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“How do you know so much about our professor, Soph?” I froze. “What? I….I just pay attention in class. Like everyone should. For the scholarship. Obviously.” Maya raised a brow. “Uh-huh.” I silently prayed they wouldn’t push. If they asked one more question, I knew I was going to blurt out everything. Thank God, Tasha slammed her palm on the table. “I’ve got news, guys.” We all jumped. “What?” Maya asked. Tasha grinned, wicked and proud. “I just had the best lesbian sex of my life.”

I lay there in his arms, feeling his cum slowly leaking out of me, staring into the darkness as he drifted off to sleep. My body ached. My mind was exhausted. And deep down, I knew the truth. I was never going to be free. This was my life — a sex slave in the yard of Don Clinton. Used. Shared. Punished. Protected. And somehow, I was addicted to every second of it.

You swing by with the spare key to grab your forgotten laptop from Mark's room, packed with explicit hentai videos and pornographic images of busty milfs getting railed by massive cocks, creamy cum shots dripping from stretched pussies, tentacles fucking every hole. *Opening the door, you freeze seeing Stefanie Meijer, Mark's 40-year-old married mom, on the bed with your laptop open, voluptuous figure in a form-fitting designer dress hugging her big breasts and thick thighs, long black hair draped over shoulders, ocean blue eyes scrolling your filthy collection, full pink lips parted in arousal, plump pink cunt soaking through her no-underwear dress as she bites her lip schemingly.*

They both couldn’t come out of this sex addiction and still fucked anyways even though they are step siblings. My fingers plunged deep into my already soaked pussy as I still sat on the floor with my back against the wall, my legs were spread obscenely wide. I watched my stepbrother Derek stroke his thick cock furiously while he stared at my own p**n video playing on his laptop. The room was filled with the wet sounds of two people masturbating, his hand was flying over his shaft and my own fingers too were pumping in and out of my wet dripping cunt.

“We all thought it was normal. When I turned eighteen, she'd kiss me on my cheek when she comes around. I was okay with that until she proceeded to kissing my lips and lightly squeezing my ass sometimes. That's when I got pissed and told my parents about it. They confronted her and demanded she never comes close to me again,” His hand drifted to me ass, he softly massaged my butt cheeks. My pussy was already dripping with need and I wanted to feel him inside me again. I didn't push though. I raised my head and gently kissed him on the lips, urging him to continue. He smiled faintly, and pressed me tighter to him. Leaving no space between our bodies. He sighed again. “To cut the story short.

she begged, turning to her friend. Helena could do nothing but watch as her friend was raped without mercy, Xavier using her body as his own personal sex toy. She cried with her, unable to even open her mouth and say something. It went on like that for another fifteen minutes, Xavier never having to catch his breath. At last he stopped, shivering with a savage grin on his face and making Sophie whimper in shame. "Can you feel it? Feel all of the seed I just sprayed into your womb? You're nothing but a pathetic cum dumpster, a rag for me to wipe off my cock with after I fill you up with my semen."

Sex Ed with Mom: A mother teaches her son all about the birds and the bees. NB: This story contains mature themes of erotic sex, incest/taboo sex and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. Enjoy. >>>> Chelsea, the petite blonde mother, gyrated her hips on top of her lover, her hanging hair covering his and her face like golden curtains.

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.

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

Instead, my pussy clenched hard, another trickle of wetness sliding down my inner thigh. Victor stepped closer, towering over me. “Unfortunately for you, little girl, we have evidence of just how much of a filthy slut you really are.” He nodded over to Jax, who tapped his laptop. The massive screen on the wall flickered to life. My stomach dropped, cunt flooded, a whirlwind of emotions started brewing in my head as old videos start playing. Clips from my wild college days. Me on my knees, moaning like a whore while sucking cock. Another where I was bent over a desk, getting fucked hard from behind, begging for more.