 of this section. They were in huge demand with wives of prominent men who had a liking for the muscled bodies of these fighter men.

The gladiators were often used for sexual gratification by high class women who paid these men for sessions of lewd acts. One such example can be given of Marcus Aurelius’s wife Faustina who was obsessed with gladiators. She went on to have sex with a gladiator and as per the guidance of the Oracle, when the gladiator was on top of her, he was killed. After this, Faustina had sex with her husband.

Also Read: 13 Facts about the Ancient Roman Gladiators

11. Rome’s elite class hosted orgies

Were orgies like a ritual in ancient Roman sex life? Orgies existed back then, but, its not how we have always visualized them to be. Most of us have had insane ideas about orgies that were practiced in Rome, but, the truth is that they were not frequently hosted during feasts and gala affairs. It was Rome’s elite class like emperors that often engaged in orgies that were highly unsafe and unpredictable.

Most rich and famous personalities threw gala parties and feasts that seldom culminated into orgies. But, emperors like Caligula and Elagabalus had orgy sessions in their palaces that often resulted in deaths and killings, given the unpredictable nature of these personalities.

12. The Imperial Palace turned into a whorehouse

It was not once but several times that The Imperial palace turned into a brothel by various Roman emperors who couldn’t just stay away from sex. These depraved men went far by transforming their own palace into a whorehouse. Caligula once turned a wing of his palace into a brothel in order to earn back public funds that he had spent on his own lascivious activities. He also allowed Roman men to visit the whorehouse and pay later. This way, Caligula made lust a business venture.

13. The Stoics of Rome and their take on sex

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The believers of Stoicism, a Hellenistic Philosophy were known as Stoics who believed in equality of all people and regarded no one lesser in the society. This included slaves as well as women who were treated as second class citizens in ancient Rome. They also preferred social stability over sex and other lustful acts. To them, pleasure seeking activities were not the basis of human life and regarded sex as an activity that bonded people together with bond and affection. The Stoics were not anti sex but regarded it an unnecessary desire that needed to be approached with a rational mind.

14. Prostitution was a legal profession

Prostitution was very pivotal to sex in ancient Rome. It attracted hoards of men, both commoners as well as elite that found their lusts satisfied by visiting brothels. The Romans loved sex in every form and prostitution was a legalized activity. No one seemed to be bothered about the prevalence of prostitution, not even the Roman wives. It were usually the freed women or slaves that worked as prostitutes. But, it wasn’t uncommon to find high class women indulging in it just for pleasure. It was a legitimate business in 40 CE and income from it was taxable. Under the reign of Augustus, sex workers were exempted from giving moral penalties, whereas, the usual Roman citizens had to follow very strict moral codes of sexual conduct.

15. The tradition of kissing was spread by Romans

Roman sexuality was not only about lascivious dalliances like those of Caligula and Tiberius. It also included acts of love and passion. One such act was kissing that was considered to spread love and affection between two people. Kissing was an act that Romans loved to indulge in, and they actually helped spread this tradition of kissing all around the world. In fact Roman men were believed to be obsessed with kissing. In their obsession, they would often be found showcasing their kissing prowess in public. It was the Romans that started the tradition of kissing at the time of marriage when the couple would exchange vows and then kiss in front of all.

Also Read: 18 Weird Victorian Sex Tips

16. There were anal sex experts called Analists

Male sexuality in ancient Rome included all forms of sex as Roman men were fond of lustful activities to the core. They had no inhibitions visiting brothels or having multiple sexual partners. Anal or butt sex was considered okay in Rome but was seen as a lowly act during Biblical times. Anal sex was predominantly practiced by the general Roman man who would hump his partner, either a man or a woman from the back. But, in no circumstance, he were to get humped. Then it would be a case of scandal. Its believed that when Tiberius retired to Capri, he, being a lustful manic, hired ‘analists’, experts in butt sex. These experts would copulate in front of him by forming triple unions so as to arouse him.

17. The divine virgins of Rome were off limits

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Its rather surprising when you come to know that in ancient Rome, a group of women were off limits for men! Yes, we are talking about a group of women that were considered to be Vestal Virgins that offered themselves to the worship of Vesta, the Goddess of hearth. These women were the divine virgins no one could touch, and were regarded as the overseers of Rome's security. They lived at the Temple of Vesta and tended to it. The temple had six of these virgins at all times and they continued their services for 30 years.

