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8. “Klaus, shouldn't we at least talk about this first?" I asked him as he advanced towards me in his birthday suit. “What is there to talk about Sera? You need sex and I also do. Isn't that the reason why we both went to VH? So, there is no need for talking. I've seen you naked and I have heard you moan and see you cum. What's there to talk about? I just need a good fuck and I want to fuck you so good that you won't have the energy to go to VH again.

A new post from the same anonymous account. "That was just the beginning. Over the next few days, I'll be posting more of Lila's stories. Stories about other guys at school. You might even find yourself in one of them. Stay tuned to see just how perverted Lila Richmond really is." My hands were shaking. This person did not just have one story. They had multiple stories. Stories about different people. I had written so many over the past year. Stories to process my confusing feelings. Stories about Ryan. Stories about Derek before I knew him. Stories about random guys I found attractive. Stories that were never meant to be read by anyone.

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For the past few weeks I had been completely obsessed with p**n. Not the soft, romantic stuff I used to watch with my husband Mark. No. I had fallen headfirst into the rawest, nastiest, most cliché videos I could find. The ones where a bored housewife gets absolutely destroyed by the plumber, the delivery guy, the pool boy, or any random stranger who shows up at the door while her clueless husband is somewhere else in the house. I could not stop thinking about it.

“Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.” Nicolas finally slid two fingers inside my core and started moving it back and forth earning a moan from me. “Ahhhgh…” I moaned. Clover was licking all over my back. Nicolas started nibbling and sucking my nipples while he fingered me and soon Clover stripped off his pants. Nicolas removed his fingers and Clover slipped his manhood inside me in one go. “Ahhhh….” “No…No. Clover isn't wearing any condoms.” “Don't worry sis, we already got the contraceptive pills for you.”

The room echoed with the panting of three naked bodies. Sara watched Vincent pull up his underwear. His cock had still not gone down. The Viagra was still working. Sara let out a satisfied yawn. The night had gone so much better than what she imagined.

She quietly replied. "Good, I'm just getting started" I smiled. I continue rubbing her shoulders working my way down to her back. Working out all stress from her muscles. I picked a specific movie that shows lots of sex scenes in it called Spartacus. About gladiators and Roman women. There was a scene where I thought she'd enjoy in particular. When the scene starts I start rubbing her sides and kiss her neck from behind softly. "Babe, what are you doing?" She asks when my hands began rubbing her stomach down to her legs.

I stared at the message for a long time before replying. Me: Sore. Jake: Good. You took us like a champ. We’re still talking about how tight you were. Another message came in from Tyler. Tyler: Send us a picture of your used holes. We want to see what we did to you. I hesitated… then I did it. I spread my legs, took a photo of my swollen, cum-leaking pussy and ass, and sent it to the group chat they had clearly made without me. The replies came fast.

It was raw, it was filthy, and the fear of being caught only made the pleasure more intense, more sickeningly right. I was crying like a little bitch, my sobs quiet but desperate as I felt him hammering into my prostate. Every thrust felt like he was trying to turn me inside out. I was being ruined, right here in a public gym, while the man I was supposed to respect treated me like a piece of meat. "Tell me," he hissed, his voice a ragged whisper under the sound of the water. "Tell me you're my little slut. Tell me you want that guy to hear me fucking you."

Nes had said. Jacob was a fruitful chief and unscripted TV drama judge. There had been bunches of contentions encompassing how he brought in cash and that he physically attacked the women he worked with, yet nobody had approached to give her experience. I felt a bunch in my stomach, I didn’t have a nice sentiment concerning what Nes was going to tell me, however I paused. “Clear deal you said?” I asked, playing with my fork as I pierced into my steak. “What are you going to do?”