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Attend every night for the next thirty days—no exceptions—and we’ll deposit $3,000 into an untraceable account each week. No quotas. No scripts. Just show up. Be available. Let the platform use you. Discretion is non-negotiable. Accept by returning tomorrow wearing only black lace beneath your coat. We’ll know. My cunt clenched just reading it. Paid. To come here. To fuck. To be fucked. I should have felt dirty. Used. Instead I felt powerful. Chosen. I folded the note, tucked it between my breasts, and walked out with cum still drying on my inner thighs.

Nico sucked in his breath as Theo’s warm fingers closed around his cock, jerking the hard length roughly and rubbing his thumb against the crown. “One an editor,” Theo continued, leaning even closer so his breath fanned hot and heavy against Nico’s face, “the other a model.” “Retired,” Nico corrected in a ragged breath, his life half-closed and his eyes rolling backwards. Whatever Theo was doing to him with his hands was simply…sensational, the feel of his rough hands against his slimy length seizing his ability to think. “Wow, that’s a huge loophole in the plot. I didn’t know you were retired.”

But the second the last employee left or when they had even thirty seconds alone, the mask dropped completely and the real Adrian came out. The public risk started small but quickly became more dangerous and addictive. On Tuesday afternoon during a long department meeting, her phone buzzed silently. The text from Adrian was simple and commanding: “Go to the bathroom right now. Send me a picture of your clamped nipples and your wet, dripping pussy. Make it good.” Emma excused herself, heart hammering, and obeyed in the stall. She took several explicit photos and sent them to him, terrified someone would notice how flushed and distracted she looked when she returned to the meeting.

I held her vagina open with my fingers and I continued digging into her, her pussy trembling and releasing tiny pussy farts that were odorless and very fucking sexy. “Your pussy is very fucking-” I could not finish my sentence.

My muscles are taut as I try not to get my cock into her pussy like I want to. Layla rubs her tits against my face, moaning and shuddering as the orgasm crashes into her. Her pussy gushes against my thigh, her release all over me. Everything becomes quiet in that moment, till it’s just her breathing mingling with mine. Maybe this isn’t so bad. Maybe I could give in to this power that we’ve created, and it would be okay after. She wants me too. I could show her what big, bad Daddies do to their little girls. But a flash of lightning illuminates the pink in her hair.

I want User 677 inside me, pinning me down like a whore while he thrusts his hips like a monster. “Please, Sir…” I whimper. “Please, fuck me for real. Please.” He rams the dildo into me and pauses with it buried deep. I’m panting like crazy, sweat on my brow. “You need to remember the proposal, Holly. I’m not going to fuck your cunt, you horny little bitch. I’m going to fuck your ass.” Oh fuck, yes, the proposal. It’s already long gone from my mind. I’m tempted to say have my pussy for free, but it’s obvious User 677 has his own agenda. He continues with the toy fucking, twisting his fingers as he goes.

“No! Please! I was right there!” Elena laughed softly and slid two fingers inside me instead. She fucked me slow and deep, curling them against that spot that made me see stars, but still no release. “Tell me how much you loved watching your dad fuck me earlier,” she ordered. “Tell me how jealous you were while he filled Mommy’s pussy with his cum.” I shook my head, tears in my eyes, hips chasing her fingers. “I… I can’t… it’s wrong…” She stopped moving her fingers and turned the Rose back on, pressing it to my clit again on high. The suction was brutal now. My whole body jerked.

Ryder and Luca painted my back and breasts with hot ropes of cum. I collapsed onto the couch, a trembling, cum-drenched mess. My pussy throbbed, red and swollen, thighs sticky, lips puffy and sore. Every inch of me ached in the most delicious way. Zane stroked my hair almost gently, his voice low and satisfied. “Good girl, Scarlet. You took all of us so well.” I lay there panting, mind fuzzy with lingering pleasure and shock. What have we done? But as their hands soothed my skin and they pulled me into a warm, tangled pile of bodies, a dark, secret part of me knew I’d crave this forbidden trap again.

He stepped back, his voice filled with mockery. Azrael moved towards me and slowly slipped the massager inside my hole. I couldn't resist or shake, the strap held my body in place. The moment it turned on, my body seized and a loud guttural moan ripped through my throat. Drool slipped down from my lips as my head dropped. The massager vibrated on my prostate mercilessly, stopping every ten seconds before starting up again after a ten second pause, all while my prostate kept getting edged and denied.

Trigger warning: Stage Rape content. Please, if you're too sensitive to noncon-con, or it's not your fetish, I'd suggest you jump to the next story. This is brutally unapologetic. Much love from my end 💖 Theme: Rape fetish, magic, freeze and fuck, bestie fantasy, multiple orgasm, masturbation... AMAYA.