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All that was left was raw, overwhelming acceptance. This was wrong. Taboo. Completely fucked up. And I wanted it more than anything.

The voice is deep, and although refined, sounds dangerous. Then I hear another voice------ voices I mean. “She’s trembling.” “She’s ready.” “Slut already knows what she came for.” Slut. That words that's an insult to some makes my breath hitch, and my thighs clench together. I have never been normal, and although I'm ashamed of my needs and urges, that's exactly why I'm here; to do sick, degrading things that normal people will throw up at. Pain makes me quiver, humiliation makes me leak pussy juices down my legs and degrading words bring me pure, dirty pleasure.

I'm talking about the other four. A mocking laugh bubbled through my chest. Does she actually think I didn't feel her drooling over that wolf? Julie just fucking stop being delusional for once. Who would even want a hybrid rouge breed who has been battered and abused her whole life? Scars, raped and all bones? Who are you even kidding? Me or your existence? The harsh sentences left her quiet, afterall it was the reality. Thought so. So now would you help me or leave me among these abusive and domineering freaks?

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.

"And the taboo... the fact that you're my student... only makes it all more delicious." "Yes... yes..." Dirly panted, her hips arching, trembling, "...impossible to resist... I want more... I can't control myself..." He smiled, pulling her by the waist and positioning her on the counter again, sliding his hand inside her panties firmly, provoking, penetrating with his fingers, each touch bolder, each movement more intense. Dirly held the edge of the counter, trembling, arching her back, her moans turning into muffled cries of pleasure and guilt, the taboo making everything even more exciting.

Someone managed to click a picture of them kissing. "Fuckkkk". He cussed under breath. He looked for more and found someone blackmailing Zee to expose those pictures in return of some confidential information. That stated, it wasn’t only about money. ---- Tabby

“Cum for me, slut. Squeeze that ass around my dick while I fuck you like an alley whore.” Carla moaned loudly, the slap sending electric shocks of pleasure up her spine straight to her swollen clit. She shoved her fingers into her dripping cunt, masturbating furiously—three fingers pumping rhythmically into the soaked slit, feeling his cock through the thin wall separating her holes, like an improvised double penetration. Juices ran down her legs, pooling on the ground and mixing with the filth—pebbles, trash, and old piss now contaminated with their hot bodily fluids. “Fuck, I’m getting ass-fucked while I finger myself—this is dirty paradise,” she thought, circling her clit with her thumb,

My brother in law is drilling into my pussy while he friends are spilling their hot cum on me like a cum bucket This is my paradise How did I get myself into this? **************** My pussy is sopping wet after running out from the bathroom and going back to my husband. “Let's go home” I say, frantically packing my back, my face is burning hot from what I just saw, I am blushing from desire and not from shame. I never knew I had a thing for voyeurism, why am I so wet from it?.

He tasted like a sweet yet deadly wine. “Strip,” he ordered when he finally pulled back. “Everything. Kneel on the floor in front of the altar.” My hands moved on autopilot. Shirt, shoes, jeans, boxers ; all of it piled on the pew. The cold stone floor bit into my knees as I knelt naked in the middle of the church. My cock stood painfully hard, still sore from the edging sessions. Gabriel circled me slowly, fully dressed, drinking in every inch. “Look at you,” he murmured. “Naked and hard in God’s house. Cock dripping on the floor where people kneel to pray. Doesn’t that make you feel dirty, Noah?”

Faster. I twerked for them. Shameless. Desperate. My ass clapped, smacked, bounced like it was made for this. I could hear them breathing heavier. I could feel their eyes on me. I moaned loud, shook harder, reached between my legs and spread myself open while I kept moving. “You see that?” I gasped. “Still dripping for you. Still leaking. Still tight. Still begging.” “Oh fuck,” Luca muttered behind me. “She’s filthy.”