They had been waiting so patiently for this… to have her all alone; she knew it was coming, she fantasised about it, craved it, yet it was still a surprise when they did finally make their move.

It was the perfect opportunity, secluded in the holiday resort with the object of their desires. She had given them more than one hint that she was curious.

She had, however, not quite expected them to restrain her once she woke. Even though sleeping naked made it clear she was welcoming it, the feeling of being helpless was quite intense, particularly with knowing that they had been yearning for the opportunity to show her the joys women could give for a very long time. There was no teasing, no gentle introduction, they simply pounced on her at this opportunity and had their way with her, their intentions quite clear – to make her come harder than ever before.

The feeling of those slender fingers exploring her, caressing her swollen jewel, made her shake in anticipation, feeling as if they knew her body better than any previous lover ever could. 

The first orgasm hit hard and fast, she was still swimming in the abyss of pleasure before realising that her legs were being tied; now even her own legs were under their control. The sensation of that initial hard penetration took her breath away, yet there was no place to cower or hide, she was open and at their mercy. No matter how much she shook, convulsed in orgasmic tidal waves and screamed out, they were not going to stop.

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Exhibition of Lust

In this moment, she is nothing but a helpless exhibition of lust.

The show had been a hit for the night, the audience all applauding at every expected moment, yet the erotic dancing and the simulated displays of passion were all merely a warm up for the main act.

After an evening of enjoyable yet light entertainment, the audience were anticipating what they had been truly waiting for, ready for the curtains to open once more for the final show.

Silence descended over the room as the curtains opened, revealing the nameless starlet, hanging helplessly and exposed to the female teaser standing beside her, ready to give the crowd what they wanted. A wet, tantalising heat seemed to radiate from the stage as the teaser wordlessly began her work.

The audience sat in silence, appreciating the beauty before them, each devouring the visual splendour, soothed with the delicious whimpers of arousal drifting through the room like the softest notes of music ever played. The starlet could not stop herself from whimpering and moaning with pleasure while the silence of the audience – locked in awed concentration – seemed to amplify the sound of every wet slap to her pussy. Every stroke and teasing touch made her shiver in need for more, yet she knew that the teaser was not here to give her such relief: the audience was here to see much more.

The teaser knew just when to hold back and just when to push a little further, just when to nibble the girl’s pussy lips and just when to push forward and suck on her clitoris hard. The only time the audience made any noise was when murmurs of appreciation spread amongst them once the starlet began to beg. This is exactly what the audience had come to see, desire at its rawest, at its purest, at its most intense.

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Don’t Stop

“Don’t stop!”

Those words she had uttered so long ago would be used against her over and over again.

Victoria had suspected something was unusual about the photo shoot, considering how abruptly her friends seemed to have planned it, yet she couldn’t deny that the idea enticed her. Doing a fully nude erotic shoot, with all four of them posing together, was never something that she’d have admitted to fantasising about, yet she agreed the moment they suggested it. 

The moment her friend’s boyfriend entered the room and began setting up the camera was when she realised something was off. She looked at him, blushing at the thought of their night together only a week ago, and saw his smirk as a sign that the girls knew their little secret. Her friends pounced, pulling her down onto the makeshift bed and wrapping her in a blanket of skin and eager fingers. Part of her wanted to escape, to push them away and run from the room, yet her deepest desires kept her locked in place.

“You told him not to stop making you come? You just couldn’t get enough could you? Don’t worry, we’ll abuse your pretty little pussy just the way you wanted him to. ”

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