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The authority he carried in the classroom was nothing compared to the raw, commanding presence he held over me in the dark of this room. A slow, breathless laugh bubbled up in my throat as I met his unyielding gaze, the truth of what had just happened settling into my mind. I finally fucked professor Dickson. And he fucked me so good that I know, without a shadow of a doubt, I'm going to keep coming back to fuck him again and again.

I love how she is acting all bold despite how she was quivering and sweating for fearsome minutes back. “Well, actually, you are right there. It is not a stenching den, as I had presumed, but only God knows what you two have been doing to have such a... not so brassy life. So, what have you done to achieve this somewhat bearable life, huh? Selling yourselves on the streets? How many men have you screwed, huh? Dozens, right?” What are we now? Sex workers? “Well, what we have done to attain this should be none of your fucking concern, bitch! We didn’t screw your husband. Did we?”

One was fucking her mouth with his dick whilst the other two was fucking her pussy and ass at the same time with their hard dick. As passion filled the room, groans and moans could be heard, Linda forgot what was going on as her lust took over her reasoning. It wasn’t until they finished and she had a very powerful orgasm and squirted all over them did she remember the circumstance that brought about the best sex of her life. Sweaty and exhausted, she slept off and woke up to an empty room and work card belonging to ‘Mike’s Exotic Male strippers’. Blood drained from her face when she now realized the reason the men were so good at pleasing a woman, it was because they were sex workers.

It hurt like a bitch at the time and the scar is really ugly to look at, but it changed my life for the better, after all. I was 19 then, now I’m 24. Yet, no man has fucked me the way he did. And for someone who fucks at least once a day, that’s disappointing, really. I’m not looking for a repeat with him, ew no. But is it only the dangerous kinky men who know how to fuck a woman good? I love to bring pleasure. I’m the best at what I do. It’s why I left my former place and built my own place underground the streets of Storey County.

They made him suck their cocks to get them hard again, his jaw aching from the girth. By dawn, Cindy was exhausted but glowing, lying in a puddle of semen. She pulled Mark close and kissed him. "I love you so much for letting me be this dirty. You're the best cuck a hotwife could ask for." Mark came untouched just from her words, his tiny orgasm adding to the mess, his heart skipped a painful beat, because his mistress will definitely punish for cumming without her permission. But deep down in that throbbing dick, he anticipated his arousal.

It was a hot soup placed in a bowl, a large chunk of fresh meat on another plate, and milk. “That’s for me?” I asked for clarification. I didn’t know that whores are treated like this. From what I heard, whores after sex will leave their owner’s room and get foods themselves. Clearly, I was an exception for the number one because I lost my consciousness after sex and I couldn’t move my body after waking up. But well, maybe the Alpha Jacob was kind enough for all of this. I snapped at him and saw him watching me with hawk eyes.

The pain in her flower had vanished, replaced instantly by a dense, tingling itch—part craving, part pressure—that made her involuntarily clench around the man’s shaft. But that single squeeze unleashed a storm of primal desire within the man. “Ah… ah… no…” Her legs were violently spread apart by the man, stretched to the limits of human flexibility. Her tight flower, enveloping his massive, erect member, presented a lewd, unadulterated sight before him. His member thrust in and out of her pussy like a raging storm. With each thrust and withdrawal, the hard, burning shaft delivered wave after wave of stimulation to her sensitive pussy. Her tight walls couldn’t help but suck on his cock, yet

“Look at you. Blindfolded, skirt around your waist, pussy clenching on my fingers like you’re starving for cock. And you’re pressed right up against the glass where the entire city could watch if they only knew how to look.” My stomach flipped with a sick, thrilling mix of shame and desire. I didn’t know the glass was one-way. All I could picture were office workers across the street, executives in neighboring towers, maybe even a cleaning crew on a scaffold, their eyes locked on my half-naked body while Kai used me. The thought made me gush around his fingers. “Kai—please—” “Please what?” He added a third finger, stretching me open. The wet, obscene sounds of him fingering me filled the qui

That fucking diamond pattern from your cubicle, unmistakable, like a dirty little secret laid bare. Your mind spins, lust twisting into something darker. Could it be Sabrina? The thought’s a blade, sharp and hot, slicing through you. The idea that the goddess from the office, with her angelic smile and fuck-me eyes, could be this filthy little exhibitionist—it’s too much. You’re rock-hard, imagining her spread open in that cubicle, touching herself while you’re just feet away, clueless. Who the hell is Kat18, and how deep does this rabbit hole go? ****************

I had earned it through hard work. I had also earned it on my knees, on my back, and bent over a copy machine with my boss’s cock buried deep and his cum filling me while the rest of the world went about its ordinary business. Some nights I still can’t walk past that room without getting wet. Some nights he still texts me a single word—Now—and I go. The risk is still there. The hunger is still there. And I have no intention of stopping. Because once you’ve been fucked over a copy machine by the man who signs your reviews, ordinary sex starts to feel like a pale imitation.