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Then he suddenly pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and threw my legs over his shoulders, folding me in half completely — breeding press position. He slammed back inside me, going so deep I could legit feel him in my stomach. “Fuck— Alessandro!” I cried out, my eyes rolling back. He fucked me like he wanted to breed me, deep, powerful strokes that made the bed slam against the wall. His heavy balls slapped against my ass as he stared straight into my eyes. “I’m going to keep this pussy filled with my cum every single night,” he growled, pounding me mercilessly. “You’re going to be addicted to my cock. Addicted to being bred like a good little wife. You want that?”

Bored wife goes to a club with her friends and the unexpected occurs.. NB: This story deals with Cuckolding, Interracial sex, and impregnation. In a fantasy, there are no STD's, and pregnancies become nothing once you stop reading. Sorry it is so long. I get carried away with the details. eNJOY... >>>>>>

CONTENT: Cheating, sexual desires, missionary, cumming deep, cum. CHAPTER 1 My husband Graham was the first and only guy I ever slept with. When I was younger I had the notion pounded into my head that sex before marriage made me a terrible person. The idea definitely works for some people and in a way it can be kind of sweet to have your first time be with the love of your life. I found out too late that it wasn’t right for me though. To put it nicely, Graham and I are...incompatible in bed.

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

“You want our cum, don’t you? Want us to breed you like a cheap whore?” I nodded frantically, tears streaming, my body trembling on the edge of orgasm. Tyler took over my mouth while Kai moved to my ass. He spat generously on my tight hole, working one finger in, then two, stretching me open. “Not yet,” Kai warned when I whimpered. “But soon. We’re going to ruin every hole tonight.” The double penetration in my pussy grew faster and more brutal. Leo and Marcus were groaning and grunting like animals, their cocks sliding together inside me, making wet, obscene sounds.

My heart beats fast, and I feel a wetness between my legs that I can’t ignore. One gray afternoon, it was pouring rain outside. The library was dead empty. No one to bother me. I locked the front door early and turned the sign to closed. My hands were sweaty as I picked out my four favorite books from the back shelf. There was the pirate story with Captain Thorne, a tough guy who sails the seas and takes what he wants. Then the vampire book with Lord Draven, all dark and mysterious, with eyes that pull you in. Next, the cowboy tale with Buck, rough and ready from the wild west. And finally, the barbarian adventure with Garrick, a big brute who fights with his hands and conquers everything. E

The tent felt smaller than it had when we first crawled inside. The air was warm and thick, heavy with the scent of pine, whiskey, and the unmistakable musk of arousal. Emily straddled my lap, completely naked, her soft breasts pressed against my chest as we kissed like we were starving for each other. Her tongue moved against mine with growing hunger, her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. I could feel the heat of her wet pussy grinding slowly against the hard bulge in my pants, leaving a damp spot on the fabric.

Page after page of explicit clauses stared back at her. No other lovers. Full obedience. Mandatory fertility tracking. Weekly health exams. And the worst line of all: “The wife shall submit to all sexual demands without refusal, including but not limited to vaginal, oral, and anal penetration, public and private displays, and any acts deemed necessary by the husband for his pleasure.” Her cheeks burned. “You’re disgusting.” Damien rose slowly, all six-foot-four of him unfolding like a predator. He circled the desk until he stood behind her, close enough that she could feel the heat of his body through her clothes.

My walls clamped down on him, milking him, my pussy jumping in frantic, wet spasms. Nathaniel let out an animalistic roar. He didn't pull out. He shoved himself deeper than he ever had before, his body shaking as he filled me with his hot, angry seed. He stayed there for a long time, his forehead resting against the back of my neck, both of us panting like wounded animals while the sink faucet dripped into the basin. He pulled out with a wet, squelching sound and let go of my hair. I slumped over the sink, my legs like jelly, the scent of sex and expensive cologne thick in the air.