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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.

Duties include 24/7 availability, immediate obedience, and complete sexual use at their discretion. My pussy clenches on the word use. A slow, deep throb that makes me shift in my chair and press my knees tighter. I keep reading. The submissive will wear a collar at all times. The submissive will be available for office use during and after business hours. The submissive will be bred and claimed at the discretion of her owners. Bred. The word sits in my stomach like a hot coal. I can feel myself getting wet, not damp, not slightly aroused, wet. The kind of wet that soaks through underwear and makes the fabric cling.

18+ Mature content ahead Aarav's Pov: I gritted my teeth while pounding inside this slut under me as she screamed in pure ecstacy. My hands are on either side of her clutching the sheets hard as I grunted, her pussy walls are gripping tightly around my cock.

I almost gloated at his words, seems like Robert was out of ideas, or should I simply say content? How the size or structure of my breast is? So ridiculous! I chuckled. "So no one wants to pay to see her breast? She's a fucking submissive bitch. Professional in sucking cock, you can have her tied with chains. She's strong like men and would not faint out even if fifty men should take a turns on her." My mouth dropped agape. What sort of lie was that? I wouldn't black out even if I were not on drugs.s? Pardon me those shit, I'm not a porn actress who did enjoy being screwed by fifty men or so...

Tell me how you'd feel as the sub slut. "I want my mistress to use me, I want to please her too," breathed Maria, as she rubbed her clit and finger fucked her pussy. "If she sat on my face and nearly suffocated me, I'd fucking love that. Please, Mistress, slap my tits, nice and hard, right on my nipples. Oh god, she's grinding her clit and pussy on my face. It's hard to breathe, but I love it."

A collared sub kneeled to the side of the alcove and watched closely. The woman taking the beating sobbed loudly, but Kyle continued to make her dance. "Hi." The sub's voice was soft. Matt looked at the pretty woman dressed in a black leather corset, lace panties, and black thigh highs. She wore more than most of the subs at the club. Matt answered because he knew she wouldn't talk to him if her Dom didn't want her to. "Do you think he'll be up to paying some attention to my friend when he's done?"

] The big guard reached in and grabbed Tavisha by the arm, tugging her out and slinging her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing. We strode through the doors and into the huge living area where Santino was waiting for us. To my disgust he was not alone, kneeling on either side of him were two dark haired women, dressed in leather harnesses with matching collars and very little else. They were his current submissives, women he had taken from other Dons or from his nightclub. He did not care, if they interested him, he took them and he was so powerful no one ever stopped him. This was how they ended up, broken and submissive, willing to do whatever he desired of them. As we walked in, o