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There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

Fuck he was soooo hot I couldn’t stop staring even for a second. Isn’t it crazy how such an experience makes an awkward, nerdy and shy girl turn into a slut? He rubbed the metal plug on my butthole making me gasp from the coolness before pushing it in. I moaned as I tried to adjust to the unfamiliar feeling but it didn’t take long because it felt absolutely divine.

We promised to meet online the next evening (his wife worked 12-hour shifts at the local hospital in the evenings from 7:00 pm, so he had all the time in the world to chat). As soon as I could, I rushed home from work, grabbed a snack, and went online to read his stories. He had 17 posted stories about man-to-man sex, and I found myself so aroused I jacked off three times as I read them. At 7:30, a message popped up on my screen: “lovingman” is calling.

Jade stayed in Ohio with her grandfather, Johnathan and his brother, Garwin. She was nineteen years old and came visiting for the holidays for the first time in years. The small town, Haborsville was rumoured to be invaded by night creatures that were responsible for the death of atleast three people on a daily basis. But Jade visited still. She only believed it was mere superstition and the only thing killing people were either plagues from poor hygiene, an unknown disease or people themselves like thieves.

"Emergency. Hot slut next door is free use. Already dripping with cum. Come through right now. No limits." The replies flooded in almost instantly. More guys from the dorm buildings and nearby apartments started confirming. Within twenty minutes, the apartment door kept opening as fresh faces arrived. By the time the new wave finished arriving, there were twenty eight guys total packed into the living room and kitchen. Some were shirtless, some still in shorts, all of them hard and excited at the sight of the naked, cum soaked woman on the floor. "God damn," one new arrival said, a tall muscular guy named Jamal. "You guys were not exaggerating. She looks like a proper p**n whore."

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

Well, I can't fuck myself, someone has to do the fucking" I replied. He chuckled. I returned to his cock, sucking like a slut in heat. I made sexual sounds to excite him; years of watching p**n and reading erotic stories had taught me that men love hearing erotic moans from women, even if they are just for effect, not because my pussy is actually getting stimulated. The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days.

The warm shade enveloped us like a secret sanctuary, shielding our naked bodies from prying eyes and the relentless sun. The distant roar of waves and melodic calls of birds dissolved into nothing but our ragged breathing and soft, desperate moans. Finn hovered above me, his piercing green eyes dark with feral lust. He kissed me deeply, tongue plunging into my mouth before trailing hot, open mouthed kisses down my jaw, along the sensitive column of my neck, and across my collarbone.

He shoves me down until my chest is flat against the mahogany desk. He yanks my skirt and panties down in one rough move. They end up tangled around my ankles. I feel the cool air on my bare ass. My legs are spread wide, leaving me totally exposed. I am dripping, the scent of my arousal filling the space. He leans over me, pressing his chest into my back. Then I feel it. The broad, hot head of his cock rubs along my wet slit. He isn't wearing a condom. The feel of his hot skin against mine is almost enough to break me.

The idea of me helping Sarah conceive, of sharing my seed with another woman under my wife's blessing, was a taboo that had turned my blood into liquid fire. Lillian pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, her gaze predatory and hungry. She didn't say a word at first; instead, she slid her hand down the front of my boxers, her fingers curling around the thick length of my cock. I groaned, my hips instinctively arching into her touch. She began to stroke me, a slow, rhythmic glide that made my toes curl.