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But thinking of possibilities, my heart accelerated to an insane pace, all the worst thoughts invaded my mind. Mattia cleared her throat and he looked at her with a ‘what’ look. She gave him a poker face. “I am sure I’m not speaking an alien language. I’m simply asking her to answer a simple question. Is she a virgin or has someone fucked this pussy already?” The thin stick spat, making me feel disgusted over his choice of words. He should have cared about his sexuality rather than my sexual history.

“ so do I get answers for free on tests or just mind blowing sex?” “ if you deserve the first you get it” “Wanna do that again tomorrow at my office?” He asked laughing” “ what if we get caught” “ I’ll find a way to turn it to a threesome” “ what if it’s miss headlestone” referring to our fat, weird shaped dean ,very strict dean “ yeah I’ll rather get fired” We laughed and fell asleep soon

** Trigger Warning** This collection is not safe. Not for your morals. Not for your comfort. Inside these pages, you’ll find public degradation, corruption of innocence, voyeurism, cum worship, daddy kinks, strap-ons, virgin ruin, twisted love, and begging that sounds a lot like prayer. There are no safe words here. Only wrong men. Wet sheets. And women who stop pretending they want to be saved. If you’ve ever said “just one more chapter” with a hand between your thighs

I'm a mess – a perfect, filthy, destroyed, worshipped mess. "Don't clean up yet," Ethan says. He grabs his phone. Photographs me – covered in cum, spread on the sheets, the bowl of unused condoms visible on the nightstand, evidence of a night that exceeded every fantasy I've ever had. "Now," he says, setting the phone down. "Who wants to go again?" Round two is dirtier than round one.

“They start on my breasts, Father. Squeezing them, pinching my nipples until they ache. Then they slide down my stomach… between my legs. Rubbing my… my cunt. Pushing fingers inside while I moan.” “Good girl,” he murmured, and I heard the rustle of his cassock like he was adjusting himself. “Keep going. Do you imagine these hands belonging to someone forbidden? Do you get wet thinking about it?” “Yes,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “So wet. I rub my clit in circles until I come, imagining a man holding me down, filling me up even though I know it’s wrong. I feel so dirty afterwards but I can’t stop.” The screen door clicked. He stepped out of his side and opened mine, towering over me.

I looked down, my eyes widening in pure horror as the new message populated on the screen. "Unknown; Look at that, your reputation is already in the gutter. Let's make a deal. If you don't drop out of the duet or botch the performance next week, the hospital photo goes on the forum next. Let's see how your scholarship and your precious GPA handle a prostitution scandal like that. Clock is ticking, Dark Bird." My breath completely caught. The trap was perfectly laid. If I sang well, my life was ruined by the blackmailer. If I dropped out or botched it, my GPA died, and my only ticket out of the club life evaporated.

I tried to peek at the other side but all I could see was his shadow through the screen. "I'll tell you what I did right before I came to this town," I whispered. "I had a client that asked for me privately for a lap dance. He ended up fucking me, spreading my legs, and pinning me down... but it was still not enough. I need more. I want more." "Tannie..." his voice sounded strained and dangerously tight. "What you are doing is dangerous for your soul." "Maybe," I smirked, laughing slightly. "But I have one more confession, Father. And it's about you."

I glare at him as I reach forward to grab my glass of wine. “My turn then. I choose Truth.” I set the glass down as I go through several awkward questions in my head. But knowing Dominique, nothing is ever awkward to him. I guess he derives pleasure from awkward questions and uncomfortable moments. “What’s your dirtiest sexual fantasy?” A small smirk slips into his face as he stares at me. “Are you sure you want me to tell you?” “Oh, you don’t have to tell me.” Still smirking, he replies. “Of course.” With his arm on the chair, Dominique slowly taps his slender fingers on the arm. “I have always imagined you naked, with nothing shielding your body from me and you putting on red heels,”

Her eyes nervously scanned the words. "Oh crap.", she exclaimed, "Can I pick another one ?" "No way girlfriend.", Jen squealed, "You read the rules. You have to answer. What's the question ?" " Um, it says, Have you at any time ever masturbated anyplace other than home ?", she read softly, barely looking up from the card.