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“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.

He didn't use a condom; he didn't care about the risks, only the reward of claiming her completely in the middle of her own sanctuary. He grabbed her ankles and shoved her legs wide, pinning them against his waist. With one brutal, driving thrust, he buried himself inside her to the hilt. Sloane screamed, the sound echoing through the empty office, her internal muscles clamping tight around him in a desperate grip. The sensation was overwhelming, a flood of pleasure and pain that blurred the edges of her vision. He began to hammer into her, his pace frantic and relentless, each strike hitting her cervix with a force that made her entire body shudder.

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

Oanez let out a guttural sound from the back of her throat as Aleric stepped trailed and slipped a finger inside Oanez's wide open p*ssy. Then the old woman laid on the floor, and she watched as her husband mounted her, his manhood disappearing and up into the woman, and appearing seconds later. Horror, fear, anger, and disgust held her in place as they continued their tryst. Dimly, she became aware that the other witches in the hall were now engaged in different sexual acts of their own. "Wanna Join, cunt?" laughed a witch in her face as another stopped dove n and began to s*ck the woman's

She licked the sweat from his throat and promised worse. The obsession sharpened in every city. Budapest: sex in the shadowed alley behind the opera house minutes before curtain, his hand over her mouth, strangers twenty feet away. Amsterdam: a midnight canal boat where he bent her over the rail and fucked her while tourists drifted past on another boat, close enough to touch. Barcelona: he tied her spread-eagle to the bedposts with the silk sashes from hotel robes and used a wand on her clit until she was speaking in tongues, then flipped her over and took her ass until she blacked out for three blissful seconds.

“Please, Father… fuck us tonight. We want your big cock in us.” The words made Julian’s cock throb. He grabbed fistfuls of their hair, one red, one black, and guided them. They took turns sucking him. Hannah sucked deep and sloppily, gagging a little when she pushed him down her throat. Rebecca was sweet and eager, licking and sucking like she was worshiping him. Their tongues met around his shaft, sliding together in wet kisses while they worked him. Spit dripped down his balls, and the fountain water splashed softly behind them, mixing with the filthy sounds of their mouths.

THEME: Anonymous sex, masked strangers, humiliation kink, domination, multiple men. KINKS: Anonymous breeding, voyeurism, public degradation, restraint, deep-throating, come marking, rough use, objectification, praise/degradation mix I sign the contract without even reading a line of it. ... That's because I don’t need to, I already know what's inside it, and I want it. I want it so bad that I'm not even thinking twice about it.

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.