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I circled it slowly at first to match his rhythm as he flipped her onto her back and pinned her legs wide open. Then he slammed back in missionary style. Her screams erupted and my fingers dipped inside, fucking myself in time with his thrusts. The orgasm slammed into me fast and shocking. My pussy clenched hard and juices gushed onto my palm but it only left me hungrier. So, I searched for his stage name; Blaze, and videos flooded the screen. There were raw solos of him stroking that massive cock slowly while grunting filthy promises about “flooding tight cunts until they beg for mercy”.

This wrenching feeling needs a solid liqueur to wash it away. I’m taking a step away from my cage life, a straight A student with outstanding qualities here in the bar, waiting to get some in between her legs. To my parents I’m the docile daughter they want, to my teachers I’m the perfect student, to neighbors I’m the good girl, but to myself... I’m a vixen whose legs open for anything or anyone available. Sex is something that I enjoy a lot. I can already feel myself getting excited seeing the people in front of me. Who won’t?

THEMES: Blackmail, Reluctance, Manipulative Coercion, Security room, Unconscious Cheating, Unintentional Cheating, Forced Subduing, Trickery, Harsh treatment, Belittling, Nonconsensual KINKS: Rough sex, Intense Spanking, Hair pulling, Forced Blowjob, Degradation, Dirty talk, Lewd dirty name calling LENA'S POV Barely holding back a sigh-------- for my own good-------- I nod, zoning out while she keeps talking and scolding myself some more for spreading my legs for that smug rival.

STORY TITLE (1): Breaking My Vows for Him The phone rang on the nightstand. I turned to look, and my stomach dropped. Mom’s name lit up the screen. I didn’t have time to panic. Kyle was between my legs, his mouth making me forget how to breathe. His tongue moved in slow, perfect circles, and my body responded instantly.

The thought made her pulse quicken, like she was holding a secret that wasn’t meant to be found. She hesitated only a moment before sitting cross-legged on the floor and flipping the cover open. Inside, in messy handwriting, was a title scrawled across the first page: “Collected Stories — From Women, For Women.” Chloe blinked. The handwriting was feminine, rushed, and almost secretive. She turned the page and read the introduction, scrawled in looping letters:

she orders with a whisper and moves even closer. Why is it so hot in here? I should shut up but…Kandy says I should speak…I will speak. “Everytime when I get hard…a-and when I touch myself, I say your name and I can’t stop” I say with a broken moan before I can stop myself and Kandy looks pleased as she leans into my space. She smells like sex and sin. “Kandy, baby…” I say her name, with my voice straining and we move closer, breathing hard and heavy, fueled by our dark confessions of lust.

They were all stories about incest, with titles like Backseat Mommy, Making Mommy Mine, What Mom Doesn't Know Will Fuck Her, Riding on Son's Lap, and Mom's Stocking Stuffer. I jotted down the titles, not wanting to leave behind any evidence of my violation of his privacy, erased my history and logged off the Internet. Still curious, I searched the word 'mom' on his files and found a plethora of stories he'd saved. I was shocked by the obvious conclusion that my son wanted to have sex with me, or at least that was his favourite fantasy. Yet I couldn't even begin to fathom how to deal with this knowledge. I shut down his computer and realizing the time, rushed out for my first showing of the d

“You fucked her in a public bathroom to get my properties under your name. That's quite dirty you know.” Xavier laughed deeply. Instead of feeling calm with his amusement, it felt as if goosebumps are appearing on my skin. “I had sex with Angela in the public bathroom to get your properties under her name.” I blanched. “That’s right honey. Those hotels are under Angela’s name and very soon, I’m going to strip S.H Fashion from you. All I need you to do is sit back and watch.”

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

Fucks slow and hard, always ending with him inside, breeding attempts real now. One day, the test showed positive. Two lines. I told him in our tiny kitchen, tears happy. He lifted me, spinning. "Our family starts." That night, he fucked me gentle, hand on the tiny bump already. "Love you, sis. My dirty secret." "Love you, Brother." We built a life, hidden but ours. The heir grew, sealing the dark bond. Taboo, but true.