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“Shut up. Open the door. Let me in. Close the door. You may speak, but only to answer my questions. Are you alone here?”
“…”
“Are you expecting someone soon?”
“…”
“Alright. Where’s your kitchen?”
She leaned back in her chair and looked Dan straight in the eyes, keeping her own features composed. Dan Webster was the new shooting star among Hollywood's directors, very much akin to Spielberg in the seventies. She had seen his last independent movie and had liked what she had seen. He was good, had an eye for talent and framing. What had most people talking about his work was his ignoring modern sensibilities, he showed and depicted what...
A bead of sweat ran down between Emily’s naked breasts and got soaked up in the bedsheet covering her hips. The heat in her one-room apartment was oppressive, summer in Atlanta was bad, a heat wave in Atlanta was worse but both with a broken down air condition was a nightmare.
Kyle was with Maya when she got knocked up. Those two were off and on. They'd stay together for a while until one day they had a big fight and Kyle fucked off for good. At least until the next time Kyle took her back. They fought all the time. He was convinced she was fucking all of us. She was, but Kyle never had enough of a spine to stop any of us.
From his hunched position, Nick's gaze darted across Katie's sprawled-out form, his heart beating unsteadily. She looked vulnerable and disheveled in sleep, head tilted to the side with lips slightly parted, one limp arm hanging off the edge of the couch. Her top was bunched up at her neck, one bare breast plump in his hand, the nipple of the other reddened and glistening. Her skirt was twisted around her waist, her legs obscenely spread around...
The gavel came down with a sharp sound as if to set the final punctuation to the judges sentence. Emily Wayne dropped into her chair. She had fought hard, against a ruling of personal responsibility in the bankruptcy case of her father’s company. After his death in a plane accident she was the only one left holding the bill. Emily had known that the business wasn’t doing great but, the full extent of the financial troubles had only hit her after...
The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories . They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.
The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the...
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Die folgende Geschichte ist ein fiktives Werk und dient ausschließlich der Unterhaltung. Alle in dieser Geschichte dargestellten sexuellen Handlungen...
I couldn't help but zoom in on the image, my stomach twisting in a tornado of anger and despair. Her nipples were hard, almost tearing through the fabric. It was a clear sign of arousal. The sight of her in his arms, her body betraying her. I just knew was playing with her unprotected pussy right there, for all to see, and she was powerless to stop him.
When I opened the door to my room, I found myself face to face with Blossom, the enigmatic beauty from earlier. She was completely naked, except for what I thought was jewellery that adorned her body. It was clear that she was indeed the gift the Sheik had mentioned. Her hair cascaded down her back like a golden waterfall, framing a face that could have been sculpted by the gods themselves. Her full, flush lips parted slightly, and those...
I was standing in my kitchen, with two cups of tea. Robin was in my bed. She had been snoring away when I got in from work. I guess I woke her up. I can’t believe the unfairness of it. She’d been out once already to visit the bathroom, ignored me and went back to bed. She’d been wearing my best Akira T-shirt when she’d appeared. Bouncing around in it enticingly, I didn’t mind that of course, it’d smell of her now.
A proud lesbian queen is captured during a brutal conquest and subjected to relentless violation by her enemies — a harrowing tale of defiance, degradation, and shattered vows.
He groaned, his hips jerking forward, and she felt the tip of him brush against her entrance. Slowly, she breathed, and he nodded, positioning himself at her opening. He pushed in inch by inch, filling her completely, stretching her until she thought she might break. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that had her nails digging into his back.
Her name was Sakura, Cherry Blossom, or at least that's what she was known as in the house of the Black Lotus. Nobody was using their right name in a place like this, I certainly hadn’t been given the name of Ajita at birth. Yet her name was so aptly chosen, like her namesake she was delicate and beautiful, and like the cherry blossom her beauty would be very fleeting.
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Amber cried uncontrollably as The Hunter got on top of her in the bed. She was too afraid of him to struggle. His cock brushed the entrance to her pussy. Amber closed her eyes and tears streamed down her face on her freckles. He slapped her face and commanded her to open her eyes. She felt forced to look at him as his cock slowly went deep into her cunt. Amber wailed and cried as the cock slowly moved in and out. His body pressed hard against...
She stood before him, her hands clasped behind her back, her gaze lowered. Her breathing was shallow as he slowly walked around her. The ground beneath her bare feet was cool, but the heat beneath her skin blazed relentlessly.
