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The woman sitting here was something new: Damien Voss’s eager, submissive slut, ready to embrace every dark desire he had awakened in me. The future stretched ahead, no longer professional and controlled, but wild, dangerous, and utterly thrilling. And I couldn’t wait to begin it.

"Oh god, you feel so good. So fucking good." He reached around, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing and circling, pushing me closer to the edge. I could feel my orgasm building, my body trembling with the effort of holding back. "Come for me, Emma," Damien commanded, his voice a low growl. "Come all over my cock." I keened, my body convulsing as I rode the wave of pleasure, my orgasm crashing over me in a rush of sensation. Damien continued to fuck me, his movements unrelenting, drawing out my pleasure until I was a trembling, boneless mess on the desk.

The stranger filled her pussy and left. I gave her a short drink of water and let her catch her breath for five minutes. Then I climbed on and fucked her slow and deep. She was sloppy now, full of other men’s cum. The wet sounds were loud. I added my own load and made her push everything out again for the viewers. The hours dragged on. Stranger number three brought a vibrator. He held it on her clit while he fucked her. Chrissy screamed through another orgasm, body jerking. Cum leaked everywhere.

I could only sob and nod, too overwhelmed to speak. The catsuit woman produced a small bullet vibrator. She pressed it directly against my clit while the red bra woman continued devouring my holes. My eyes rolled to the back of my head I was right there right on the edge when Lila’s voice echoed “Do not cum slut. If you come without permission I’ll let every woman in this club line up and whip your cunt raw.” I cried in frustration as the vibrator was pulled away at the last second, leaving my pussy empty The strap-on woman rubbed the fat head of her dildo up and down my slit, teasing my entrance but never pushing inside.

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.

“Although the erotic scenes are beautifully written, the plot is hella boring.” Theo let out a deep chuckle, leaning back on the couch. “Finally, someone that gets it. I mean, it has so much potential to be a blast, right?” “Exactly,” Nico continued to flip through the book. “Sex is cool and all but it’s boring when it happens without any plot. You know what I mean?” Theo scoffed. “You mean like these p**n videos that just get into the whole thing without any prior action.” Nico watched him quietly, the corners of his lips tilted up in a small smile. “You sound like you know your game.”

“Spread your legs and arms wide.” Her pussy clenched at the command, another trickle of arousal sliding down her ass. She obeyed, lying back on the cool sheets. The scent of fresh linen mixed with her own musky need. Dean moved with predatory grace, securing her wrists first, then her ankles. The silk was soft but unyielding, spreading her open completely. Cool air kissed her dripping folds, her swollen clit exposed and aching. She was completely at his mercy, and the realization made her pussy throb harder, juices pooling beneath her on the sheets.

As soon as I entered the club, I was taken aback by the displays I saw around. Naked Girls in just red, shiny panties were parading around in heels, while some were whining on the polls or grinding themselves down on the men that gathered, as a Christmas song played in the background. No one gave a fuck about their nudity, and I noticed that in the center, a girl was on her knees, giving a blow job to a guy dressed in red clothes, a Christmas cap on his head. He was thrusting aggressively into her mouth and I caught a sight of his hardened dick and gulped down the saliva that gathered in my mouth, knowing that I wanted my mouth to be fucked too.

My hatred of The nonsense Concept-of-Women's-Happiness-bullshit sister Elise taught me once, two years ago. I remember she said, "--at the end, a woman's ultimate happiness was to fulfill her destiny. To do so, thou shalt be modest but charming, full of smiles, calm in her nature, smooth in her speech, forgiving, loyal and devoted to thy husband, never rejects the will of thy husband and thy attitude towards his wives has no prejudice; sincere and full of understanding--,"

Her walls fluttered wildly, drawing a deep groan from my chest as I fought to hold back my own cum. The competition between the three women grew fiercer as the afternoon faded into a warm evening glow. They took turns riding my cock in every position imaginable, each determined to outdo the others in making me cum the hardest. Lila rode me reverse cowgirl again, her ass cheeks jiggling with every slow, powerful bounce while Victoria and Elena sucked on her nipples and fingered her clit. Elena switched to doggy style, bending over the lounge so I could thrust into her from behind with deep, rough strokes while Lila sat in front of her, letting Elena lick her pussy.