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"Your wife becoming your sex slave, do you expect this to become permanent or is this a temporary thing?" "I doubt it will become permanent. She likes to read erotic books and I offered to allow her to experience the things she reads about in her books for three weeks to see if the reality was similar to her imagination." "What kinds of books?" "Reverse harem, women captured and sold as slaves, that kind of thing." "She's aroused by these?" "Yes, it's why I've offered her the experience."

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I didn't find their house anyway so the point was moot. I spent the weekend reading lesbian BDSM stories and watching lesbian BDSM videos trying to figure out what I would really enjoy. After my experience with Tiffany and Heather I lost focus on guys. My masturbation fantasies were definitely taking a darker turn so I also ordered some new toys online. I bought two new dildos with suction cup bases, a pair of handcuffs, a riding crop (no cane at least not yet) and a Hitachi wand and belt. I felt a little weird about ordering through A****n because I didn't want the items showing up on my list of products, so I made a fake g***l account. That was good for watching videos and reading stories

I winked and stepped back. My clothes fell off my body one piece at a time until nothing remained. His eyes dragged over every inch of skin as though he could devour me by sight alone. I sat on the edge of the table and spread my stance right in front of him and slid my middle finger between my already slick vulva, pushing it deep then dragging it out so he could watch the stretch and the shine. “You want this pussy so bad?” “Yes, Mommy, feed your cunt to me.” I worked myself harder circling the swollen bud with my thumb while the fingers pumped, giving him a great show. His cock lengthened and thickened under the open air, his hips tilted upward on their accord as pure want flooded his face

“Not even close, baby. I'm gonna fill you up until you're dripping with my cum.” THE END. PLEASE WATCH OUT FOR BOOK 2 — HOTTER AND EVEN BETTER!

TRIGGER WARNING!! This book contains explicit, non-consensual sexual content, revenge rape, intense humiliation, degradation, forced orgasm, bully-victim power reversal, and other extreme dark themes. It is written for readers who actively seek out this type of taboo erotica. If any of those things will upset or harm you, please close the book now. No part of this story should ever be replicated in real life.

He was on his knees, degrading himself for this woman, and he had never been more turned on in his life. He slid a finger inside her, then another, curling them upward to find the rough, sensitive spot he had read about in books. She cried out, her back arching, her hips bucking against his face. “Fuck, yes,” she gasped. “Don’t you dare stop.”

The stress of life and everything that comes with it suddenly released in a torrent of tears. When it was over, she felt refreshed but ready to sleep. It was an odd feeling for sure. One that she didn't want to dwell on at the moment. Her mind was confused, and she was too tired now to deal. Sarah, more confused than she was last night, but no less aroused, went to her bedroom and stripped off her clothes. She pulled her laptop out and started reading erotica to get herself off. She was aroused by the events of the past two nights and needed release. She searched for erotic stories of family sex, incest, brother/sister, mother/daughter sex. She knew that this wasn't normal, but hey, it's on

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

She gasped, hips jerking forward. "Rowan-" He opposed her softly. "Shh... listen." Instead, she heard the wet slick-sound as he rubbed her through silk. One finger. Then two. Claire clamped her free hand to her mouth. No one would hear her-but she would. His thumb brushed her clit with rich, deliberate strokes. Each press made her knees tremble worse. He pressed a fingertip deeper. "You're so fucking wet," he murmured. "Is this what that book did to you?"