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Which builds sexual tensions between us, he asks me to send him sexy videos of myself, and I spam him with my regular videos. He tries hard to explain that it wasn’t the kind of sexy he meant, trying to tell me to make my videos more revealing without actually mentioning he wants me naked or he wants a nude video of myself. I act dumb whenever he mentions that, saying “I want to see more, beneath that” I just change the topic of our discussion, asking him about his day and what he was doing at the moment. It pisses him when I do that, I kept up with that, since I never felt safe doing that with someone I barely know.

Kendrick's eyes darkened, and for a moment, she thought he might give in, might explore her body, but then he pulled away, his hand slipping from her grasp. "Bianca, I think it's best if you go now," he said, his voice was a bit shaky. Bianca felt a pang of disappointment, but she wasn't ready to give up. She slid off the table, her eyes locked on his as she reached for a nearby object, a slim, metallic instrument that resembled a dildo in shape and size. She held it up, a coy smile playing on her lips. "Dr. Kendrick, I think I need a bit more... stimulation," she said, her voice a sultry purr.

“Kill me now. Please, just leave and pretend this never happened.” Nick chuckled a deep, warm sound that did unfair things to my already sensitive body. He turned the vibrator off and set it on the nightstand. “You don’t have to be embarrassed,” he said, still smiling. “Everyone does it. Hell, I do it. Just… maybe don’t run it on max for that long next time.” I peeked through my fingers. He was standing there in nothing but those tight black briefs, the bulge in them now noticeably larger than before. My eyes betrayed me and flicked down for half a second before I forced them back up.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit erotic content, including dubcon/non-consensual elements (spanking, dominance/submission, coercion into sexual acts), group sex (FFM), BDSM (humiliation, punishment, toys), power imbalance, and degradation. Reader discretion advised – possible triggers for rough handling and emotional manipulation. CHAPTER ONE This is for Riley , Julian reminded himself, You’re doing this to help Riley.

“You know what? Why don’t you bend me over the desk? I want to feel this cock even deeper.” Marcus nodded eagerly and pulled out. Elena slid off the desk, spun around, and shoved her fat, juicy ass toward him. Every little movement made her cheeks jiggle softly, the sight so hypnotic that Marcus gulped hard, his cock twitching visibly. She bent forward over the desk, laying her upper body flat against the wood. Her thick thighs spread wide, ass pushed back invitingly, pussy glistening and ready for him. When nothing happened, she glanced back over her shoulder and saw Marcus just standing there, eyes locked on her fat ass like he was hypnotized.

"Report it? Who said anything about reporting it?" He leans in closer, his scent—something like sandalwood and expensive gin—overwhelming me. He shushes me gently, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "There’s nothing to be ashamed of. We’re all human. To be honest, I watch it all the time. I could give you a list of performers that make those Brazzers clips worth it. I’ve been following Lana Rhoades and Abella Danger for years." My jaw nearly hits my desk. I look up at him, shocked not because he watches p**n, but by the casual admission. "You... you do?"

Consensual sex He will rip her pussy apart mercilessly if she willingly posed those fucking picture and offered him in silver platter to have her which was only his right. "What do you mean you can't tell?? Aren't you a doctor??" his thundering voice echoed through the room making her jump as his predatory gaze set on her, giving shudder to her spine. "Sir, consensual sex is hard to define if it isn't violent but in forced sex internal tissue was damaged and inner walls are bruised which is not the case with mam. I think you should t….." her words died in her throat half way as her body fell back on the floor with a loud thud with her wide-open eyes and a bullet hole between her brows.

I brought my hand up to his heart, and Soren covered it with his own. "Yesterday I asked for intense... And it was intense... I loved every second of it and I don't regret it." I looked into his blue eyes. I want him to understand that I know the difference. "I've been tied up, I've been whipped, I've been forced... I've used all kinds of toys... I've used aphrodisiacs..." I listed several situations I'd been through. "Everything you do is different from what I've felt... That's called consensuality..." I laughed quietly. "At least that's the word Charlotte taught me."

I placed my lips on her throat and nibbled before cleaning her up. "That was so much fun, babe. It felt like I was running from a prep," she looked me hard. "I knew I was safe but the adrenaline spike, God, when can we do this again?" She asked with a twinkle in her eye. I'd created a monster. "Consensual / Non-Consensual scenes are all the rage now," I threw my hands up to encompass the room. "As you can see from the room around us, this was built for that exact reason. You can ask for more furniture, or less. Basically, you can get whatever you want for this room and just play." I winked at her. I had another trick up my sleeve if she was up for it.

“Nice and deep so we can see everything.” My hands brace on the floor. I lift up and slide back down. The wet sounds are loud and obscene. Pleasure sparks through me with every movement. The girls surround me, hands everywhere. Someone pinches my nipples. Another slaps my ass lightly. Riley reaches between my legs and rubs my clit while I keep riding. “Such a good little whore already,” Madison says. “Moving to a new town just to become our fucktoy.” The dirty talk sinks into my skin and makes me ride harder. Shame and heat twist together until I cannot separate them. I know this is bullying. I know it is non-consensual. Yet my body chases every touch, every word, every thrust of the fake co