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“Messy little slut. You’re going to ride me now. And you won’t stop until my knot swells inside you.” He sat back on the bed, spreading his thighs wide, his cock standing proud, thick, and veined. He slapped it against his stomach, precum streaking his abs. “Come here, Princess,” he commanded. “Climb on Daddy’s cock and show me you’re not just some needy pup—you’re my little omega.” “Take what you begged for.” My legs trembled as I straddled him, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips. His hands gripped my waist, firm, controlling.

It was rock hard with the thick veins crisscrossing the big shaft and topped by his huge, swollen, plum sized cock head. Jenn saved the picture to her phone, knowing that she would use it to fuel more lust- filled masturbation sessions in the days leading up to her weekend alone with her big cocked step-dad. THE END Of BDSM series

“What the hell are you talking about?” Dominic leaned in, voice low and venomous, each word dripping with poison. “I broke her virginity right here in this very club. She was so eager that night, on her knees, begging me to fuck her harder. She whispered ‘please’ like a good little submissive. She came so hard she couldn’t stand afterward. I was her first dominant. Her first everything. She loved it. And I enjoyed it very much. She told me she’d never felt anything like it.” Reggie’s vision tunneled. The world narrowed to the man standing in front of him. “You’re lying.”

Valentina cupped her tits and whispered “Fuck us, punish us choke us fuck our throats like last time” Sofia bent over the desk legs spread open so he could see her pussy lips twitching through the lace “Oh fuck Master you locked the door this is gonna be so much fun” Dominic stepped forward They expected his cock. His fingers. His voice ordering them onto the desk onto their knees into his lap But what they didn’t know Was he didn’t lock the door to fuck them He locked it to teach them

You’re so good to me,’ he whined. ‘Too good, I agree,’ she snarled, and caught him a hard slap on his dimpled arse that made drops of pre-come juice dribble from his cock. ‘Go away! Get out of my sight, you useless, ugly object.’ ‘Humiliation. Lesson number one in being a dominatrix,’ Armina murmured to Karen. ‘Would you like to try? Does it appeal? I’ll admit it floats my boat. Men are such bastards, it’s fun to torment them, even though one knows they’re enjoying it.’

Rhett bites his lower lip and keeps his head down like a good sub, but I hear the whimpers and moans he is trying to hold back. Fuck! I could watch this all day and I am not usually one for sharing, but if Dominic wants to share once I am recovered. I would let him. I would even submit to him if that is what he wanted. My cock strains and I feel the wetness of my precum as I twitch in my pants. I pull my cock out and let it dance with each contact of Dominic’s hand against Rhett’s ass. Dominic smiles at me and asks, “Where do you keep your floggers, whips, paddles and riding crops?”

I was going to make her beg for this dick or she could very well call upon her fingers to finish what I started but I doubt she would be able to go without begging for me to fuck her. Her hand wrapped around my dick making me grunt. Dangerous. I felt my control slip at her touch but I held on. My mouth found her hard nipples and I sucked them both hungrily. Her breasts felt soft against my touch yet her nipples were like rocks in my mouth. Her moans became rapid. Feral. "I'm so wet. Fucking wet." I wondered why my Uncle would rather talk about all those boring shit he was so interested in when he had married a hot wife that loved to fuck like her life depended on it. Some people were just bl

“It was a fetish club then. Nobody actually beat you?” “Oh, I had a guy who liked to spank and I worked with him a few times but I didn’t like it so I stuck with the weird fetish guys. Dimi did the books. Darya is the dominatrix of us all. She could flog a man within an inch of his life and still make him orgasm.” “You know, when you told me BDSM club, I thought you were fucking with me but you meant it!” “I absolutely meant it.” She snickered as he growled at her. “What?”

Her world was reduced to the push and pull of flesh, the taste of salt and sweat, the burn of stretch, the shocking warmth of internal releases, and the thick, cooling splatter of cum on her skin. Through it all, Sam was her anchor in the storm. His smooth hands would occasionally stroke her hair, her cheek. His voice would whisper in her ear, dark and proud. “You’re taking them all, baby. Every single one. You’re my perfect, filthy fantasy.” And each time, a new wave of desperate, shameful arousal would crest within her. The final man—the gruff one from the very beginning—finished with a roar, pulling out of her well-used pussy to paint stripes of cum across her stomach and breasts. Then, s

Be honest, what’s the worst, filthiest thing you’ve ever done for money? I’ll give you a minute to think about that. Think very closely… Great, now I’ll tell you what mine is… sex. Filthy dirty sex where I was used like a whore and worse; it wasn’t even by a man. It was a woman. A powerful, rich woman who turned out to be exactly the kind of dirty fantasy my body had been craving for years.