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I stared in awe as it seemed to grow in size and when it began to tent his trousers outward I looked up to see her quickly shoot a questioning glance at me. I knew by the look in her eyes that she was remembering our discussions about men, and our curiosity of the knowledge that we had gained only from books that we had found hidden on the top back shelf of our father’s library. We had found them quite accidentally when we were searching for a remedy for poison ivy. Shocked by what we had stumbled upon we ran to our bedroom to study the books in secret. Page by page we perused the information there and some of it was quite graphic in nature. Astounded by the illustrations that were contained

If I'd been asked before if I'd be okay with having an affair with my Boss I would have said, "No. No. No. And hell no." Why? Because my moral standards won't let me. I was a badass bitch but I wasn't ratchet. But the dynamics were different. With Master Cole, there was this sexual tension between us that threatened to burn down any room we were in together. The pressure got worse when we were alone. Denying the allure would have been a crime; a sin; a fucking atrocity. We were like spark plugs and our bodies reacted like magnets. The man was remarkable and he had managed to enslave me with his cock.

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He was easy on the eyes too, with his fine dark skin and rightly muscled tall form, he was honest to God perfection. He was looking at her now, openly, no reservations. She had forgotten about those eyes. Steady unwavering eyes that could unnerve even the toughest person. She clenched her thighs tight together. “Why are you asking?” “These days, I find myself, um, in the mood for sex. Overwhelmingly so.” He did not blink, nor move his eyes away from her. “So I thought, why not? I didn't want to go for a sex worker. Health issues and stuff. And besides, it won't be —” She stopped.

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You have to claim them. When he’d gone, because I wasn’t finished yet, I lay on the rumpled bed, and brought myself off with my fingers. I thought of how he’d behaved earlier, sadistic and cruel, reveling in my cries from the pinch of the clamps and the slam of his cock. Then I fell asleep for an hour or so. When I woke, my hair was in a crazy, damp tangle and my breasts were a mess of scratch marks and blotches. And he was probably eating wild turbot because he usually does when it’s on expenses at Saxby’s. I would too. The point I’m making: sex isn’t like it is in the movies; it isn’t even like porn. Sex isn’t like anything except itself.

The house finally went quiet. I let out a long breath and stretched, my tight little tank top riding up over my flat stomach. Nineteen years old and still stuck under his roof like a prisoner. No friends, no dates, no freedom. If he ever found my secret account… yeah, I’d be dead. But that risk made it hotter. The secrecy. The thrill of thousands of men paying to see what he had never let me show. I scrolled through my DMs for a minute, biting my lip at the usual flood of horny messages. Then I set my phone aside and slipped a hand under my shorts, tracing lazy circles over my clit. I was already wet. That comment had done its job.

Anna's POV I was lying on my bed, heart pounding, pussy already wet. I had been chatting with him for weeks. My sexy online buddy. The one who made me feel like a dirty little slut even though I was still a virgin. I wanted this so bad. I wanted to finally feel what real sex was like.

My pussy and ass were throbbing and leaking, but I felt happier than I had in years. “But Jamie…” Lena said quietly, kissing my forehead, “this can’t be a one-time thing. I’m going to keep fucking you. Even if it means sneaking around behind my sister’s back.” I looked up at her, heart racing. “I don’t want it to be one time either,” I admitted. Lena smiled wickedly and slid her hand between my legs again, gently rubbing my oversensitive clit. “Good. Because I’m far from finished with you tonight…”

“Please. Don’t stop this time. I need it so bad. . ." He edged her, bringing her right to the peak bliss only to slow down or pull back. Tears of frustration stung her eyes. Her body was on fire. “Fuck me!” she cried out. "Please fuck your professor’s pussy!” Raymond chuckled. This was what he wanted. He pulled down his pants and freed his cock. Lara felt his massive cock press against her soaked entrance. Her back was turned so she couldn't see his cock, but it felt big against her ass.