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To be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

she whispered, and they kissed each other. From that day, they were inseparable. The sex was fire, and the connection was undeniable. Months later, she got pregnant, and they got married. On their wedding night, the memory of Tyler’s humiliation burned into their souls like a brand. It was a day of revenge, dominance, and ultimate submission. Sometimes, some lessons… need to be taught the hard way.

“Perfect. So much to grab.” He spread my cheeks, his tongue diving into my pussy hole from behind. Licking deep, slurping my juices, then up to my asshole, rimming me wet and dirty. I pushed back, moaning like a whore“Oh god, yes! Eat me!” He tongued me for what felt like forever, making me grind on his face. My clit throbbed, close to cumming but he stopped, flipped me back over. “Gonna fuck you now,” he said, stroking his cock. “Raw and no condom. You on the pill?”

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

The Italian rolled off his tongue so easily and the goosebumps spread across my arms and up the back of my neck so fast it startled me. The cold office suddenly felt several degrees too warm. "What does that mean?" I whispered before I could stop myself. "Why don't you come to my office right now and take my cock into that sweet little mouth of yours. Maybe then I'll tell you what it means." His voice rasped hotly. My breath hitched. Hot heat rushed between my legs immediately and crossing them tighter right now was not helping in the slightest. "Why don't you go pay a sex worker to come suck your cock day and night,

he growled against her mouth. Tia moaned softly and reached down to rub his cock through his shorts. “I’ve been soaked since we got here. I need you.” Alex shoved her dress up around her waist and pushed two thick fingers straight into her pussy. She was dripping. He fingered her roughly, curling them while his thumb rubbed her clit. Laughter and music floated in from the backyard, only twenty feet away. “Such a dirty slut,” he whispered. “My brother’s right out there and you’re in here creaming on my fingers.”

“You want our cum, don’t you? Want us to breed you like a cheap whore?” I nodded frantically, tears streaming, my body trembling on the edge of orgasm. Tyler took over my mouth while Kai moved to my ass. He spat generously on my tight hole, working one finger in, then two, stretching me open. “Not yet,” Kai warned when I whimpered. “But soon. We’re going to ruin every hole tonight.” The double penetration in my pussy grew faster and more brutal. Leo and Marcus were groaning and grunting like animals, their cocks sliding together inside me, making wet, obscene sounds.

Toni’s fingers found my mine too, rubbing in tight circles as she sucked harder. “Tazz, you close?” she asked. “Yes! Fuck, yes!” I cried, my body vibrating. “Don’t stop!” The room was filled with desperate moans and the sound of skin slapping skin, the air thick with the scent of sex. It hit us all at once. Toni’s cries muffled against me, my body shaking as I came on her face and Alec’s groan loud as he spilled inside her. My vision blurred, the pleasure crashing through me as I gripped the headboard so hard my fingers hurt.

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.

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.