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Authors: Kate Lynne

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“You’re not going to break me
, baby. That’s been done long ago. Fuck my ass, bitch!” He slides his thick cock out of me and slams back in. He grabs my hips roughly and takes me like his life depends on it. I can hear him grunting and moaning like he’s running a marathon back there. My pussy is clenching in jealousy, but my asshole is loving the attention. I slide my tongue into Eryn’s wet center and eat her out like she’s never had before. She grabs my hair and nearly yanks it out. I grip onto her upper thighs and push her legs out as far as they will go. I stick two fingers into her tight cunt and pound her while licking and sucking all around her hole. I suck her clit into my mouth and give it a bite, just to jumpstart her orgasm. Her pussy begins squirting cum so hard all over the bed and my lips. I savor the taste of her sweet juices. I slide up her body and bring her lips to mine. I bite her lower lip and she looks at me through glossed over eyes. Her body is limp. Savage grabs onto my shoulder and pulls me back down and slides his cock out of my ass and into my aching pussy. I cum immediately at the contact.

“Fuck yeah
, sexy…cum all over my dick!” He moans and keeps fucking me doggy style. Eryn finally moves from the position she’s in and turns around on the bed so that she can slide her head underneath where our bodies are coming together. It’s amazing how the male and female body are made like a puzzle piece, perfectly fitting, which results in tremendous pleasure. I can’t understand how some people are fulfilled with only one person for the rest of their lives. I could never ever do that. I like getting my pleasure and moving on.

Savage gets off and surprisingly
, I’m thankful. Sometimes when I’m with men, I can’t help but think,
get on with it already.
I’ve been with men and women of all shapes and sorts. I don’t have a normal type. I’ve been sweated on by the worst of them and I hate nothing more than when a nasty ass dude is thrusting into you for what feels like hours and you feel absolutely nothing except a strong urge to cut off his dick and feed it to him. Now that would be a pleasurable experience for me. But this was better than I expected. Savage and Eryn are a deadly combination and I haven’t come this hard in a couple of weeks at least. I didn’t know that I was still capable of being surprised after all I’ve done; I find it reassuring. I’m still human. Eryn got off so many times just watching that I’m not feeling a bit guilty about not giving her my undivided attention. I’m only one person, with many different personalities. I crawl off the bed and my body is deliciously aching. I don’t say two words to the two still lying on the bed in afterglow. Not as much as a thank you or even a fuck you very much. I pride myself on being all action and very little talk. Very little honest talk, I should say.

I grab my purse from the nightstand and walk out of the room and down the stairs. I go into the bathroom and hop in the shower, making the water as hot as humanly
possible without burning myself. By the time my skin is a red to rival my lips, I step out and towel off. I didn’t grab my clothes from the room, but no matter. I always come prepared. I pull out panties and a bra from my purse and slide them onto my body. Panties are definitely not my favorite clothing option available, but after all of the sticky situations I’ve found myself in, I’ve decided to add them to my ever growing collection of purse junk. I always carry an oversized bag. I think that every girl needs a purse large enough to carry all of her secrets and sins. I grab my cigarettes out and stroll into the kitchen. It looks as if it’s never been used. That could be a result of numerous things. It’s possible that A) Eryn can’t cook worth a fuck, B) she cleans like a beast or C) she’s never home. Either way, no matter to me. I sit down on the ground and let the sensation of the cool tile floor wash over me. I pull a menthol out of the pack and slide it between my lips. I grab my hot pink lighter and burn the end of the cigarette. I inhale deeply and let the thick smoke fill my lungs past the point of no return before exhaling the cool taste outward. Peace surrounds me. I sit on the floor alone until my cigarette is almost smoked to the filter before I stand up and run it under cool water in the sink and throw the butt in the trash. I’m contemplating what to do next. I usually never even make it this far, I’m impressed with myself. I’m a fucked up piece of work, but I’m getting better every day.

