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"An older man fucking you like you're his property. Tell me the truth, Lia." "Yes! Yes, Julian! Harder, please, fuck me harder!" I sobbed, completely losing my mind from the pleasure. He gripped my waist with both of his huge hands, lifting my body slightly with every single downward plunge, driving his dick so deep I could feel it hitting the very top of my womb. The forbidden nature of it, the raw age gap, the way he completely controlled every inch of my body pushed me straight over the edge. My tight walls clamped down on his long dick like a vice, contracting wildly over and over again as a massive, uncontrollable squirt burst out of me, drenching his thighs and his stomach.

Be honest, what’s the worst, filthiest thing you’ve ever done for money? I’ll give you a minute to think about that. Think very closely… Great, now I’ll tell you what mine is… sex. Filthy dirty sex where I was used like a whore and worse; it wasn’t even by a man. It was a woman. A powerful, rich woman who turned out to be exactly the kind of dirty fantasy my body had been craving for years.

I couldn’t breathe. I kept turning pages with shaking hands. Fantasy #8: After Class Empty classroom. Me calling her to the desk. Telling her I had been fighting this for months. Then bending her over the podium, yanking her panties down, spreading her with my thumbs, and sliding into her from behind while she gripped the edge and moaned my name. Fucking her raw, one hand fisted in her hair, the other rubbing her clit until she squirted on my cock. Fantasy #9: Office Hours

"Such a dirty little fake. You wanted this so bad, didn't you, Jay?" "Fuck, yes, Jake, please," I whined in my sleep, my body arching off the mattress as he teased my sensitive skin with a vibrating wand until I was crying out his name. "Take it," he whispered softly, driving a thick dildo deep into my core and spanking my ass with a loud clack until I was writhing against the sheets. "Ah, ah, fuck," I gasped in the dream. And the worst part was that I loved every single second of it. I snapped awake, gasping for air, my heart hammering against my ribs.

Tell me your darkest fantasies. "What! I'm not admitting to shit." "Come on, tell me," he urged, laughing. Axton's laughter was one of the most beautiful I'd ever heard because it was light and a sharp contrast to his baritone voice. "Okay, let me tell you mine," he continued. "When I was a young, horny bastard, my biggest fantasy was getting a massage from three-breasted women and they only massaged me with their boobs." I doubled over and whizzed with laughter, falling off the bed. Axton cackled and lifted me, wrapping himself around me.

He palmed one roughly, pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers until I cried out into his mouth. He broke the kiss to trail his lips down my neck, sucking hard at the sensitive skin just below my ear, no doubt leaving dark hickeys that would mark me as his for days. “Tell me more,” he demanded, voice husky against my throat. “Tell me every dirty fantasy you’ve had about me. I want to hear how you moaned my name alone in your room while you fucked yourself with your fingers, pretending they were mine.”

I ordered pizza for us and as they gamed, I fired up the laptop in my bedroom, curious to read the stories he'd been stroking to yesterday. As I read story after story, I was shocked both at the content of the stories and by what these stories were doing to me. My pussy was on fire, and my left hand slowly pleasured myself as I read each incestuous story. Some of the stories had dominant sons seducing their mothers, while others had powerful daughters dominating their mothers, while still others were more intimate and egalitarian in the sexual relationships between sons and mothers. I'd never even remotely considered my children in a sexual way, but yesterday's events of my son's masturbatio

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content, including graphic depictions of sexual acts, erotic dreams, BDSM elements (such as bondage, spanking benches, and non-consensual fantasy scenarios), group sex implications, detailed nudity and arousal, mind control/influence themes, and age-gap attraction involving a teenager(18) and adults. You know what to do. CHAPTER ONE

It took almost three hours of typing and his encouragement until I had fully unloaded my crappy life onto his shoulders. As he started to tell me more about himself, I found that he was a 55-year-old man who lived about five hundred miles away from me and had led a not dissimilar life. He had been married and divorced twice, and his current wife was not sexual at all. He had been using the chat room as an outlet for his sexual frustrations for two years now and occasionally wrote erotic stories for an online site. All his stories were about his fantasies of having sex with another man, although he claimed he had only tried it twice—neither time was all that satisfying. I asked him to direct

Jennifer slept well, relaxed from her back-to-back orgasms, but was up before the sun searching father-daughter incest fantasies on her computer. She was shocked to discover how many sites were devoted to the topic. It's at least fairly common, she decided, if not completely healthy to fantasize about having sex with your daughter. Most of the sites were either crude pictures of teenage girls having sex with middle-aged men or erotic sex stories about incest. Several sites appeared to be academic discussions of incest, but ended up being the same crude pictures and poorly edited stories. She finally concluded that it wasn't a unique fantasy and that, unless acted upon, it was ultimately harm