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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.

Hi everyone 🥰🥰 Mha Nitta here, how's our weekend going? After the next two chapters I'll be releasing an erotica experience of a friend who is in a talking stage with me. He has a weird fetish for short black skirts 😂. I found it so hilarious though. Forget the fact that we're friends 😂😂 It's weird.

“Do not move.” He then began to arrange me. He positioned my arms, bent at the elbows, my hands cupping my exposed breasts. He tilted my head back, exposing the long line of my throat. He spread my legs, leaving my slick, bare pussy open and vulnerable. I was a statue, a tableau of pure eroticism.

But they didn't care, they didn't stop. "Now, it's time for some real fun," Ava said, her voice filled with satisfaction. "It's time for us to play with you, to use you for our pleasure." She walked over to the table, picking up a strap-on dildo. She walked behind me, pressing the head of the dildo against my asshole. I cried out, my body shaking in pain as she forced the dildo inside me. "Relax, Jason," she said, her voice filled with malice. "This is going to be good for you. You're going to love this."

This form of degradation feels so fucking good it makes me want to cry, I feel like I didn’t deserve to be this aroused. “This is where you belong…..” Darius affirmed as he dug his feet into my face, “under my feet.” He continued and I whimpered, wriggling under his feet with the inability to breathe. “Look at your slutty cunt, dripping with your juice and my cum like a pathetic fucktoy,” his deep voice threatened to push me over the edge and I felt the mixture of my juice and his sperm seep out of my cunt. “You don’t deserve our cocks but we gave it to you anyways because you’re nothing but a filthy hole that begs to be used.”

she said as my ass finally set her free. “If Derek and Betty would like to go first”. They got out from behind their desk and approached me. They were the older couple that I had placed in last place the week before. They placed their hands on my naked body and began to explore. Fuck it felt good, I closed my eyes giving myself in to the moment. I felt fours hands massage and caress me. They moved quickly over my skin up and down my legs, over my back and bottom. Two hands gently brushed my breasts and tenderly pinched my nipples. A hand slipped down my body to my cunt. It brushed over my neat pubic hair before a finger slowly slipped inside. I let out a small gasp of appreciation. I opened

The permission undid me. He pressed the vibrator hard against my clit, a final, decisive push. The climax broke over me, not a gentle wave but a violent, shuddering crash. My whole body convulsed. My vision blurred. A sharp, choked cry tore from my lips as the pleasure erupted from my core, radiating out to my fingertips, my toes. I shook, helpless, as the intense spasms clenched deep inside my untouched pussy, a virgin’s orgasm made obscene by his watching eyes.

He expected nothing to be held back and I worked hard to insure nothing was. I was faithful to his rules, the hardest of which was not to masturbate without his permission. Sex with my husband was almost non-existent so self gratification was the only sexual outlet I had. My new found lifestyle had stirred many erotic emotions within me and I longed for that release. I could ask for his permission by e-mail, but this meant waiting for his response. With no way to call him, my only other recourse would be to wait for him to contact me. Normally, he would allow me this sexual release, so long as I would later describe it to him in detail.

My eyes stayed locked on his, the act feeling deliciously degrading. Mr. Voss smiled, cold and predatory. “This is only the beginning, Lila. Tomorrow night you’ll stay late again. Make sure to wear something easier to remove and leave the panties at home.” He stepped back, adjusting the obvious bulge in his trousers. “You may go. But remember that those photos are saved in multiple places. Disobey me, and everyone in this building will see exactly what kind of whore you really are.” I pulled my skirt down with shaky hands, my legs still unsteady. As I walked toward the door, his cum — no, my own wetness, continued to trickle down my inner thighs.