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Caleb Angeles, 37 year old man, has a huge cock, married as well, and he was so fucking good. I loved his cock. He loved my cunt. We had five to seven videos together and the viewers loved it, so Jayson paid me for another bonus. I actually love this job. I am being satisfied on sex and they are paying me well as well. It was better than to stay at home and wait for my husband’s little cock. “Are you free tonight? I want another round.” Caleb whispered to me after cumming in my pussy. I wrapped his cock around my fingers, he moaned. The director already said cut but we still want more.

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.

“Are you ok with that? I can assure you I’m clean. I send my test results to the agency regularly.” I know that’s part of their criteria, so I nod. “Yes, Sir. That’s fine.” He takes out a big bottle of lube from the drawer. “Don’t look so worried,” he says, “I know what I’m doing.” “Thank you, Sir.” I hope he fucking does. “Ever had an anal orgasm?” he asks, fisting his monster. I’m honest. “Yes, Sir. I love anal.” “I can assure you this is going to be better than you’ve ever had before.”

“I’ll give you every style you want me to Ella. Let's give it a try. You can't continue like this forever. Your addiction needs to be conquered. One day your mummy will find out about this life you're living and you wouldn't be proud of it.” “You don't have a different d!ck size. I want a different d!ck size every time.” All that he was saying, wasn't any of my concern. Mother would never find out about my s*x life. I promise that. “Ella, think about this again. She'll eventually find out and that wouldn't be good. Give us a chance and leave this lifestyle alone. Even in class, you can ask me to follow you and zip down, I’ll do it..” he said and for some moment, my heart melted.

I figured I would get to the store about 6:30 and that would only give me 15 minutes or so to quickly shop and get out of there. Although I was nervous driving to the store, as I parked in front of the seedy looking building and walked toward the door, I felt OK. I mean, lots of people shop at these stores and lots of people enjoy anal sex. Why should I be embarrassed to buy a plug? The sign above the door showed the name of the store Temptations and under the name it said video booths, toys, clothes and magazines. I guess they had not updated the sign since BluRays came out. I took a deep breath and opened the door. The store was surprisingly bright. I saw three or four men by the magazine

“Better get dressed, sis. Wouldn’t want them to see what a mess your stepbrother made of you.” I stand up on shaky legs, cum dripping down my thighs, uniform ruined, body marked with hickeys and handprints. The taboo has only just begun. And I’m already addicted.

His voice was thick with lust making me adjust on my heels. “Alright. Let's have a chat. Leave the clothes on the floor.” He said pointing towards a chair in front of him. “Do you have a certain kink you gravitate to?” He asked when I sat down. “I enjoy many different things… like threesome, bisexual, anal, taboo.” “Taboo?” He cleared his throat. “What do you consider as taboo?” “I don't know… cheating housewives, step siblings, age gaps.” He smiled adorably as if the thought of indulging in this is cute. Then his smile dropped. And he's back to business. “Show me how you masturbate.”

Tabitha stated, repositioning herself to talk to Blake, who sat on her bed. “So what’s your excuse?” Blake asked, looking at Tabby. “I’m reevaluating this person who we were looking to promote, but he has a very unique fetish that only came to light tonight,” Tabby said, placing her tablet to the side to conduct a conversation with Blake. “Oh? What fetish this rising star has, if I might ask?” Blake asked, almost knowing in his heart. “He loves pregnant women and becomes their subordinate in the presence of them,” Tabby said shyly.

"That's a good thing, right? Intense is sexy." "Tash, something happened," I said, my voice barely a whisper. And then, the whole story came pouring out of me. The locked drawer, the journal, getting caught, the blackmail, the deal. I left out no detail. I told her everything—my fear, my shame, and my sick, twisted arousal. When I was finished, the room was silent. Tasha just stared at me, her mouth slightly agape, her eyes wide with shock. "Holy shit," she finally breathed out. "Holy. Fucking. Shit, Elara."

he says with a smirk plastered across his face. “Please no …no. Stop.” *SMACK* “Ahh…I'm a whore. One” *SMACK* “Ahhhh.. I'm a whore. Two” …..Five,....SIX…..Ten…... .Twelve….. Nineteen. “So this is the final deal” Clover fondled her head gently stroking her hair and caressing her ass cheeks with the stick. Her ass was all red and bruised. *SMACK* “Ahh.. I'm a whore. Twenty.”