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His cock was already thick and dark, straining towards me, slick with a bead of his own pre-cum. He pushed me onto my stomach, yanking my hips up so my ass was high in the air. I felt the warm splash of oil on my lower back, then the shocking, filthy heat of his oiled cock pressing against my asshole. He didn't try to enter. Instead, he wedged himself between my ass cheeks, fucking the tight space between them, his hips slamming against me, the slick head of his cock sliding over my pussy with every brutish thrust. It was obscene. Degrading. The most intensely erotic thing I had ever felt. I was sobbing into the velvet, begging without words.

I wiped the last of the cum off my cock as I clicked on the box to open our private chat room. I couldn’t type fast enough to tell him how much his stories had turned me on. After I told him I had stroked myself to three climaxes in an hour and a half—more than I had ever been able to do before—he asked me if I would like to experiment with some online sex and masturbate together. I asked him if he was sure that no one else could read what we were doing, and he assured me that in the private chat room no one would mind—it happened all the time.

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.

Suddenly, he pulled down his jeans and released his massive hard cock, positioning himself behind one of the women. The hucow cried out in pleasure as he thrust his throbbing member deep inside her. His balls slapped against her ass with each forceful stroke, echoing loudly against the wooden walls of the stall. The intense sensation overwhelmed her senses, causing her to moan uncontrollably. With each grunt and groan, the other hucows began to moan and moo softly, clearly aroused by the passionate encounter unfolding before them. As I watched this spectacle unfold, my body reacted involuntarily. My nipples hardened under my thin top, straining against the fabric in response to the raw sexua

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.

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.

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.

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

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.