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The doctor fucked him through it, his pace turning frantic. “Take it,” he snarled, his control shattering. “Take all of it. You wanted this. You wanted to be filled.” With a final, brutal drive, he buried himself to the root and went rigid. Richy felt the hot, pulsing rush deep inside him, a flood of wet heat that marked his violation as complete. Dr Stanley groaned, his body shuddering against Richy’s. He stayed there, panting, his cock still lodged inside, dripping into Richy. The silence that followed was broken only by their ragged breathing and the drip of fluids onto the floor.

“You’ve done that before, and I’m hoping this whiskey will keep an old anger in check.” Leaning back, she crossed her legs. “You want to know a secret?” I blinked at her aloofly, not interested in whatever it is she wants to make known. “You do not seem interested, but I’ll make it known, so you wouldn’t repeat the same mistake. That slap didn’t make me angry or push me away, if anything, it turned me on.” This bitch is crazy. “I love being submissive to a sadist, so I’m used to the pain.” She opened the file and signed on it, sealing the deal with S.H. “You want to know another secret?” She pushed the file towards me.

She literally screamed. I blocked her mouth immediately. " shh! " I scolded. " Mmhhh " she murmur. I let go of her mouth. " Okay if it not sex. What is it." Her face became serious. I dragged her into the locker room. " Okay I'll tell you everything. " I told her blushing. " Go on your look like you're gonna explode soon." She said teasing me. I told her everything, from when I was angry at Will to when he surprised me and proposed to me and the night we had.

He licked her through it, drawing out every shiver until she was trembling. He stood up, shoving his pants down. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, already leaking. Without a word, he gripped her hips and slammed into her in one brutal thrust. The table creaked loudly under them. “Fuck, yes,” she gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist. He pounded into her hard, deep, every stroke punishing and perfect. His hands squeezed her breasts through the shirt, pinching her nipples until she whimpered. “You want my secrets?” he growled, thrusting faster, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing. “This is what I’ve got left. This fire. This need for you.” He leaned down, biting her

My moans echoed off the stone, raw and unfiltered, and bouncing back to me as if the crypt itself were moaning with me. He watched through the lens, eyes dark, pupils blown wide with lust and something colder—calculation. “Tell me your worst secret, Elara,” he said, voice low and coaxing. “The one you’ll never print.” I gasped, hips rocking into my own hand, thighs trembling. “I… I came to expose you,” I confessed, the words spilling like wine. “The abuse stories. The missing girls from the Boston church. The rumors of payoffs, of girls who vanished after private ‘counseling.’ I thought you were—”

Each withdrawal left me empty and aching, and each thrust forward filled me so perfectly I saw stars. The washing machine vibrated beneath my palms, adding a low buzz that traveled straight to my clit. His hand slid around to find it anyway—rubbing firm, steady circles while he fucked me from behind. “You love this, don’t you?” he growled against my ear. “Being bent over in your own house, taking your father-in-law’s cock while your husband showers upstairs.” I whimpered, nodding frantically. “Say it.” “I love it,” I gasped. “I love your cock… I love being your dirty little secret…”

He had my complete attention, teasing me when he told me, “Perhaps you could help me write a story about the sexual relationship I want to have with you?” Initially I didn’t believe him, though later that night when I looked up the websites he gave me he was telling the truth. For me his business books were a little dull. Conversely his p**n stories were very exciting and covered many sexual themes I was unfamiliar with. We quickly became lovers, Cecil introducing me to a whole new diverse range of sexual pleasures, though after a while I sensed his interest in me was waning. “Have you read any of my stories involving Sarah?, Cecil asked me one day.

which dealt with a female office executive, who was also blackmailed into submission by her secretary and was forced into performing various sexually degrading, painful, and humiliating acts. As he read through the second story, Elias couldn't help but begin to masturbate as he imagined Selena doing the same thing as she read through the story. After having an explosive orgasm into one of his discarded sweat socks, Elias saw that Selena had moved on and was now Googling sites which had free sex pictures for viewing.

In the next series, it will be an explosive and infuriatingly hardcore Gay short erotica stories compilation where filthy boys and dangerously hungry men chasing the very thing they shouldn’t crave. They just want to be ruined, reshaped and overly pleased because their bodies bleed and burn with an obsession that runs deeper for any cure, except one. High voltage desires to have their tight cracks shed apart, rimmed with sizes they never imagined exist and their girths straining, covered with slick. You’ll be left glancing through the pages in the most hidden corner of the world where no one would see you squirming. If you will be reading with a partner, fair warning: you’ll either test thei

When Liam drove off, she said, “Well? Are you going to tell me what that was, or should I guess?” “It’s nothing. We just watched a movie,” I said, walking to the door. “Mhm. Just a movie.” She smirked. “Oh, go girl. Finally. Finally, you’re starting to get it.” I rolled my eyes, but yeah… I was smiling. That night in bed, I replayed everything that had happened. The fruit bowl. Practice. The cinema room. His head on my shoulder. The smile didn’t leave my face until I fell asleep. The next morning, my phone vibrating woke me. I grabbed it and froze. Twenty missed calls from Derek. Ten from an unknown number. A bunch of unread messages.