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Thank god. When I glanced back at the laptop again, I noticed that I could see the edge of a folder window behind the document. Clicking on it, I found myself staring at a large number of files. The folder was called "UNPUBLISHED WORKS". Quietly scrolling through the various files, I decided to pick another document randomly and see what it was like. Sure enough, it was another erotica story. After just a few paragraphs, I deduced that it was a story about a new intern being hired in at a company, and the owner's son entering into a "forbidden" fling with her. Unable to resist, I quickly scrolled through the pages, looking for another sex scene.

“Total consent. No limits beyond what we establish upfront. Everything filmed, documented, for my book. Anonymized, of course. Your face blurred, name changed. But the data is real. The reactions. The limits pushed.” She flipped through the pages. Medical waiver. Non-disclosure. Consent forms with checkboxes for every kink imaginable: edging, bondage, pain play, psychological domination, exhibitionism, orgasm denial. “I study taboo,” he continued. “The things people crave but fear. The line between desire and destruction. You’ll be my subject. Live-in. Available 24/7. Free to leave at any time, but the stipend prorates. Finish the semester, get the full amount. Enough to pay off your loans a

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

Or she might be scrupulously careful, not a hair in sight, and I’ll have to come up with another pretext to tie her up to that four-poster bed. Suddenly, I flash on an idea. What if I “make” Eva write down all her dirtiest fantasies as an assignment? An instant treasury of scripts for future games. I can hear her voice tremble as she reads—Then you bend me over your desk and lube my asshole with the ointment you keep tucked in the drawer for special “lessons”… I love fucking Eva in every hole, but nothing turns me on more than slipping deep inside her sweet, dirty mind.

Then I surprised myself again. I minimized PornHub and opened a G****e Doc where I began to document my orgasm. I rated it, I detailed what I was thinking about when I climaxed (Peta's amazing boobs) and even detailed my psychological reaction and time it took to achieve orgasm. By the time I finished that, my body had recovered enough to start another video. I had much the same reaction. I became aroused scrolling through the pictures of the large breasted pornstars until I found one that struck my fancy. This time it took three videos for me to climax, again not a huge cum, but still quite satisfying. Then I documented it in my journal. I stopped after number two and attempted to go to bed

I was naked now, skin flushed and damp with sweat, thighs slick with my own arousal. I spread my legs wide, feet propped on the desk edges, opening myself completely. The air kissed my exposed pussy, cool against the burning heat. I was so wet the lips parted on their own, revealing how swollen and pink I was, clit peeking out hard and shiny. A string of arousal stretched between my thighs as I shifted, breaking with a soft snap.

“Watch your Alpha taste your pleasure. See how he worships you.” Aethyra forced her eyes open, her gaze blurry with sensation. The sight of Xyrex, fierce and dominant, on his knees before her, his mouth working her into a frenzy, was the most potent aphrodisiac she could imagine. The dual sensations were overwhelming, the hot, wet suction of Xyrex’s mouth and the cool, deliberate pinching of her nipples by Zhilax. She was a instrument being played by two masters, and the music building inside her was a symphony of pure, undiluted ecstasy.

Let me see you. With trembling hands, I pushed the blanket down. I was still wearing the loose tank top and panties. Liam’s eyes darkened as he looked at me. Take the panties off too, he said. Spread your legs for me. I hesitated for a moment before obeying. I slid my panties down my legs and opened my thighs slowly. The cool air kissed my wet pussy. I felt completely exposed under his intense gaze. Good girl, he praised. Now touch yourself. Start slowly. Use two fingers on your clit and rub in small circles.

I had maybe three minutes before the next chart—Sarah Reed—was brought in, and I still hadn’t calmed down. I flipped open her file anyway. She was thirty-two, had been married for two years and the chief complaint written in shaky nurse handwriting: decreased libido, anorgasmia with partner, gets physically wet but “feels nothing.” Jesus Christ. I read it twice. My mouth went dry. A woman who's pussy gets wet just fine but can’t feel it? That was definitely not a hormone problem. That was a woman who’s never been touched right in her entire fucking life. The knock came soft.

Ria’s fingers pinched and rolled my nipples while she kissed and sucked on my neck, leaving little marks. I moaned loudly, my head falling back against Ria’s shoulder as her dad fucked me with slow, delibrate strokes. Every thrust pushed me back against Ria’s soft body. She reached down between us, her fingers finding my swollen clit and rubbing tight circles while her father’s cock stretched me open. “So tight for him,” Ria murmured, voice dripping with arousal. “Look at you creaming all over Daddy’s cock, Maya. Such a greedy little virgin.”