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I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

Just a short bio: “Successful businessman seeking one elegant evening with a beautiful, discreet woman. $10,000 cash, one night, my penthouse. No strings beyond that night. Serious inquiries only.” Ten thousand dollars. Rent caught up. Groceries. Maybe even a couple months of breathing room. One night. One man. Fifty-two years old, he said in the message. Respectful. Generous. I told myself it was just sex. I’d had worse for free with my ex. I typed the reply three times before I could send it. Yes. I’m interested. When? His answer came back in under a minute: Tomorrow night. 8 p.m. The Grandview Penthouse. Suite 2401. Wear something simple. No underwear if you’re comfortable. I’ll make it w

“Fuck babygirl. You make me want to do very dirty things to you.” I feel his erection pressing against my ass and I smile innocently. “Like what daddy?” I ask, wiggling a little on his lap. Gavin groans and leans in sucking on my neck. “Like.” He whispers, pausing a second. “Untying that little bikini bottom and sliding my fingers into that tight pussy of yours right here in this chair.” He kisses my neck and I moan. “Or, bending you over the arm of the couch, and fucking you until you are screaming my name.”

“Begging for my cock with your eyes in front of everyone.” He pulled the vibrator and replaced it with two thick fingers, finger-fucking me brutally. I was so close. He pulled his fingers away and replaced them with his massive cock in one thrust. I screamed in pleasure as he pounded into me, the wet slap of skin echoing through the penthouse. When I was right on the edge, he pulled out completely. I sobbed in frustration. He carried me to the bedroom, tied my wrists to the headboard with a soft rope, and spread my legs wide.

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

Then Mike pulled out and pressed his cock against my asshole. “No—no, not there—” I begged. He didn’t listen. He pushed in slow, forcing my virgin ass open around his thick shaft while Tom kept pounding my pussy. The fullness was overwhelming. I screamed, but it turned into a broken moan as my body gave in completely. “Both holes stuffed like a proper whore,” Dave said, stroking himself while he watched. “Your dad would die if he knew his baby girl was getting double-penetrated by his poker buddies right under his roof.”

She groaned, "Give me that pornstar...fuck me...fuck me...yeah, fuck me...fuck me with that big cock!" Pete teased her, "Sweetie, let me remind you...you've got Anton...Isiah...Magnum...and a very well-hung husband...you got your very own pornstars." She grinned, "Mmmm...after tonight...I know that!" She immediately went back to the fantasy cock she had fucking her. Pete plunged the dildo in and out, while Jo reached for her bud...deep red and engorged, it looked ripe for the picking. Aching for release, her fingers circled it slowly and she shuddered, moaning, "Mmmm yeah...yeah...yeah...yeah...fuck yeah!"

Every breath carried the low growl of his voice in my ear: Look at yourself… dripping for me while my fiancée waits. By 7:15 p.m. I was back at his building, wearing a loose black sweater dress that fell to mid-thigh. No underwear. The notebook burned in my bag like contraband. I told myself this would be the last time. One more night of filthy vows and mind-shattering pleasure, then I’d find a way to extract myself from this job before the wedding planning spiraled any deeper. The lie felt thinner than the lace I’d stopped wearing. The penthouse lights were dimmed to a warm amber glow tonight.

Alex stood hauling me up by my arms then he bent me over the edge of the pool. My boobs were pressed against the cold tiles of the pool. Lifting my ass up, he slammed into me from behind, his delicious dick filling my pussy in one thrust. I screamed, my pussy gripping him tight as he pounded me. His balls slapping my clit with each thrust. Kai climbed out of the pool, kneeling on the edge in front of me, and shoved his dick back into my mouth. I sucked greedily, my drool dripping down my chin, mixing with the pool water.

I headed straight for his room and that was when I found the drawer. It was slightly open. I shouldn’t have looked, but curiosity won. Inside were neatly organized sex toys; thick vibrators, metal clamps, a leather whip, cuffs, and plugs of every size. My mouth went dry and I felt my core twitch nonstop. Just when I thought he couldn't tempt me anymore, my eyes landed on the photos. Dozens of them. Women in all sorts of positions; naked, tied up, legs spread, with toys buried in them. The expression on their face and the glistening fold told me they were having the time of their lives and my pussy clenched so hard I pressed my thighs together.