two hands gently brushed my breasts and tenderly pinched my nipples. A hand slipped down my body to my cunt. It brushed over my neat pubic hair before a finger slowly slipped inside. I let out a small gasp of appreciation. I opened

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.

I felt a hand pin me to the bed, as the figure kept dipping the dildo in for me. I wanted to resist, yet the figure did it so well—so well that I kept panting instead of asking who the person was. It was dark and I couldn't see, yet I could smell the cologne: thick, good, and it smelled masculine. I kept moaning uncontrollably; getting wet wasn't a choice, it was a fucking action. I couldn't control it; I just kept moaning words out of my throat. Not until the figure couldn't take it any longer.

I could feel myself shaking uncontrollably, tears running down my face. Lena licked my tits, sucked my nipples while the men destroyed me. The sounds were obscene; wet squelching, skin slapping, my broken moans and their low growls. Her dad’s voice cut through the haze. “Tomorrow morning we’re breeding both of you. Gonna fill these young cunts with so much cum you’ll be leaking for days.” The words pushed me over again. I came harder than ever, squirting all over Ethan’s cock, ass pulsing. My vision went white. I felt like I was floating and falling at the same time.

My whole body was having a seizure : tits bouncing and wax falling off as I shook and sobbed. They didn’t stop. The thrusting continued through my orgasm, Another climax followed right after leaving me shaking and begging “Too much… too much… please… I can’t take it…” “You can and you fucking will, you worthless slut,” Lila snarled grabbing my jaw. “This greedy married hole belongs to the club now. We decide when it stops leaking.” The strap-on woman finally pulled out. My cunt gaped for a second : red, swollen, drooling a thick mix of squirt and wax.

Being worshiped and pleasured by three sexy as hell men. After sucking my sensitive and throbbing clit, Ethan held my head and turned it to his side of the bed before slipping his own throbbing cock into my mouth. He was perhaps the most vocal of all the men on this night, as he peppered me with dirty words and erotic questions. Asking me if I was a slut and if I liked being used as a whore, strangely enough I found this degrading talk aroused me further, and I played along with him answering every question and degrading thing he had to say.