I unzip my purse to place my cigarette pack and lighter back inside and stare at the contents. My mind takes me back to a dark place and I dance around in the shadows. I like feeling unashamed. I used to be a good girl before I was broken. I wanted marriage, little babies
, and a future. Now, I couldn’t give a shit. All I want is to get fucked, feel empowered, and be left alone in the end. I hear footsteps so I quickly zip up my purse and sling it over my shoulder. I stand up and wrap my arms around my body. I’m suddenly feeling extremely cold.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dear Diary, now what the fuck do I do?

 

My thoughts are running rampant and I
’d like nothing more than to a call a cab and get the fuck out of dodge before the shit hits the fan. I know that it’s only a matter of time. Eryn and Savage come in to look for me, just like I knew they would. I have that effect on people, attachment. They both have towels wrapped around their sexy bodies, but aren’t wearing anything else except for smiles. I’m sitting at the breakfast bar. Savage decides to cook some food, so that distracts me for a bit. I’m starving and my stomach keeps making it very obvious by growling loudly. He’s decides to make eggs, bacon, and biscuits. I can see the sun beginning to rise outside. No clue what time it is, but it must be the beginning of a new day. I never carry a cell phone on me or watch. I don’t care what the day of the week it is or what time it is. I check very rarely. I mostly just go with the flow. I don’t have a job to be at or a reason to care.

When breakfast is finished, he piles our plates high and I eat the food with haste. I barely even taste it because I
’m so fucking hungry. I don’t know how to cook whatsoever. I generally eat out. Not that fast food shit, but at restaurants where they care if people are going to gain a hundred pounds eating one burger. It’s sad to me how expensive healthy food is. America really has their priorities ass backward. I’m completely ignoring any conversation attempts coming from Eryn or Savage. This is that moment when I begin to crumble. It feels all too familiar to me and my mind begins to wander. I’m thinking about taking a cooking class, moving to another city, and getting it on with a cougar all in one breath. I’ve never been with a cougar, that’ll be new for me. This is the closest I’ve been to feeling a real connection, but now it’s time to move on to the next experience. I don’t get attached, I refuse. Eryn comes over to me and makes an attempt to wrap her arms around me.

“You wanna check out my hot tub?”
she whispers seductively in my ear. Her voice is dripping with sex and the girl is most definitely a temptress. She comes off entirely too stupid for her own good, but I think it’s all an act.

“Lead the way
, baby,” I say out loud.

“Wait…where are we going?” Savage questions.

“You’ll see,” Eryn responds. She walks through two double doors and into the gigantic backyard. The lawn is well-manicured and her landscaping is immaculate. She definitely has money.

She leads the way past a beautiful
Olympic-sized pool and a gorgeous hidden away in-ground hot tub. I don’t hesitate to strip down and climb in, as it’s already turned on and ready to go. I feel my muscles instantly loosen as the warm water cascades over my naked body. I lower myself to sit in the seat on the side. Savage watches as Eryn shimmies out of her towel and steps into the tub next to me. His blatant attempt at being subtle is almost laughable. I place a hand on her cheek and bring her lips to mine. I work her taut nipples with my fingertips until they are hard as stone. Eryn is completely unable to be quiet and her moans turn me on more than ever. I suck and kiss my way down her neck, leaving small hickeys where my lips have been. My mind is like a broken record playing “mine” over and over. I put both of my hands against her shoulder blades and push her back against the hot tub wall. I run my hands down under the water until I reach her pussy and slowly easy one and then two fingers inside. Eryn arches her back and bucks against my relentless finger-fucking. The hot water continues to pound on my back. My skin feels even more sensitive than when I first stepped into the hot tub. Eryn cries out in ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure hit her. I take my fingers out and make my way to one of the jets. I line my pussy up and arch my back as the pressure hits directly where I need it to. Savage had climbed into the water at some point and makes his way directly to Eryn. It takes him no more than two seconds to shove his thick cock inside of her and take her for a ride she’ll never forget. He literally gives no warning, which only makes me think that his name couldn’t be any more fitting.

