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My pussy ached from how rough he had been with me this morning and last night, swollen and tender, my clit throbbing whenever my mind wandered back to his cock stretching me wide and filling me up. I kept my thighs squeezed together tight under the table, trying to act like everything was normal while Mum talked with Collins about some charity event they had coming up, her voice light and excited as she went on about the guest list and the decorations. Haiden was sitting right across from me, looking relaxed like nothing had happened, sipping his coffee slow and reading something on his phone.

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“Harder… my carnal womb is so itchy… it wants your huge cock deeper…” The man, feeling a spark of jealousy at the thought of her stepfather and others who had enjoyed this body, straightened his back and drove in with an especially hard thrust. His big, swollen glans penetrated straight into her libidinous womb, hammering it into spasm. The girl’s eyes widened, her whole body arching as the intense pressure hit her most sensitive spot. “My womb… it’s being fucked too hard… your cock is so good at this…” “Little slut… screaming so shamelessly… today my large dick is going to hammer you to death… hammer this degenerate cunt…” the man snarled, picking up speed.

Warning: This is GAY sex story, please skip it if you are not into LGBT content. "Oh God! Professor Cross! Please!" Peter's desperate cry echoed through the locked office as Professor Damien Cross pounded into his ass with relentless precision. Peter was bent over the massive oak desk, his pants around his ankles, his shirt pushed up, completely exposed and vulnerable. And he'd never felt more alive. Damien's fourteen-inch cock stretched him impossibly wide, filling him so completely that Peter could feel it in his stomach. Each brutal thrust pushed Peter forward on the desk, papers scattering to the floor, the wood creaking under their combined weight.

This is something else entirely. He remembers the older staff telling stories—whispers in the breakroom, murmurs over coffee and cigarettes. Tales of guests who were out of control. Women, usually wealthy, bored, or lonely, who would proposition the staff without shame. He always thought those stories were exaggerated. Urban legends passed down between shifts to keep things interesting. But this—this is not a story. This is happening. Live. Raw. Unfiltered. And she’s not ashamed. Not even close. There’s no guilt on her face. No hesitation in her actions. Her eyes are sharp, focused only on him as if he’s the only man that exists in the universe right now.

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My mom had a special way of using her sharp teeth to play with my private areas, making me feel intense pain and even more intense pleasure. One day after school, Anna and I were ovulating and we decided to take the sex to my house since there was no one around. We got very carried away, forgetting to lock the door and my mom walked in on us, as we were rubbing our clitoris against each other. She was shocked at first that it was Anna, because my mom always thought she was straight but she did not care after some time. In fact my mom brought up the idea of a three some and not just any type of threesome. The type where we use sex tools and use sex cards to do.

I scream, not minding if I would draw attention. “Ahhh,” he groans and rams into me. Deeper. Fucking hard! I feel my cunt swell with his seeds, ones I wish would germinate inside of me. Lust in love, I come. Hard. Squirting and moaning like a bitch. New story alert: You’re locked in a room with your father's best friend. A freak, perverted sadist. You crossed the line by inviting your boyfriend over. To punish you, he straps you in a collar and drags you to his dark, kinky room, and teaches you how bad girls are handled.

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

She was given permission to cum as needed. I recounted the story of Memorial Day. Who was there, what activities Master had arranged and who did what to whom. Cindy heard me tell of her parents having sex with slaves; her Mother with both male and female slaves. She heard both of them had sex with Lisa. We were only four minutes into the telling when Cindy climaxed the first time. She orgasmed four more times before the story was told. "Oh, damn, that's so fucking hot, Domina," Cindy moaned, climaxing for the fifth time. "I wish I'd been there."