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Rolling my hips on Lucas while my hands worked Rocky and Damien in long slow strokes, one fist on each shaft. Feeling the weight and heat of all three men simultaneously while the living room that had smelled like game snacks two hours ago now smelled irreversibly like pure sex! The obscenity! Lucas's hands gripped my hips. His thumbs pressing into the flesh of my waist in a way that was going to leave marks and I allowed because truthfully I was barely now in control of my own body. "Faster!" Rocky moaned. Don't push me boy! I tightened my grip and slowed down intentionally and heard him make a sound of pure frustration that I enjoyed enormously.

She leaned in and licked a line of sweat from my collarbone, then bit down on my skin, sucking on it until a hickey formed. Tasha blew out the candle and set it aside, then dragged her fingers through the cooling wax, pressing it into my skin before peeling a strip away slowly. Tasha swung her leg back over mine and resumed the scissoring. Her pussy was even wetter now, sliding against mine with every movement of her hips. She reached between us again, spreading both our folds so our clits could rub directly against each other. The friction between our wet swollen cunts sent jolts straight through me. Belle's hand tightened on my throat again while she kissed me, her tongue pushing into my m

With trembling fingers, I opened his zip and pushed his trousers and brief down a little. His cock sprang free. It was long, very thick, and veiny. The head was dark and shining from precum. I gasped and took one step back. It was even bigger than I imagined Professor Hungs groaned and took an equal step towards me and made me wrap my hand around it. “That’s it babygirl. Feel how hard you make me” I snatched my hand back and held them against my chest “wait Prof. I don't think this is a good idea. I…"

' Cassian soon returned with a bag in hand. Uea stared at the bag as his eyes slowly regained their enthusiasm. He bit his lower lip, trying his best to suppress his excitement. But his heart was racing fast. This was what he'd been waiting for. The kinks of the old Mafia lord. The kinks that turned his readers against him. Uea couldn't wait to enjoy them all! Cassian opened the bag, revealing different kinds of sex toys. Their sizes vary, and there were even some with sharp ends.

I slurred. His groan was an answer. He came after me, pulling my skirt up. He pulled my panties down. “You asked for it.” He moaned, shifting me over his table. He shoved his dick into my pussy, ramming into me roughly. “Fuck,” I moaned, clenching my pussy wall to grip his prick more. His hand grabbed my hair, yanking me forward. I held his waist, shoveling him. “Wench!” Andrian growled, hitting me hard. “Tell me, will your husband hear of this sacrifice?” Ne demanding, stroking me slowly.

Horny Intern 10 The weekend after the gala dragged in a mix of bliss and that nagging jealousy. Saturday, Mr. Voss texted me to come over to his penthouse. I showed up in a short dress, no underwear, collar snug under a scarf. He fucked me on the kitchen counter—rough thrusts from behind, his hand around my throat over the engraving. "Mine," he growled with each slam, the piercing dragging inside me until I came twice, screaming. He filled me deep, cum dripping down my legs as he held me. We showered together after, his fingers gentle on my skin. But in bed that night, curled against his tattooed chest, I whispered, "Those other interns... did you collar them too?"

“I fucked myself with my fingers right there on the pool chair. I continued even though I knew you could see me… It made it better, I wanted you to see” He takes a single step forward, towering over me. One hand finds the countertop behind me, the other landing beside my hip. Trapping me. Caging me in. “Why are you telling me this?” His voice is a growl. “Because I wanted you to see.” My voice trembles, but I don’t step back. “I wanted you to want me.” His nostrils flare. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Harper.” “Am I?” I whisper, sliding myself onto the counter, skirt riding high. The cool granite touches my thighs. His gaze drops, lingering on the garter clips against my skin.

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

**Story 16: The Breeding Festival** **Chapter 2** The roar of the crowd was deafening. Serena lay on her back on the cold stone altar, legs still spread obscenely wide, her body glistening with sweat and the cum of five powerful men. Her pussy throbbed and leaked a steady river of thick seed down her ass crack onto the ancient stone. Her full breasts heaved with every ragged breath, nipples hard and sensitive from being pinched and sucked.