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We talked for hours as the night wore on. “You really thought about quitting because of burnout?” I asked, tracing a finger along his chest. “Yeah. Days blurred together. Then you started coming in regularly. Made me look forward to shifts again.” He smiled in the low light. “What about you? Why history?” “I like stories that last,” I said. “People who lived real lives hundreds of years ago. Makes my problems feel small.” We laughed softly. Then the touching started again. This time I climbed on top, riding him slow while we kept talking. He looked up at me like I was something special. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts, guiding my hips.

He immediately flipped me onto my stomach like I weighed nothing, yanked my hips up high, and slammed his massive cock balls-deep into my already destroyed asshole in one savage thrust. I screamed into the pillow. Jake started pounding my ass with merciless force — no warmup, no mercy, just pure brutal ownership. His hips crashed violently against my reddened cheeks as he railed my shithole like he was trying to break me permanently. “Take it, you filthy fucking anal whore,” he snarled, spanking my ass hard with every thrust. “This is what you get for prancing around the house in tiny shorts. This tight little shithole is going to be permanently gaping and leaking my cum by the time Mom and

Mason’s muffled groans vibrated through us both. The power was intoxicating. This man who had dominated my fantasies was now chained beneath us, taking everything we gave. Madison was relentless — riding his face until her thighs shook, then switching to ride his cock while I sat on his chest and made him watch. We took turns slapping his thighs, his chest, his face lightly. Every moan he gave fueled us. “Harder, Daddy,” I begged, bouncing on him. Madison slapped his cheek. “You heard her.”

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

as I wished that my mom would go back to fingering my pussy and rubbing my clit. I cried out a sobbing "Four" as another spank hit my ass. I was on the verge of tears, as I yearned for her fingers and thumb to move again. I cried out "Five" as another spank struck my ass. I literally cried out "Six" as another spank hit my sore ass and tears streamed down my face. I felt another spank and sobbed out "Seven" as my body was now wracked with pitiful sobs. I tried to ignore the pain to my ass cheeks, but another spank delivered to my immensely sore ass forced a sob of "Eight" from my trembling lips. Tears were now free flowing down my cheeks, as yet another hard spank forced me to cry out loudly

I ordered pizza for us and as they gamed, I fired up the laptop in my bedroom, curious to read the stories he'd been stroking to yesterday. As I read story after story, I was shocked both at the content of the stories and by what these stories were doing to me. My pussy was on fire, and my left hand slowly pleasured myself as I read each incestuous story. Some of the stories had dominant sons seducing their mothers, while others had powerful daughters dominating their mothers, while still others were more intimate and egalitarian in the sexual relationships between sons and mothers. I'd never even remotely considered my children in a sexual way, but yesterday's events of my son's masturbatio

My own slippers were nowhere to be found. 'Isn't that just hilarious, Erick?' I mocked myself. I dropped my suitcase and turned to Yoel. "I'm still waiting for an answer. Where's your kid?" Yoel gulped, looking like he wanted to stand but Sheila held him down. He gestured dismissively at me, "Erick, don't sweat it! We were just kidding around, playing Truth or Dare!" The girl with the bubblegum-pink hair next to him chimed in, dramatically clutching her chest. "Totally, Erick. Don't get it twisted! We always spice up the game with some racy jokes. It's all in good fun!"

SCOTT I was surprised when Dad put Mom over his lap and began spanking her. Not that she didn't deserve it. She'd cum without permission if she was serving as a slave. Then he started talking to her during the spanking and I realized she was no longer going to be a part time slave. Dad was going to enslave her permanently. Then he said she was going to serve at our poker game and I imagined Mom with Rob or Edward stretching her to capacity as they fucked her cunt and ass as Jerry filled her mouth. Mom orgasmed twice during her spanking and it was not a light one. I was hard as a post.

By that time, I was completely covered with cum, and was not allowed to clean off until I got home. That's actually how I got into this predicament. Sir was busy messaging the store manager and directing the action. He didn't cum while I was being gang banged. I thought that I had failed him, because I was really wanting him to cum as I was being slutty for him. I felt bad. He said that it wasn't my fault, that he was too busy directing things, but I still felt that I had failed. I insisted that I be punished for that. Stupid me. Sir can be very clever and evil in his punishments. He knows that I don't like pain, so he never does that. Sure, a spanking from Miss H happens occasionally, but h

Tilted her face up. His eyes were dark and hard and hungry. “You’re going to learn what obedience really feels like tonight.” Her thighs clenched. Without warning, he spun her and bent her backward over the desk. She gasped, palms splaying out on the cold wood as her back arched. He loomed over her, one hand on her sternum keeping her pinned. “Skirt up. Show me.” She hesitated. He slapped her inner thigh—hard. “I said. Show me that filthy little cunt.”