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NEW STORY TITLE: THE GIFT OF DICK AND PUSSY The following story will be told in multiple chapters. There's oodles and oodles of sex in it, even though it's not just a pure spank story. If lots of nasty sex isn't your thing, then why are you on this website? Weirdo.

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.

"Insatiable." "Only for you." It was true, which terrified him. His sexual appetite had always been moderate, controlled. With Sienna, he felt like a man drowning. She turned in his arms, handing him a mug of coffee. "We need to talk about this," she said, but her hands were stroking his forearms, her eyes dark with want. "We can't just—"

“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.

Richard let out a raw, guttural roar, his body stiffening as he buried himself to the hilt, pouring a fresh wave of heat deep inside me. He stayed there for a long time, his weight pinning me to the bed, his heart thudding against my shoulder blades. He didn't pull away immediately; he stayed buried inside, pulsing, making me feel every dying twitch of his release. The room was silent again, but the air felt different. The "Human Messy" truth had finally settled in: I wasn't just a widow. I was the prize in a game I didn't yet understand. Richard finally pulled out and stood up, but as he reached for the last of his cloth on the bed , he stopped. He looked at the door, the one that was still

The idea of me helping Sarah conceive, of sharing my seed with another woman under my wife's blessing, was a taboo that had turned my blood into liquid fire. Lillian pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, her gaze predatory and hungry. She didn't say a word at first; instead, she slid her hand down the front of my boxers, her fingers curling around the thick length of my cock. I groaned, my hips instinctively arching into her touch. She began to stroke me, a slow, rhythmic glide that made my toes curl.