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“My after-class project. My desperate little slut who traded her dignity for a letter on a page.” His words were filth, and they poured over her like hot oil, searing her shame and transforming it into fuel. Her climax built with terrifying speed, coiling from the very brutality of his fucking. She was sobbing, pleading, begging for it, for him, for the oblivion he offered. “Please…” “Come for me, Elara,” he commanded, his own control fraying, his thrusts becoming wild, uncoordinated. “Come on your professor’s desk. Show me you accept your terms.”

Well there was only two weeks left for Sam to enjoy her and he was doing that as much as he could. Not that he didn't actually enjoy the class itself as he had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what he was writing was dirty naughty stories, or as most web sites called it; erotic stories. Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews.

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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.

Norma wrapped her legs around Jade’s waist, moaning, “Oh god, don’t stop, fuck me harder, please.” Jade leaned down, biting her neck, whispering in her ear, “You’re mine tonight. Say it.” Norma screamed it, begged for more, begged to be fucked like a slut. Jade flipped her onto her hands and knees, ramming into her from behind, spanking her ass until it stung. Norma was crying out, her body shuddering with orgasm after orgasm. When Jade finally pulled out, she grabbed the vibrator Norma had left on the nightstand, pressing it against her clit until Norma was shaking, sobbing, squirting onto the sheets.

The ones with a pair of red lips barely touching the head of a stiff cock or a woman pushed down onto a plush bed by a man taking her from behind. Often, she had fantasies developed around these pictures, ones she typed down for her blog - ones she brought with her to bed late at night. She looked at a picture of a tall strong man holding a limp and naked girl in his burly arms, his face hidden by the shadow as he held his prize before him. Claimed by him. Inspired, Ella put the book aside and rummaged around some more in the box. At the very bottom her fingers brushed by something firm and long-just what she was looking for.

The risk made me cum twice before he filled me again, his cum running down my thighs when I finally climbed off. Hotel nights were even better. He booked one under a fake name mid week, telling his wife it was for grading papers. The moment the door closed, he was on me. He ate my pussy for what felt like hours, making me squirt all over his face and the expensive sheets. Then he fucked me in every position, missionary with my legs over his shoulders, doggy while pulling my hair, even against the window overlooking the city. “You’re ruining me, Emma,” he said as he pounded me from behind, his balls slapping my clit. “I’m obsessed. I check my phone constantly hoping it’s you. I get hard in th

The brunette kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring mine, while the redhead lifted my dress, her fingers tracing my thighs, slipping under my panties to rub my clit. “Oh fuck,” I moaned, legs parting, and the muscular woman joined, sucking my nipple through the fabric, her hands squeezing my breast. The blonde produced a sleek vibrator from a nearby table, turning it on low and pressing it against my clit, the hum sending jolts through me. The redhead’s fingers entered me, two at first, stretching my wet cunt, while the brunette kissed my neck, whispering, “Cum for us.” I rocked against the toy, the sensations overwhelming, and came hard, pussy clenching, juices coating their hands as I crie

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