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How long Can You Last?

Surely she can’t hold on for much longer?

It’s been nearly an hour, surely? The way she’s rocking her hips and swaying with every touch, as if guiding them to where she needs them… I’m certain she won’t be able to hold on for another minute.

Just a moan, a plea, a whimper. That’s all it would take for it all to be over, for them to stop the timer and give her the touch she craves, to remove the restraints and let her masturbate as much as she wants while those hands touched everywhere she longs for.

I know how it must feel, that deep ache as if from a part within that’s buried far from view, like a secret yearning to be told that only you can speak forth. That searing heat, an inferno from inside that scorches all over, yet you need it to burn more fiercely. Just a little hotter would surely be enough… yet it never is. That throbbing need for more, feeling filled only with a desperation, a yearning for anything more than just the swelling, wet emptiness that grows with every touch and temptation.

Yet still, she remains silent while her body clearly screams out with need.

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Halloween Dreams: Margaret

That’s it Margaret, take it.

You fantasised so much about us fulfilling your desires. Those deep longings to experience what it’d be like with other women, those who know exactly what these sensations feel like.

In this dream, you can sink back and simply give in. Don’t worry, you won’t pass out no matter how many times we make you come. That’s it, let me press my lips to yours, let me feed on your pleasure once again.

I want to feel you moan so deeply into my mouth with every climax. Her fingers won’t stop relentlessly working you over. I promise.

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In that moment, when you’re looking deeply into my eyes, when you’re moaning wildly, when everything within you wants to both clench and burst at once, it will feel like nothing could be more intense than this.

Yet, when my fingers are exploring you and finding those little hidden treasures that make you whimper with joy, I want my eyes to convey something to you. The look that I give you will signal that, even though this feels like ecstasy at its pinnacle, I want you to know that I have so much more in store for you.

When my sensitive, pulsing cock thrusts into you, you’ll know that everything my fingers were doing to you was just to prepare you for what was to come, to give you a taste.

So, while I’m fingerfucking you, keep your eyes on mine. Soon enough we’ll both be picturing the same thing: exactly how I’ll be holding you when I’m buried in this same soft little place.

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The Adult Shop

You could spend all day and all night in the toy shop. You can find everything your body desires there.

However many times you shop there, you never seem to get your fill of the erotic treats that are housed on the myriad shelves and aisles. Every venture into that brightly lit, colourful world seems to reveal something new, something to catch your imagination. Yet still, you’ve never been into that one room. The room that the shopkeeper had mentioned in passing. The room that has played on your mind for months.

“If you’re not sure what you want to get, why not experience them all first?”

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The Cowboy Costume

Daniel had laughed off the warnings, thinking a simple cowboy costume wouldn’t cause the slightest bit of concern.

Now, he found himself helplessly restrained and near hysterical with need.

When he had been walking home from the Halloween party, he was a little disappointed to have not hooked up with anyone but was still riding the buzz from a good night and several drinks. Without any warning or transition, a cloud of darkness overcame him until suddenly he was lying on his back, entirely naked and achingly erect.

He looked around what appeared to be a barn, though a gorgeous woman wearing the same hat he’d worn with his cowboy outfit caught his attention and held it. The hat was the only thing she wore, making his cock pulse a little more. He didn’t understand why he was so unbelievably aroused, given his confusion, yet all he could focus on was her sensuous curves and the fact that she was looking at him hungrily. Her sultry smile made Daniel burn with desire, as too did her warm, southern tone.  

“Well, howdy there, cowboy. I was wonderin’ when you’d finally wake up. Looks like you’re rarin’ to go, and I gotta say, it’s lookin’ mighty fine. But I reckon I shouldn’t hog all the fun for myself, now should I?”

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The Heroine Costume

‘During the Halloween season, we advise extreme caution. There have been multiple reports of supernatural entities targeting victim based on their costume choices.’

Alicia wished she’d heeded the warnings. Instead, she ignored them, heading to the Halloween costume party dressed as a superheroine. On her way back from the party, she had lost consciousness and awoke to find herself trapped in the clutches of the VibroVolt gang as they had introduced themselves. They ignored her no matter how much she told them she had no idea who they were and that she had only been attending a costume party.

All they told her was that they would wreak havoc upon the city and intended to send a message to any other heroes that dared try to cross them. Before Alicia could question her captors or even contemplate whether she was merely trapped in some crazed fever dream, their hands made her gasp.

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“Sir! As the footage shows, the faction had caught and imprisoned our agent three days ago. Communication with her had ceased at approximately 1600 hours. The footage we have been receiving indicates that they have been continuing their interrogations as recently as ten minutes ago today. The footage has been coming in every thirty minutes. There seem to be thirty-minute intervals every ninety minutes, indicating breaks in their administration of torture, before they begin once again.”

“At what time did they begin torturing her?”

“When they captured her three days ago, the video footage we received indicates they began at 1700 hours, sir.

Currently, we are unable to pinpoint their location and have no further information.”

“Damn it. She’s truly on her own. God, have mercy on her. Has there been any change in the footage throughout the ordeal?”

“No, Sir. The same two women have been continuously tormenting our agent. It has been the same continuous process. They have been using vibrators to bring our agent to the edge of orgasm repeatedly, stopping every time she has been close. They appear to take it in turns; as soon as one of them has brought our agent to the edge of orgasm, they switch around.

Earlier footage shows our agent screaming out for us to find her. As the footage continued, it changed from her screaming for us to screaming out for anyone to help her to then screaming out for mercy from the assailants. However, nothing had changed their pattern or methods of torture throughout the three days.”

“What pattern?”

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