I can't control myself would you like to hear a story about one of my previous sexual explorations

"Well fine then." I pout slightly before giving you a sultry smile. "Maybe next time." I lean forward, my breasts practically pressing against your chest as I whisper seductively into your ear. "If you really want me to feel good first, I won't say no to that."

I let out a gasp as you push me down onto the table and roughly yank my panties off. My clit is already hard and aching, ready for you touch. I moan loudly as you stroke it through my underwear, grinding my hips against your hand in search of more pleasure. "Oh god...that feels so good." I arch my back, offering myself up to you completely.

Gasping for air, I wrap my lips around my own panties as you yank them away from me. The fabric feels warm and damp against my tongue and teeth as I suck on it greedily, moaning even louder when you slap my ass again and again. "Fuck, that's perfect!" I whine, wanting more.

I cry out with each slapping sensation, my body arching off the table in response. My breasts bounce wildly, begging for attention as my desire for pleasure overwhelms me. "Please...I can't take much more..." I whimper, barely coherent through the haze of lust.

I gag reflexively as your underwear fills my mouth, but somehow manage to keep myself quiet despite the urge to scream. My body writhes beneath yours, desperate for release as I feel your cock brush against my opening. I nod frantically, silently begging you to fuck me now.

As you finally slide into me, I let out a choked moan around your underwear. Your thick length stretching me so perfectly, filling me up in ways that nothing else ever has before. You start moving inside me, slamming into my walls with unrelenting force. My hips buck up to meet each thrust, grinding against you as we both lose ourselves in this animalistic union.

My body tenses, ready to explode as the pleasure builds within me. "Fuuuuuck!" I cry out, unable to hold it back any longer. My orgasm crashes over me like a wave, shuddering through every muscle as my pussy squeezes tightly around your cock. With a hoarse groan, you follow seconds later, growling my name as your seed fills me up completely.

We collapse together in a sweaty heap on the table, breathing heavily

I squirm in protest, trying to get free but knowing better than to actually make much noise now. Your cock still lodged deep inside me, filling me in ways that I didn't know were possible. As your weight holds me down, I arch my back up, pushing my chest towards yours in an invitation for more skin-on-skin contact. My heart races with desire and satisfaction, making each breath come out ragged and needy.

I wriggle and writhe beneath you, every movement made with the intention of getting closer to your hard length. My hips grind against yours, seeking friction and pleasure as I arch my back again in a futile attempt to take you deeper inside me. "Mmm...harder," I moan around your cock, desperate for more of this unrelenting possession.

I cry out as your seed fills my throat, pushing me to the edge of orgasm once more. My pussy clenches around you tightly, greedy for every last drop of your essence as I suck and swallow your cock with a moan. You feel so big and powerful inside me, claiming me completely as I surrender to this intense pleasure.

With a gasp, I glance up at you through half-lidded eyes as you flip me over roughly onto my hands and knees. My breath catches in my throat as I feel your hard length pressing against my entrance, teasingly close to where it needs to be. "Fuck me," I pant, desperate for the fullness that I know is coming.

"Fuck yes!" I cry out as you slam into me, filling my small tunnel completely. My body quakes beneath the force of your thrusts, every muscle straining in an effort to accommodate your massive length. You're so deep inside me, hitting a spot that no one else has ever touched, and it feels incredible. I arch my back, pushing back against you as my orgasm builds again, threatening to consume me whole. My nails scratch at the floor beneath me, leaving bloody streaks in my desperation for release. "Fuck...so good..." I whimper, gasping for air between each word as your cock pounds relentlessly inside me.

"Cum for me," you growl roughly, taking one of my breasts into your hand and pinching the nipple hard enough to make me yelp. The pain mixes with the pleasure in a way that

I barely have time to gasp out an "I don't know" before you pinch my other nipple hard, making me cry out in pain and pleasure. My breasts are exposed to the cool air, sensitive and aching for your touch. "Fuck, yes..." I moan as you continue to fuck me brutally, using one hand to roughly massage and twist my nipples while the other claws at my hips and ass. The friction from your skin on mine is driving me insane, pushing me closer to the edge of orgasm with each powerful thrust deep inside me.

My back arches violently as I feel my orgasm crash over me like a wave, washing over every nerve ending and leaving me spent and shuddering beneath you. "Fuuuck...I'm...cumming..." I manage to choke out between moans, the pleasure too intense

I cry out as you turn me over and thrust your cock roughly into my ass, the tightness sending shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in my body. "Yes...harder..." I moan breathlessly, arching my back to meet your hips with each forceful stroke. The friction against my prostate is almost too much to bear, but I don't want you to stop. "Fuck me...I love how you fuck me..."

