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It was too close, too tied to my father's property. On the afternoon of our meeting, I pulled out my phone and sent her a quick text message, changing the location to a luxury hotel suite downtown, sending her the address and room number instead. She replied almost instantly. Change of plans? I like a man who knows how to keep things discreet. Later that afternoon, while buried in high-stress executive meetings at the office, my phone buzzed on the glass desk again. It was a short text message from another unsaved number. Are you sure you truly want me there tonight?

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.

Then, she declared self-righteously, "Adrian, I admit that I failed to think this through, but I'm only doing this for your sake! If I hadn't discovered this truth, this bitch would've deceived you today! "Who knows how many male actors she's worked with on these porn videos? With such decrepit morals, who's to say she doesn't have some sort of STD or something?" Adrian's expression turned stony as he looked at me. "Sarah is my younger sister, and she's never lied about anything since she was young. Besides that, she has no grudge against you, so why would she create these false claims for no reason? "If it really is you in those videos, just admit to it. I won't pursue the matter further si

Jake made me lie on my back with my legs up and pushed two fingers into my pussy, fucking their mixed loads back inside me. “Keep it in there,” he ordered. “We want it to take.” I was shaking. My body was exhausted. But I was also more turned on than I had ever been in my life. They stayed for hours after that. They made me clean their cocks with my mouth. They fucked my ass again while my pussy leaked cum. They took turns pissing on my tits and in my mouth while I knelt in the shower. They recorded videos of me begging them to breed me.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

“Not if you’re going to let me fuck you.” “Do you have a condom?” “Several,” he responds, then hisses out another stream of curses as I nearly swallow his cock. “Holy shit,” he grunts.

The shame hit right after orgasm but the money in my account overshadowed any guilt I felt at that moment. I streamed three more times that week. Each one grew and by the fourth night, I had low lights and my favorite toy slick with lube on the nightstand and Regular47 was there every time, tipping bigger and typing what I craved to hear. “Spread wider for me, Velvet. Let me see that pretty cunt drip.” And I obeyed, knees falling onto the sheets and the camera angled so they could watch my finger glide through my folds. I was soaked, and the wet sounds filled the quiet room. My clit throbbed under my thumb while I pushed two fingers inside curling them to my satisfaction.

WARNING! THIS IS A NON-CONSENSUAL STORY. PLEASE BE WARNED. IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT AVOID THIS PARTICULAR STORY. As I mentioned, I write based on the prompts readers give if it's not too extreme. This doesn't mean the author supports this in real life. Note: There are limits I won't cross when writing these collections, so when you request a certain story, don't cross a certain line. I won't write it. CHAPTER 1 The bar smelled like spilt beer and old cigarettes. A few people were scattered around the tables. It was late August, and most of the town was at the county fair.

Mike smirked, flipping us suddenly—now he was on top, pinning me down, his weight crushing me into the mattress. He spread my legs wide, hooking them over his shoulders, and drove in balls-deep. The angle hit my G-spot dead-on, making me arch and claw his back. Cum leaked out around his pistoning cock, soaking the sheets, and the wet smacks filled the room. Dad's footsteps paused outside. I could picture him, hand on the knob, brow furrowed. If he opened it now... god, the exposure, the shame mixed with heat, it pushed me closer to the edge.