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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.

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

For a moment, there was only the sound of heavy breathing, the smell of sex thick in the air. Then Sasha, still trembling, slid down beside Abegail. Her face was flushed, triumphant. She kissed Abegail’s sweaty forehead. “You see, bestie? This is what freedom feels like.” Kael collapsed back onto the booth, his chest heaving. Leo slowly withdrew from Abegail’s pussy, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips.

Except her. So out it came. The story of Peter and me. The story of a capable successful woman acting like a sex-enslaved bimbo over a man who was divine in bed but a selfish, ten-timing monster everywhere else ... Once I’d started, I couldn't stop. Amongst the sobs and hiccups, I blurted out things I’d never told anybody. How if Peter smiled that filmstar smile of his 1 was putty. How he’d make me beg for more of his perfect Joy of Sex fucking. How he’d make me climax in a way so expert I half expected a judge to pop up and give marks for technical merit. And how afterwards — while my body still sizzled — I'd wish I hadn't been so ‘easy’...

My pussy clenched around nothing, a fresh stream of wetness leaking out as my legs shook violently against the bed. "I'm going to ask you again," He whispered staring at his juice covered palm. "Did you go through my stuff?" “I… I looked through your stuff. I saw the toys and the pictures.” I whimpered my voice cracking. Sameal nodded slowly, a dark smile tugging at his lips. “Good girl for telling the truth. Now touch yourself. Show me how you were playing with that greedy little cunt.” My hand trembled as I reached down and slowly I started circling my clit with two fingers. I was slow at first but my pace began to increase.

Ava The room smelled like sex — sweat, cum, and my own juices soaked into the sheets. My body was still twitching from the last orgasm, legs weak and trembling, but the four men surrounding me looked far from finished. Their eyes were dark, chests heaving, cocks still hard and glistening with a mix of my wetness and their previous loads. “Round two, our sweet whore,” Kai growled, grabbing my ankles and yanking my legs wide open again. “We’re not stopping until you can’t even speak.”

He held his glistening fingers to her lips, and Rissa, completely lost to the haze of the night, leaned forward and licked them clean, her eyes never leaving his. But the ache wasn't gone; it had only sharpened. She reached out, grabbing his hand again, and guided his fingers back to her soaking hole. She began to ride his hand, pushing herself down onto his fingers while Ronan started finger fucking her with a speed that stole the air from her lungs. "Please... Ronan..." she whimpered, her head tossing from side to side. She was losing control, her moans becoming loud and uninhibited in the quiet suite. Every thrust of his hand sent another jolt through her until she was squirting again, he

I melted into the kiss, tasting the wine and the passion and the promise of many more nights exactly like this one. Best drunk sex of my life.

The revealing dress had done it, my boobs jiggling free under the top, nipples poking through fabric, making his cock strain against his shorts. He grabbed my hand under the blanket, guiding it to his zipper, hard, thick bulge throbbing. "Force of the dress, baby. Suck your best friend's brother's cock now, anytime means here." Heart hammered, risk electric, Mia inches away. But lust won; I nodded, slipping off the couch casual like grabbing a drink. "Thirsty," I lied to Mia, who waved absent. Kitchen dark, connected open to the living room. Jax followed seconds later, "Me too," casual. Door half-shut for shadow, but voices carried. He backed me to the counter fast, unzipping, cock springing