“This is everything I’ve got on her.” I said and handed the manila folder labeled with Claire Statton to the man sitting on the other side of the table. He had introduced himself as Mr. Brown, but I doubted it was his real name...
My cock invaded deep into her tight, dripping wet pussy. Her screams of protest were intoxicating. She tried desperately to prevent moans of pleasure from escaping her lips. I knew her body wanted this. Harder and faster I ravaged lovely Leila. Her screams begging me to stop made it so much more enjoyable. Fuck she was so desperate to stop moans of pleasure from escaping. Her resistance was fanning the flames inside my body....
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Cathy Kelley was used to having men gawk over her as a WWE personality, and especially the ones most women would consider “gross”, or, as the slang is these days, “incels.”
The vault’s cold metal floor bit into her skin as Paul’s assault drove her body against it repeatedly. The harsh fluorescent lights above flickered, casting grotesque shadows that seemed to dance and leer. Addie continued to scream and writhe in agony. The vault echoed with Addie’s muffled cries, the sound reverberating off the metal walls in a sickening chorus. Her body convulsed beneath Paul’s crushing weight, every nerve alight with searing...
The young whore who had been so entranced by Parata getting massaged swam up to her, close enough so it was natural to exchange greetings. ‘I’m Nymphe of Clitor,’ the girl introduced herself in Greek-accented Latin and, smiling, stood up on the bottom of the pool next to Parata.
‘Clitor? Where’s that?’ Parata checked out the lovely face of Nymphe and her perky breasts sitting high on her chest.
Bitte hören Sie auf, tun Sie das nicht!
Der Mann mit der Maske lacht, als der dein Betteln, dein Flehen hört. Aufhören? Warum denn? Ich habe doch noch gar nicht richtig angefangen. Bis jetzt war das doch alles nur Spielerei. Aber du hast recht, es wird Zeit, dass wir mit dem Spaß aufhören und Ernst machen!
Der Kerl richtet sich auf, stellt sich zwischen deinen Beinen vor das Bett, knöpft langsam sein Hemd auf und lässt es zu Boden gleiten....
It was one of those spring days when the air smelled of freshly mown grass. The holidays still lingered like a gentle breeze, a few carefree days before the final year of school began. I had earned them: the sun, the sea, and the golden, endless light of Egypt were barely a week behind me. My 18th birthday, celebrated under palm trees, had felt as if the world had stood still for a moment, just for me.
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He cruelly pinched Jill’s nose shut and barked “Bite me and I’ll make you pass out.” Jill gagged at the shaft inside her and refrained from biting. She let out a muffled scream as Mike slammed his cock into her dry pussy. Megan still held an iron grip over her arms. Dr. Ortiz was left to play with Jill’s perfect tits, which he did so by slapping them hard with his hands. Jill thrashed as best she could, but it was no use. She was now the victim...
When two siblings and a mutual friend decide to go off on their own during a botanical tour, they find themselves getting to know one another much more intimately, whether they want to or not. This was a story I had on RU and KB, and has a sci-fi and tentacle porn element to it. It was only time until hentai-inspired fair made its way to Ravishment Academy! There are incestual themes, body parts expanding beyond their normal limits, vine...
I start to explore my new body sexually, enjoying the feel of it, and also enjoying how revolted it makes Rey feel, that I am bringing her pleasure while using her body, and it makes it worse for her that I am enjoying it so much. I bring myself to multiple orgasms, testing the limits of my female body, I can totally get used to multiple orgasms, soon I am starting to finger myself, one finger, two then as I push three fingers in I feel pain and...
The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories . They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.
The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an...
The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.
The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the...
Lena Jorgenson was utterly miserable. She was thirsty, dirty and sweaty, the sun had been fully on her head for the last 2 hours she was getting dizzy and saw bright spots before her eyes. The medical training she had received before embarking on her mission trip to Africa told her those was the early signs of beginning sunstroke. “Well that’s something I wouldn’t have to worry about home in Stockholm” the young blonde thought. For a moment she...
The office was dark except for the single desk lamp, a file folder lay on the desk and a man reached out for it. The label CDF-2020-CH/005 was the only distinguishing mark on the otherwise plain looking manila folder. The man in the shadows had read it multiple times but started to leave through it again. This was his operation, his sacred mission, and he would not fail.
As failure was not an option reviewing all available data and contingencies...
