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“Do you wanna hear more fucked up ones where you—you both tease me? Where I bend you over my bike and breed you? Or the one where I find you in the woods and take you?” His voice had a dark edge to it when he whispered the last fantasy, making my dick press against the zipper. I looked at Anna, her pupils dilated as I leaned closer and added to Caleb’s fantasy, “Imagine being scared and alone at night in the woods. No one but us running after you with the promise to fuck you and breed you if you’re caught, and you can do nothing but take it like a good girl. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, angel?” Anna peered at me through her lashes, her neck bobbing as she swallowed. “I…”

is such a cruel, cruel feeling that could ultimately eat your soul alive and leave you wanting for more. She smiled softly at Ellyse, slowly lifting her hand to wipe the tears in her eyes. “That’s good,” She whispered. “I will do everything to have you two married in an instant. Victoria will be happy. You’ll have him for as long as you want. You don’t even have to worry about Agatha, alright?” “Just make sure to keep him wrapped around your fingertips,” Eliana licked her lips, a cunning smile stretching across her lips. “And tell him you’re pregnant, will you?”

Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews. Most of his stories were about older women with guys his age and Miss Linda had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of his female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as his favorite teacher. Yes Miss Linda had been the nasty little cougar in his mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, he had even joined her writing discussion group. While the other half dozen students sat and discussed their stories and other

I check the inbox again and there it is already opened. Subject: Hot—For Your Eyes Only. I don’t need to guess. Gabby warned me that something was coming. I glance around the office to make sure I’m alone before clicking it. Images load onto the screen. All of Damian and Sophia. Kissing. Touching. All over each other. Gabby told me it was staged, and she told me Damian was drugged but I can’t stop the aching thought that hits me like a punch to the chest: That should be me in his arms.

“I make bold promises because I have bold intentions. Now's your turn. Start by telling me what those fantasies are.” My heart stutters, “What?”

Each smack sent sharp sparks straight to my clit. I couldn’t see them. Couldn’t hear much. Just the dull thuds of impact and my own muffled gasps. Hands roamed next; rough palms squeezing my tits, pinching nipples until they throbbed. Someone poured ice cold water over my belly; it ran down my slit and made me shiver violently. Seconds later hot wax dripped onto my clamped nipples. The contrast yanked a loud whimper out of me. “Bad girl,” I heard faintly through the plugs. Rafe’s voice, thick with amusement. “Trying to safeword already? We haven’t even started the real fun.”

I slipped my hand inside my panties and touched myself directly, gasping at how wet and slippery I had become. I imagined him pushing me gently against his desk, lifting my skirt, and sliding his hand between my legs. In my fantasy, his fingers were veiny and muscular as they explored me, rubbing my clit and then pushing slowly inside me. “Oh…” I whispered, my hips rocking against my own hand. I pushed one finger inside myself, then two, pumping them slowly while my thumb continued rubbing my clit. The fantasy became more vivid. I saw Mr. Blackwood unbuckling his belt, pulling out his thick cock, and rubbing the head against my virgin entrance.

"What did I say about being quiet?" She whimpered against his palm, the dominance in his voice only turning her on more. He pounded into her relentlessly, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. The bookshelf rattled behind her, books continuing to fall as they moved together in desperate, primal rhythm. "Touch yourself," Adrian commanded, removing his hand from her mouth. "I want to feel you come around me." Mara slid her hand between them, her fingers finding her clit. The added stimulation combined with the feeling of him filling her so completely was overwhelming. She felt the orgasm approaching again, faster and more intense than the first.

He pumped once, twice, his thumb circling my clit with maddening precision. “More coffee, Mom?”. Randy asked in a perfectly casual voice but he didn't stop as his fingers were working me under the table while his thumb pressed harder and faster. “No, thank you, sweetheart”. My mother said and then turned back to her husband, and launched into a story about their honeymoon plans. My thighs trembled and a moan built in my throat, but I coughed to cover it. Randy's fingers curled inside me, hitting every sensitive wall. I was about to come and I would do it right there, at the breakfast table, while my mother discussed travel itineraries.

she added. She wiped her tears and turned the doorknob to open it. "I want you Swara," he said and she glanced back at him. ''I want you … in my bed. I want to touch you, kiss you and explore you. Just once. Fulfill my need and then you are free to go anywhere," Sanskar said softly.