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The sudden stretch in my ass combined with his cock still buried in my cunt made my whole body jerk forward against the glass, my heavy tits smashing harder into the mirror as he started fucking both my holes at once, his finger pumping in and out in time with his cock slamming my pussy. The double pressure built fast and intensely, my asshole squeezing tight around his finger while my cunt gushed and clenched around his thick shaft, the obscene wet sounds of his finger plunging into my ass and his cock destroying my pussy filling the elevator completely. Sweat dripped from his chin onto my shoulder, mixing with mine as our bodies slapped together sticky and loud, the smell of raw sex thick

but like I said, it’s a craze. Yet there I was, looking absolutely nothing like a lady. Why don’t we have mirrors in bathroom stalls, that way I wouldn’t have to guess how disheveled I look. Even the thought of it seemed to fuel my sex craze. My pace picked up, so much that I could feel my legs shaking from the effect. “Yessssss…yessss ... .please” I panted out loud, as I felt myself getting closer. And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl.

‎ ‎"You could do all that? You could be so f*****g sexy in bed, and yet I had to tame myself for you? I had to lie and regulate the way I f*ck you? Do you know the amount of times I wanted to take you up against the wall?" ‎ ‎He closed his eyes to breathe in, and it looked like it wasn't working. "Do you have any idea how much I have wanted to f'uck you in the bathroom and on the stairs? Do you know how many nights I went to bed beside you, watching you sleep and all I could think about was tying you up, and having my way with you? And yet look at you, being gagged and f****d to f*****g oblivion, writhing and begging for more, while I had to hold myself back."

I reached for a third piece of paper and thought about what my very last sexual fantasy might be. I want two men at once. I want to ride a big cock while another cock is riding my anus. I threw the pen on the table and jumped out of the chair. Tears of embarranusment streamed down my face, but I was so hot, so turned on, that I lay down on my living room floor and fingered myself into three orgasms before I was calm enough to sleep.

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

Her moans filled the room, mixed with the wet sounds of our bodies. “Harder, Zaddy,” she begged, pushing her ass back against me, her pussy squeezing me tight. My hands gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her skin, leaving red marks. I leaned forward, my chest against her back, and reached around to grab her breasts, pinching her nipples until she whimpered. My cock slid in and out, slick with her wetness, and I felt another orgasm building, my balls tightening again. The pizza box was still on the table, the smell of it mixing with the stench of sex and sweat in the air.

The fluid was everywhere, mixing with the sweat and the cream that had already gathered between our joined bodies. He didn't let me stop. He stood up with me still impaled on him, his strength terrifying as he carried my twitching, over-sensitive body over to the bed. He didn't even break the connection, his cock staying buried deep inside my pussy as he walked across the rug, the wet friction of our movement making a squelching sound that filled the silence. He threw me back onto the mattress and hovered over me, his eyes dark with a finishing hunger. He grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head, and began to fuck me with a raw, relentless drive.

They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

She screamed when she had the chance to go near me. I acted shocked, then laughed. “Oh yes, I am. If you want to find further details, go ask your boyfriend how his hard cock satisfied this pussy of a whore. That might help you to pleasure him more so he wouldn’t need to look for a new pussy to fill in with his cock.” Then I walked away. Our forbidden sex continued for the rest of the trip. There were times when we’d do it in the bathroom, on the outside, in the darkest area of the island, and more.