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I came with a muffled scream around Julian’s cock, my thighs shaking, my pussy gushing around Lizzy’s fingers. Julian pulled out of my mouth and moved down my body. He lifted my legs over his shoulders and slammed back into me, fucking me with deep, punishing strokes. Lizzy straddled my face, lowering her dripping pussy onto my tongue. I licked and sucked while Julian pounded into me, the wet sounds of sex filling the room. “Fuck, I’m close again,” Julian groaned. “Gonna fill you up one more time.” “Do it,” Lizzy moaned, grinding down on my face. “Breed that tight little pussy.”

I wanted him to go harder but he was doing the opposite. “Beg for my finger like you mean it.” Jayden said as he leaned closer to my ear and whispered. “Please sir. Please. Fuck me harder. I'm your loyal slave.” Jayden chuckled. “I can't hear you.” I made my voice louder. “Please sir. I want your finger.” Jayden increased his pace. As soon as the pace increased, my cock didn't give me any warning and I came the fourth time. “Four,” I counted out loud.

My body moved slightly with every shift, my control slipping little by little. “Please…” I breathed, barely audible. But he didn’t stop. The pressure built inside me again, stronger this time, making my chest rise quickly and my lips part as I struggled to stay silent. My head fell back slightly against the door, my eyes closing as I tried to steady myself. “I can’t…” I whispered weakly. My body trembled, my legs shaking slightly as everything became too much to handle. “Fuck.." he moaned as I felt him explode in me ,he removed his flaccid cock. I let out a deep sigh as I slid down the back of the door knowing I just had the best sex of my life.

“I agreed to show him the gold he wanted when we first met in exchange of disappearing forever but during the journey, I couldn't do it anymore and told him I would go back to the estate when he beat me up and took advantage of me over and over again.” “He wanted to keep me as his personal whore,” I added. "You lying bastard!" Jude screamed, thrashing against his leather restraints. "You twisted whore! That’s not how it happened!" Kiran’s jaw tightened. He stood up, the silver dagger disappearing into his sleeve as he walked over to Jude. He didn't ask any more questions and it was clear whose story he chose to believe. He leaned down, staring directly into Jude’s swollen face. "So you crave

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♡

Chapter 3 Mia’s POV My heart was hammering so loud that I could literally hear it in my ears as I crawled onto the ritual mattress. The dark sheet was already damp in places, sticky with Lena’s juices and the men’s sweat. The whole room reeked of raw sex; thick and sweet musk that made my pussy clench before anyone even touched me. Lena’s stepdad cupped my jaw firmly but not cruelly, tilting my face up. His thick cock brushed my lips, hot and heavy, already slick from Lena’s juices.

“Tell the people watching what you want.” She was panting, her vision blurring. The words came out, husky and broken. “I… I want it. I want all of it. Fuck me. Use me.” The chat exploded with new messages. The finger in her ass withdrew, replaced by the blunt, terrifying head of a new cock. Marcus roared, driving into her pussy with a final, deep thrust. Jax shoved his cock back into her mouth, down to the base.

I could not stop thinking about it. I am thirty-two years old and have been married to Mark for eight years. I still love him. He is kind, stable, and a great provider. But our sex life had become painfully predictable. A quick missionary position every Friday night, maybe a half-hearted blowjob from me if I was in a generous mood. That was it. I craved so much more. I wanted to feel truly desired, wanted to be used like a cheap slut, stretched open, and completely ruined while my husband sat right downstairs, totally oblivious.

I swallowed every drop, milking him until he shuddered and pulled out. He thrust 3 of his fingers in me hard, filling me completely, and I cried out, nails digging into his shoulders. "You're so tight, fuck," he groaned, hand on my tit, pinching my nipple through the dress. "Harder," I begged, the anger turning to pure need, my orgasm building fast. We stumbled out of the club and straight into the back seat of Xavier's car. The door slammed hard behind us and the driver pulled away without a word.

‎Damon kept thrusting his thick and huge cock faster and deeper into my wet pussy to the point where I couldn't catch my breath between pumps. ‎He's such a good fucker... ‎**Author's Message** ‎Keep reading, I have more juicy, steamy stories for you that're going to make you get wet and horny🥵 Please drop your honest review on this chapter cause it would mean a lot to me. ‎Thanks 💯 ‎