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Her tits bounced violently and got slapped red. The dirty talk grew louder and filthier. "Look at this cum covered whore. Six college guys destroying her holes at 2 a.m." "She is going to be sore for days but she will come back for more tomorrow." Lena came again and again until her voice grew hoarse from screaming. By the time the guys started unloading their second loads of the night, she was a trembling, dripping mess. Cum filled her pussy and ass and covered her face, tits, and stomach.

NEW STORY TITLE: THE GIFT OF DICK AND PUSSY The following story will be told in multiple chapters. There's oodles and oodles of sex in it, even though it's not just a pure spank story. If lots of nasty sex isn't your thing, then why are you on this website? Weirdo.

All characters are 18 years or older. This story can be read as a stand-alone. If you would like to read more about the main characters, please check out "In Love With A Lesbian Episodes" in the First Time category. This story contains elements of anal, exhibitionism, group (mmf and mff), mild reluctance, toys, lesbian, and of course lots of sex. Austin, Alanna and their housemates play Strip Poker on a rainy day and everyone gets frisky.

Having my full attention, I turn to see that on the big screen which had been set for displaying a welcome messages to my new clients, the messages are gone and it's now displaying p**n. Not just any p**n, it's my own p**n. That video is the tenth one in my hidden folder of jerk off materials. It's not just that it's the tenth one that makes it so special, it's also my favorite one…what can I say? I love being watched and watching myself when I am chanced. The p**n is a video of me masturbating in my grande shower with an sickeningly excessive amount of lube just the way I like it, I had taken that video four weeks ago while I was in Japan and needed to fuck.

“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.”

He sighed, pulling his gaze from me for a split second before he glared into my eyes "Lynn I get your anger, I do but as far as those diseases you're referring to.... That would never happen. We get checked before and after each shoot. The industry is very strict when it comes to that kind of thing" I snorted. I can't believe we were talking about STDs right now and the fact that the industry is very strict. It was as if he was referring to a rule in the employee handbook. Talking about STDs in the workplace might be normal for him but this was as a taboo to me as it could get. "How did you get into porn?", I asked again, trying so hard to keep my emotions at bay I needed to let him explain

I came with a sob, hips bucking wildly against their faces and hands. They kept me there, on the edge of overstimulation, for what felt like forever. Mouths and fingers everywhere. Four hands on my tits at once. Two tongues taking turns on my clit. Fingers rotating in and out of my pussy—sometimes two, sometimes three, sometimes four stretching me open. They talked constantly, their voices low and raw. “Such a greedy little slut.” “Look how her holes are clenching.” “Bet she’d take all our cocks so well.”

So he could sneak off and masturbate to a bunch of blonde whores who wouldn’t in a million years do the things they did in those videos to him. It got worse. As I was scrolling through his history, I saw that he’d spent time on Fans Only, where he paid for a premium subscription with a woman calling herself Alexa Villasario. I went into their messages, and saw that he’d also paid for “custom videos”, which were 30 second clips of her masturbating with a dildo and moaning his name. He’d also sent her pictures of his private parts for “dick ratings”. She called him daddy, and they literally had conversations about me, talking about how I drove him to her, and how he loved her with all of his h

Then I stood under the spray until it turned cold. I didn’t sleep. Instead I sat cross-legged on my bed in an old T-shirt, laptop open, staring at the Gory Room website again. There was a members’ forum now—hidden behind login. I created an anonymous account: InitiateE26. The threads were raw. One woman wrote about her first time: how she cried the whole drive home, not from regret but from the sudden absence of pain. Another posted photos (blurred faces) of rope marks that looked like lace. Someone asked if anyone had gone back the same week.

“Don’t stop— I’m so full!” Her huge breasts were constantly moving, bouncing, jiggling, and being groped by whichever man was closest. Hands squeezed and slapped the heavy flesh, fingers pinching her sensitive nipples, making her cry out in pleasure. After the fourth rotation, all four men had fucked her pussy once and used her mouth. Lauren lay there panting heavily, legs spread wide, her pussy red and dripping with a mix of her own juices and their precum. Her lips were swollen, saliva glistening on her chin and dripping onto her tits.