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“Your greedy little stepdaughter pussy is sucking me in.” “Yess yes, harder!” I moaned shamelessly, bouncing on his lap. My breasts slapped against my chest with every brutal upward thrust. “Fuck your dirty girl. Use me, oh god, I’m yours, Marcus. I’m your collared slut!” He gripped my hips and pounded into me, the wet slap of skin echoing with the crackling fire. Every thrust ground the vibrator against my most sensitive spot. I came again without warning, screaming his name as my walls clamped down around him like a vice.

The burn was intense, but the pain melted into filthy pleasure as he buried every inch. “Take it, whore. Take that dick in your shithole.” They started pounding her….. Ethan wrecking her ass, Jax skull-fucking her. Then they switched. Jax took her asshole while Ethan made her clean his cock straight from her ass, making her taste her own filth. She came hard, squirting messily onto the mat while both holes were used. But they weren’t satisfied yet. They flipped her onto her back and double-penetrated her properly. Jax lay down and yanked her on top, slamming into her cunt. Ethan mounted her from behind and forced his cock back into her already-stuffed asshole.

I sat down, my heart hammering. “Oh, Celine,” she said softly, her eyes moving over my body. “Look at you. Those beautiful curves. That round ass and perky tits. You can never be a nun, cara. A body like yours was made to be fucked. You need a thick, hard cock to stretch that tight little pussy and devour it completely.” Her dirty words made me gasp. Heat rushed to my face and between my legs.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

“No one has to know. You’ll still be my devoted secretary by day but after hours, when the church is empty and the lights go dim you’ll be my secret little cumdump. My private release whenever I need to empty these heavy balls.” The crude, wicked term should have shocked me. Instead it made my pussy throb with fresh need. I nodded before I could stop myself. Pastor Elias smiled as he pulled me to my feet and turned me around, bending me gently over the wide oak desk. Papers scattered as he pushed my skirt up to my waist, exposing my simple white panties. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and slowly dragged them down my legs, leaving me bare from the waist down. “So pretty and pink,” he

CONTENT / TRIGGER WARNING: This is a very DARK EROTICA story. I had a checkup today. I was already twenty-five minutes late, and I still hadn't finished getting ready, not that I could rush even if I wanted to. Standing naked in front of the mirror, I angled my body just so. That was the only position from which I could actually see my pussy. The hair had grown out far more than I liked, thick and unruly, and my husband refused to do anything about it.

I was still draped over Nick’s chest, limp and glowing, every muscle humming from the way they’d just wrecked me. Their cum leaked slowly and warmly down my thighs, thick and sticky, a filthy reminder of how thoroughly they’d claimed me on this throne. The fairy lights twinkled lazily above us, casting red and green shadows over sweat-slick skin, the grotto still heavy with the scent of sex and pine. Marcus’s fingers traced lazy, filthy circles on my inner thigh, teasing higher each time, brushing the sticky mess between my legs. When he grazed my swollen clit, I jolted with an oversensitive gasp, hips twitching.

I could feel every inch of him go in and out in seconds, he was so full inside me, I couldn’t breathe. And not because he was choking me, but because the sensation around was killing me. He drove in deeper and faster and I screamed out in pleasure and closed my eyes. “Look at me”, he demanded. “Look at me as I ruin you”, he said again. Then he smacked my ass hard making me start begging. I don’t even know what I was begging for but the feeling around was too good i just had to start begging. “Fuck Youre so sweet Ava, damn Youre so fight”

he growled and I moaned in response, unable to form anything coherent at that moment. He pulled his hand back, leaving me cold and aching. He stood up, unbuckling his belt, and the sight of him made my breath hitch. He was terrifyingly large, a dark reality that made Max seem like a boy. "Lay back," he ordered. "Spread for me." I obeyed immediately. I was a slave to the heat, my legs falling open of their own accord. "You're a slut, aren't you, Natalya?" he hissed, leaning over me, his weight pinning me down. "A dirty little slut who sends nudes to men just to see what would happen. You wanted me to see you. You wanted to be punished."

“Play with your tits while I fuck you.” I cup my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples through the lace. The added stimulation makes everything more intense. “Harder,” he growls. “Pinch them harder.” I obey, and the sharp pain mixing with pleasure has me gasping. “That’s it. Fuck, you look so good like this. Spread out beneath me, taking my cock, playing with yourself.” His words push me higher. I can feel another orgasm building. “Damon, I’m close…” “Not yet. Hold it.”