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from INSATIABLE
Once he is strapped to the chair, Ayemeline straddles his lap. Using the pink knife, she slices down the front of his shirt, exposing his hairy chest. He watches her with numbed horror while a flood of tears gushes down his ghostly white cheeks. “You, Professor Matthews, are such a bad boy.” Ayemeline begins carving his skin. A smooth, straight line of blood trails from his collarbone to one pink nipple. A gut-wrenching scream tears through his chest. “Shhh. Shhh. Shhh. Don’t scream,” she whispers, placing her finger on his lips. I watch her as she meticulously carves out letters onto his chest. Pain and grief pour out of him in a flood of uncontrollable tears. “Please. Please. Stop.” “Don’t worry. I’ve got you, Professor”, she reassures. Professor Matthews squeezes his eyes closed as he braces himself for the pain. She carves until all that can be seen is red. The blood doesn’t gush in a constant flow like I would imagine it would after all that carving. It simply sits there, clasping the ripped flesh of his torso. When she is done, she stands up to admire her work. The words ‘BAD BOY’ are prominently displayed on his chest in blood. “You did a great job, little fox,” I praise with a smile. “Thank you. I’m so happy it pleases you.”
from RAVENOUS
She climbs into the shower and turns on the water. I watch as she stands under the shower. A warm, steady stream beats against her skin. She closes her eyes. Beads of water cascade down her skin. Below that showerhead is a fucking goddess. Too bad she’s annoying as fuck. By the time she comes out of the shower and towels off, I’m rock hard. There’s no hiding it. Her eyes trail down my body to the bulge in my pants. “You did enjoy the show,” she states matter-of-factly. “I’m going to enjoy it more when you’re on your knees choking on my cock,” I spit out. Pulling my cock out, I smirk at her. “Get on your fucking knees.” *** I know his game. He thinks he can break me for nothing more than his own pleasure. This is just fun for him now. Too bad for him, I am unbreakable. I smile at him as I descend to my knees. His swollen tattooed dick is in my face. The word ‘DESTROYER’ is written in thick black ink along the length. He is so thick. This looks like something that has definitely destroyed a lot of women, along with his attitude. Before he can say anything, I grip the base of his dick and sink it into my mouth. I need the upper hand. I won’t let him control me. It seems like he has the same idea because he pushes himself further into my mouth. Grabbing my hair, he proceeds to fuck my mouth violently. “Take it, bitch. Choke on my fucking cock.” I force a moan around his cock in response. He’s almost too thick to accept, but I will never let him know that. The corners of my lips are strained, and my eyes water. He grabs my hair even more tightly and pulls me into him. I ignore the pain in my scalp and the back of my throat. Soon, I won’t be able to breathe. I know it’s coming. I have to find a way to control my breathing. Don’t gag. Don’t cough. If I do, he will think he wins. He will never win. Who needs to breathe, anyway? Without warning, he pushes his dick further into my throat. I’m struggling to breathe. I need to concentrate. Do not focus on breathing. It’s just a lollipop. A giant lollipop that squirts salty liquid onto my tongue. A giant tattooed lollipop. I’ve sucked on a lot of lollipops before. I can handle this one. No biggie. The head of his dick is in my throat, and spit runs down my chin, landing on my bare breast. Remy grunts. “Choke on it, you fucking brat.” Your mother will choke on it before I do. I desperately want to say that to him, but my mouth is full. With a violent thrust, he forces his dick deep into my throat, his balls pressing against my chin. His hands tighten around my face, holding my head in place. He freezes this way for what seems like an eternity. I gag. No! No gagging. You can handle this. I count to ten in my head as I try to focus on not breathing. After ten seconds, he pulls out. A line of spit connects from his dick to my open mouth. I smile up at him. I wish I could see his face. I would love to see the defeat written all over it. “Are you done already?” I taunt. He says nothing. He simply grabs his dick and starts pumping it violently. A couple of seconds later, my face is covered in thick cum. It lands on my mouth and nose. I don’t flinch. Instead, I look him straight in the eyes and say, “Is that all you’ve got? I was sure you had more than that. Perhaps you should drink more water.”
