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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?"

By this time, she would be soaking wet, moaning his name and writhing in pure pleasure. It was then that he would put his huge cock in her, spreading her pussy wide and filling her up — just as she would like it. Next door, the slapping sounds grew louder and Yasmine's finger began to move faster inside her. “Oh, yessss!” she moaned now, not caring how loud she had gotten. “Fuck me, Stefan. Fuck me.” She thought of her Professor and how he had fucked her on his table in college — a bisexual man that had preferred to take her in her ass.

“You two always collect payment like this, or am I just special?” Roy’s laugh was low and dirty. “Special enough. Most girls don’t bend over this easy.” Hank’s thick fingers hooked into the waistband of my shorts and tugged once, testing. “Mouthy little thing. Bet that mouth does more than talk.” I felt the heat between my legs spike. My secret kink—the one I never admitted out loud—was already throbbing. Older men. Rough hands. Being used like I was nothing but a warm hole on the side of the road. These two had walked straight out of every filthy fantasy I’d ever gotten off to alone in the dark.

Chapter 5 While I was concentrating on fucking him, he was half-way watching the movie. “You like watching, don’t you?” He said, “I do. Men like to watch and women like to be watched.” “Do you wanna watch me?” “What would you do?” “Whatever you want me to do? What makes you hot?” I knew what type of stories he liked but it was very erotic to hear him say things he imagined me doing. “Maybe I’d like to watch you suck someone’s cock. Would you do that?”

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

They made him suck their cocks to get them hard again, his jaw aching from the girth. By dawn, Cindy was exhausted but glowing, lying in a puddle of semen. She pulled Mark close and kissed him. "I love you so much for letting me be this dirty. You're the best cuck a hotwife could ask for." Mark came untouched just from her words, his tiny orgasm adding to the mess, his heart skipped a painful beat, because his mistress will definitely punish for cumming without her permission. But deep down in that throbbing dick, he anticipated his arousal.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” I smile back. “Turn over,” he says. I flip around so his front is to my back. He pulls me close, and I feel the thickness of his morning erection press against my bottom. I wiggle slowly as he kisses my neck and trails his fingers down to my pussy. “So wet for me,” he whispers. I swirl my hips, whimpering at the sudden need that’s coursing through me. He turns away and I hear him open the condom, and in moments, bliss comes as he pushes inside. The angle is different and hits deep, causing me to cry out.

She felt the hot flood inside her, another man’s claim mixing with the first. As she lay there panting, shuddering through the aftershocks, Sasha’s climax reached its peak. Kael was hammering into her ass with unstoppable force. “Come for me, Sasha,” he growled, gripping her shoulders. Sasha’s cry was sharp, a dagger of pleasure. Her body tightened, then convulsed. Kael held her through it, then drove his own release into her with a final, ground-out groan. For a moment, there was only the sound of heavy breathing, the smell of sex thick in the air.

“Fuck no! I want more Isabella. I want more of your pussy. Give daddy all your slutty greedy pussy. Coming around my cock like you can’t get enough.” Their sex was hot and so wet now. Sweat was rolling down Mateo’s body dripping on Isabella’s breasts. Isabella’s pussy was overflowing with cream. Their hips slapped together rapidly with a repeated loud smack as Mateo drilled it out of her. Mateo grabbed her ass and slammed his cock deep, but he was already as deep as he could go. Isabella screamed underneath him and he grabbed at her moist young flesh, caressing and squeezing her firm tits. Pinching and pulling her nipples.

The next day at work felt like absolute torture. I was the manager of Velvet Desires, an upscale adult store located in a quiet corner of the city. We sold high-end toys, luxurious lingerie, premium lubes, and everything a woman could possibly want to explore her deepest fantasies. Normally I loved my job. I helped shy customers find their first vibrator, recommended the perfect bullet for discreet public play, and smiled through awkward conversations with complete confidence. Today, however, I could barely concentrate on anything.