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I honestly wanted to answer back but I couldn’t lie about the fact that I really am… errr ‘was’ so crazy about him when I was younger. “Well, accepting the deal that she will become a dog by someone… isn’t that a clear sign that she was willing to become submissive? Why do women become submissive? One, they are abused. Second, they are in love, or third, they are just clearly crazy.” Bianca stared at me – giving me the right to choose. I exasperatedly sighed. “It doesn’t matter anymore! That’s all in the past. And I already told you about our thing. Isn’t that what you were after?”

But instead of working, I had my skirt rucked up around my waist, legs spread wide under my desk, and two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy. The video on my screen was paused on the most dangerous frame: a tall, elegant woman in a crisp black suit, very much like Victoria, had her much younger submissive bent over a glass desk. The dominant’s hand was fisted in the girl’s hair, strap-on buried to the hilt in her dripping cunt, the submissive’s mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.

I rolled away a little more so he could reach the keyboard and watched as he scrolled through the different categories the site offered. I read where he stopped. "Milf's?" "Yup," Chris nodded, as he clicked on it. "Older women Matt, they are the way to go." I watched the site come up and looked at the various videos. "Yeah, but I mean they're old," I laughed. "They're like Mom's age." "But they know how to fuck man!" Chris exclaimed. "They been around and know what they love, and ain't shy about it, that's what you want isn't it?"

There’s one with two teenage girls on their knees, their hands bound as they suck a cock from a glory hole. The eroticism makes my breath falter. They spark the fires of my need, and I can feel my pussy leaking love juices. “I’m definitely going to apply to be drawn like this next year.” I hear one woman saying as she faces the drawing of a dominatrix bouncing on one of the cocks of her submissive while stroking the other submissive’s cock. The lady beside her chuckles. “Then I’m going to buy that drawing during next year’s exhibition.” The first woman gasps. “Why would you want to have my drawing hanging somewhere in your house, Ana!?” There’s a quiet laugh in her voice.

Josh spoke in a hushed tone, "Dude, your mate is scary as fuck." "I second that emotion." The response had come from Jax, who was walking towards us with a nodding Fin. They took up the seat next to Josh, Jax sitting on Fin's lap. Fin wrapped his hand around Jax's waist as he spoke, "First, he beats Nico, then he causes his Beta to submit. Now he's curled up in your lap. He's definitely not your normal sub. In fact, if I didn't see the way he acted around you, I don't think I'd consider him a sub at all. I'd rather not get on his bad side."

The atmosphere has become lively with music playing and the sound of well-known people engaging in conversations and dancing on the dance floor. Jane, Summer, and Candice have separated for a while because they are talking to three guys they just met here. They're around the same age as Heaven, and it's likely that they won't miss this opportunity, especially since the guys are good-looking and wealthy. It seems like they're not done entertaining each other yet. Crazy girls.

Damon trails after me when I leave. We step into the next room. Jace is already there. He’s standing behind a petite Asian woman, both hands cupping her bréasts as she watches the bed. A thin blonde girl is sprawled across the mattress, two men working their way into her. One lies beneath her, cóck buried in her pússy. Another kneels at her ass, pressing in with a thick shaft. She jerks a third guy off while moaning. At the foot of the bed, two women are locked in a sixty-nine. The one on the bottom is gripping thighs, moaning against the top girl’s séx. Her body starts to tremble. She’s close.

I drank her down. Mei came next. Her small body shook. Her pussy clenched around my cock. Milking me. She screamed my name. Tara’s fingers fucked my ass harder. I moaned into Sophia’s cunt. The sound made her come again. Lila rode my hand. Her walls fluttered. She came with a sharp cry. Elena kissed me harder. Her tongue claimed my mouth. I was trembling. My whole body shook. The pleasure was overwhelming. The sensation of five women using me. Worshipping me. Feeding me. Fucking themselves on me. It was too much. Too perfect.

Something they could no longer ignore. The moment before—the one suspended between desire and action, between restraint and surrender—was over. And what came next… would not be quiet.

Ever since my lesbian start at the hands (and pussy) of my mother’s younger cousin, I stayed with her for a summer holiday, I have always been most turned on by older commanding women, and submissive to their commands and demands. Even so, I could hardly believe it: here I was being hard-fucked, almost raped, by a woman who I had never seen until a few moments ago and I was loving every pussy-pounding second of it.