from INSATIABLE
She keeps gawking at me, wide-eyed, like a baby owl. Her light hair sits on a messy, stringy heap on top of her head. She looks like she is wearing the clothes she slept in—baggy gray sweatpants, flip-flops, an oversized T-shirt that reads “Love Never Fails” across the front in a retro 80’s font. Even from where I stand, I can see her eyes appear pitch black. She’s pretty. That is if I was into the unhinged, messy with a touch of homelessness look. But, oh my God, why is she staring at me so much? Does she know me from somewhere? My muscles tense. Something about her makes me feel uneasy yet familiar. It's in her eyes. They are her most powerful weapons, intense and penetrating. I want to look away, but I can’t. My brain is telling me to look away—to run. But my curiosity is getting the best of me. In the background, I hear a name being called repeatedly. Eagar to end this very discommodious interaction, I force my gaze over to the boy behind the counter. He looks to be a freshman—short, blond hair and excitement from his newfound freedom in college—something I never got to experience. The boy looks at her as he calls a name I’m sure he’s pronouncing incorrectly. Her name? She does not budge. A few moments later, a punch comes hard and fast to my side. “That’s you, man,” Remy says as he nods toward the boy. The counter boy holds up my drink. I get up from the stool, and my legs instantly become weak. How long were we staring at each other? I walk up to the counter, grab my drink, and bolt out of that coffee shop as quickly as possible. I need to get some air. Suddenly, it’s hard to breathe. “Dude, what was that?” Remy finally catches up to me after I bolted out of the coffee shop. “What was what?” I say, feigning ignorance. “You and that girl at the coffee shop. You know her?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about, man. I’m just trying to get to class on time.”
from RAVENOUS
“Put it in your mouth, you dirty slut. Suck my cock while I watch her eat your pussy.” Valerie, or was it Victoria? Whatever the fuck her name was, knows how to devour a dick. She circles her tongue around the head of my cock before taking it into her mouth again. She’s lying on her back on the kitchen table as her friend spreads her legs and lowers herself between them. I watch as her tongue traces Vivian or Veronica’s swollen clit. She flicks her clit with her tongue before she takes two fingers and spreads her lips, stretching the hole. Inserting two fingers into her friend’s pussy, she pumps in and out. The girl sucking my dick moans enthusiastically against me. The vibration from her mouth sends a quick jolt of electricity through my body. Her head dangles backward off the table, and her mouth devours me. “Fuck, baby girl,” I growl. Soon both girls are at my dick. The first girl reaches between my legs and cups my balls before sucking them into her mouth while her friend licks up and down one side of my dick. I lean in and slap the girls’ asses. I feel the warm wetness between their legs. I need to be inside them. Before we can change positions, cupcake walks into the kitchen. He stares in a catatonic stupor. His mouth gapes, trying to decide whether to curse me out or walk away, I’m sure. The two girls don’t miss a beat as they continue to devour my dick. “You need something, cupcake?” “Wh… what are you doing? You’re on my kitchen table. That’s disgusting.” “I’m getting my dick sucked. You ever seen someone get their dick sucked before?” The blood drains from his face. “If you’re going to stand there, you might as well join in. I’ll let you borrow one.” Micah walks in an aggravated circle, laughing and talking to himself. “On my table.” He chuckles. “On my fucking table.” “Yo, cupcake. Stop talking to yourself. Okay. You don’t want to join, but you can watch. Grab a seat.” I smirk at him. “What?” “Take a seat and watch.” “I… I don’t want to watch. This is disgusting. I eat off that table. You have a room. Why do you feel the need to do this in the kitchen?” “Look, either you join, have a seat, or get the fuck out. Your face is killing the mood.” Micah stumbles back. “I can’t do this. I can’t.” He’s still mumbling to himself as he walks away. “Your loss, cupcake,” I yell after him. A few seconds later, I can feel my body tightening as my orgasm nears. I explode, my hot liquid making a mess on the girls’ faces. One girl grabs my dick and aims it down the other girl’s throat. I let out a deep moan, and more spurts of my warm, creamy cum erupt and splash all over her lips and tongue.
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