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“For the next show, it is Novella and Kathrin, talking about being public about sexuality.” There was a small crowd around our stage, barely 100 people or so. They clapped nicely, and we walked up to our seats. Novella was wearing a really neat pantsuit in dark burgundy red with a silky purple blouse underneath. Her curly black hair hung wild around her face as usual and she wore a pair of old-fashioned cateye glasses. Only the many open buttons on her blouse and the deep cut of the jacket hinted at this not being your usual interviewer. “Hello and welcome,” she said, smiling at the crowd with her wide, purple-lipsticked lips. “I’m Vella, and this is my good friend and porn author Kathrin. W

Arlo and Soren are annoyingly bending over me from behind to read over my shoulder, and Cerelia leans against the edge of the table, arms crossed, golden hair braided back and eyes sharp. We’ve all read enough to be aggravated, but not enough to be satisfied. The damn thing is hundreds of pages long, crammed with notes in Isadora Redgrave’s spidery, slanted hand. “So far it’s mainly just logistics,” Cerelia mutters, flipping a page. “Smuggling routes, blackmail lists, names of judges she has in her pocket.” “And extremely detailed notes on their mistresses, kinks and drug habits,” I add, pushing my hair back from my face. “Is she running a crime syndicate or gossip column?”

I was showered with offers for dates, but none of them gave me that tingle in my pussy that Eric next door did. I went to a seedy bookshop in the "wrong" part of town and bought a couple of erotic novels. I chose ones that were about husbands having affairs with younger women. As I read them in bed late at night I let my fingers play with my tits and my pussy and I brought myself to my very first orgasm. It was a wonderful discovery, but nothing like what the books described. I knew I needed a cock for that and the only cock I wanted sat between Eric Conner's legs.

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

3 holds her head in place, moaning loudly as she did. On the other end, I circle my tongue over No. 2's clit while Mr Sterling's cock slams into me, stretching me and making me scream against her skin. The room is chaos now, full of moans, cries, the smell of sex and the sound of balls slapping against pussy. ... And the mirrored ceiling above reflects us, three Agency top models, taken one after the other and together by one married older man who hasn't even taken off his tie. I cum loudly, shaking and trembling, and he pulls out at the last second, stroking himself over all three of us.

Private practice can be murder on a married couple’s bank account— because of all the ripped-off clothes. I lowered and raised my hips till I found just the right angle—then grabbed her hair and held it tight. I looked in her eyes while I worked my cock precisely up and down, reaching between us to thumb her clit as I thrust shallowly at just the right angle—I knew it so well. Her mouth dropped open. She moaned. I gave my secretary slow, jagged thrusts—just the way she liked it, ma’am, hot and creamy. She came in a minute and a half, maybe longer. She shuddered and howled and melted into my arms while her pussy clenched me rhythmically.

Esther was amazed to feel her throat shrinking as it left her, like elastic snapping back but in slow motion, she gasped a few times, yelped “Fuck as Curt found her clit again, and swallowed tentatively a few times. The door to the room was rattling. It had been locked when they came in and clearly whoever was trying to open it now had a large bunch of very similar keys as he was making very little progress and plenty of noise. She heard Theo’s voice swearing, muffled by the door. Something about his physical presence while she was like this thrilled her. She reached down and grabbed Curt’s hair guiding him to the right spot and thrusting her hips, grinding her clit into his tongue. ‘Fingers

I rubbed her swollen clit in fast circles. “Look at you,” I taunted, voice husky. “Soaking wet because your cousin fucked your little brother. Does that turn you on, Lila? Knowing I rode Jeremy’s cock in your family basement?. I know you've done it with him before too” I guessed--She tries to deny it but her face betrays her "I know you... Lila" She whimpered and ground harder against my hand. “Shut up… fuck… keep talking.” I smiled wickedly and pushed two fingers deep inside her. “He was so eager. Came so fast the first time. Then I made him fuck my ass while I told him how much better it felt than anything his big sister could ever give him.”

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