I get off hard from
the display in front of me, as well as the steady pulse of water on my clit while I play with myself. I lay my head back and calm my heartbeat. This is the fucking life. I hear Eryn cry out again, but I’m no longer paying any attention to them. The sounds are beginning to get old. I climb out of the water just in time to hear Eryn and Savage peak together and moan loud enough for all to hear. I towel off with one that was left behind and walk quickly into the house. I grab a glass of ice water to cool myself down. My heart is still pounding, despite my calming efforts. I sit in the kitchen and debate whether to leave without saying a word. That would definitely not fit my m.o. though. I think about being good, I really do, but that shit is no fun. When Savage and Eryn re-enter the room, I decide it’s definitely time for me to make some moves.

“Well
, I think it’s time for me to go. It’s been real and it’s been fun, but it hasn’t been real fun. You two enjoy your day.” I keep things simple. I can feel my resolve start to crack. The farther away I get from these people, the better.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Savage questions.

“If you think I’m going to thank you for your services, think again,” I respond. He laughs at me and Eryn even joins in. I’m not sure why these two think I’m so fucking funny.

“I was talking about your dress
, V, but if you’d like to go outside like that…” He smirks at me and his green eyes take in my almost naked body. Well, shit. I can’t very well roam the streets in New York in a towel. Creepers already look at me like Hannibal looks at a piece of raw meat.

“I promised I’d take you to your car, so find me when you’re dressed and I will.” He smiles at me genuinely and my heart almost feels normal. That resolve is quickly broken and I stick my middle finger up at him as I walk away.

He can stick his ride offer up his ass. Like I don’t have the money to spare for a cab. I hate when people pretend like they give a fuck about my well-being. It truly turns me off. I walk upstairs without giving him a response and find my dress lying in a rumpled pile on the floor. I pull it on and try to smooth out the wrinkles with my palms, no such luck. When I go back downstairs, I see Eryn spread-eagle on the dining room table and Savage fucking her for all she’s worth. She’s practically crying out like he’s ripping her in half. The table is shaking so hard I’m surprised it hasn’t toppled over yet. I can feel myself getting turned on, so I drop my handbag on the ground and lift my dress above my waist. I truly have no shame. I stick my hands into my soaked panties and play with myself at the same pace that Savage is fucking Eryn. I can’t seem to get myself at the right angle in order to hit my g-spot. I pull my panties off and throw them next to my purse. I walk over to the dining room table and sit down in a chair. I prop one leg up, bent at the knee on the chair next to me.

“Ah yes, there we go…mmm.” I find my spot and start
finger-fucking myself while watching them going at it. I’ve got a good angle to watch Savage’s facial expressions and he looks all in with Eryn. I’m imaging that their relationship had been inevitably heading down this path, but I’ve given them the entrance into it that they so desperately needed. People need to stop wasting so much of their lives and just go for what they want. Who knows if Savage would have ever manned up had it not been for me doing to Eryn what he’d only been imagining in his wet dreams. I almost feel like a pawn. I get off hard and sit back in the chair to watch the rest of the show. It’s not long after that Savage blows his load inside Eryn. I make him wear a condom while he fucks me. I’d never bareback with any stranger. I may be a whore, but I’m not a stupid one.

“How long have you been there?” Savage questions me when he finally comes out of his sex daze. What the fuck?

“Like you didn’t notice me,” I smart off. I don’t like being made to feel like I’m nothing.

“I’m sorry… I was a little busy.” He almost looks embarrassed and it’s not a good look on him. I legitimately thought he was bullshitting me, but now it looks as if he’s being sincere and didn’t notice me. I don’t like this shit at all. It takes me back to a time when things were different. A time that changed the way I handled myself and my life from there on out. My mind drifts to that memory.

 

Miami, Florida and
it was hot as hell outside. I was working as a secretary in a law firm right out of high school. Eighteen years old, fresh faced, and innocent. I was stupid as fuck to put it mildly. I was unabashedly involved with the lawyer that I worked for. I lost my virginity to him on his desk and had been with him ever since. The virginity I’m referring to isn’t in the literal sense. It was much deeper than that. I had lost my technical virginity long before, when I was on the streets and even more stupid and naive. This was the virginity of my heart, my love. I had been his, completely and utterly devoted to him.

