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wrongonesin: He did everything slow. He’d walked slow into into my house - with a key that worked in the front door. He slowly pointed the gun at me, fingers on his masked lips to tell me to be quiet. Strolled to the dining room and pushed me over
wrongonesin: I fucked him past the point of no return. He grabbed my ass almost in a panic as the sensation overwhelmed him, and I slowed so I could feel each pulse and spurt of his strong ejaculation inside me.
wrongonesin: “Doesn’t it feel good, Cassi? Much better than just fantasizing, Isn’t it?” “Y-yes! Unh.. Oh, yes!” I couldn’t believe I was actually fucking. Let alone my big sister’s boyfriend. And with her smiling in approval. What had
wrongonesin: There was nothing like feeling him swell, and twitch, and spunk hot in me, knowing what could happen.
wrongonesin: I was still shaking from my own fantastic orgasm when I heard him gasp and felt him swell. I had to get off quickly even though it felt so good. But as I raised myself off him he grabbed my hips and held me. Just for a couple seconds before
wrongonesin: I’d promised myself I’d pull off before he came. He had promised himself he was going to knock me up. His hands on my hips let him keep his promise, and made me break mine.
wrongonesin: I was Skyping with my husband while he was on his business trip, and we’d been talking all sexy about missing each other and what we’d do when he got home, when the intruder broke in. He was faster and stronger than me, and had the gun
wrongonesin: Going down on my boyfriend totally turned me on. Feeling him twitch in my mouth and groan as I used my tongue made me so wet. And it didn’t matter if he came down my throat quickly. It just meant he’d last a lot longer when I put the
wrongonesin: None of the men were allowed to touch us, but they watched. 25 or more of them in a circle that closed around us as we were brought in. They watched as we were stripped. They took their cocks out as we were forced onto our backs and tied
wrongonesin: One held me and made me watch each other. Forced me to look at his face as he settled his between my pried open legs. His eyes flashed as he pushed his way into me heedless of my scream. Smiled in as his shaft stretched me open and shoved
wrongonesin: I was rebellious, independent, wanton. An embarrassment to the family, so they contrived to have me committed for ‘hysteria’. Every week, they tried new therapies and treatments designed to make me fit to rejoin society, I gave them
wrongonesin: I was really groggy waking up. Still fuzzy headed. The room was still spinning, and the thump of the party music was still loud, but muffled through the walls. I tried to roll over and get up - but couldn’t. I discovered that I couldn’t
wrongonesin: After his corny intro line, we’d hit it off so well, and he was so fucking hot. We talked over drinks, laughed, and danced all night in the hotel disco, but were really just dry-humping each other by the end of the night and knew we had
wrongonesin: I was so lost in pleasure I didn’t realize he was cumming in my unprotected pussy until the flash photo went off. That’s when I also realized we weren’t alone.
wrongonesin: I always cum when Daddy puts his stuff right where it belongs.
wrongonesin: Sometimes I imagine, as I’m walking down the street, some random guy - like that one that just passed me on the sidewalk, turning, grabbing me and bending me over, flipping my skirt up and panties down or to the side, pulling his hard
wrongonesin: He does this to me any time he wants. Anywhere he wants. He’s got me so bad, He can make me cum with a stroke and a word. All he has to do is look at me, reach for me, and I’m a wet slut for him. I’m powerless to stop him.And why
wrongonesin: “Take it, take it, take it.” His hoarse whispers matched the swell and twitch of his cock as he filled me with cum. Always. Always. Always.
wrongonesin: The way he twitched and pulsed inside me as we came together. The way my inner muscles squeezed and milked him. It was like my pussy was drinking his cum, swallowing it into my womb.And I was so, so thirsty. Even though he spoils me, my
wrongonesin: Almost nine months to the day, he sent me a gif on my phone. He’d never even hinted he had anything like it. I was staring at it looping, remembering the day, feeling myself getting wet, when the first real contraction hit. Why I like
wrongonesin: They made sure I watched each one of them cum in me. They made sure that I’d remember the impossibly stuffed feeling, the pulsing of their cocks, the looks on each of their faces as they finished deep inside me. Against the day I’d look
wrongonesin:He told be he’d count to 100 then stop if I didn’t cum. But he’d start again if I did. I made it to 79. And then to 43. And then… I forget. Later, he told me he got to 100 after I passed out. —-Thank you to 100 followers!
