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My voice was shaky as I spoke. I saw her smiling before she finally spoke, I black eyes were shining with something I couldn't quite name. No… the opposite of what I was wanting to hear from her… your writing was loving and powerful. I love your story because I love erotic stories myself and I'd like to talk more about it with you. “So are you free this weekend Come to my place Sunday at eight.” I felt my heartbeat increase is it the test that I don't want her to give me that she wants to give me in her house? Or is it something else? I asked myself.

Breath ragged on my lips, stubble rasping cheek as he crashed down—mouth devouring mine brutal. Lips crushed, tongue invading thick and demanding—tasting coffee bitterness, sweat-salt, pure male dominance. I moaned into it, hands fisting his tank, nails raking abs. He growled approval, deepening—tongue fucking my mouth sloppy, saliva trailing chin. Free hand ripped my halter down—tits spilling free, bouncing heavy. Palmed one rough, fingers digging pale flesh, pinching nipple vicious till I arched squeal.

"Your wife becoming your sex slave, do you expect this to become permanent or is this a temporary thing?" "I doubt it will become permanent. She likes to read erotic books and I offered to allow her to experience the things she reads about in her books for three weeks to see if the reality was similar to her imagination." "What kinds of books?" "Reverse harem, women captured and sold as slaves, that kind of thing." "She's aroused by these?" "Yes, it's why I've offered her the experience."

Pre-cum glistened like mercury in the moonlight. “Open.” She did. He guided himself past her lips, slow at first, letting her adjust to the chill of his flesh, the velvet hardness. Then deeper. Her throat relaxed under that silver stare; she took him to the root, nose brushing coarse dark hair that smelled of old books and iron. “Good girl,” he purred. “Now suck.” She hollowed her cheeks, tongue swirling, hands braced on powerful thighs. He groaned, low, reverent, fingers threading into her hair. Then he tilted her head back, exposing the long column of her throat.

I was showered with offers for dates, but none of them gave me that tingle in my pussy that Eric next door did. I went to a seedy bookshop in the "wrong" part of town and bought a couple of erotic novels. I chose ones that were about husbands having affairs with younger women. As I read them in bed late at night I let my fingers play with my tits and my pussy and I brought myself to my very first orgasm. It was a wonderful discovery, but nothing like what the books described. I knew I needed a cock for that and the only cock I wanted sat between Eric Conner's legs.

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

Miranda cries out as my thumb sweeps over her clit and my other hand reaches up to her neck to apply just enough pressure to restrict the air flow and send intensified sensations to her core. “Open your eyes, Miranda. I want you to look at me as you fall apart.” She opens her eyes at my command, and I can see her free fall over the edge, screaming my name as she comes undone. She looks uninhibited and wild as her muscles quake. “Beautiful.” I can’t help but appreciate the way she looks under me. My cock is rock hard now, ready for its turn for some action. I bring my hand up to my mouth, licking her arousal from my fingers.

I quickened my pace, bouncing on him as his hands slid under the shirt, up to my waist, then my chest. "Fuck," he hissed. "You don't know what you're doing to me." "I think I do," I breathed, leaning down to kiss him. "And I'm just getting started." He kissed me back, rough and hungry, his hips bucking up to meet mine, matching every thrust with a deeper one. The bed creaked beneath us. The steam in the room was thick—desperate, dirty, dangerous. Fuck And all I could think about was how good it felt to break every rule I swore I wouldn't. To ride him like I belonged to him.