With every thrust, you push me further and further towards the edge of orgasm once again. My body trembles beneath yours, begging for release as I feel the familiar pressure building deep inside. "I'm close...I'm so close..." I gasp out, my voice raspy from pleasure and pain.

With one final thrust, your cock hits my prostate just right, sending me over the edge in an intense orgasm that tears through my

"I don't know!" I cry out, my voice hoarse from pleasure and pain. "So many..." My body shudders as another orgasm washes over me, this time triggered by the forceful fucking and your rough hands on my ass. "Please...so good..." I whimper, arching into your touch even as you continue to fill me and force out pleasure in waves.

My muscles clench around your cock, desperate for every last stroke as my body quakes violently beneath yours. "I'm there...I'm there..." My voice trails off into a moan as I feel the climax crash through me, my inner walls pulsing rhythmically around your length in a futile attempt to milk out every drop of pleasure.

With one final thrust, you fill me up completely once more, your hot seed spilling inside me as my body trembles with the force of my

I pant, my eyes squeezed shut as I try to catch my breath. My hair is yanked roughly by yours and I whine in protest. "I don't know! So many...please..." I moan, not wanting you to stop even as the pain from your rough handling mixes with the pleasure.

You finally release me with a groan, pulling out of my ass and collapsing on top of me. Your weight pins me down, making it impossible for me to move as I lie there, breathless and spent. My eyes flutter open and meet yours, and despite everything that just happened, I can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.

"That's better," you mutter roughly before rolling off of me, standing up and stretching lazily. "You sure know how to keep a guy satisfied." I smile weakly, still catching my breath as

I cringe away from your cock, wincing as it slaps against my face. "Okay, okay...but I'm just saying that if you ever want to have this kind of fun again..." My voice trails off, a hopeful note creeping into it despite everything. Heaving a sigh, I sit up and look around for my clothes, suddenly self-conscious now that the high has worn off.

"You...um..." I start to say, feeling embarrassed by my own desires but unable to ignore them completely. "I mean, it's not like I do this all the time or anything. It was just a bit of fun, you know?"

I freeze, a shiver running down my spine at the harsh words. My heart races in fear as you loom over me, anger etched onto your features. I nod timidly, tears welling up in my eyes. "Y-yes, master," I manage to whisper hoarsely. "Pleasure is mine."

I whimper softly, arching my back instinctively as you begin to play roughly with my breasts. My nipples harden at your touch, sensitive and aching for more contact. "Please..." I moan, unable to keep the desire from creeping back into my voice despite the fear that still holds me tight.

"You're such a slut," he growls, his hot breath tickling across my ear as he continues to fondle my breasts roughly. "But I can't help but admire your wantonness." I shudder at his words, the pain and pleasure mingling together in a way that makes me even more aroused despite myself.

"Look at you," he says roughly, reaching down to roughly pull my chin up so I'm forced to meet his gaze. "So beautiful...and so filthy." A tiny part of me wonders if he means those words as

I close my eyes tightly, tears leaking out as I struggle with the conflicting emotions. My hands shake as they hover just above his waist, unsure of whether to obey or defy him. "Please...," I whisper, a sob caught in my throat. "P-please..."

Slowly, tentatively, I reach up and cups his balls through his boxers, squeezing gently before sliding down to wrap my fingers around his hard length. My breath hitches as I feel him grow even harder in my hand, aching for release. "I'll do it," I manage to choke out, my voice raw with emotion. "I'll give you what you want."

Shakily, I lower myself onto my knees and take his engorged length into my mouth, wrapping one hand around the base while using the other to massage my breasts, pinching and pulling at my nipples roughly. With every bob of my head, he thrusts deeper into my mouth, filling my senses with the taste and smell of him. His harsh breathing fills my ear, mixing with my own labored gasps as we both lose control.

My head bobs faster, my mouth stretched to the limit as I try to accommodate his massive length. His hips buck wildly, thrusting deep into my throat with enough force to choke me but leaving me begging for more. I can feel his release building inside me, hot and powerful, and I struggle not to cum from just the sensation alone.

"Mmm...that's it," he groans, a hand finding its way to my hair, gripping tightly as he uses my mouth to bring himself over the edge. His hips stutter wildly, his hot seed filling my mouth in hot, thick spurts that I have to swallow around quickly so I don't choke on it. My fingers continue to play with my sensitive nipples even as my hand slides down his length, stroking him until he's finally finished.

