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He grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. “Let me go.” “Wellsy, for fuck’s sake, can you just be a little bit patient?” I stopped. “There's nothing you can say to make me feel better about this.” “Fine. See it as a threesome, that's something everyone has undeniably wanted to try out.” “Not as a normal thing, Adrian. You're telling me that every time you like a girl, you…” “No!” He cut me off like he knew what I was about to say. “It's just the sex.”

With the door to talking about sex cracked open, she added, "I enjoy a good sexual fantasy as much as the next woman, I guess. Which genres of stories do you like most?" "Normally it would be the hot-wife stories," Cheryl answered, "But I was reading a really hot incest/taboo story there the other day where the characters happened to be named Darlene, James, and Shannon." She looked Darlene in her surprised eyes and with a suggestive grin she added, "It's hard for me to imagine that's just coincidence. Did you write that story? Is that your taboo fantasy I was reading?" Darlene was a bit taken aback by her friend's blunt question, but her tone and the look on her face were certainly not judg

But forty seconds was enough to make a story go viral. She hadn’t even known the security camera was active. She hadn’t even touched him. She was just there, in his private office, after hours, cleaning up documents like he’d asked. Wearing a dress that was maybe too short, maybe too tight, maybe exactly what the media wanted to shred her with. Now it was all over the press. “The Senator’s Slut.” “Did She Seduce Him?” “Intern or Escort?” She hadn’t even done anything. And no one cared.

I could give you a blow job to motivate you well. - No, I have to go. I leave her house to return home. This is how my work of deflowering girls began. Today, on the eve of my eighteen years, I have a record of 159 girls to whom I have rendered this service. My parents being not wealthy, I saved enough money to go to the university of my choice. I am still with my girlfriend, despite the years; even though her friends drool over her boyfriend, she loves to parade on my arm. She is becoming more and more clingy. She hears the rumors, but I have always assured her that they are just rumors. And she believes me.

White shorts… Uhhh. He pulled his top and I saw a white singlet too. I love my men clean. After he pulled his top. He pulled back a bit and I was confused. “I want you, but I want to be sure you want this too.” Wait! He is this big a celebrity and still big on consent? Who raised this guy? Also, hearing your celebrity crush’s voice so close to your face is sexy as fuck! While deep at it, the bed side phone rang. God please do not let him pick. God please.

"Any juicy stories to share?" "I mean, not any that are that cool to share," she said, looking down, her fingers twisting in her lap. "Oh, come on, I mean, one-night stands, secret hookups, there's always something unique. I'm sure you have a ton of stories tucked away." "I don't like to kiss and tell. It's not my thing," she replied primly, turning her head, but her body betrayed her. "Kiss and tell?" He chuckled. "Who are you, some Victorian lady? I like privacy too, but come on, loosen up."

he started with a pure sexy voice. “Every slutty story is true. I am married, but we have an understanding that I will never be monogamous with her and I have been with a lot of girls. I’ve had dozens of women beg for this cock, right now I want you begging. I want to spread these legs and eat your shaved pussy until you’re sobbing my name. I want your throat stuffed with my dick until mascara runs down your pretty face. I want to fuck you so hard and deeply you feel me for days.” I was shaking, my pussy clenching around nothing.

“The abuse stories. The missing girls from the Boston church. The rumors of payoffs, of girls who vanished after private ‘counseling.’ I thought you were—” He cut me off with a kiss, mouth bruising, and tongue claiming, tasting of smoke and holy bread. His hand replaced mine, two fingers curling inside me, thumb on my clit, and relentless, perfect. I came hard, knees buckling, and his arm the only thing keeping me upright, my release flooding his fingers, dripping down my thighs, and pooling on the stone. The cameras caught every shudder, every tear, and every drop. He pulled back, lips wet with me, eyes glowing in the candlelight.

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

“Tell Rex I’m not interested in being another notch on his bedpost. You two are unbelievable. Do you ever think about anything besides sex?” Mia leaned in, lowering her voice dramatically. “We think about money too. And right now, money and sex can go hand in hand.” Lila finally looked up, one eyebrow raised. “What are you talking about?” Jade pulled out her phone and slid it across the table. “There’s this website. It’s… discreet. Girls auction off their first time. Serious buyers. Serious money. Some of these girls are walking away with five figures for one night.” Lila stared at the screen. The site was sleek, professional-looking, with blurred photos and blurred profiles. The bids on the