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I panicked, Jax slipping out the window like a ghost. Body aching, pussy throbbing, I dressed slow, cum still inside. Downstairs, his eyes met mine over coffee promise of more anytime. The weekend? Far from over.

” He the began ro fuck her hard and carried her towards the table dropped her and bent her back and began thrusting from behind “Zay-nn ah-ah-ah f-uck it -fe-els so go-ood “she moaned out loud He continued thrusting in and out of her until he felt her walls squeezing tighter until she came not soon long after he came… She then tried to stand up but failed to as her legs were shaking ..she then dropped her head feeling shy ,she couldn’t believe they just had sex in a class… “Let’s wait a little “he said Then they waited and had many conversations well they mostly kissed and all until she felt she could walk again Then walked out of the class And bumped into Zayn’s friends She then decided to

“I never stopped wanting you.” My chest ached. “That’s not my problem.” “Maybe not.” His thumb brushed my bottom lip. “But you still came apart on my cock like you never stopped wanting me either.” I slapped his hand away. “This isn’t a rom-com. We’re not getting back together because the sex was good.” “Who said anything about getting back together?” He smirked. “I’m just saying we’re stuck here all weekend. Might as well make it interesting.” “You’re unbelievable.”

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

A SEX SLAVE FOR MY DAD'S BEST FRIEND 1. My name is Sami, and I am 33 years old. I have been a slave for about three years. Prior to that I was married to a nice, but VERY vanilla man. He had been brought up that having sex was for making babies, and that's it. He didn't follow that to the letter, as we did have sex occasionally...but certainly not often and definitely not very exciting. The master has asked me to write about our relationship from the beginning until now. Sharing it with you is part of the task as well. Just like any task that I do, there are rules. The rules for this are as follows:

The hands started pounding on the flywheel, one more punch and one more again. The wheels of the car were sliding down the road so fast that the trees looked like blurs. Enrico opened the windows, allowing the cold air to whip his face. His uncle’s voice still reverberated in his mind, the information collected, along with the coin and the pen drive, confirmed what Enrico was so afraid to admit to himself: he was wrong about his own wife. The woman he loved was a fake. He was tired of that fake marriage, it was time to teach a lesson to the woman who bewitched him with her charms.

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."

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

He grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. “Let me go.” “Wellsy, for fuck’s sake, can you just be a little bit patient?” I stopped. “There's nothing you can say to make me feel better about this.” “Fine. See it as a threesome, that's something everyone has undeniably wanted to try out.” “Not as a normal thing, Adrian. You're telling me that every time you like a girl, you…” “No!” He cut me off like he knew what I was about to say. “It's just the sex.”

And I felt every drop fill me up. Meanwhil, beside us, Gabby's body jerked. Her fingers working her clit through the last waves of her own orgasm as her legs shook witha final wet gush soaking the sheets beneath her. “Oh fuuccckkk" she gasped as convulsed through it. Then she collapsed. Connor collapsed. Desmond collapsed. And we laid there. All four of us. Breathing. Sticky. Broken. Two couples that came for a retreat and got exactly what we came seeking… to spice up our marriages. FUCK!