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Story 10: The Married Neighbor’s Secret Emma could barely breathe as Ryan carried her through the back door into her own kitchen. Her sundress was bunched uselessly around her waist, his thick cum still leaking from her freshly fucked pussy and running down her inner thighs in warm, sticky trails. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably, her mind spinning from the dangerous outdoor sex against the side of her house where any neighbor could have seen them. The risk had made her cum harder than she had in years.

“I want you to stretch me open and fill me with your cum while Mom’s right there.” The dirty words made him grind harder. He shoved two fingers back into my cunt while his cock rubbed my clit relentlessly. The dual sensation — his thick fingers stretching me and his fat cockhead grinding my clit — sent me spiraling into a third orgasm. This one was shattering. My pussy clamped down on his fingers, squirting again as my whole body convulsed. I had to bite his shoulder to stay quiet. Waves of dark, taboo pleasure crashed through me, leaving my cunt swollen, dripping, and aching for his cock.

My thighs trembled, the muscles jumping as I fought the urge to spread my legs wider, to beg him for another finger, for his whole hand. Instead, I gripped the edge of the table. He shifted his hand, adding a second finger. The stretch made me gasp, my eyes squeezing shut for a fraction of a second. Two fingers now, thrusting in unison, scissoring slightly inside me, opening me up. The pressure was immense, a fullness that crowded out every thought except the sensation of being used right here in the open. "100 million dollars," Aaron suddenly said, voice filled with authority. The entire room gasped.

The old university library smelled of aged paper and secrets. It was past eleven when I slipped between the tall shelves in the restricted section, heart racing. No one was supposed to be here this late, but I couldn’t resist. My fingers trembled as I pulled out a worn leather book titled Forbidden Desires of the Victorian Age. The pages held explicit stories that made my cheeks burn and my body ache.

Without really meaning to, he ended up clicking over to one of his favorite p**n sites, an open forum where amateur nude photos of women were the bread and butter. He clicked on a promising looking link, and gawked at the screen as he clicked through a photoset of an insanely attractive woman around hismom’s age. She slowly stripped her clothes off, photo by photo, giving him a slow, still striptease, and exciting Billy’s cock into a state of rock hardness. “Have you had any luck?” “The door swung open, and his mom stepped in through it. Billy only just barely had enough time to click to a different tab.

On a side table, rows of red candles sat beside bottles of oil and lube. "What the hell?" Emma gasped. She never imagined Romero would be such a freak. She imagined him bringing sexy girls into this secret playground. Yes, he was rich enough to get girls who shared similar sexual kinks. She thought about how he would make their bodies coil with a mix of pleasure and pain... Images of Romero doing freaky things with baddies filled Emma's mind. A rush of heat flooded her body. Her nipples stiffened against her lace bra. It rubbed against the fabric. A warm, throbbing sensation bloomed between her thighs. Her pussy grew slick. The sudden wetness made her press her legs together.

“Fuck, Ava.” She took him into her mouth, sucking the head while her tongue swirled around it. Her free hand slid between her own legs, fingers circling her still-sensitive clit. She moaned around his cock, the vibration making him curse. “Goddamn, look at you,” Noah said, voice low and filthy. “Sucking my dick like a greedy little slut while you play with your soaked pussy. You love this, don’t you? Love having my cock in your mouth.”

The mirrors on the side wall reflected everything, my muscular body driving into her, her legs wrapped around my waist, her full breasts bouncing wildly with every brutal thrust. “Look at the photos,” I growled, gripping her throat lightly. “Look at your dad’s face while I fuck you on his desk.” Isabella moaned louder, staring at the framed picture of her father shaking hands with some celebrity. The taboo made her pussy clench even tighter around me. “Harder!” she begged. “Fuck me like you hate him!” I pounded her mercilessly, the wet slapping sounds obscene in the quiet office. I flipped her over, bending her across the desk so she was facing the large window overlooking the gym floor. Any

We just pretend it never happened? …I don’t know what else to do. Your father would never understand. Then we don’t tell him. …You know it doesn’t work that way. Secrets like that always come out.* I want to scream. Want to throw my phone across the room. Instead I type: *I don’t care. I want you anyway.* The three dots appear and disappear for a solid two minutes. Finally: *You’re going to drive me insane, little wolf.* *Good. Maybe you’ll stop being so stubborn.

Heat flooded my face, but my pussy clenched around Marcus's fingers anyway. She continued. “You masturbate, right? You read dirty books while playing with your pussy in the goddamn library.” The embarrassment mixed with arousal in the most humiliating and thrilling way. Marcus slowly withdrew his hands, wiping the wetness on my thigh as he straightened himself. His voice was calm yet had this controlling aura. “This is a private matter, Miss…” “Sarah,” she interrupted, completing her own name. She stepped closer, eyes flickering between us with clear heat. “And if you want me to keep quiet about your little fuck hours, professor, you have to include me too. Fuck me, right now.”