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I had my gown off before the videos even started. The theme of the day, based on the first few videos, seemed to be role play scenarios. There was a scene with a female prison guard screwing an inmate through the bars of his cell, a scene with a nurse fucking a patient, and then one with a Japanese teacher taking advantage of a couple of her students. All of them were pretty sexy, so I just let them roll.

The e-mail showed that Selena was Googling pornographic websites - specifically sites which catalogued and stored sex stories. As he checked the screenshots and the text which was being typed into the search bar, he found that she was looking for stories which dealt with S&M, dominance and submission, bondage and humiliation. The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later.

“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.”

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But first, I had to make it to Sunday morning. Being so used to have sex once or twice a day, every day, my cock resented the lack of action. I tried to ignore it. Like it was so easy. I’d almost made it when I found myself lost in yet another prison dream involving Big Ellie. It was late night, after lights off. I was locked up in a solitary confinement cell, standing face against the door, hands up handcuffed to the doorframe above my head, pants halfway down my buttocks, my hard cock hanging out the slot in the door they used to bring you food or handcuff you before letting you out.

He filled me again, staying inside long after. Afterward we sat on the floor, catching our breath. He pulled me into his lap. “This started as stress relief,” he said quietly. “But it’s becoming more. You make me feel things I stopped feeling years ago.” I traced his jaw. “I feel it too. The danger makes it exciting, but it’s you I keep coming back for.” The affair continued to escalate. We had sex in the parking garage at 3 a.m., in the records room during lunch, even once in the chapel when it was empty. Each time the passion grew stronger and the risk higher.

The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier I am completely addicted to my stepfather now just as he is addicted to my body. Body and soul, I belong to him. Even when my mother is home cooking or talking to us, even when Junior is playing nearby, I am thinking about Mike’s cock. I am his filthy little secret. His young cum slut. His forbidden stepdaughter and I want it to always remain that way… I never want this dark, raw, offensive pleasure to stop

I spat, trying to erase the smug satisfaction in his tone. I heard the sound of a zipper, the crinkle of foil, and then—before I could fully process it—he was inside me, filling me in a way that left me breathless. Oh, he carries a condom around? ...Well, I'd think about it later. His hands stayed planted on the wall beside me, caging me in without a single touch. I heard the sound of a zipper, the crinkle of foil, and then—before I could fully process it—he was inside me, filling me in a way that left me breathless.

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The last door I would go to was the gray door. When I opened the door, a smirk flashed on my lips. I kept thinking about how I could kill him. Will they be shot in the head like they did to my mother or will they be chained and tortured before being killed like they did to my sister? Exciting. I can not wait. "Do you need anything else?" Cyril asked when I got out. "I need to report what you got to headquarters so I can give you the sizes later," he added. "No more," I said and handed him the ones I got.