Gynarchy Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

The man was naked, wrists chained behind his back, cock jiggling with every step towards her, and muscles still twitching from the fight he’d lost earlier that night. He’d been a cocky hunter, stupid enough to break into the mansion thinking he could kill a vampire. Now he was just meat. “On your knees, faggot,” Varyn snarled. Marcus hit the cold marble hard. Varyn was already hard, his pale cock thick and heavily veined, the head smeared with fresh blood from where he’d just bitten Elara’s inner thigh. The witch’s blood ran down his shaft in thin red streaks.

Paul pulled out a black bag and smoothly put the politician into it in a practiced manner. “Because you’re the handsome one.” Jenny, the only female in the group, a tall dark-haired young woman had gone straight for the laptop in the room the moment they entered. She was just as quick in hacking and transferring all the funds of the corrupt politician. Usually, they were not to touch anything aside their targets unless they were ordered to do so. Jenny nodded to Anderson just about the same time Paul.

Twenty-five minutes. Thirty. The other guests are shifting restlessly, watching with hungry eyes, stroking themselves to stay hard for their turns. Derek has recovered already, his cock fully erect as he watches James work. "Please – ” I’m crying now. ”I can’t take anymore – please – " “Tell me you want my cum.” "I want your cum – " “Tell me you want me to breed you.” "I want you to breed me – please – " “Tell your husband you want another man’s baby inside you.”

she demanded voice muffled against my folds. I sucked harder, fingers pumping and she exploded first, pulsing around my tongue. The sound of her crying out sent me over the edge too as we shook together waves crashing through both bodies at once. Afterward, we lay tangled in sweat and slickness. Her fingers traced lazy patterns on my hip. For a moment it felt perfect. Then she spoke against my neck. “The mirror only lets one of us cross each cycle. I could stay here in your life. You could step through and live where there is only pleasure no guilt no rules.”

three times in two weeks. Rachel, twenty-eight, who'd brought her husband for "erectile dysfunction therapy" and now came alone twice a week. Elena, twenty-five, whose boyfriend couldn't make her squirt....but Dr. Stone could, and now she was addicted to the sensation. They all knew why they were there. All knew what happened behind that closed office door. All knew they couldn't stop coming back. One by one, they were called in. One by one, they were thoroughly fucked.

For the past Five years, i had only slept with one man. The idea of stripping down for another terrified me. I was far from a virgin when I met Nathan, but I had never thought about anyone else since then. Who would want me, anyway? I wasn’t the Greek goddess that Nathan fell in love with…young, fine, and tight. I was having gray hairs now, my tits were a little saggy and well my stomach that needed shapewear to look decent in anything. Not to mention, my pussy didn’t get wet without the help of lube most of the time. I’d be a hassle to anyone looking to be pleased sexually.

I could feel his tension pouring off him in waves. I felt the heartbeat pounding through his palm where it met mine. That throb of nervous energy. The way his breath caught whenever we passed an open door. The Red Rooms spilled moans into the hallway, full view of a woman gagging around cock with tears running down her cheeks and mascara smudged like war paint. Blue Room—one woman restrained, a man drawing teasing circles on his thighs with a riding crop. Every doorway was a story. Every glance was permission or a dare. And Ryden was seeing all of it.

Eighteen years old and already knew she loved huge cocks like my own. I'd make sure she knew what the stretch felt like till she begged for mercy. I missed having a pussy snap around my huge cock. Her mum's cunt was already tired and barely as tight as I loved it. I'd woken up some mornings this past month with my cock so hard it was unreasonable. Lying there in the dark while her mother slept beside me. Thinking about that satin nightwear and those thighs and her big breasts. Today, my precum started dripping before Garnet even knew she was making it happen.

He had no idea our business was registered. “No, Giana. I did that to her.” More tears followed. “Did what?” “Giana…” I breathed in sharply. She placed a comforting hand on my shoulder, giving me space. “I used to be a whore, Giana. I slept with men for money. Contracts. As long as they paid, I laid with them.” I looked up at her with tear-soaked eyes. But she wasn’t judging me. She didn’t even look surprised. “Everyone has a story, Maya,” she said gently.

"Oh, that's going to feel so nice in a sec." Ariana turned back to me, whispering in my ear. "I hope Scarlett's being careful with those boys. She's not on the pill or anything.” I choked on my own saliva. Coughed so hard I felt it in my guts. I tried to pull my breath back, but it burned. "She's not?" I managed to gasp out. "She's got the same clotting thing I do," Ariana said, "Neither of us can take the pill. And she had a bad experience with an IUD a few years ago."