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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.

“Good girl. Now tell me honestly, Sophie. When you’re drawing those dirty scenes with girls getting their tight little holes fucked deep and stretched wide, do you ever stop to touch yourself? Do you slide your fingers into that virgin cunt and rub your clit pretending it’s happening to you?” I squirmed on the rug, my face burning hot. Fresh wetness leaked into my panties. “Yes… I do it all the time,” I admitted, my voice shaky. “Sometimes I get so turned on that I can’t even finish the drawing. I pull my panties to the side and finger myself really fast while imagining an older man holding me down and using me. I’ve never told anyone that before, Julian. It feels so embarrassing saying it o

The room filled with the symphony of their use: the wet slap of skin, the guttural male grunts, the choked, desperate sounds she made around the cock in her mouth. “You like being our communal fleshlight, don’t you?” Sam’s voice came from beside her ear, calm and darkly amused. His smooth hand stroked her sweat-slicked side. “You love knowing any one of these guys can pump a load into any hole they want. That you’re just a set of free-use holes now.”

Why does the thought of me belonging to him turn me on so much? “You’re out of your mind if you really think that.” “How about this?” He lifts his head and locks eyes with me. “If I can make you cum in one minute, you’re mine.” I snort. “You’re good but you’re not that good.” “Do we have a deal? Yes or no?” “Yes,” I say with a smug smirk because I know there’s no way he’s getting me off in such short time. It’s never happened before.

I said slowly, vibrating to my core as his hands slid toward my clit while his fingers started fucking my entrance so well. “You’re fucking wet,” he added, kissing my abdomen slightly. He didn't stop; he kept finger-fucking my pussy while rubbing my clit hard. I couldn't control my moans. They got super loud, really loud, while my eyes kept rolling back. “Oh my God, you’re fucking sweet.” His smile got wider the more he rubbed my clit, and I couldn't control the tears that started to fall from my eyes. I started to mumble, “Hmm... uhm... fuck... Adrian.”

My lips were parted, my breathing ragged, my body still trembling from the intense orgasm…showing him without saying a single word just how much I had been dripping for him all this time. Harlan’s stormy gray eyes stayed fixed on me, dark and intense. His jaw tightened, and I watched his Adam’s apple bob slowly as he swallowed hard. For a moment he didn’t move, just stood there taking in the sight of me; flushed, dripping, and still on Blake’s cock. Then, without a single word he dropped a file on Blake's table, then he turned and left, closing the door quietly behind him. I stayed there, heart racing, a satisfied little smile tugging at my lips as Blake's cum continued to leak down my thigh

He kept stroking through the orgasm, milking himself dry, body shaking as the fantasy lingered. Panting, dizzy, and still floating in post-nut haze, Julian grabbed his phone with cum-smeared fingers. The best shots were ready. He quickly selected the full explicit album—dozens of obscene nudes—and meant to send them to his mentor, Mr. Harlan. His thumb slipped. Sent to Damien Voss. The realization hit him like ice water two seconds later.

“Look at this mess you made all over yourself, you dirty little cumslut. Open that mouth.” He pushed his cum-covered fingers between my lips and I licked them clean, sucking greedily on each digit and tasting my own salty load while my body kept twitching from the hands-free prostate orgasm. Liam continued breeding my wrecked hole raw and deep the whole time, his cock driving through my still-spasming walls.

“Aurora…I’m cumming!” Why the fuck was he screaming my name? But I hated the fact that those filthy noises he was making had made me wet my panties and my juices was dripping down my thighs. Not able to hold it in anymore, I slowly slid a finger into the waistband of my panties and my greedy pussy sucked it in with a low squelch. Stifling a moan, I pumped my fingers faster while watching as thick globs of cum shot out of Xavier’s dick, spreading out across nearby surfaces. He’d better clean up this mess himself. I thought to myself in annoyance.

My breasts bounced through my uniform blouse with each impact, my nipples hard and aching. “Look at you”, he muttered, his eyes locked onto my face that was contorted in pleasure, “...taking every inch like a fucking slut. You love this, don't you? You love being filled by my cock while we pretend to be a couple for school”. “Yes… yes… I love it”, I cried, my voice breaking. “I love feeling you stretch me, I love hearing you grunt… fuck… I'm gonna cum.. I'm gonna cum all over your dick”.