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I blinked, staring down at my phone screen— I froze. My eyes widened, my lips pressing tight as I stared at the number my fingers were swiping over. Mr. Steele. My throat tightened as I stared at his number and just like that, every fucking image I've been trying to push into the back of my head, came rushing back. The way I fucked my pussy like a woman starved. Spread out on my matrimonial bed, moaning his name like some slut not knowing I'd accidentally FaceTimed him. My thighs pressed together as those commands replayed in my ears.

'' Steffan smirked as he stood up from the couch and fished something out of the drawer of his table. A vibrator. Karlisle tightened his jawline. ''Holy shit...'' Steffan inserted the vibrator inside him as Karlisle watched. Karlisle bit his lips. ''Tell me how it feels~'' ''It feels so good... Stretching my tight hole...'' 'Better than my dick?''' ''Your dick is better... Ahh!'' Steffan screamed as he bucked his hips as he found his prostate. Karlisle moved down on the floor and pulled the vibrator out of Steffan's hole and started sucking it while staring straight at Steffan's eyes. ''Just tastes like you..''

Underneath was a tight tank top but no bra and a long skirt, but no panties. I was taken to Dr. Sterling‘s home office again. The driver kept the door open as she waited in the hall. She occasionally looked up from her cell phone to see what was happening. From where she was sitting, she couldn’t see that Dr. Sterling was staring at my bare pussy. She had no idea that I was gently grinding and that Dr. Sterling was sticking his tongue out and wiggling it in accordance with my movements.

He says and I nod still as I continue to gather my still scattered wits. “So I’m guessing you’re the owner of Sizzle and Steam right?” he asks and I nod “Just you alone? Because you mentioned a partner?” he prods and I shake my head “I own fifty percent of Sizzle and Steam. Cameron my partner owns the other fifty percent.” I explain.

He leaned down, sucking one nipple hard while pinching the other, his hips snapping faster. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled. “This pussy was made to be watched. To be used by the Society.” He sped up, pounding into me harder. The wet, obscene sound of his cock slamming into my dripping cunt filled the room. I wrapped my legs around him, nails digging into his back as pleasure built like a storm. He reached between us and rubbed my clit in fast circles. “Come for me, Stella. Let the cameras see how you break.” I shattered.

I said and Mr Levinson laughed cheerfully. "With such a man I am going to be rich beyond my wildest dreams. haha haha!" Mr Levinson yelled on top of his voice. The conversation between us was obviously over so there was no need to sit next to him. I am his pole dancer and also his prostitute and yet I am still a virgin. It is all thanks to that stranger but he can't possibly keep this up.

The bedroom was huge and luxurious. Valeria opened a large drawer beside the bed and took out several items. She laid them on the silk sheets: a thick black dildo with realistic veins, a smaller pink vibrator, a bottle of lube, and a pair of shiny metal nipple clamps. “Lie on the bed,” Valeria ordered. “On your back. Legs wide open.” Aurora obeyed. She spread her thighs, showing her red, swollen pussy. It was still dripping from her previous orgasms.

Thick, veiny, impossibly hard, jutted between her smooth thighs, leaking lots of precum. A buff guy came behind her, his heavy swinging pipe pressing against her bleached pink hole. I almost came on the spot. Picturing myself as the guy behind Kira, my dick leaking like a teenager's. He gripped her hips, slamming her down his rod, her pink tiny pucker gaping open. Her eyes widened, legs shaky, lips parting in a whimper, staring directly at the camera. At me.

I connected my phone, opened the private browser tab I kept bookmarked, and cast the video to the screen. The scene loaded instantly and a girl about my age, dark hair, small tits, getting railed on a kitchen counter by an older man. He was tall, muscled, salt-and-pepper hair, the kind of body that looked like it still lifted heavy things for fun. He had her legs hooked over his arms, pussy spread wide, cock slamming in deep and slow while she moaned like she was dying from pleasure. The sound filled the living room with wet slaps, her high-pitched whimpers, his low growls telling her to take it, take every inch.

Vera His hand tugged up on his length slow as if he was enjoying it as much as I was. That or he got off on knowing I would watch him. He sighed, and the phone moved, giving me a wider look. I could see his tatted stomach, and I stared as if in a trance as his stomach flexed. His hand slid down his length and my fingers slid down my stomach and between my legs. I slipped my fingers into my wet heat and gasped as I followed his movements. The snarl ended as he started to pick up speed and opened up the chat. His little avatar popped up from the bottom of the screen and I knew he was here in the chat. I pressed the camera button and lowered the phone between my legs. I lifted my leg up and pla