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I was ogling at him with concern, hunger and greed of him. And shy? I don’t know what exactly is this? But it wasn’t obviously a shy. It is something else. I mean why would I get shy with a guy with whom I have already shared everything with. But this was literally different. I mean this happens to me everytime when I see him nude. Though I have seen him nude so many times, my heart races like fast running horses in the race trying to win the competition with only one motive. To win the race. Yes! Everytime, I see him in that state I feel that sudden urge to win him, to take over him.

"I need to show them my bare cunt, Monique?" "Yes, man or woman. And keep your cunt shaved. Sell our product. You'll be given catalogs of our offerings so you may show them other designs we carry. A lovely young woman such as yourself can sell a lot of product. When you return to LA, you'll go to various and sundry trade shows. There is a BDSM convention in Las Vegas in February you will be modeling nude at. There is an auction on National Nude Day here in LA in which they raise funds for the homeless. You'll be nude for that. Mistress has replaced most of your clothing. It wasn't slutty enough. Get used to exposing more of your body than you're accustomed too. We didn't have enough of your

He growled. Of course the turd fled. But only after mumbling how lucky she was that he went out with her. She stood next to her booth watching with a great deal of humor as the area's most eligible bachelor ran out like his butt was on fire. After the door closed, she turned to look at her "knight in shining armor." What she saw caused her to gulp. He wasn't pretty by any means. But there was a ruggedness to him that was incredibly sexy. His hair was long and he had enough ink that she could see it coming up above his t-shirt collar. He had the brightest green eyes she had ever seen and hair so black it looked blue in the light. He wasn't old, but he wasn't a young man either. Tall, with a

She had learned well from Asher. “I’ll make sure everyone knows what you really are! You and your father are the same! Both of you are disgraceful, and—” “And this isn’t disgraceful?” Liz raised her phone again, showing an image on the screen. Lana gasped and covered her mouth. Liz was showing a photo of herself—completely nude. It wasn’t fake; Lana recognized the pose and the background. It was definitely her, but that picture was never supposed to be seen. It was stored safely on her phone.

I open the chat, and there’s a single photo inside that makes my entire body go still. Jake. And a girl, maybe fifteen, with the same tired eyes and pursed mouth. His sister. They’re standing next to each other, smiling cheekily, and there’s a sash across her body with the words Birthday Girl written on it. I can make the faint silhouette of a cake in the dark backdrop. My hand flies over my lips as I open the profile. It has no followers or posts. I click back to the chat. Someone is typing. [Jake’s sister.]

she moans in the back of her throat, dropping her gaze. "My eyes are up here," I joke, summoning her to me with one finger. She suddenly moves, just as she did earlier on when I called her from my office chair. "That's better. It's always better when you listen to me, Bee," I praise her. "You're a moron," she spits as I grab her top, pulling it high up her arms and over her head. She's naked below except for those lace panties that hide her pubic hair. My eyes rove over her slender frame, appreciating the soft swell of her breasts and the dark, pert nipples that instantly harden. I allow my gaze to skate down, finding that mound I finger fucked just a few hours ago. The women I fuck usually

“This is it, you nosy little bitch.” I stood there, towel draped loosely around my damp bikini, unable to tear my eyes away from the obscene display. “I… I didn’t mean to…” “Shh.” Zara reached out a hand, slick with her own cum. “It’s okay. I’ve been waiting for you to find out, to see if you’d be a good little slut like me.” The chat exploded with excitement—new viewer alerts, questions about the “hot friend in bikini.” “Bring her in!” “Make her strip!” Tips tripled, the screen lighting up like a casino.

“This is it, you nosy little bitch.” I stood there, towel draped loosely around my damp bikini, unable to tear my eyes away from the obscene display. “I… I didn’t mean to…” “Shh.” Zara reached out a hand, slick with her own cum. “It’s okay. I’ve been waiting for you to find out, to see if you’d be a good little slut like me.” The chat exploded with excitement—new viewer alerts, questions about the “hot friend in bikini.” “Bring her in!” “Make her strip!” Tips tripled, the screen lighting up like a casino.

"Late show again. I pick the movie." His eyes darkened with interest. "Yeah? What you got in mind, Ari?" I showed him my phone, the listing for a hardcore erotica film—explicit, no holding back, the kind with intense scenes that would make anyone blush. "This one. On purpose." He laughed low, pulling me on top of him. "You're turning into a little freak. I love it. Let's go."

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier