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THE BAPTISM OF FRANCESKA JAIMES Dinner had been just the prelude. He watched her with a steady, calm gaze, as if he already knew what would happen, and she, with her heart racing, realized that tonight would be different. Between glasses of wine and subtle laughter, he approached, lightly cupping her chin: "From now on, you are my number one slave, Franceska," he said in a hoarse whisper that sounded more like a sentence. "You will obey me in everything… and I will teach you the pleasure of surrender." In the car, the silence was thick. The city passed by the windows as if disappearing. Upon arrival, the metal gate closed behind them. The studio had a soft red light, the smell of leather, and the distant sound of slow, hypnotic music. ______________________________________________________________________ THE 7 PENANCES OF A BITCH: 1) Tied/blindfolded naked on all fours, you will be forced to smell the sweaty cocks of all the other slaves! 2) We will give you 100 slaps: in the face, breasts, pussy. 3) I will mount you on all fours (without penetrating you), I will pull the hair on the back of your neck, I will make you walk with me like a mare, saying in your ear: — "Hang on, slut---ass--because the night is just beginning, you are our object and you will be used a lot" 4) Blindfolded and with your hands tied, you will be thrown on a bed on top of the bodies of several slaves... little by little you will begin to feel huge cocks entering you... pussy, ass and mouth... and female mouths sucking your nipple and clit! 5) Already taking two in the pussy and every now and then two in the ass, feeling like they're literally tearing your holes apart, you can't take it anymore and decide to speak up... and at that moment you learn the penance for unruly slaves... you get spit in the face several times and a punch in the ribs (just enough pressure, just to the point of pain). Now, quiet and obedient, you take it all and beg them to keep going! 6) Every time you're about to cum, everyone stops, and so it goes all night, this delicious torture. Until the oldest slave enters the room... he's the "COCK TORTURER." I order everyone to leave the room; now it'll be just the three of us. He arrives, spreads your legs forcefully, without any care. Blindfolded, you can't see how old he is, but you seem to feel it. Your legs and waist are then tied to the bed, so there's no chance of movement. I stand beside you, squeezing your nipples, talking dirty, and giving orders: "Go on, old man, destroy her." The old man starts licking the inside of your thighs and running his nails along the outside, then moves up to your belly button and down to your groin. You squirm, and he licks you, looking at your face, trying to feel the right moment to evolve the blowjob. He licks your ass, hardens his huge tongue, and thrusts it all the way into your ass. He keeps moving it inside you slowly. Your swollen clit is already throbbing, and the honey is running strong. The old man then stops and looks at you. You beg him to continue as if you were looking for it. When you least expect it, the old man finally takes your pussy in his mouth, swallowing your cum like a starving man, while I bite your nipple. At that moment, you already have three fingers in your ass and one in your pussy. You get your pussy licked and your clit wanked, you slut. The old man then starts making you cum... you curse and moan, your mouth open, in a pleasure you've never felt before. Noticing this, the old man takes advantage and slams a hand into your ass and swallows your cock, which turns into gum in the old whore's mouth. I then jerk off and fill your face and mouth with hot cum! By morning, you're torn, dirty, and almost exhausted, but it's not over for you, slut... 7) I drag you on all fours for your final penance... you're thrown into a room full of young men... of various ages... the only rule is that they must already produce milk, even if still transparent... you'll only leave there and will only be "baptized" when you've bred all their young, because in my Kingdom, all subjects have a role besides giving me pleasure, and yours is to prepare the next generation of whores! One by one, you suck their little cocks, swallowing their milk, and cuddling them... while the long line moves on...! Copyright: andre_gigante_69 #eroticstory

An erotic story about the naughty neighbor Luciana, who loves to show off to her married neighbors in the hallway of her building. This time, the lucky one was her neighbor João, the well-endowed dark-haired man. Come check out part 1 of this naughty story and enjoy. 🔥👌 #EroticStory

I can't stop thinking if he saw me doing those things... #EroticStory The Neighbor of the Beach House pt.1 to pt.3 // I'll bring the outcome of this horny fantasy on 10/7. Pt.4 to pt.7 (final)

Continuation of the second #eroticstory on the way, I would like your help to give it a name...

#eroticstory I wrote, I hope you like it

#EroticStory #1: “First time with her…” Swipe to read it all ❤️‍🔥

"Private Audience – Part II: Silent Judgment" The clock read 6:03 p.m. The office was beginning to empty, the lights on the floor going out one by one, like a theater closing its curtains on the audience. But for Emanuelle, the show was just beginning. Theo was there—as always, punctual, sitting in the same conference room, wearing a new suit, his hair styled more carefully than usual, his eyes lowered, almost pleading. On the table, next to his laptop, was a small black case. She entered without knocking. Her heels echoed across the floor again, and Theo stood up like a medieval servant receiving his queen. "Did you bring what I asked for?" "Yes, ma'am," he replied, holding out the case. Emanuelle opened it calmly. Inside, an app-controlled vibrator, small and discreet. She took it, twirled it in her fingers, then looked up at him with that predatory smile he already knew so well. "Take off your pants. And your underwear. Now." Theo obeyed, swallowing his shame as if it were part of his uniform. He was hard — she smiled, satisfied. — Sit in the chair. Legs open. Don't you dare cover anything. She approached, crouched between his legs and, without a word, fitted the vibrator just below his testicles, securing it with the strap that came with it. Then, she went back to the other side of the table, picked up her cell phone and connected it to the device. — Today, we're going to do something different. You're going to stay like this for the entire litigation team meeting. I'll control the toy. And you're going to pretend everything is normal. Theo swallowed hard. — Will... will there be people? — Exactly. — She typed calmly on her cell phone. — A little test. A silent trial, if you like. We'll see if you deserve to continue being my toy. The door opened a few minutes later. Three lawyers entered, all with folders and tablets, ready for a normal meeting. No one imagined that Theo, sitting there next to the senior partner, was with a vibrator pulsating against his body. The meeting began. Emanuelle sat cross-legged, staring at the slides on the projector—her finger slowly slid over the intensity of the control on the app. First a faint vibration. Then a stronger pulse. Theo shifted in his chair, his face a mask of concentration, but his breathing betrayed the effort. “Theo, what do you think about clause 12.3?” Emanuelle asked, looking him in the eye as she increased the intensity. He stammered, his voice almost cracking. “The clause… needs some strengthening in the… in the language… in the… penalty section.” She smiled and slowed the vibration. He relaxed, but knew it was only a break, not a relief. The others in the room remained oblivious, discussing spreadsheets and case law. But to Emanuelle, every tense breath Theo took was music. The secret humiliation, the blind obedience, the absolute control. The meeting ended at 7:15. When everyone had filed out, Emanuelle stood. She walked over to him and, without saying a word, pressed the vibration to maximum. — On your knees. Now. Theo fell in front of her, his eyes closed, trying to contain his orgasm. — Only cum when I tell you to. She opened her skirt. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. He already knew. He knelt down and licked her desperately, while she pressed her hips against his face, her firm fingers holding the back of his neck. — Cum, little bitch. Theo moaned against her, his whole body trembling, coming undone right there, with his mouth full of her taste and the toy still vibrating in his testicles. She pulled away, adjusting her skirt. — Good hearing, Mr. Lawyer. He was still on his knees, his face sweaty, his legs trembling, his body defeated. — Tomorrow, bring something bigger. We'll test your limits. She left the room with the same firm sound of her heels. And Theo... was already looking forward to the next session. #eroticstory

"Private Hearing" The cold lights of the law office were still on, even after 10 p.m. Silence reigned on the 20th floor, broken only by the rhythmic sound of Emanuelle's heels echoing down the granite hallway. She walked with the calm of someone who knows exactly what is going to happen—and what she will control. Theo was in the conference room, sitting at the head of the long oak table, with the documents from the Duarte case spread out in front of him. He didn't notice when she entered. He only realized her presence when he smelled her strong, sweet perfume invade the room. "Still working, Theo?" Her voice cut through the air like a velvet blade. He stood up immediately, almost like a conditioned reflex. "Y-yes, Dr. Emanuelle. I wanted to review the terms before sending them to the client." She walked slowly toward him, her dark eyes fixed on his. She wore a red silk shirt, open one button beyond the professional one, and a tight black pencil skirt that molded her body precisely. Every movement she made exuded authority and desire. “Always so devoted. Always so... obedient.” Theo swallowed hard. Emanuelle closed the distance between them and stood so close that he could feel the heat of her body. Without warning, she ran her hand through his tie and tugged it hard, making him lean toward her. “You want to please me, don’t you?” “I-I want to…” Then kneel down. He obeyed without hesitation, his knees touching the carpeted floor with almost religious submission. Emanuelle smiled, satisfied, as if watching a play she had written to perfection. She lifted her skirt slowly, revealing her black garter belt and the absence of any panties. “Look at me, Theo. I want to see in your eyes how much you are mine.” He looked up, panting. His mouth approached her exposed intimacy with reverence, as if in worship. She held his hair firmly and guided him. “Use that tongue as if your career depended on it.” Theo obeyed, diving between her legs hungrily. Emanuelle’s breathing began to get heavy, but she wouldn’t give up control. She straddled his face, grinding her hips with dominance, using him as she wanted. She moaned softly, in control, maintaining her goddess pose even at the height of pleasure. “That’s it. Licking it properly like a good, devoted intern.” After cumming on his face with a hoarse, muffled moan, she pulled away, wiping her fingers on his tie, as if she were marking her territory. “Take off your clothes. All of them.” Theo undressed quickly, his body trembling with excitement. She sat down on the swivel chair in the living room and crossed her legs. “Come here. On all fours.” He crawled toward her, his hard cock swinging beneath his body. “Grab my bag. There’s something for you in there.” Inside the bag, Theo found a metal butt plug, cold to the touch. “Put it in. Now. Show me how you deserve to be used.” With a trembling hand, he did as she told him, moaning softly as the plug slowly penetrated. Emanuelle watched with a smile of pure power. “Good little bitch.” She then made him lie on his back, and climbed on top of him firmly, sitting on his cock with one determined movement. She rode him hard, in absolute control, while holding his neck with her other hand. “Don’t cum until I tell you to. You’re my toy, understand?” “Y-yes, ma’am…” She was only allowed to cum when she reached her second orgasm, leaving nail marks on his chest and scratches on his ego—which he would use as a trophy. Then, still sitting on him, she lit a cigarette and looked at the clock. “It’s 11:10 p.m. In ten minutes, you’ll clean this room, get dressed, and give me the revised reports.” “Yes, Dr. Emanuelle.” She smirked, standing up with a slow sway. “And, Theo… tomorrow, bring a new toy. I like variety.” #eroticstory

The day I went to the motel with the married Uber (sexual story) I could call it an erotic story but this really happened and since I couldn't record the video of what happened I decided to record a video telling everything when I got home and took a shower... I also showed how the bastard left my ass... seriously I think this was one of the craziest sexual things I've ever done, and when you hear the story you'll understand too... the: his wife was the one who gave me his number Lol 🤭🫣 #eroticstory

The boss PUT IT IN THE insatiable employee TASTY, a report of REAL FACTS where I explain in detail how the moaning was that afternoon FUCKING in the parking lot with the fogged up windows and the car jumping with each seat he took. TURN UP THE SOUND and come listen to this story and enjoy yourself, love. 🔥💦 #eroticstory

Real erotic story - Our first time at a swingers party 🔥 #eroticstory

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Real erotic story - Telling what it was like when I visited the cuckold's friend 😈🔥 #eroticstory

It was a warm summer night, and the atmosphere was electrically charged with the anticipation of the big game between Palmeiras and Corinthians. I, a woman who has always loved to live intensely, was at home, surrounded by the excitement of a championship that divided opinions and hearts. My husband, a fervent Palmeiras fan, was anxiously in the living room, while his cousin, a Corinthians fan at heart, arrived with a mischievous smile and a few beers in his hand. The tension increased as the minutes passed, and the game unfolded on the television. My husband, with his unconditional love for Palmeiras, was immersed in the game, while I observed the dynamic between the two. My eyes met my cousin's, and a mischievous glint danced in his eyes. It was as if there was a silent connection, a game of seduction that hung in the air. As the night progressed and the beers were consumed, my husband began to give in to the alcohol, his body letting itself go until, in a moment of weakness, he passed out on the couch. The room was now silent, with only the sound of the television echoing. My cousin, on the other hand, was more alert than ever, and the atmosphere charged with tension and challenge intensified. He approached me, a provocative smile on his lips, and told me about the bet he had made with my husband. If Corinthians won, he would have the right to be with me. I laughed, finding it funny how competitive men could be, but there was something in the way he looked at me that made my heart race. And then the result came out: Corinthians won. The victory brought a triumphant glow to my cousin's eyes, and even with adrenaline coursing through my veins, a part of me hesitated. But it was a night of provocation, of transgression, and the idea of breaking the rules excited me. He moved even closer, the tension between us growing. The atmosphere was dense, full of unspoken promises. I knew that, that night, the Corinthians fan was about to fulfill his bet. The fate of the night was sealed, and the result of the game became just a detail in the midst of what was unfolding between us. And so, in that moment, I let myself be carried away by the seduction of the night, aware that, deep down, the game was never just about football. The cuckold had no world cup, but that night, the real match was just beginning 🥵😈 #eroticstory

New Neighbor It was the start of an ordinary day, the middle of the week, with your head already full of work, when you entered the elevator. Your perfume, your friendly but not lingering smile; impossible not to draw her curves with my eyes... a new neighbor in the building. My day started better, I confess. You invaded my desires. Every day I noticed something different about you, but your smile and perfume roamed my thoughts daily, and drove me crazy in our meetings in the elevator. Your smile in your eyes, stop breathing for a few long moments, makes me want you ardently. I shuddered to discover his balcony next to mine, and from then on, it became my favorite place in my apartment. Her routine of watering the plants in just a baggy T-shirt, with bare feet, took me to another planet. Suddenly our gaze crossed and we talked. I floated. You slow danced for me, revealing your tiny panties, and your nice ass. Aiii that horny, I wanted you more than anything. In the midst of that dance, you would deliciously pass your hand over your lips, with the other you would squeeze your breast. I was dominated by impulse and started touching myself right there, facing you. I felt alive, potent. The two of us together, dancing and moaning, a great pleasure. His gaze invited me in, and I went out into the hallway and found the door open waiting for me. #erotic tale

Your look is very striking. He invades the intimate in those few seconds before the kiss begins. I have unspoken certainties, uncontrollable desires. As I see you coming very close, I smell your perfume. He is citrus. His eyes looking deeply into mine. My pimple extremece. So you look at my mouth that way, until you finally touch it. It's more than enough delirium to know how tasty and exciting your kiss is. You kiss me and I feel your boner leaning against me. Without touching anything. Just kissing you. I want. I hold only the side of your face and with the other hand your neck. I kiss you enough to know I want more. But before I stop, I look at you. You smile. And I kiss more. • #short story

I found you on the beach, you were wearing a bikini with a red thong. Her transparent bathrobe, moving with the wind, revealed her thread between one breath and another of the breeze. I leaned against you full of desire, kissed your neck holding your hair. Your whole body shivered with my mouth kissing you. Her breasts were beautiful and extremely excited by my heat. I touched them and so this time, it was my body that shivered. You pulled on the bikini and I entered a little, your body moving, you devoured me right there. At that moment, an ocean called me to love, in front of the sea. #short story