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“Yours! God, Sam, it’s yours!” He released her hair, his hands gripping her hips, holding her in place as he pistoned into her. The room filled with the sound of their collision, wet and savage. “Tell me you loved it,” he demanded, his rhythm becoming erratic. “Tell me you loved being their free-use whore.” “I loved it!” she sobbed, the confession torn from her. “I loved every fucking second! I’m your whore! Your gangbang slut!”

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

The man moved his fingers fast, slamming them into my wet heat, then he leaned forward and captured one of my nipples in his mouth, his warm tongue gliding over it. "Fuck, make some room for me," the other lady said as she dropped to her knees in front of us. Inching closer, she latched onto my swollen clit, licking at it like it was the best thing she'd ever had. My body shuddered slightly and I could feel my climax approaching. Right on cue, the man increased his pace, slamming his fingers into my wet cunt and rubbing my spot over and over again while the lady sucking on my clit held my legs further apart for him to finger me harder. She licked and sucked on my clit harder.

He must be feeling the same because his hands knead harder, his kisses get more feverish, and I can feel his hardness start to poke against my ass. First Guy captures my lips in his again, threading his fingers in my hair. His kiss is heated and urgent, turning me on faster than anyone has ever done. I’m the only one naked while both are still dressed. I can feel my wetness increasing, and my body starts aching for some relief. The air gets hotter, and I can feel his cock poking my lower belly. I’m sandwiched between cocks, and the thought alone makes me almost come.

There was an odd swear word in it but it seemed right for the context'. 'Did it turn you on?' I asked simply. Julia now flushed bright red and did not answer. 'Your face tells me that it did. I'm glad, which is what it's supposed to do. Did it offend you?' 'No. How could a lovely story like that offend me?' she asked in return. 'What better definition of erotic writing do you want. Something that is not offensive but is a turn on both mentally and physically' 'Do you think that that story is true?'

“Every time you looked at me… I got wet thinking about fucking my patient.” Ethan groaned, thrusting harder. “You’re so fucking hot, Rebecca. I jerk off thinking about you every night.” The risk made everything more intense , the unlocked door, the possibility of a janitor walking by, the complete breach of ethics. Rebecca pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. “Make me cum,” she demanded. Ethan reached between her legs and rubbed her clit while continuing to fuck her deep and steady. Rebecca came hard, crying out as her pussy clenched rhythmically around his cock, juices coating him. The contractions nearly pushed him over the edge.

the soft noises of his mouth, my helpless whimpers, the low groans vibrating against me. My fingers curled against the desk, nails scraping wood as pleasure coiled tighter in my belly. “You taste like every dirty fantasy I’ve had since September,” he murmured against me. “Sweet. Filthy. Mine.” He sucked my clit hard, then eased two thick fingers inside, curling them against the spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids. “Oh God...Dade...” “That’s it,” he encouraged, pumping slowly while his tongue worked. “Let me hear you. No one else is here. No one else gets to know how loud you get when your professor does this.”

Well there was only two weeks left to enjoy her and I was doing that as much as I could. Not that I didn't actually enjoy the class itself as I had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what I was writing was dirty stories, or as the web sites called it; erotica. I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews.

Jake called out, his voice sounding muffled right against my wet skin, before he went right back to sucking me fast and hard. "Cool, hurry up you guys, break's almost over," the coworker said, his footsteps moving away until the door shut tight. The moment we were alone, I lost all control. The fear of getting caught mixed with the crazy pleasure pushed me right over the edge. "Fuck, Jake, I'm gonna cum—ahh!" I groaned loudly, bucking my hips as my release exploded right into his mouth. "Mmm, fuck yes, give it all to me, Jay," Jake hummed dirty, sucking hard through my release and swallowing every single drop until my knees went weak.

She had never felt so powerless, and she had never been so aroused. Finally, when Anna thought she might actually die from the anticipation, Cora's mouth replaced her hand. Her tongue was hot and firm, a stark contrast to the memory of the ice. She licked Anna's clit with slow, deliberate strokes, her fingers sliding inside her, curling to hit that perfect spot.