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A goodbye to this night of anonymous pleasure. He pulls out and taps the edge of the hole twice. Some kind of thank you, maybe. Or farewell. A gesture of acknowledgment between strangers who shared something intimate but will never share names. Then footsteps, fading away. I'm alone. I sit there for a while, trying to collect myself. My skirt is bunched around my waist, stained with cum from multiple men. My top is pulled askew, my breasts exposed, nipples still hard. My hair is a disaster. I look exactly like what I am: a woman who just got fucked by an unknown number of strangers through a hole in a wall.

“One person lies down. The other touches…shoulders, arms, chest, legs. Nothing between the legs yet. While you touch, use dirty talk. Tell your partner what you like about their body. Keep it positive and real. The camera will record everything so you can watch it back later and see how you look.” Amy went first with a guy named Ryan. She lay on the mat while he knelt beside her. His hands moved slowly over her shoulders, then down her arms. “Your skin is so soft,” he said quietly. “I love how your tits look in that top… can’t wait to see them bare.” Amy smiled, relaxing. “Keep going fucking tell me more.” It felt strange watching, but also normal. No one laughed and no one judged. Then it w

The silk of her blindfold was the last thing Clarissa felt before the world went dark. A giggle bubbled in her throat, thinking of Sam’s reaction. He’d been so hesitant about her little “surprise,” but she’d convinced him. It was their game, their fantasy. She lay back on her dorm bed, the cheap cotton sheets rough against her bare skin. Completely naked. Vulnerable. Excited. She’d sent the photo—a masterpiece of teasing shadows and promised curves—to Sam’s phone. At least, that’s what she’d meant to do. Her finger had fumbled. The ‘Share via AirDrop’ setting was still set to ‘Everyone.’ She hadn’t noticed. The ping of a dozen received notifications in nearby rooms was a symphony she didn’t

"But it's so good! We are going to university. We are supposed to have some fun. Don't tell me you are planning on being a virgin till you die, or are you going to wait for him to finally see you? We need to buy this, no two ways about it." Her words hit me like bricks. Six years of having a crush on him. Six years of not being seen, hiding my feelings while other people keep asking me out and I'm turning them down while he lives his best life and I'm waiting around the corner. "Yeah, it's fine. We'll buy it, but it's barely going to hold my breasts, and you know that," I grumble, trying to make her see some sense about the dress she is buying. It's a black leather mini skirt and a sequin to

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.

Chapter – 0009 Elena POV The scandal exploded like a bomb. By morning, every news channel, gossip site, and stock ticker carried the same headline: “BILLIONAIRE DAMIEN VALE'S FILTHY AFFAIR WITH SECRET MISTRESS – MERGER AND WEDDING IN RUINS.” Clips of us fucking in the hallway played on repeat. My face twisted in orgasm. Damien’s hand buried between my thighs. His voice growling filthy things. The leaked audio made it even worse. “My dirty little secret. This cunt is mine.” My moans were impossible to mistake.

The photos stopped being cute. The last few: Ethan alone, shirt unbuttoned, eyes heavy-lidded while straight at the camera like he knew someone would see. Like he *wanted* someone to see. Then, a tucked-away folder labeled **Archive 3** It looks vague, and was hidden between “Taxes 2024” and “Contracts Signed.” Probably business. Probably none of my business. Yet, I clicked, and the moment it opened, dozens of thumbnails loaded instantly. Men. Entwined.

My body wanted to be that girl, wanted to feel his mouth on my nipples, his tongue sucking me until I screamed. Another dare made two girls strip down and scissor each other right there on the floor. Naked. Grinding, moaning, their pussies slicking against each other while the guys roared and cheered. I could hear the wet sounds of their bodies rubbing together, the obscene slap of clit against clit, and it made my stomach flip, my thighs quiver. Damien licked his lips, still watching me, his grin dark, dirty, knowing. And all I could think was: God… I want it. I want to be one of them. I want him.

I begin screaming, hoping that someone realises this isn't a fucking act. Elon moves and lifts my dress, his hands pulling at my lace panties and tearing them from me. "Please, I will do anything!" I fight against their holds. Elon grinds into me, his hands feeling across my body. "Oh no, you had a choice Alexis, money or this. You don't have the money, so this is my repayment." He bites against my breast, and I thrash against him. "I know the rules are we've to cover up, but considering how much you owe me, I don't plan to."

"Report it? Who said anything about reporting it?" He leans in closer, his scent—something like sandalwood and expensive gin—overwhelming me. He shushes me gently, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "There’s nothing to be ashamed of. We’re all human. To be honest, I watch it all the time. I could give you a list of performers that make those Brazzers clips worth it. I’ve been following Lana Rhoades and Abella Danger for years." My jaw nearly hits my desk. I look up at him, shocked not because he watches p**n, but by the casual admission. "You... you do?"