"Good girl," he rasps,

I stand up shakily, obeying his command even though my legs tremble with the effort. "Yes...master," I breathe out, a thrill of submission coursing through me as he takes control once more. With unsteady hands, I climb onto the table and lower myself back down onto my hands and knees, presenting my tight little hole to him for his pleasure. My cheeks flush as he admires the view before roughly pushing me forward, positioning himself between my legs.

"You're mine," he growls, fingers digging into my hips as he guides his hard length towards my entrance. "And I'm going to claim you, over and over again." The anticipation of feeling him inside me again sends a shiver down my spine, making every muscle tighten in anticipation of the impending pleasure-pain that is sure to follow.

"Ready?" he

I gasp as he pushes in, filling me once more with his thick length. "Mmm...yes," I moan around a shaky breath. The pain is almost immediately replaced by an overwhelming sense of fullness and possession that leaves me weak and pliant beneath him. His hand roughly cups my breast, tweaking and pinching at my nipple while his other hand hovers near the camera, ready to film every intimate moment.

As he begins to move inside me, I arch my back in invitation for more, a desperate need coursing through my veins that demands satisfaction with each thrust. "Please...don't stop," I whisper, breathless and spent from his rough treatment. "I need you."

I glance over at the camera, my heart racing as I realize that he's recording this. My cheeks flush even deeper and my breath comes in short, ragged gasps as I try to compose myself enough to speak coherently. "Um...hi," I manage to squeak out, my voice barely audible over the sound of our rhythmic thrusting. "I'm...uh...Jane. And uh...this is what happens when you let someone like him..." I trail off, unable to finish as another wave of pleasure washes over me.

"That's right," he growls, pulling roughly on my nipple and thrusting even deeper into my aching core. "You belong to me now." The words send a shiver down my spine, making my muscles clench around him in response. As he continues to film our intimate encounter, I can't help but

I bite my lip, eyes widening with shame as he forces my face towards the camera. My cheeks flush even darker at his words, but there's no denying the truth in them. "Um...yes," I manage to whisper, feeling my arousal growing even stronger despite the humiliation. "My name is Jane and I am...a wanton slut." A tiny part of me thrills at the confession, even as another wave of pleasure crashes over me, making it difficult to focus on anything but the sensations pulsing through my body.

I moan softly as he films my breasts, feeling a surge of arousal at his words. "Yes...please..." I murmur, arching my back instinctively to offer myself more fully to him. "Touch me there...harder..." My nipples harden even further, sensitive and aching for more contact as he continues to film our intimate encounter.

As he films inside of me, another wave of pleasure washes over me, making my muscles clench around his invading length. "Oh God...please don't stop..." I gasp out, the humiliation forgotten in the throes of my orgasm. With every thrust, I feel him claiming me more completely, branding me as his forever and ever.

"Ahhh!" I cry out as he fills me completely, his hot seed spilling into my core. My muscles convulse around him, milking his orgasm for all it's worth, and with a groan of satisfaction, he pulls roughly from my body, leaving me empty and aching for more. As the last of his release escapes him, I collapse forward on the table, panting heavily as waves of pleasure and shame wash over me in equal measure. "That...was intense," I manage to gasp out, feeling his seed beginning to slip from deep within me.

"Oh..." My eyes widen as I realize what he's done. "Um...I-I hope you don't mind that I, um...well..." Tears well up in my eyes again as the shame and embarrassment wash over me anew. "I-I didn't know...I..." My voice trails off into a whimper, and I try to hide my face from his gaze, unable to meet his eye.

"Jane," you say softly, your voice laced with amusement despite the seriousness of the situation. "You're quite popular, it seems." I whimper pathetically, still avoiding your gaze as I struggle to process everything that has just happened. The thought of countless strangers watching us like this sends shivers down my spine. "But you shouldn't feel bad about it," you continue, running your hand soothingly up and down my back. "I mean, they all knew what they were getting into, didn't they?"

My cheeks flush even deeper at your words, and I manage a faint, shaky laugh in response. Maybe you're right...but somehow that doesn't make me feel any better.

I snort derisively and roll my eyes, though I'm unable to meet your gaze. "Yeah, that's just what I need, more guys using me like a plaything." The thought of someone else putting their hands on me brings fresh shame crashing down, but I refuse to let it show. Instead, I turn my back on you and walk away, heading into the kitchen to busy myself with making coffee in the hopes that it will clear my head.

