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NB: This story contains mature themes of erotic sex and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. Enjoy. >>>> I love pornography. I regularly d******d videos and pictures from the Internet and love reading erotic stories. I am particularly drawn to pictures of black women with their chocolate brown skin, nearly black nipples and velvety pubic hair. I am a white male in my thirties and have never been with a black woman. I've been married for about ten years and my wife and I enjoy an adventurous sex life. She gets turned on watching x-rated movies and reading erotica as much as I do, but doesn't understand my fascination with dark skinned women.

“Come here, you little beast.” He stepped back, clearing his desk with a sweep of his hand. Papers and pens scattered. “Spread that pretty little pussy open for me.” I climbed onto the desk, laying back like a good slut, legs wide, glistening, and soaked for him. He stared for a beat. Hungry. Unreadable. Then he bent down between my thighs. His tongue licked a slow, deliberate line from the base of my pussy up to my swollen clit, and then he sucked, hard.

Well, I can't fuck myself, someone has to do the fucking" I replied. He chuckled. I returned to his cock, sucking like a slut in heat. I made sexual sounds to excite him; years of watching p**n and reading erotic stories had taught me that men love hearing erotic moans from women, even if they are just for effect, not because my pussy is actually getting stimulated. The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days.

“That is my good little witch. Already addicted to demonic seed. Your mortal body is changing. Soon you will beg to be taken to my realm. To be my eternal breeding whore.” He fucked me through three more shattering orgasms, filling me again and again until cum poured out of me in glowing rivers every time he thrust. My thighs were soaked. My ass leaked from the tentacle play. My mind floated in a sea of corrupt pleasure. When he finally lowered me to the floor, I collapsed in a trembling, cum-soaked heap. My belly looked slightly swollen. My pussy pulsed visibly, still leaking his glowing essence. The taste of him lingered on my tongue. The scent of sex and demonic musk clung to my skin.

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.

But I wasn't as close to her as I was to Maya. I made my way toward my reading table and lowered myself onto the chair. I sighed, pressing a hand to my face before opening my laptop. Once I logged into one of the online novel-reading apps where I published my erotica books, notifications began to beep. They were comments from my readers. Over a hundred of them, which I had expected because I hadn't uploaded anything in the past three days since everything started. I began reading them one after the other. Christine_Atelier: When will you upload the next chapter, author? I'm dying to know if Aurora would actually beg for Damien's cock or if she would keep proving stubborn.

Derick, who had no idea what I have just done. I touched my lips, then my neck, then lower—just once, through my skirt—and felt her breath catch. I grabbed my bag, got out of the car, and walked toward the apartment. I walked into the apartment still feeling Mr. Grant’s cum leak out of me with every step. Derick was on the couch in a t-shirt and sweatpants, scrolling on his phone. He looked up and smiled. “Hey, baby. Long day?” “Yeah.” I went straight to the shower, but I didn’t wash between my legs. I left his cum inside me on purpose. When I came out in just a towel, Derick was already hard. He pulled me onto the bed and kissed me like he always did—soft, familiar, safe.

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?

His finger lightly brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. Then his hand grazed my waist for a second so light it was barely there, but enough to make my breath catch. "Continue," he said, right in my ear. His voice was low and rough. "Read the part about edging her, tell me exactly what you feel between your legs when you say it." I kept on reading, my voice breathless. "I would edge her for hours, making her drip down her thigh while she reads my dirty words back to me. Her tight little cunt will clench around nothing, begging for my thick cock to stretch her wide."

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