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“And if someone walks in right now... they’ll see you like this. Bent over my desk, tits out, my fingers buried in your cunt.” The words hit her like a wave, the imagined scene, a colleague’s shocked face, the scandal, making her clench around him. She moaned louder, then clapped a hand over her mouth. Footsteps passed right outside the door. Her body tensed, orgasm building fast from the sheer adrenaline. He pulled his fingers free, replacing them with the blunt head of his cock. He rubbed it along her slit, teasing her entrance, coating himself in her arousal. “Beg for it,” he whispered, one hand still playing with her breast, twisting the nipple just right.

His cock keeps pounding me violent, hitting spots inside that make my eyes roll back. "Bite me again," I beg him. He bites my neck harder this time, then licks the spot. His fingers rub my clit while he spreads my pussy more. "Come on my cock," he commands. "Do it now, slut." I feel the pleasure building fast. My moans get louder as he slams in and out. Sweat drips down my stomach and his. Our bodies slide against each other from all the sweat. "I'm close," I tell him. "Keep fucking me like that."

He had just wanted some pussy. I continued down the page. *Shared kinks: weapon play, domination, oral, anal, toys, BDSM of all kinds with the exception of watersports or scat play, name-calling, degrada—* "Sofia?" I snapped the folder shut and shoved it under a stack of papers so fast I knocked my coffee cup sideways. My boss was leaning out of his office, one hand on the door frame, tie slightly crooked. "Do you have a minute?"

I had become a masochist, addicted to the sensation of being used and abused. Now, whenever Lily goes away on business, I eagerly await my time with Adrian. I strip naked and knock on his door, presenting my body to him like a offering. I hold up my swollen, purple breasts and spread my labia, showing him my red, swollen pussy. He takes me into the basement and does whatever he wants to me, and I love every second of it.

I couldn’t take more…I shut the video and grabbed the file Liam had left me. If the movie was meant to show me examples, the file had to be the explanation. I flipped through the pages, scanning line after line until the words jumped out, black and merciless against white paper. “Case study: Erectile Dysfunction linked to suppressed accidental trauma triggers.” I swallowed. The next page was worse. “Treatment recommendation: patient requires a master figure to awaken dormant sexual response”. I swallowed as I read. It's not as though I wasn't expecting something this bad. “It involves guided dominance, controlled exercises, and exploration of BDSM methods. The patient must obey the partner f

He looked at her, expecting to see some kind of reaction… apart from sucking in a sharp breath, there was nothing else He continued. “I love control in the bedroom,” he said slowly, choosing his words carefully. “I like it when my woman is right on the edge…when she screams for help, wanting me to stop and screams for more because the mix of pleasure and pain causes her confusion” he explained, looking directly at her again for any sign of disgust or discomfort. There was none. Her expression stayed steady, and quietly attentive. He exhaled and went on. “Gia… you know Gia” he said, pausing for a response.

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro

He slammed into me from behind, one hand on my hip, the other tangled in my hair. “You like being used like this?” he grunted. “Yes,” I sobbed. “Yes, sir, please, don’t stop, argghh” He slapped my ass hard, then rubbed it gently. “Dirty girl.” His cock hit deep, over and over, until I was right there again. “Come for me, Emma,” he growled in my ear. “Soak my cock with your juices.” And I did. The orgasm ripped through me, intense and wild and endless. My vision blurred, my thighs shook, and my scream was muffled by the sheets.

We use it for bondage now. MAD GHOSTS OF LuST 295 He fucked me harder and harder. The pain biting my nipples soared, leveled out and soared again whenever he knocked or twisted the clamps. He dug his fingers into my blood-suffused flesh. Colors bloomed behind my eyelids and when I was there, the colors were my world. Flickering clutches of coming pulled me into myself and flung me out. Inside and outside, all at the same time. Ecstasy escapes description; it’s like trying to package steam.

He stood between her thighs, his eyes locked on hers, a mix of hunger and dominance in his gaze. With a swift, aggressive movement, he positioned himself at her entrance, his lengthy dick pressing against her wetness. "Please, Daddy," Bianca moaned, her voice a breathy whisper. "Fuck me and tpear my pussy apart." Dr. Kendrick didn't hesitate, he entered her, filling her wet pussy completely. Bianca screamed, her back arching off the table as he hit that spot deep inside her that made her see stars. "Oh god, yes! Please, ohhh my pussy tear it Daddy, don't have mercy on me!"