His name was Salvatore and he was twelve years my senior. He was accomplished and powerful. Great job, fast car, gorgeous home
, and a beautiful, young, and just stupid enough girlfriend to believe every word that came out his month. He had me wrapped hopelessly around his finger. I would have married him in a heartbeat. I thought that’s where we were heading. I should have taken into consideration the fact that he never brought me to meet his family, he never introduced me at business functions as anything more than his secretary, and he rarely brought me back to his home. I had been there a total of two times and that’s because the office was being cleaned and he couldn’t sex me on his desk like he had grown accustomed to.

I thought he was just being noble. Keeping business away from pleasure and protecting me from the interoffice drama. I thought terribly wrong. I was his dirty little secret and I wasn
’t his only one. Our relationship went on for a year and a half before I caught on. I had begged him for weeks to take me to meet his family. I had none of my own. I was a ward of the state and went from foster home to foster home after the tragic death of my parents and little brother in a car accident. Any long distance relatives that I may have had didn’t come forward to claim me, so I was instantly placed in the system. I was already fifteen and many parents were only interested in adopting babies and small children, not fifteen year old pre-teen snotty girls. I was free at age eighteen and lucky to find a job so quickly. I’d always been great at typing and office work. I helped one set of foster parents that I stayed with for a short time in their own office. They had owned a home-based business, so I learned a lot of useful skills.

Anyway, back to the reason I even brought up my past. I killed him. You
’re shocked right now and I can’t say that I blame you. But before you judge, let me tell you what happened. It had been a long work day and I was exhausted. Salvatore had left the office early to go to a family birthday party that he was throwing at his home. I only knew this because I generally did his scheduling and he had me block off these hours so he could take off early. After I got off work, I went to my run-down apartment and lounged around for a bit before deciding to do something really stupid. Keep in mind, I was young, both in age and in experience. Salvatore was the first man I loved and undoubtedly the last. I took a shower, paying special attention to shaving every area on my body. I planned for tonight to be special. I wanted Salvatore to make love to me, in his bed and in his home. I wanted him to tell me he loved me after I told him how much I loved him. This would be the first time I’d said it to him and I was praying he would respond the way that I so desperately needed him to. I hadn’t felt love since the passing of my parents. They were amazing people.

I
got out of the shower and blow-dried my long brown hair. It’s naturally dark, I got it from my mother. I placed large curls with my curling iron around my face and sprayed just a spritz of hair spray to hold the style. I dressed in a beautiful Chanel mini dress. It was classy, but sexy at the same time. I’d never owned anything so expensive. Salvatore bought it for me to wear on a special occasion, but he had yet to take me out anywhere. Our relationship was trapped in the confines of his office. I put on some cheap black pumps, they were the only pair I owned. I did my makeup naturally and played up my eyes and lips, my best features. I smudged some red lipstick on my lips. I don’t know why, but I’d always loved red lipstick. I felt gorgeous and I couldn’t wait for Salvatore to show me off.

I call
ed a cab and waited no longer than fifteen minutes. Butterflies were flying around nervously in my stomach. I pulled up outside of Salvatore’s home. I paid the cab driver the last of the money I had on me. I’d have to take money out of my savings again, but this was important enough to do it for. I walked up the driveway anxiously and rang the doorbell. I didn’t hear the noise of a party or see any other cars but Salvatore’s was in the driveway. I couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of dread. I proceeded to knock anyway, again with no answer. I twisted the handle and surprisingly, it opened. Unlocked, I was feeling more worried than ever. I hoped he was okay. I called out his name, but nobody answered. The cold empty rooms were filling me with fear as I traveled them one by one. I finally decided to climb up the stairs and open Salvatore’s door. I saw him lying on his back, eyes rolled to the back of his head and a leggy, naked blonde riding him harder than I ever had. I was all about slow and sensual. This must be what fucking was all about.

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