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Lena swallowed it eagerly, her addiction turning even the most degrading acts into pure pleasure. The dirty talk became nonstop. "This is your new life now, whore." "Every night you hear us gaming, you crawl over here on all fours." "We are going to turn your apartment into a free use glory hole." Lena came so many times her body started shaking uncontrollably. Her pussy was bright red and swollen. Cum poured out of her with every thrust. At one point they had three cocks in her pussy at the same time while two more tried to stretch her asshole. The intense stretching made her squirt violently across the room.

My heart is pounding with each step and when I open my bedroom door, the bedroom we planed to be our love nest when we got married, Fred was on fours on the bed, fucking a big breasted blondie, while a huge black woman, all dressed in leather, had a dildo up his anus. Stop this derailed train that I want to get down! Fred tries to cover himself in bed and the dominatrix complains with him, kicking his ass with her hight heel shoe. “What the fuck, man? You paid a lot for both, you didn’t say anything about fucking this girl, you either pay more or I’m out.” Fred sits on the bed and raises his hands to his head, as if he didn’t believe he was caught red handed, trying to explain the inexplicab

she’d brought up. We’d recently gone out for drinks to celebrate my promotion, and by the time we got home, we were both as horny as hell. We tore off each other’s clothes and tumbled onto the mattress. My cock was as hard as a rock as I slid into her, and feeling her pussy wrapped around my meat was like a fantastic dream. I was on top of her, while she held on to the sheets and readied herself for a good pussy-pounding. “Come on,” she groaned. “Fuck me, little man. Give me that cock.” Joan’s dominant side often comes out when we fuck. It’s always there, just under the surface, but something about sex really brings out the domme in her.

“More, Dom. Fuck me harder.” Dominique drops my right thigh on the bed as he brings his hand in between my legs. His thrust is slow, and with his thumb on my swollen clit, Dominique starts to rub small circles on my clit. “Oh, fuck,” I moan loudly, tears of pleasure streaming down the corners of my eyes as he increases the pace of his finger on my clit. “God, I’m going to cum.” “I want you to cum on my cock,” Dominique groans as he slides in and out of me in slow, treacherous motions as he continues to stroke my throbbing clit with his thumb.

"Such a greedy little slut, begging for my cock with every clench of that pussy." The day passes in a haze of pain and pleasure. Dominic uses me in every position imaginable…on my back, on my side, bent over the edge of the bed, even standing with my legs wrapped around his waist as he holds me against the wall. He comes inside me four times, his knot swelling and locking us together each time, forcing my body to accept his seed. Between rounds, he forces food and water into my mouth, his fingers sometimes lingering, making me clean them with my tongue.

He held her head still and thrust gently, then not so gently, fucking her face with a deep, possessive rhythm. She was being fucked in three holes at once. Marco’s brutal anal pounding. Ben’s deep throat-fucking. And now, another player—a defender with freckled shoulders—kneeled between her legs and pushed into her wet, used pussy from behind. The double penetration was seismic. She felt split open, stuffed beyond capacity. The freckled player gripped her waist, synchronizing his thrusts with Marco’s, so she was impaled forward and back in a relentless, staggering rhythm. Her world dissolved into pure, animal sensation—the slap of wet skin, the guttural curses of the men, the overwhelming fu

“She’s still so wet. This breeding cunt just keeps getting wetter.” They worked together perfectly. Dominic tortured my nipples — sucking, biting, pulling them until I was shaking — while Sasha finger-fucked me and licked my clit. I came again hard, soaking Sasha’s face while I screamed. But they didn’t stop. Dominic pulled me up and made me straddle him reverse cowgirl. He slid back into my cum-filled pussy and started bouncing me on his cock. Sasha stood in front of me and grabbed my hair, pulling my face into her pussy.

"Our sexuality belongs to our Dominant and when and where we have sex is up to them. Rhonda hasn't had sex since Tuesday, no matter how badly nor how much she wanted it. It's why she was so desperate to orgasm now. You will crave release from anyone. Despite Rhonda being a lesbian, she will beg to be fucked by my Master to get the sex she needs. Our Dominants see to it our needs are met for the most part, but if I'm not having a dozen orgasms a day, it's hard for me." "You have a dozen orgasms a day?" Shasta asked, astounded. "More most days," I replied. "The number is often up to my Master, but if permitted, I cum easily and often, even while being punished." "I call bullshit," Shasta said.

She reached down to the garter belt, slid a gloved finger into Fabienne’s groin and pushed the lace triangle covering her sex aside. Taking hold of Fabienne’s pubis she tugged at the dark fleece, claiming the tight little plum with a force that bordered on cruelty. Fabienne whimpered and almost cried out. Ah, how she loved this game, this sexual sparring, this exchange of energies. It was something she had neverbefore found with a woman. And with many men, the dominance was too crude, too pure.

"FUCK ME IN THE STORM! SHIFT MY WOMB, DOMINIC!" The wind picked up, blowing more rain onto us. Our bodies were slick with sweat and rainwater, making the sound of the sex even wetter. Squelch. Slap. Squelch. Dominic was a beast. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, forcing me to look at the dark sky while he hammered into me. "Tell me who owns this pussy!" he roared, his muscles bulging in the moonlight. "Tell me who owns you while the world sleeps!"