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My holes remembered the stretch, the flood, the degradation that made me cum harder than anything else. I assigned group discussions and told them to break into pairs. Of course, the six of them clustered together at the back, pulling an extra chair so they formed their own filthy little circle. I circulated, trying to stay professional, but when I approached them, the air thickened with testosterone and my own dripping arousal. "Any questions on the themes?" I asked, voice tight. Damien looked up, his dark eyes gleaming. "Yeah. How far would a woman go to hide her true desires?" His gaze dropped to my lips, then lower. "Think she'd fight it... or just spread her legs and take it?"

As she watched him being driven away, she knew that this was just the beginning of a complex and dangerous dance, one that would test the limits of her professionalism, her desire, and her very soul. This was the fourth criminal she was fucking and she knew she wasn't stopping anytime soon. These criminals are so hot and she wasn't ready to let go. Note: if you want more of Camila, you can request for it and I might create a book for that purpose.

“Tell me, baby girl. What’s your p**n kink? The dirty shit you watch when you’re alone in your room, fingers buried in that tight little cunt?” My face burned. I wanted to tell her to fuck off, but my pussy clenched at her words. “None of your goddamn business.” “Come on,” she whispered, leaning in so her breath tickled my ear. “Be honest with Mommy. Do you like watching girls get dominated? Or maybe you touch yourself thinking about sucking on big, juicy tits like mine? I bet you do. I bet your little clit throbs when you imagine it.”

What was left wanted to burn. I started small. Skipped lab meetings. Ignored emails. Let dishes pile in the sink. But none was enough to quell the emptiness within me. Then I opened incognito mode on my laptop one rainy evening and typed the words I’d never allowed myself to speak aloud: I want to be bad. The internet answered. First it was confession threads, women admitting they’d cheated or stolen or screamed in public just to feel something. Then kink forums. Then darker places where people described wanting to be used, marked, ruined. That’s how I found the link buried in a comment thread.

"A dirty little slut who sends nudes to men just to see what would happen. You wanted me to see you. You wanted to be punished." "Please," I sobbed, my hands reaching for his shoulders. "Please, Maximilian, fuck me. Just fuck me." "Admit it first," he said, his thumb grinding against my clit, igniting the ache further. "Tell me what you are." "I'm a slut!" I cried, the words tasting like ash and honey. "I'm a dirty little slut! Please!" He let out a low, triumphant chuckle and took the focus between my legs.

I don't get shocked because it's the truth, I don't masturbate anymore because I've got two boyfriends I can ask at any time. "Remember you can safeword sweetheart, these next questions are tougher. Have you ever done any drugs?" The intensity of the wand goes up which distracts me from the question, I guess that's the point. I squeak when I don't answer for a couple of seconds. I mean yes I've done drugs, but that's in the past. "I need an answer," Marcus probes. "Yes." "What drugs have you done?" "Weed, coke, and pills." "Have you ever cheated on someone?"

“Of course, you have to answer my question to you. So, what's your answer? The light is on or off?” “All right, on?” then suddenly they shouted. “Ssh, be quiet. Next question ma'am, chocolate or sex? ” “Huh? Wait, choco-” he didn't let me finish speaking, and he immediately changed the question. “Next question, Hotel or motel?” Whatever he asks me, i always feel like i'm on a hot seat. “Hotel?” then they shouted again. “Is it exciting, ma’am? This is the next question. Is he muscular or handsome?”

There’s a tenner in it for your trouble, but I appreciate you taking a couple hours out of your day to help with these observations. ‘You should all be aware of a few things. This study is about aspects of human sexuality. There will be some skin to skin contact, some nudity, we will have detailed questions about your experiences here for you afterwards and you will need to talk about aspects of your own sex life, sexual history, and sexual fantasies in a questionnaire before hand.

he asks. "Those are my limits. This isn't my first rodeo. I've also been in rooms like this before. So if you want to whip me full force, do it. If you want to wrap your hand around my throat-" I say and wrap my hand around my own throat. "And squeeze until I am sure I am going to die, do it. If you want to see marks across my body from your sadism, do it. Who knows, I might actually get off from it," I doubt it, it's rare I get off from anything these days.

I say, sending in a list of get to know you dating questions. Thane goes through the long pile of questions, a chuckle breaking off his lips while he reads through. “Okay, this is good. But why does it have lots of nasty questions” he asks, lifting his eyes up. “I just placed a balance of sexual and emotional questions” I blurted out, not really wanting to let out the truth of its originator, but that seems to already be on the table. My hands shield cover my face. Thanes stare isn't exactly innocent, but a mix of slutty and amazement. I guess no one really knows what's in your brain, until you let it off.