wrongonesin:The cum was hot against my skin, but cooled rapidly - everywhere but inside. My new Sisters adjusted me on the tilted bench so that my opened pussy pointed straight up in the center of the dance floor, but also so I could see each pledge boy
wrongonesin: There was something extra kinky about having an OB/GYN as a FWB. The man had *knowledge* and boy, did he know how to use it. He had a mental map of a woman’s body - of my body - that showed him every button to press. Sex with him - even
wrongonesin: I screamed around the gag as the “doctor” forced a third wrenching orgasm from me with that fucking evil wand. The underfunded student services clinic had been overbooked for weeks and I’d needed a checkup and prescription renewal
wrongonesin: My strength to fight had failed. and he wasn’t stopping. With a sadistic grin he grabbed my neck and made me look at him. “Gonna knock you up,” he sneered. And then fucked harder, his body slapping against mine as his cock slammed
wrongonesin: “Have you ever watched yourself cum?” he asked, moving the mirror into place.I shook my head no, embarrassed by the question, but also unable not to look at my reflection. I hadn’t taken much rope to bind me, immobile and open. Seeing
wrongonesin: Friday after work, just like every Friday, I headed up to the penthouse of my apartment instead of my little 1-bedroom on the 5th floor. It was part of the ‘special arrangement’w with the landlord. In exchange for a place in Midtown
wrongonesin: I was in a haze from what was in the drink they’d made me swallow. Maybe that’s why I just climbed on the bed and spread my knees when they told me to. And why I didn’t try to get away when one of the masked men knelt behind me and
wrongonesin: Daddy had gone too far at the dinner party, not letting me fly to Paris with my ‘slutty friends’ for the weekend, and I left in a huff. I was so mad, I had to get back at him. I’d show him. I’d fuck his driver. and make sure he found
wrongonesin: The first minutes had been violent and fast. He’d managed to get the gag in my mouth before I was fully awake, so my attempts at crying for help where muffled as he roughly and efficiently bound my hands and then flipped me over and secured
wrongonesin: One moment, I was turning the key to my apartment building door and something wet and stinging covered my nose and mouth.The next moment, I woke to lights passing by overhead. My head cleared and terror gripped me as I realized I was naked,
wrongonesin: I’d never felt so exposed and vulnerable in my life. Or so frightened. But it actually got worse. Four men, all masked entered the room and began setting up video cameras on tripods. As I reasoned and then pleaded with them to let me go,
wrongonesin: I begged and begged for him to stop, to let me go. To at least put a condom on. My pleas only made him fuck me harder and faster, growling his refusal each time. Telling me all I was for was fucking, how full his balls were, how he’d been
wrongonesin: “Fuck, fuck! She’s good. She’s going to make me cum!” The sound was muffled by her thighs, and I was getting close to my second orgasm, so I could barely hear her. But in response I worked my tongue harder, working it deeper into
wrongonesin: His deep thrusts suddenly stopped with him buried in me balls deep. His hands dug bruisingly into my hips as he gasped and let out a ragged breath. Warm, wet pressure spread inside me as his cum erupted. Tiny jabs forward accompanied each
wrongonesin: The interview had gone so well. Mr. Anndra was really impressed with my qualifications and the experience I’d gained in college internships. The time passed quickly, and though I’d started out nervous, by the end I was relaxed and comfortabl
wrongonesin: My family is blessed with a recurrence of twins. Papa’s a twin. Mama’s a twin. Shelly and I are twins, and Marc and Mike are twins. Unfortunately, we caught a curse also. Marc and Mike are… well, let’s call them “simple”. They’re
wrongonesin: Up until the last couple minutes, I’d been the one in control. I’d ridden him at my pace, taken my pleasure while he lay back and watched me sink down on him. I was going to cum, then get off and blow him like he’d never been. But
wrongonesin: The analog counter on the far wall in front of me had started at 500. It clicked one number lower every time a cock thrust into me. I don’t know how many different men, how many different cocks had fucked me - how many of them had shoved
wrongonesin: Screaming didn’t help. Pulling and kicking didn’t either. It was shocking how easily they held me, how steady their grips were. I couldn’t break free even though only one hand held each of my wrists and ankles on the bed. The spoke
wrongonesin: “Take it, take it, take it.” His hoarse whispers matched the swell and twitch of his cock as he filled me with cum.
wrongonesin: Spending the summer traveling Europe is a blast. There’s nothing like the freedom of exploring a new city, a new country, getting lost, finding your way, then hopping on a train to start it all over again in a new place. It’s funny
wrongonesin: It’s really the funniest thing. Over the course of the last year, pretty much all of my neighbors on my street have confided in me they suspected, or were at least worried that their husbands night be cheating on them. I offer a sympathetic
wrongonesin: We were just about to head out for the fancy dinner party at Lee’s work. He’d already approved of my little black dress, hem coming just below the tops of my thigh-highs. But just before we headed to the door, he snapped his fingers
wrongonesin: I don’t know which felt better, the clear pulse and twitch of his cock as he came, or the hot jets of semen he shot into me, one after the other. In the end, I decided both were second to the feeling of being filled to overflowing with
wrongonesin: Hands tied, pinned under him, his hand on my neck. He was fucking me. Taking me he said. “Taking that tight cunt of yours.” “It’s mine now.”“Taking you.”“Cunt”“Mine”“Going to cum”“Take your womb, too.”“Fill
wrongonesin: I woke up tied to a strange bed naked, wrists and ankles tied and pulled toward the corners, with a strange man standing over me. He was fully clothed, ski mask and all, but he had his cock out and pointed at me, jacking it in his fist.
wrongonesin: It had been a beautiful funeral. I’d stayed behind after the burial ceremony to have a few last moments with my departed husband. His brother stayed behind too, to have a few first moments with me. I don’t think I’ll tell our first
wrongonesin: My heart was racing like never before. I’d barely gotten past a kissing and groping in the back of my boyfriend’s car, never even _thought_ of sex with another girl. But here I was with Alex’s older sister settling herself between
wrongonesin: I’d met Sasha online in a dating forum, and he was a charmer. Over the course of a couple weeks, I found myself slowly dumping other online beaus and spending more of my time - and eventually all my time - chatting with him. We moved over
wrongonesin: “That’s a girl. Just sit on my lap.”Butterflies danced in my belly. God this was so wrong. I’d always had a thing for my uncle. And this visit… I just let the flirting go farther and farther, and here I was in the guest bedroom
wrongonesin: Welcome to Aphrodite!Women’s room rates are really quite reasonable for a well appointed suite. I’m told the men pay a premium for their small spartan rooms. Most men that stay here spend as little time in their own rooms as possible,
