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Chapter 3: Condom? – Sienna's POV Rune lifted me up off the floor without any effort his hands gripping under my thighs spreading my legs wide as I wrapped them around his waist tight. My back hit the door hard the impact jarring through me but I did not care because his body pressed full against mine his cock rubbing right against my soaked pussy through nothing now since my panties were gone. I felt the thick head nudge my entrance, sliding through my wetness, teasing my clit with every small shift.

One hand braced against the wall, the other teasing slow circles over her clit, she breathed Rita’s name. “Rita…” She pictured the way Rita had looked at her—hungry, like Mikayla was a feast meant only for her. Her fingers moved faster. Her breath grew shallow. She remembered the way Rita had kissed down her stomach, murmuring filthy praise like prayer. She spread her legs wider. And leaned farther into the counter. She could hear Rita’s voice in her ear: “You’re so sensitive here... look at you falling apart for me.” She stroked deeper now, two fingers working in. Her free hand covers her mouth. She bit down hard as her orgasm hit her like a brick, sudden and fierce, knees trembling, her th

Rae stood behind me, her hands on my breasts, her lips on my neck. “You’re so fucking sexy,” she murmured, biting my earlobe. “Fuck, Rae,” I gasped, grinding down on Julian, his cock hitting deep. “You too.” Julian groaned, his hands on my hips, guiding me faster. “You’re gonna make me lose it,” he said, his voice rough. Rae’s fingers slid to my clit, rubbing hard, her lips on mine. “Come with us,” she said, her voice desperate. “Now.”

You must read, so you'll know what we know. Loving books as she did, Madeleine had soon forgotten her disappointment. The private library was a wondrous hoard of knowledge, and as arousing in its way as the long, shared hours of yesterday. Each book was a classic of pornography. As she read — and read and read and read - Madeleine soon grew both learned and fevered. Every picture seemed to remind her of the touch of Delrina’s lips, or the way Laurelina’s fingertips could seek out, and find, the most discreet and receptive of pleasure-nodes, then tantalise them to the very edge of madness. Every line or paragraph of uncensored prose seemed to conjure up the taste of Nadia’s sweat.

Erica let out a sharp cry, a single tear slipping down her cheek as she panted and gasped. Dave leaned in, running his hand over her welted bottom to ease the worst of the sting. His fingers dipped lower, sliding into her slick folds. He groaned at how wet she was, the evidence of her arousal glistening on his hand. “You’re soaking wet,” he murmured, almost to himself, as his fingers explored her. He found her needy clit, tracing lazy, soft circles around the swollen bud. Erica’s whole body buzzed with need, her hips moving instinctively toward his touch.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro

His finger lightly brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. Then his hand grazed my waist for a second so light it was barely there, but enough to make my breath catch. "Continue," he said, right in my ear. His voice was low and rough. "Read the part about edging her, tell me exactly what you feel between your legs when you say it." I kept on reading, my voice breathless. "I would edge her for hours, making her drip down her thigh while she reads my dirty words back to me. Her tight little cunt will clench around nothing, begging for my thick cock to stretch her wide."

He finished inside her, groaning quietly as his cum flooded her again. Elena became addicted to the danger and the pleasure. Every Thursday she grew wetter just walking into the library. She started touching herself lightly in class while looking at Roman. Her pussy stayed constantly sensitive. She loved the way her ass stung after his spankings. She loved feeling his cum leak out of her for hours afterward.

“Watch your Alpha taste your pleasure. See how he worships you.” Aethyra forced her eyes open, her gaze blurry with sensation. The sight of Xyrex, fierce and dominant, on his knees before her, his mouth working her into a frenzy, was the most potent aphrodisiac she could imagine. The dual sensations were overwhelming, the hot, wet suction of Xyrex’s mouth and the cool, deliberate pinching of her nipples by Zhilax. She was a instrument being played by two masters, and the music building inside her was a symphony of pure, undiluted ecstasy.