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“Push another finger in. Good. Now rub your clit while you fuck yourself on them. Faster. I want to hear how wet you are.” I obeyed every order, filming more videos and sending to him… By the end I was shaking like a leaf from all the pleasures, my sheets were soaked under me, a video of his thick cock still open on my screen as I came a second time with his voice ringing in my ears. Next day: I walked into the kitchen the following afternoon for water and stopped dead in my track. Ethan’s phone sat unlocked on the counter.. SecretHeat was open. The username at the top of the active chat was unmistakable.

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

After some weeks, he sent a private message. My stomach flipped. I heard horror stories pf guys asking for weird, dangerous stuff. But I was desperate, so I wrote back, He explained what he wanted calmly. He had a fetish for… his own cum. Not in a gross way, he said. He just like the idea of a woman using it, playing with it, and appreciated it. He wanted to send me samples, fresh ones, tested and safe. So I can film myself using them. He said he would pay alot. Like huge funds.

Before she get out, she said, "Don't worry, close your eyes and relax. Mr Hayes won't be coming for at least two hours, that's how he is after getting into the office room. By the way, don't sleep and get drowned. I will be back in half an hour. " After she left, I closed my eyes and tried to forget everything that happened today. My life was turned upside down just like that. Tears flowed freely from my eyes and after some time, I felt relaxed at the same time my eyes felt so heavy that I could hardly open my eyes. Then all of a sudden, I was underwater. I wanted to sit back in my position, but I couldn't as my hands were slippery. I felt like I was going to die right there, in the stupid b

Neither of us cared. The risk sat at the edge of every sensation. The unlocked door. The house full of Lees. The media presence on the main terrace. Any of it could end this in the most public way imaginable. The knowledge only made the heat sharper. I came suddenly, hard, clenching around his cock while a broken, muffled moan spilled against his palm. He worked me through it with short, deep thrusts, dragging every pulse out of me until I was shaking. He didn’t stop.

I immediately related to how Julia Roberts in my favorite movie Pretty Woman had successfully won over Mr Cool Businessman Richard Gere in the swish hotel scenes. My boss, Ryder, was no doubt thinking of my sexuality and some of the things his buddy had told him about what we did in the Platinum Suite of the six-star Ritz Hotel on Saturday night.

I told him, but he just gripped his drink tighter. Time moved slow. I ordered another round, sipping slower now, letting the heat build between my legs. The club got fuller, people touching and kissing in corners. One section had a girl on her knees sucking two guys at once, heads bobbing, spit dripping down her chin. Another area showed two women fingering each other on a couch, moaning loud and rubbing their wet cunts together. I watched it all, my own pussy getting soaked, clit throbbing against my thighs.

With shaking fingers, she’d complied, peeling off her clothes until she stood bare before them, the cool air raising goosebumps on her skin. She watched, heart hammering against her ribs, as they unzipped their own jeans, freeing their erections. Three very different cocks. Nick’s was long and thick, proudly jutting upward. Hal’s was a solid, formidable weight in his hand. Lee’s was elegant, like the man himself, but with a prominent vein running its length. The sight of them, these men she’d worshipped from afar, now stroking themselves while looking at her, was the most powerful aphrodisiac she’d ever known.

' 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.

His fingers dug into her ass, spreading her wider so he could go deeper. She came first—sudden and violent—pussy clamping down around him like a fist, soaking his cock, dripping down his balls. Her head fell back against the wall, a broken moan tearing out. He followed right after—pulling out at the last second, stroking himself twice, coming hard across her stomach and tits in thick, hot pulses. They slid down the wall together. Collapsed on the hardwood floor in a heap of sweat-slick limbs. Chests heaving. Air thick with the smell of sex and summer heat. Sweat cooled on their skin in slow trickles.