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"Don't be embarrassed, sweetheart. It's just biology." I left the room, my entire body humming with adrenaline and lust. That was my phase two. Trying to normalise it. Making sure to imply that it was our shared secrets. I wouldn't want any backing out. That afternoon, I came home early. I went straight to his laptop. This time, I didn't just look at history. I opened the Literotica website to a specific story *"Auntie's Obedience School"* and left the browser open on his screen. Then I went to my room, changed into a casual sun dress, and waited.

He poured oil lightly at the back of her knees, trailing the fragrant essence down to her heel then the soles of her feet. Bobby then lifted one foot then took each toe gently, rubbing the aromatherapy essence in and around each one. Gina secretly shivered in delight at the stimulation. It felt very erotic. For the first time in all these years of going to massage parlors, she felt that each of her toes were directly connected to her clit. Each time Booby circled and pressed his on her digits, Gina felt her tiny nub twitch until the heat allowed some juice to peep through her pussy lips.

He slowly led the way to the big couch, his eyes going from my boobs to the red g-string I had on. "I know you always get lost in those books of yours, don't think I haven't seen the kind of things you read.." he paused, my cheeks flushed as he made me sit on the couch. He got down on one knee in front of me, his hand still around my waist. "And I know your little head has cooked up fantasies.. fantasies of what you want to experience, of what what you want me to do to you." He paused and lowered his head to my drenched panties, taking a long, seductive whiff.

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

He continued, voice dropping lower. “An erotic novel. Quite explicit. The heroine was bent over her boss’s desk, skirt around her waist, getting fucked hard while he called her a dirty little slut.” My cheeks burned bright red. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. I had been reading during my short break, thinking no one would return. I opened my mouth to apologize, but no words came out. Adrian stood up slowly and walked around the desk like a predator. He stopped right in front of me, towering over my seated form.

I cried out, my fingers tangling in his dark hair. He pushed me back onto the cot, his body covering mine. The weight of him, the heat, was everything I’d dreamed of. His hands were everywhere—kneading my breasts, sliding down my ribs, over my hips. He hooked his fingers into the waist of my simple cotton underwear and tore them down my legs. The sound of the fabric ripping was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. Then his hand was there. Between my legs. On my pussy. A big, rough-skinned palm cupping me, his middle finger sliding through the wetness I couldn’t control.

She would worry about Jessica’s fury later if she were to find out. Their breathing became heavier as they approached climax, and the sounds of flesh slapping, punctuated by moans and groans, echoed in the tiny room. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, turning her on even more. Fireworks exploded in her as she hit her climax, her body shaking and her walls gripping him tight as she came. With one final thrust, his legs shook as he spilled his seed inside her, her inner walls convulsing as she milked him dry.

Robin was in my mouth, going deeper and holding my hair. "Take it deeper," Robin ordered. "I want to feel the back of that throat. Good girl, just like that." I came a second time with Hillian’s fingers inside me and Robin’s cock stretching my lips. "Fuck yes, cum again," Hillian told me. "Squeeze my fingers. Let us feel how hard you’re going." Robin pulled out of my mouth and reached for something on the nightstand. A small black vibrator. He turned it on and waved it at me.

“If it isn’t little Lia the nerd. Come to watch the show?” “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, clutching her books tighter. Her nipples hardened against her bra. “I didn’t mean to—” “But you’re not leaving.” He turned fully toward her now, cock still in hand, bold and unashamed. A bead of precum glistened at the slit. “You like what you see, don’t you?” Lia’s mouth went dry. Her pussy throbbed. She had touched herself hundreds of times thinking of him, but this was real.

I bit my lip hard, but a loud moan still escaped. My hips rolled against his hand despite myself, chasing the pleasure I didn’t want to crave. Tears of frustration and overwhelming sensation pricked my eyes. “I hate this,” I gasped, even as my inner walls clenched greedily around his fingers. “I hate you. I hate how you make me feel…” “But you love how it feels, don’t you?” He twisted his fingers, scissoring them, stretching me open. “Tell me how much you’ve thought about this. How many times you’ve touched this soaked pussy thinking about me ruining you.”