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Morning light sliced through the kitchen blinds in sharp golden bars. Vicky stood at the counter pouring coffee, trying to act normal. Her hands shook just enough to make the mug clink against the pot. She wore an oversized T-shirt that barely covered her thighs—no bra, no panties, nipples poking against the thin cotton like they were begging for attention.

“Then, why have I been hurting so much down there?” “You probably just have hemorrhoids!” Vanessa immediately went red at that. She doubled down and said, “That’s nonsense. I don’t have hemorrhoids!” “We checked. It was internal.” “Then, what about my puking?” “You have eating disorder.” “But I love Josh’s cooking!” “We’ve sent officers to your home. The only food in your kitchen is pig feed.” Pig feed? The words played on repeat in Vanessa’s head. “That’s impossible…” “Look, did it smell like this?”

#SteamyNight #SexClubExperience #UnexpectedDesires #EroticFantasy #NightclubSurprise #ThursdayNightThrills #DeliriousUrges #AlexanderAndLauren #SexualAwakening #FantasyFulfilled Always read tags. So you can skip if the themes are not to your taste. *** My new friend V is a complete contrast to me. She boasts a striking hourglass figure with brunette locks, a stark contrast to my 5-foot nerdy blonde self. While we're both freshmen in NYC, she embodies fearlessness in every aspect. Her daring spirit is obvious in her style. She has four distinct ear piercings and a lip piercing that add an edge to her amazing appearance. She exudes a boldness that I admire, a willingness to dive into any type

I got a wide grin on my face knowing this was going to be an interesting evening. As we were walking to dinner, heads were turning as Vick's tits jiggled freely and her long, well-defined legs were exposed to just below her pussy as her dress came apart with each step she took. I knew any guy that saw her was hoping for a peek at her pussy because I was hoping it would happen too. Vicki was confident, almost arrogant, in her good looks by attracting the stares she was getting from the men and the dirty looks from some of the women.

Manager harasses his busty not too bright new assistant. NB: This story contains some dangerous sex, public sex, oral, exhibitionism, voyeur, and NonConsent/Reluctance. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Walter Spackman had hit the jackpot as far as he was concerned. Martha, his grouchy old personal assistant had finally retired at the ripe old age of 67 and he had just hired a much younger new assistant, Victoria Anderson. For a horny old lech like Walter, Victoria was a dream come true. Not only was she the most beautiful creature he'd ever laid eyes on, complete with long peroxide-blonde hair, huge tits and a killer body, she was also the dumbest, most naïve bimbo he'd ever met.

Today, she was naked, on her knees, and surrounded by cócks. Lisa was 32 years old and had an angelic face. Her long dark curls cascaded to the middle of her back. She was five-foot-four and weighed no more than 125 pounds. She had a tiny waist and big boobs. Despite the size of her bouncy tits, her hourglass figure had even more sand at the bottom. Lisa could affectionately be referred to as a PAWG—Phat Ass White Girl.

One by one. “Oh, for fuck’s sake! I don’t know why they always send you two. You turn all the women into idiots.” She turned to the woman who had spoken and sucked in a breath. Now, that was true beauty. Her straight ash-blonde hair was styled in a trendy bob, and her eyes were a stunning violet. They were like jewels in her smooth, tanned, blemish-free face. Perhaps this one could join in the debauched threesome she had going in her mind.

Every step sounded confident. “ Girl's… do I look too serious? First day energy but make it CEO. Vega spun in her pink cropped singlet, black flair skirt, heavy soled boots– one black, one pink. A pink bag on her shoulder. Hair in two ponytails, black and pink. She looked like chaos in the best way. “Baby you look like you're about to buy the whole business department. We're serving goth Barbie meets the CEO. We ate and left no crumbs.”

“My wife.” “She is not part of our brotherhood, and she doesn't have the bloodlines or connections to help our family expand,” Vittorio muttered, his voice dropping into a whisper, a vicious bite behind his words. “Why on earth would you discard the alliance I arranged for you for a common stripper whore?” My vision went instantly narrow. A violent impulse flared in my chest, and my knuckles itched to slam directly into his arrogant face. Instead, I slowly curled my fist flat against my thigh, my eyes darkening as I locked gazes with him.

It begs until blood is dripping from knees and tears are staining cheeks and I am brought back to the theory of irrational masochism. I look up at a piece and I vaguely remember reading through this submission a while back. There are a couple of photos next to the written portion where a woman is naked, bound completely by red rope. Wax adorns the erogenous parts of her body as she lays across a bed. The pictures are vignette-Esque, only heightening the erotic scenario and making it ten times more personal. Funny enough, it reads: You came undone with only words, responding to a foreign language only spoken by I, one that asks you to strip from your clothes and submit every inch of your skin