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I was shaking, moaning, completely overwhelmed by the sensations crashing over me. This was my fantasy. The one I'd tried so hard to bury, to ignore, to pretend didn't exist. And now it was real. They were real. Their hands, their mouths, their cocks—all of it was mine. "Please," I begged, not even sure what I was asking for. "Please, I need..." "We know what you need," Damian said, pulling back just enough to look up at me with those devastating green eyes. "And we're going to give it to you. Over and over until you can't remember anything but our names."

Chapter 2: Oily Hands Spreading My Ass While the Mechanic’s Thick Cock Teases My Greasy Hole Diesel’s dark laugh rumbled against Jake’s ear as he worked two thick, greasy fingers deeper into his tight hole. The rough calluses and leftover motor oil made everything slick and filthy, the digits stretching him open with slow, deliberate twists.

“I could see it on your face. The way your thighs kept pressing together. Did you touch yourself afterward?” The direct question stole my breath. I hesitated. Damien’s hand came up, gripping my chin firmly but not painfully. “When I ask you a question, you answer immediately and honestly. Try again.” Heat flooded my face. “Yes,” I whispered. “I did.” A slow, satisfied smile curved his lips. “Good girl. Honesty is the first lesson. Now tell me exactly what you thought about while your fingers were inside that virgin pussy.” My voice shook as I forced the words out. “I… I thought about how you touched her. How you made her beg. How in control you were.”

I’m alone in their massive house, horny and determined to make Damien lose control tonight. I start looking through their media room for something to watch… and I hit the jackpot. A hidden folder on their TV called “Private.” Inside are dozens of high-quality p**n videos — rough sex, cheating husbands, babysitter fantasies, creampies, degradation. Exactly my kind. My pussy throbs instantly. I put on one of the filthiest ones — a young babysitter getting brutally fucked by the married dad while his wife sleeps upstairs. The girl on screen is moaning like a whore, getting her pussy pounded mercilessly.

His cock twitched traitorously in his sweatpants. Later that night, after Damien had gone to shower, Elias couldn’t take it anymore. He lay on his bed, hoodie pushed up to his chest, sweatpants shoved down just enough. His hand wrapped around his hard, leaking cock, stroking slowly at first, then faster. His eyes were closed, breath coming in soft, desperate pants. In his mind, it wasn’t some vague fantasy, it was Damien’s strong hands pinning him down, that deep voice growling filthy things into his ear while…

A smirk tugged at his lips. “I'll take that as approval.” I wandered farther inside, slowly taking everything in. “This is insane.” I turned toward him. “So you own this place.” His expression remained annoyingly unreadable. “I never said I didn't.” Very annoying human being. Why not answer a question directly instead of being mysterious? “So what brings you here, kitty?” he asked, strolling over to the mini bar. The ice in a nearby bucket clinked softly as he reached for a bottle. “You look like someone who doesn't go to clubs.”

“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?”

I pushed her at my side. I sat by myself for a few seconds. Shit!! It was all a dream?? “Norah, you slut.” She said, “First of all I have two questions for you young lady.” She said with a devilish smile on her face. “One, why the fuck were you calling your boyfriend’s stepdad’s name? Secondly, why are your nipples standing?” “Say what now?” I looked down at my boobs and saw how hard they were. “Fucking hell. These melons are ripe as hell.”