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“Hold them. Don’t move.” I pressed my tits tight around him again feeling the hardness. He thrust upward three, four, five times--hard, urgent strokes, and then he came with a low, guttural groan, releasing thick ropes of hot cum shot up across my chest, splattering my soft tits, my collarbones, the underside of my chin Another pulse landed on my nipple and slowly dripped down the curve of my breast. He kept stroking himself through it, milking every drop onto me until my cleavage was a mess of white, sticky cum.

The moment the door clicked shut, Lila didn’t waste time with small talk. “I’ve been thinking about earlier all day,” she said, voice low. She sat on the edge of my bed, watching me. “Listening to him fuck you… hearing how wet you were… and then coming with that dildo while you two finished. It was so fucking hot, Maya. I’ve always thought you and Theo were hot together. Every time you told me stories about how he fucks you, I’d end up with my hand in my panties afterward. Sometimes my toy. Imagining it. Imagining *you*.” My pulse was already loud in my ears. I sat beside her, close enough that our knees touched.

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.

“You’ll be quiet like a good little stepdaughter, or I’ll gag that pretty mouth.” I whimpered softly as he led me up the creaky wooden stairs. Every step made my thighs slide together, slick with fresh arousal. His bedroom door clicked shut behind us. The massive four-poster bed dominated the room, and on it lay an array of new toys he must have unpacked earlier: thick leather cuffs, a black silk blindfold, a larger vibrating wand, a slim anal plug with a jeweled base, and a powerful bullet vibrator. “Strip,” he ordered.

The erotica sounds of her mouth filled the space under the water, mixing with my gasps and low moans behind me. Faith free hand slid up to my throat, tilting my head back so she could bite along my neck while her hips kept rolling. "That's my girl, let her taste how wet you are," she moaned, pressing two fingers back inside me from behind even as Stella tongue sucked my front. She then pushed two fingers alongside Faith's, both of them stretching me open together. Their fingers moved in rhythm, one curling up while the other thrust deeper, scissoring inside my clenching walls. My legs shook harder. Faith adjusted her stance, spreading me wider so Stella could comfortably bury her face comple

His lips remained on my ear, his breath caressing my skin like a gentle touch I could never get enough of. “Touch yourself,” he whispered. “Let me see you touch yourself.” I obeyed. My lips fell open as my thumb reached my clit. The sounds that came out of me were shameless. I was dripping, and these juices did exactly what they were supposed to. I pressed my palm against the whole of my pussy, rubbing the wetness on every spot I could find. Lucas pushed his leg in between mine, spreading it wide for me. His mouth was on my breast, his tongue teasing my nipple endlessly.

He pulled out of her and came our belly. Stacy hastily put her finger into her cunt and fingers herself and she came, shaking. We laid on the floor naked looking at each other. Stacy crawled to me, resting her head on shoulder, kissing my neck and fondling my tits. I moved down and kissed her, then I laid down to rest.

Sara stared at the bulge in his pants, remembering exactly how his cock had felt in her mouth, thick, hot, and pulsing. She bit her lip hard to stop a moan from escaping. Her body was on fire, sexually frustrated and desperate for relief. The lecture dragged on, every minute feeling like torture. She kept checking the clock, counting down the seconds until class ended so she could rush back to her dorm room and use her vibrator.

She was suddenly aware of how shabby her jeans and simple sweater looked in this opulent space. "It's okay. Call me Damon." He gestured to the leather sofa. Ara sat, clutching her bag like a shield. Damon remained standing, studying her. “I’ve read every book you’ve written,” he stated. “All twenty-three. Your imagination is… exceptional. Filthy. Creative. It's a shame you've landed in this current situation.” Hearing a stranger acknowledge her erotic work so bluntly made her stomach twist.

Lira’s hand tangles in my hair as she yanks my head down while the monstrous cock keeps growing, getting so big that I know I can’t possibly take all that length. The cock slaps heavy and hot against my cheek with a wet thwack. It’s huge—thicker than my wrist, veined like twisted ropes under velvet-smooth violet skin, the fat purple head already leaking a steady stream of precum that stretches in shiny strings from my skin to the slit, begging me to lick it off. The musky scent hits me hard, sweet and arousing, making my empty cunt clench around nothing. “Open that pretty whore mouth, Skyler.” Lira purrs, voice low and rough.