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I shiver against the wall, body still burning, craving whatever comes next. He looks at me with those intense eyes and starts pulling at my clothes right there against the wall. My shirt comes off first, then my bra. He grips my tits hard with both hands, squeezing them so tight it leaves red marks on my soft skin. I feel the heat from his fingers digging in. "These tits are mine tonight," he says in a low voice. "Your brother's wife, letting me mark you up like this."

Club Slut Awakening I stepped into the throbbing chaos of Pulse, the hottest underground club near Westbridge University. The bass from the industrial techno track vibrated through my chest, making me already sensitive nipples harden against the thin fabric of my tiny black crop top. After the mind-blowing afternoon with Jake in my dorm, my body still hummed with leftover heat. My pussy felt tender and slick, a constant reminder of the multiple loads he’d pumped into me. And I barely cleaned up before slipping into the shortest pleated skirt I owned, with no panties on and heading out alone, craving more.

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I’ve read a lot of things in my ten years of teaching. Late-night essays, drunken rants passed off as “creative expression,” confessions disguised as poetry. But none of them ever made my cock hard. Until hers. Until Mira Callahan handed in her extra credit assignment. It was a short story, printed neatly in 12-point Times New Roman, double-spaced like I asked. But the first sentence hit like a punch to the gut: “He wasn’t supposed to touch her, but he wanted to. And when she leaned back on his desk and spread her legs, he forgot what ‘supposed to’ meant.”

, made a crucial announcement. "Oh my, you guys need to check out the World Hacker Network. 'Z' has just made his first public post. He's going to participate in this year's World Hacker Championship." "Oh my goodness, the long-anticipated encounter between 'S' and 'Z' is finally happening. We can all die happily now." At the same time, Lana's account on the World Hacker Network received a flood of private messages. They were all asking about her involvement in the World Hacker Championship.

“Not even close, baby. I'm gonna fill you up until you're dripping with my cum.” THE END. PLEASE WATCH OUT FOR BOOK 2 — HOTTER AND EVEN BETTER!

Chapter 1: Caught Fucking Around Trigger warning: This story is raw, gritty. It's not the kind that pets you. It will strip you off your pride like a little dirty dog, take you to your peak and punish you harder. When you're done, your pussy won't be the only thing that leaks... your master's marks will be your new tattoo, and little puppy, you'll thank him for it. Drop now if you hate dirty stories with degradation. Britanny's POV

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Her own hand was between her legs, her fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles over her pussy. Mira’s own hand drifted down, pressing against the damp fabric of her running shorts. She was soaked. The sight, the sounds, the raw, unfiltered sex of it all hit her like a physical blow. Her clit, a small, sensitive nub beneath her hood, throbbed in time with the pounding rhythm from the clearing. She leaned against a tree, her legs feeling weak.

"You should drink some water. And maybe put some cold water on your wrists. It helps." Ishita just smiled weakly. If only Priya knew the real reason for her flushed cheeks and the heat burning through her body. If only she knew that just twenty minutes ago, she was on her Sahab's desk, screaming his name as he made her come over and over again with a toy. The secret was a hot, heavy weight in her chest, a thrilling, shameful burden.