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I almost blacked out when I saw her message. I had heard stories about the seedy underbelly of businesses like this: smut videos, softcore porn sold quietly under the table. But could my own wife really be doing something like that? I wrote: [So if I join your club, you'll show me even more? But what is "more"? Show me. I'll join if it satisfies me.] "Oh no, that's not very nice! You have to pay to see them. That's only fair, Daddy! I promise you won't regret the membership fee once you see what I have," she purred in a sultry voice note.

she murmured, the vibrator returning to my clit, turned to maximum, making me squirm. Her fingers explored, fisting my cunt with four, stretching me wide, while the butt plug pulsed in my ass. “Take it all,” she whispered, her tongue joining, licking my clit, sucking hard. I moaned into the gag, cumming, pussy spasming, squirting over her hand. She removed the gag, kissing me deeply, tasting my submission, then unbound my ankles.

After some weeks, he sent a private message. My stomach flipped. I heard horror stories pf guys asking for weird, dangerous stuff. But I was desperate, so I wrote back, He explained what he wanted calmly. He had a fetish for… his own cum. Not in a gross way, he said. He just like the idea of a woman using it, playing with it, and appreciated it. He wanted to send me samples, fresh ones, tested and safe. So I can film myself using them. He said he would pay alot. Like huge funds.

He doesn't stop—oh fuck, he doesn't stop—curling deeper, his palm slapping against my clit with every savage plunge. The overstimulation burns, sweet and agonizing, building me right back up until my thighs are shaking, my shameless release running down my legs. I love it. I love it so much it breaks me open, tears rolling freely now because this is my fantasy come to life. The one I've poured into my secret werewolf smut stories under the name Alpha's Little Slut. Alphas who claim hard, wreck thoroughly, and leave their mates ruined and begging for more. But this is better. Realer. Azren's fingers are merciless, stretching me, owning me, his breath hot and ragged against my ear as he whispe

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

“Hi bestie, say hello to everyone” Jasmine is recording me with her phone and she lives on tik-tok. “You all meet the famous freak who writes real p**n” She threw a stack of paper at me, taking, scanning them on the floor, the chapters of my novels. Everybody knows now I'm a freak, I have been called several names but not a freak and I might have considered liking it in a different context if he hadn't come with humiliation. Who writes a smut novel about her step brother and ends up having a step brother who I don't mind going down on. I had started thT book even before Jaxon and I became family and he promised to keep it a secret.

He understands what being friendly is, but he couldn’t time a smile right to return the favor. Until he recorded all possible human expressions in his mind as much as he could, and could fake emotions better than the most human human. Human emotions are good. Better than rules. Rules doesn’t bend, but emotion? Emotion is the easiest to manipulate. Curving his lips into a smirk, Meph put a shade of tease in his eyes, just the perfect amount to push the rabbit a little more to the frantic side, but not enough to trigger any attack: “You mean the posters? Those are just paintings based on how people described me. It’s not my fault that your royal painter was not good at their job.”

Then his tongue dragged a long, slow stripe up the center of my shorts, pressing the wet cotton hard against my swollen clit. I cried out, back arching, fingers tangling in his hair. He did it again—slower, filthier—tongue flattening, circling, sucking my clit through the fabric until I was shaking. “Take them off,” I begged. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and yanked the shorts down my legs. My bare pussy was exposed—puffy, glistening, clit swollen and throbbing. Liam groaned, low and primal, then buried his face between my thighs.

I don’t know how I'm going to make it home before I blow my load, or even worse, before someone notices my hard-on! I decide to make a quick pit stop at the town library and use the combination of their public toilets and the free Wi-Fi to relieve myself. I quickly lock the only cubicle in the men’s bathroom and sit down, I put my earphones in and immediately go to my phone's videos where I store a large amount of p**n. I quickly click play on one of my favourite screaming videos and start to jerk my 8” cock. I’m already ready to blow my load and the screaming and hot ladies aren’t helping. Suddenly I imagine Mrs Sinclar jerking me and it’s all too much as I shoot stream after stream of cum