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“Remember how you’d get all dressed up in barely anything under your clothes and we’d go to Coverts? We’d watch the other couples, get so turned on and fuck all night” I swallowed, my nipples tightening at the memory. I hadn’t thought about Coverts, the members-only swingers club, in years. Nathan and I were more watchers than swingers, watching everyone’s pleasure, which heightened our own. When we first began dating, we went often. Each time, we’d end up having some of the best sex of our lives.. We would role play or do some light kink. The last time we had gone to Coverts, Nathan was as fit as a horse. Or so we thought...

They descended on her immediately. First was Viktor, a Russian oligarch with a cruel smile. He bent her over a marble table and drove into her soaked pussy from behind without a word, while she gasped. His cock was shorter but brutally thick, stretching her painfully. He fucked her that, pounding in nasty and terribly, slapping her ass red while the others watched and stroked themselves fast. Then came Marcus, an American tech billionaire. He pulled her onto his lap on the couch, forcing her to ride him reverse cowgirl while he played with her clit. Eyes locked together. Selena’s moans grew louder, more broken, as unwanted orgasms tore through her.

“Taking cock in your pussy and fingers in your ass. You love being our little breeding whore, don’t you?” “Yes,” I moaned. “I love it.” Dominic pulled my hair hard, making me arch my back. “Tell us what you are.” “I’m your dirty little cumslut,” I gasped. “I planned this so you could use me however you want. Fill me up. Breed me. Please.” Sasha replaced her fingers with the head of a strap-on she must have brought. She pushed it slowly into my ass. The feeling of being completely full — Dominic’s real cock in my pussy and the thick toy in my ass — made me see stars.

It relaxes me. Clients of the massage parlor can choose between plain looking, sexy women or masculine men masseurs. They wear masks on their faces to add spice and mystery while performing some kinky stuff happening behind closed doors. The fees are expensive if kinky stuff is included in the menu. Debra always chose sexy massages done by masculine men because their hands were deeply arousing and always led to explosive sex when both parties agreed. She told me that a lot of the time she got carried away and paid extra to have sex with her masseur. An activity she enjoyed so much. Sex with no strings attached is liberating and satisfying, which is why this place was Debra's favorite place t

She hisses. "You can call me whatever you want. You can call me a sex addict, bad boy, bad guy, toxic, villain, evil, player, fuckboy, sexist, misogynistic, womanizer, or an asshole. But life will always have assholes like me and there's nothing you can do about it. You can't change or save a man from his dirty deeds. I myself will forever love sex and will continue fucking all the hottest women in the world. I hate how women gets all this praise for expressing their sexuality, while guys gets called perverts and creeps when sharing their desires. You know what, I will continue to express myself sexually no matter how many people hate me. You won't emasculate me!" I vented out.

“Turning therapy into foreplay?” I smiled sweetly. “If the shoe fits.” There was a pause. Thick. Tense. “You’ve had how many partners in the last year?” he asked suddenly. I shrugged. “I stopped counting after thirty.” “Men or women?” “Mostly men. But a few women, yeah.” “And did any of them make you feel… satisfied?” I opened my mouth, then shut it. Because the answer was too ugly to say out loud. Instead, I looked away. “Satisfied enough.”

Eventually, we had had sex but she broke up with me a week after, claiming that I had been stiff in bed and was the worst lover she had ever had. I had been stung at her words, hating to be terrible at anything and had gotten myself involved in a lot of one-night stands to be better at sex. At first, it had been awkward with me struggling to get aroused at times. When I could get myself aroused, the sex had been so bad I almost cut my penis off for not knowing how to use it. I didn't feel any pleasure and neither did the women. I had to stop before I gave myself a reputation as the man who couldn't work his dick. I hadn't wanted to marry Sasha because I wasn't in love with her but also becau

No woman had ever been able to resist his charm or keep up with him especially when he give them that sexy smile of his that shows off his dimples, or when he wink at them causing dampness in their panties, he loved sex and the women who enjoys a bit of kinky stuffs, he is populary know for his bad boy attitude and when ever he uses any of these women who throw themselves at him for his carnal benefits he gets bored of them to the extent of not bothering asking their names while at thesame time targeting his next victim. He made his wealth from his numerous winery companies and software businesses, and from there he invested in properties fixing them up and in return make huge profits, anoth

That is more mortifying than anything could be. I leave the club entirely, leaving the patrons to the demented things they like most. To me, this is strictly for business and I’ll keep it that way. They want somewhere to indulge in their sexual fantasies without the fear of anyone seeing them or anything, then once a week I open up this part of my pack and make that dream a reality. It makes the pack a shit ton of money because you don’t know just how much men are willing to pay to get their dick wet. It works for me so by all means, they should go ahead and do whatever they like.

Her beautiful face held a punishing expression. On her Dominatrix website, she shared links and discussions about the BDSM lifestyle. She advertised services that included BDSM, or Bondage, Discipline and Dominance, Submission and Sadomasochism. Her articles posted links to safe-sex websites—SSC, or Safe, Sane, and Consensual, and RACK, Risk Aware Consensual Kink—promoting consensus between partners in BDSM.