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In his fantasy, Lena was riding him reverse cowgirl, her thick ass bouncing, her pussy swallowing his cock over and over. “Fuck me harder, baby… breed your stepmom… fill me until it overflows… I want your baby inside me…” Alex’s breathing turned ragged. He was getting dangerously close. “I want to flip her over and fuck her in missionary so I can look into her eyes while I breed her. I want to hear her whisper ‘I’m yours now, Alex… your dirty stepmom whore…’ while I pump her full.” He edged himself, slowing down just enough to prolong the fantasy, then stroked faster again.

Well sexual or nonsexual at the end of the day I was still kidnapped and strapped here against my will. My face paled as I thought about it more. Me acting like a toddler. My face morphed from an angry glare into a disgusting expression. I had to stop this at all costs. "Well, that doesn't make it any better and do not think I'm ignorant. I know what it means and I also know that with that kind of relationships consent is very important and right now nothing of that is happening here between us. I will not partake in your sick fantasy. I don't like it so get me out of here!" I was angry, no furious. First, they kidnap me, then they restrain me and to top it all they will force a kind of life

Little by little, I got used to the scene, finding it funny how much the woman pretended to be drugged, but at the same time reacting to everything and even smiling for malice. I pushed my covers away and started walking my hands around my body. In the absence of Pablo, I would have to manage on my own. I was a pervert, I knew that. Much more than perverted. But what could I do after having experienced a fetish with that man and being even more in need of something like that?

“Good girl. Keep going. Tell me your dirtiest fantasy.” “I see you bending me over the altar,” I gasped, sliding two fingers deep inside myself, pumping steadily. “Your cassock pushed up, that thick priest cock slamming into me while the candles burn. I want you to fuck me raw in God’s house until I can’t walk straight.” “Fuck…” he hissed. “Pull your tits out. Show them to me.” I quickly unbuttoned my blouse with my free hand, yanking my red lace bra down. My heavy breasts spilled out, nipples tight and aching. I pinched one hard, rolling it between my fingers as I fucked myself faster.

But even my early morning feelings of guilt could not cloud the emotions that were raised in me by my night- time fantasies, which, as you will read, were hardly 'mainstream'! One of my first fantasies was where I was taken prisoner by a tribe of beautiful Amazons. They dragged me to their camp and stripped me naked before tying me spread-eagled between four stakes. They tormented me by whipping my exposed body; my chest, my legs and of course my cock and balls. And as they whipped me my cock grew harder and ached to be released.

My nipples tightened into hard peaks just from the imagined weight of his gaze. He approached with deliberate steps, fully clothed while I lay exposed. His fingers traced feather-light paths along my inner thighs, stopping just short of where I needed him most. The suspense made my pussy throb visibly, slick arousal coating my smooth, shaved lips. I spread my legs wider in reality, mirroring the fantasy, cool air kissing my heated center.

“Meeting the eyes of a handsome stranger in a bar full of people, he crosses the room, grabs me by the hand, and pulls me into the restroom. Before I can blink, we’re making out, hot and heavy. His hands are all over me, under my shirt, down my jeans. Circling my nipples, then pinching just hard enough to make me gasp, and slipping a thick finger into my soaking pussy at the same time. I can’t even see him, but I can feel his thick, fat cock rubbing all over my ass, teasing between my cheeks, before he finally thrusts deep inside me and starts to fuck me, hard and fast. . .” I swallow hard. I can feel my panties soaked already and I’m only on the first damn question. Shit. I am not even this

So good at sweeping her woman off her feet at the slightest touch in the right places. Even his piercing stares can send you into the afterlife if you're not careful. Don't get me wrong. I don't mean it literally. What I meant was An afterlife where your sexual fantasies are fulfilled to the very letter. He's a man of his game. And she has no intention of taking part in his senseless games. Cross was a man who rarely looked anything less than absolutely gorgeous on any day of his life.

"You were built for this. Made to get railed hard while you watch other women take what you want. Isn't that right? Tell me." "Yes!" I sob, the pleasure tearing through me, erasing every thought, every shred of dignity. "Yes, what?" He grips my hair, pulling my head back. "Yes, I'm your greedy bitch! I was made for your cock!" The fantasy is so vivid I can almost feel the stretch of him, the heat of his skin on mine. My fingers are pumping in and out of my cunt furiously, my hips bucking against my own hand. I'm chasing it, that dizzying peak, right here in the hallway, watching my boss-

“All right. I’ll tell you something about myself, then you can tell me about one of your fantasies. Do we have a deal?” “How about I ask you about the things I want to know, then I tell you one of my fantasies?” “Clever girl. Always ask for specifics.” I nodded my thanks. “Deal. But I start first. What’s one of your fantasies, Wren?” Biting my bottom lip, I stared him straight in the face when I said, “Voyeurism. I like to watch other people fuck.” He chuckled darkly, his cock jerking against my foot, where he still held it in his lap. “You’d love my club then. I can already see you dressed in lingerie, watching as another woman is pleasured by a man.”