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“Please what? You have a task. To watch. To endure.” He resumed, but now he added a finger. A slick, insistent pressure at her entrance, while his tongue continued its work higher up. The dual sensation was maddening. He wasn’t even touching her clit, but she was climbing towards an orgasm built entirely on this taboo, this voyeuristic shame. Just as she felt the ridge approach, he stopped. Removed his mouth and finger completely. She cried out in frustration.

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.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

"I want to tie your legs together. You'd be open for me to do whatever I wanted. That is just one example. How adventurous are you? Do you trust me enough to do that? I want to put you in a swing, blindfold you, spank you a little. Not necessarily in that order or all at the same time. Tell me Ana, will you let me try all these things and more?" I stared into his dark eyes. He was very serious right now, but I saw desire swimming in his eyes. I did trust him. With my pleasure at least. I was still working on trusting him with my heart. I have been on Club Voyeurs website before. It explained a lot, and they even had a p*f d******d about interests. Things like spanking, as he mentioned. Diffe

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I screamed, hands scrabbling for purchase on the table, tears spilling instantly. He fucked me hard and without mercy, leash wrapped around his fist, pulling my head back so everyone could see my face. "Tell them," he growled in my ear. I was sobbing, coming already, body betraying me in front of everyone. "I’m his," I gasped. "I begged for this. I love it. I love him. Please don’t stop. Please let them see." He pounded deeper, hand reaching around to rub my clit until I came again, screaming his name, squirting onto the polished table while twenty people watched in stunned silence.

The men took their seats around me, looking every bit the professional executives. “Gentlemen,” Langford said smoothly, “and Miss Voss. Let’s see those projections.” I began presenting, voice shaky around the gag but somehow professional. Under the table, all hell broke loose. Zane dropped to his knees first, spreading my thighs wider and sucking my electro-padded clit into his mouth while Jax ramped the vibrations on the dildo. Damien and Rafe took turns tugging the nipple chains, making my tits ache deliciously. Julian filmed discreetly from the side, capturing every hidden twitch.

She swallowed every drop. Another afternoon, they fucked in the guest bathroom. Jasper bent her over the sink. He watched in the mirror as he thrust into her from behind. Her breasts swayed with each stroke. She bit her lip to stay quiet. They both came hard and fast. The risk stayed constant. His dad was often nearby. The thrill made Jasper harder than ever. Vivienne grew bolder too. She sent him secret texts with photos of her body. Jasper stroked himself in his room looking at them.

Heat dripped down my face but my body betrayed me as another wave of wetness coated my fingers. His voice was low and calm. “Miss Voss,” he said pushing off the table as he stepped close to me. “I see you’ve been enjoying my private collections.” He stopped right in front of me with his eyes deliberately lowered to where my fingers had been. “Naughty girl,” he murmured, his voice becoming dangerously lower. “Reading my book while you fuck yourself in my library. Do you think I wouldn’t notice?” I couldn’t speak, my mouth was dry but my pussy throbbed even harder under the vibrator.