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she managed to ask, her professional instincts not entirely abandoned. Felix reached into his desk drawer, retrieving a condom with practiced ease. "I want to be clear," he said, even as he tore the packet open. "This changes nothing professionally." Wendy squeezed his length lightly. "Less talking, more fucking, Mr. Harrington." His eyes flashed at her boldness. In one swift movement, he rolled on the condom and positioned himself at her entrance. "Is this what you've been wanting?" he asked, teasing her with just the tip. "Your boss bending you over his desk?"

********My Fantasy******** This story really began many years ago, when I was just 19. One night, something happened that would ultimately shape my life far more than I could have imagined at the time. I was sitting in my car with my girlfriend, Bella, listening as she confessed to having been unfaithful. To my surprise and confusion, I found myself becoming sexually aroused by what she was telling me. She explained that while I had been out of town, she attended a party, got drunk, and ended up sleeping with three men. I can’t fully explain why, but as she described the details, I felt a deep, almost trembling arousal.

I caressed his hard jaw to his soft lips. “Do you remember your fantasies? That you would fuck me here in our tent… your cock pressed inside me as I begged you to fuck me roughlessly… and you would kiss me the way I wanted to be kissed… pleasure me the way you know how to do it… your cum would all be inside my pussy. Isn’t that what you want to do with me in the first place? You would fuck me nonstop in the night until my cunt becomes sore and the first thing you do in the morning is to eat me. So let’s do it, Hendrix. Let us do what your fantasies were all about.” When he opened his eyes, they were even darker that I thought I was looking in some shadow. He gripped my clit that I wasn’t abl

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

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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.

My entire body rapidly caught on fire as I touched myself, rubbing my inner folds, getting my fingers wet with my juices. Sven's dirty texts swam through my head. I'll pin you to the floor and fuck you hard until all you can do is twitch under me and scream my name. That was my favourite so far. He made being helpless sound so sexy, I couldn't believe I was down for it. I was about to slide a finger from behind into my little love box when I heard movement behind me. I immediately withdrew my fingers, ready to stand up just in case it wasn't Sven and a coworker instead, but his voice reached me, and I shuddered.

When she finally shattered, it was with his fingers buried in her ass and his thumb grinding her clit, and she screamed so loudly he had to clamp a hand over her mouth to keep security from knocking. She squirted hard enough to splash the marble floor, body convulsing so violently he had to hold her up. He carried her inside, laid her on the bed, and started again. Three more orgasms ripped from her exhausted body before he finally let her sleep, plugged with his cum and a heavy steel toy he refused to remove. But Sasha was learning his edges too. In Milan, after another night of denial followed by overload, she waited until he was spent and dozing. She slipped from the bed, found the leathe

My tits bounce, my wrists strain against the rope, and every slap of his hips pushes me deeper into the mattress. And as if that's not enough, he grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks my head back, bringing a knife to rest on my bare throat. Oh Goddddddddddddd! I go to the clouds and come back down again all at once. Feeling my very fantasy turning out just how I want it. Oh fuck! Oh fuck!!! Ohhh fuckkkk!!! I'm so happy, turned on and wet that I sob in contentment. “Moan for me sweet thing. Let me hear what kind of slut begs for a knife at her throat while she's being fucked.”