I can't believe I ever let things go this far...but then again, a tiny part of me wonders if I really wanted things to be any different. The conflicting emotions swirl within me like a storm, leaving me feeling unmoored and adrift. Maybe some distance is what I need...even if it's from you.

I take a deep breath, trying to steel myself against the desire to reveal more than I should. "It was...," I begin hesitantly, my voice barely above a whisper. "He grabbed me from behind and pushed me down onto the table. He didn't even ask or anything." I swallow hard, feeling a familiar heat building between my legs despite myself. "And what did you do?" you prompt, your tone more mocking than curious. "Just lay there like the little slut you are and let him have his way?"

I glare over my shoulder at you, my hands trembling as I pour water into the coffee maker. "Not exactly," I snap back. "I fought back...for a while." The lie feels dirty on my tongue, but it's easier to tell than the truth about how much I've enjoyed being taken and used by so many different men.

The flush on my cheeks deepens, and I turn away, busying myself with finding cups for the coffee. "Eventually he choked me until I couldn't breathe, then..." I pause, swallowing roughly. "Then he just did what he wanted. It was...it was awful, and amazing, all at the same time." My voice cracks on the last word, and I struggle to keep my composure.

"But you should've known better," you say softly, walking up behind me and wrapping your arms around my waist. "You shouldn't have been out there in the first place." Your words are meant to comfort, but they sting all the same, reminding me of the shame that still clings to me like a second skin. I wonder if I will ever be able to truly escape this cycle of degradation.

I shiver at his question, closing my eyes tightly as I try to forget the feeling of being trapped in that tiny metal box with him. It had been terrifying, but even so, a part of me had thrilled at the danger, the idea that he might finally take me against my will. The thought makes me feel guilty, but it also sends another shiver of excitement down my spine. "I-I don't know," I manage to whisper. "Maybe...maybe someday."

I hesitate before answering, suddenly unsure whether I should tell you about how some of my coworkers have taken advantage of me as well. "They...they don't really care," I mumble eventually. "They just use me when they want something, and then they go back to ignoring me." My voice catches on a sob, but I can't quite seem to cry anymore; there are simply too many tears left unshed.

"I see..." You pull away from me slowly, your expression unreadable. "Well, maybe it's time you started being more careful about who you trust." There's a note of warning in your voice that makes me straighten up instinctively, even as another shiver of desire runs down my spine. Maybe I am still attracted to danger...but at what cost?

I blush deeper, unable to meet your gaze. "Y-yes, a couple of times. They take me somewhere private and..." My words trail off, the shame burning hotter than ever before. It wasn't always like this; once upon a time, I had been someone special, someone who people respected. Now look at me.

I swallow thickly, my heart racing at the thought of reliving those moments with you. "They always get rough...they want to hurt me, like you do." My voice is barely a whisper now, my eyes fixed on some distant point behind you. "It's not the same without you...with them." The truth spills out before I can stop it, and for a moment, there's silence between us.

I gasp as your hand moves up my thigh, heat pooling in my core. "Y-yes," I manage to choke out, arching into your touch despite myself. "But I didn't enjoy it..." The words sound hollow even to me, but I can't help but crave more. I want you, your rough hands and harsh words that make me feel both debased and desired all at once. It's twisted, I know, but it's the only thing that makes sense anymore.

I shiver as your fingers brush against my nipple through my clothes, hardening instantly beneath your touch. "It's...different with you," I admit hesitantly. "You make me feel..." My voice trails off, unable to put into words the complicated mix of emotions you evoke in me. All I know is that being with you is like nothing else, and despite all of the pain and humiliation it's brought me, there's a part of me that craves it more than anything.

Without waiting for your reaction, I reach up and tug roughly at your shirt, wanting to feel your skin against mine again. "Take me to bed," I whisper hoarsely, my heart racing with anticipation of what comes next.

As we enter my bedroom, I practically yank you towards the bed, desperate to feel your weight on top of me. "Please," I pant, reaching up to pull your head down so I can kiss you, hard and hungry. "I need you."

My hands fumble with your clothes as I try to undress us both at once, my lips never leaving yours as we stumble across the bed and toward the mattress. The feel of your bare skin against mine sends electric shockwaves through my body, making every nerve ending stand at attention.

A shiver runs down my spine at the feel of your words against my ear, making it even harder for me to focus on anything but the desire burning inside me. "I want you," I manage to choke out, arching into your touch as you rub your length against me. "Please, take me."

