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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.

"Hillian told me everything about you. How you look when you cum. How long you’ve been untouched by the old man. How you touched yourself in his room that day. I listened to every word he told me." My throat had gone dry by now, I looked from one face to the other. Hillian squeezed my hands. "I’m asking you again. Do you want this? From both of us." I should have said no, I should have stood up and walked out. Instead I let my body answer first, I could feel myself getting excited. I had never had sex with two people before. It had always been a fantasy I kept private, but now it was standing in front of me actually playing out in real time. "Yes," I whispered.

Realizing I had again been squeezing my eyes closed, so completely absorbed in the all-but-over- whelming sensation, I consciously engaged my field of vision to take in these beautiful butches—admiring the definition of their muscles, lines cut sharply across their unique strengths, intention set deeply in each of their faces. They crawled up closer to me, shoving a tongue into my mouth, followed by a slight moan, teeth biting down, and then lips rubbing urgently against me—I grabbed a fistful of each one’s hair and pushed them together for my own amusement and arousal, undoubt- edly heightening their own in the process—and just as it got really heated, I jerked the two apart, leaving passio

"You're a woman. You know what you like. Try doing the same to me. If I like it, you can tell. If I don't respond, try something different." "Are you a lesbian or bi?" Melissa asked curiously. "A lesbian," Chloe smiled back. "No cock, other than strap-ons and vibrators, has ever made its way inside my cunt." "I never knew." "I know, but I've fancied you since I started working for you."

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.

He’d slide his hand over mine, guiding my fingers, showing me how he wants me to rub myself—slow circles, then faster, harder. I whimper softly, circling my clit faster, hips rocking against my own hand. I imagine him lifting me onto the counter, spreading my legs wide, yanking my shorts down. His mouth on me—hot, wet, relentless. His tongue flicking my clit while two thick fingers push inside me, curling just right. My breath hitches. I’m so close. I imagine him looking up at me, eyes dark with want, beard glistening with my wetness. “You’re mine,” he’d growl. “Not Claire’s. Not anyone else’s. Mine.”

The promise of the taboo, the agreement we had made, and the sheer audacity of the act reignited the fire in my gut. Even though I had just come, the psychological charge of the situation was too potent. As I stood up and looked down at my cock, I was amazed to see it already stirring, thickening back toward its full nine-inch glory. The anticipation was a powerful aphrodisiac. I quickly showered, the cold water doing nothing to dampen the heat between my legs. I dressed in something simple, my mind racing. I could still smell Lilian on my skin, a reminder of who I belonged to, which only made the prospect of invading Sarah’s space more erotic.

While chatting about her upcoming meeting with Travis Vanderbilt, a sudden craving for pleasure overcame her and her collection of sex toys called to her from their hidden spot Craving a steamy solo session, Ava reached for her ten-inch dildo, the perfect choice for her intense needs. “Sophia, I’ll call you back,” she said, unable to wait. “My pussy’s begging for a deep, hard stretch with this dildo. I need a good fucking now.” Sophia laughed over the phone. “Go for it, girl. Dean’s here, and I’m about to get wild too. Talk later. Bye.” As the call ended, Ava shook her head, half-jealous, half-amused. Sophia was lucky, blessed with a devoted boyfriend and three years of a passionate relation

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Make her feel every vein, every thick ridge stretching her open. Elena whimpered, plunging two fingers deep inside herself. She fucked herself with them, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. Her other hand pinched and tugged her nipples. The fantasy consumed her—Victor’s big body covering hers, his stubble scraping her neck, his low growl in her ear: This pussy has always belonged to me. She added a third finger, stretching herself, curling them against that spot that made her vision spark. Her hips bucked wildly. The necklace bounced between her breasts with every thrust of her hand. Closer… so close…