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Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys. Unfiltered moans echoed off the walls. It was a complete sex den. "Welcome to the den of freedom," I said, trying to sound confident and smooth. "I found this place a few months ago when I needed an escape." I turned to look at Jay, expecting to see curiosity or excitement, but the words died in my throat. The warmth on his face was completely gone. His eyes were wide with pure horror, his lips parted as he took in the sight of two men on a table nearby.

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

The rest of the week was torture. Every day I had to pretend everything was normal with Mark. I cooked dinner, smiled, let him kiss me and touch me. But every time he tried to have sex with me, I made excuses. I was “tired” or “not feeling well.” The truth was, I didn’t want him inside me. I only wanted them. I touched myself constantly when he wasn’t home. I would lie on our bed, legs spread, and fuck myself with my fingers or a toy while I thought about the four of them using me. Sometimes I would put my fingers in my ass and pretend it was Jake or Tyler again.

"Let's talk about why you are here, Sabrina. I assume you know what we do at the clinic, and therefore you feel you need some help with a problem you're having in your marriage—a sexual problem?" The young wife cleared her throat, suddenly quite timid again about discussing such things with a stranger. "Well, yes. I mean, that is why I'm here. "I guess the main thing is I just can't seem to relax and let go when we are, you know, having sex. I want to try new things and be more active when we make love, but I just keep having these, I don't know... guilty feelings? "I'm not really sure if that's what it is, but I just get so uptight and frustrated." She felt her cheeks blushing with embarras

“Damn it! Do you think this is funny? Dom has always loved you! Ever since you rejected him back then, you shattered him so completely that he turned into some reckless, aimless playboy. “And then, the moment you beckoned him back, he came running to you again! But when you said he lacked loyalty, he went and found this rebound girlfriend just to please you. What more do you want? His sincerity doesn’t deserve to be trampled on like this!” “So what? I’ve never seen someone so infatuated like him before. I just wanted to see how far he’d go for me. He’s doing it willingly—why are you so worked up about it?”

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Her body would crave sex like mad at precisely the moment a man was likely to turn tail and run in revulsion! She'd read all the advice in the sex manuals: ‘A truly sensual man won't be put off, etc ...’ but her own experiences didn’t match the textbook. She’d always met with shudders of distaste, and even with the protecting barrier of a condom, no man had ever wanted her enough to enter a body that was bleeding. Worse still, it was usually the macho men - like Nathan Levay ~ who’d ended up being the most squeamish. ‘Are you all right?’ His soft voice cut clean through her pessimism

1. LISA I’m Nineteen years old, and my parents still believe I’m their innocent church girl who wouldn’t dare break a single rule. They have no idea how wrong they are. I’ve spent my entire life trapped in that house, watched like a prisoner. The moment their car leaves the driveway, I slip out, find girls who want the same thing I do, and let them devour my pussy in the back seat of cars or rundown motel rooms where no one asks questions. I’ve perfected the art of playing the perfect daughter while my body stays constantly hungry, cunt wet and aching for release.

“Do you touch yourself while writing these stories, Lila? Do you imagine my cock stretching that tight little college pussy while you finger yourself at night?” The crude words from his refined mouth made her gasp. She couldn’t answer, but her body betrayed her—her breathing quickened, and she squirmed in her seat. He smiled darkly. “Since you’re so eager for private lessons, here’s your punishment. You will read the entire story aloud while I watch. Every single filthy word. And if you stop or stumble, I’ll bend you over this desk and spank that pretty ass until it’s red.” Lila’s heart raced. Part of her wanted to run. The other part—the part that had written those dirty scenes—was already

Let him see. Marcus’s jaw tightened. His hands gripped the arms of his chair like he was fighting gravity. They kept talking. About her copywriting years — writing other people’s words until she forgot her own. About how he’d drifted into papers and lectures instead of stories. The words got heavier. More honest. Every truth pulled something tighter in her chest. Her calf was still pressed against his leg. Neither of them had moved it. The heat from his body seeped through his pants and made her ache.