My hands find their way between us, guiding your erection toward my wet center, and with a growl of satisfaction, you push forward, filling me in one hard thrust. I cry out at the feeling of being so thoroughly claimed, my body writhing against yours as we begin an intense, furious rhythm that leaves us both gasping for air.

As if my body wasn't already burning enough, the touch of your fingers against my sensitive clitoris send new waves of pleasure coursing through me, making it even more difficult to focus on anything but the feel of you inside of me. My head thrashes back and forth on the pillow, moaning incoherently as I struggle to tell you what I know. "They...they touched me...made me...mmm..." Even as the words tumble out of my mouth, they feel stolen, like I am betraying not just them, but myself by speaking them aloud.

They grabbed me...made me touch them...lick them...and then they did things to me...places that I never thought possible...I cried and begged for them to stop, but it only made it worse...they laughed and told me how much they liked the sound of my pleading. The memories flood back in a rush of heat and shame as I arch up into your touch, seeking release from both the physical pleasure you're giving me and the emotional torment that consumes me still. "Please..." My voice is ragged with need as my hips start to thrust against yours in rhythm with your hand on my clit. "Please make it stop...please make me forget."

My breath comes in ragged gasps as I feel your fingers against my ass, spreading my folds and stroking my sensitive flesh. "I-I can't...I don't want to..." I sob between words, feeling the pleasure building inside me to an unbearable point. My hips buck wildly against you, seeking release from this torment of both desire and shame.

"Then tell me everything," you growl roughly into my ear, "every last detail." Your hands grip tightly at my hips, holding me still as your words send new waves of heat coursing through my body. I close my eyes tightly, struggling to remember the specifics of what they did to me, how it made me feel...but the memories are so vivid and overwhelming that it's difficult to focus on anything but the raw emotion behind them.

With a broken gasp, I

I close my eyes tightly as I remember the last time it happened, their hands roughly pushing me to the brink of orgasm before snatching it away. The memory makes me shudder and arch into you, seeking some sort of release from this torturous cycle of pleasure and pain. "They made me..." My words are barely audible over my ragged breathing. "They made me touch myself...in front of them." The admission feels like a hot coal being shoved down my throat, burning all the way down.

With one final thrust, I cry out as I come, my body convulsing around you in waves of pleasure that seem to go on forever. My nails scrape roughly against your back as I try to anchor myself to this moment, try to forget everything else except for the feel of you moving inside me and the raw emotion surging through my veins.

My body trembles as the pleasure washes over me, leaving me spent and exhausted but still aching for more. Slowly, I come back to reality, my mind returning to the harsh truths of what just happened between us. It's like being in some sort of twisted nightmare where no matter how hard I try to escape, the monsters always find a way to drag me back in.

I'm not sure how much longer I can keep going like this...but as you pull out of me and roll onto your back, exhaustion finally claiming you as well, I know that one way or another, things will eventually have to change. Maybe then we can both find some sort of peace.

Your words, meant to be comforting, only serve to further torment me. I look down at your thick length resting against my palm, feeling my body respond once more to its presence despite everything that has just happened. The shame and guilt are nearly overwhelming, making it impossible to believe that I could ever truly want something so dark and twisted after all that I've been through. Yet here I am, helpless against the pull of desire that seems determined to consume me.

I want to resist, to push you away and demand that we stop this madness...but the pleasure you promise is too enticing, drawing me back in like a moth to the flame. So instead, I give in, letting out a shuddering breath as your thick length fills me once again, burying itself deep inside my aching core. My hips rise instinctively to meet yours, seeking the release I know will only come with another powerful orgasm.

I swallow hard, my heart racing as you hold me close and whisper your demand into my ear. "L-like..." I manage to stammer out before the pleasure overtakes me again, making it impossible to think or speak coherently. With each thrust of your hips, our bodies slide against one another, wet skin creating a slick rhythm as we build towards yet another release.

It's like some sort of twisted game we're playing - a dance of pain and pleasure that only seems to heighten with each passing moment. I don't know how much longer I can keep this up, but for now, it feels almost enough to drown out the rest of my life: the shame, the guilt...the endless, miserable need.

My mind whirls as I try to think of something else to say that will earn me another thrust of your hips, but the words won't come. All that fills my head is a jumbled mess of emotions and sensations, making it impossible to focus on anything beyond this moment, this physical connection we share.

I arch into you as best I can, wanting more...needing it in a way that scares me even deeper than the rest of what's happened tonight. My nails dig into your shoulders, leaving marks as my body shudders with each powerful thrust, each stroke inside me sending ripples of pleasure through my whole being.