Being divine virgins, no one could have sex with them, but, with the exception of Elagabalus, who, in his attempt to produce a divine child, married one of the Vestal Virgins.

Though, its very natural to assume that sex in ancient Rome was all about giant orgies and over the top affairs, reality was pretty different. Romans, no doubt, were masters of sexual acts, but there were many types of moral codes that regulated their acts and dalliances. From being lovers of porn, to being great kissers, Romans did it all!<|endoftext|>six × 5 =<|endoftext|>845<|endoftext|>93
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When you're constipated so badly that you have to reach out for leverage on the handi-tard bar and shit to press that thing out.
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 that soft fur. She wanted to stroke it and make that pussycat purr in delight. 'I am so thirsty, I need to drink her, I have to...'

Her train of thought was interrupted by another roar from the girl who now arched her back in orgasm. Her head whipped up and Erika could now see her face and look into her eyes. Those golden eyes with vertical slits that looked exactly like a cat's. The girl's ears twitched and her tail moved showing that they weren't fake. 'She isn't dressed as a cat, she's a real cat-girl.' The shock of that insight doused the inner fire that Erika hadn't even noticed starting.

She turned around and ran out of the room, not caring which way she turned or where she was going. She just kept running to put as much distance between her and that room. She took a left, a right and a left again until she had to stop and lean against the wall to catch her breath.

Initially she didn't care where she was now as her only concern was getting enough oxygen. But eventually her breathing returned to normal and her mind turned to the task of finding other people, more precisely people who were human and not having sex. At first she thought she had come to a halt next to a clock or closet. But when she moved a little to the center of the hall so she could see the front of it she saw it was neither of those things.

It was a sarcophagus, complete with a painting on it of a mummy decked out in gold and holding those two scepter-things. Erika vaguely recalled they had put one of those in but she could have sworn it was a lot smaller.

"Oh God!" she screamed as she jumped away. Something in the sarcophagus had moved and banged against the wood. As her heart rate slowed down she noticed that it was still rocking. Erika was conflicted on what to do, unsure if she should see if someone was trapped in there or simply leave before she could be surprised like before.

'I can't just go, I need to know if there is somebody in there who needs my help. And if that someone can help me,' she admitted. She wasn't too proud to acknowledge that she was in over her head.

Slowly she approached the elaborate coffin, ready to flee at any moment. She lay one ear on the front of the sarcophagus, once more straining to hear anything that might give her a clue as to who or what was on the other side.

"Oh, please... I need release... I have to... Please, I need more..." a woman's voice begged. Erika couldn't hear every word she was saying but it was obvious the woman inside wanted out, was perhaps even running out of air.

Her eyes quickly scanned the seam of the lid, trying to find something that would have prevented the person inside from just pushing the thing open. She quickly found the metal catches and after stepping out of the way she flipped them open. The sarcophagus swung open and Erika eagerly peered in, ready to accept the gratitude from the distraught female inside.

She was greeted by the sight of a woman wrapped up like a mummy. Those wrappings didn't cover all of her, she could see the woman eyes as well as her breasts capped with rock-hard nipples and a perfectly hairless snatch. Her skin was deeply tanned and had an almost golden sheen to it. The mummy-girl was rocking her hips against the back of the sarcophagus, which puzzled Erika until she caught something on the inside of the lid from the corner of her eyes.

A large dildo had been fastened to it and it was glistening with the woman's juices. She now had a pretty good idea what the woman in the sarcophagus was thrusting into and what she had been doing before that. 'She was fucking herself, getting filled up in both of her entrances.' The mummy-girl was still talking and Erika could hear her perfectly now. "No, I need more... More inside of me, has to go deeper, harder..."

The woman finally opened her dark eyes and they immediately zeroed in on Erika. Without preamble she latched onto Erika's right arm and pulled the pirate-girl to her.

Another hand caught the back of her head and suddenly Erika found herself kissing the other woman. Their breasts were pressed together and she could feel the other's hard points digging into her soft mounds. Her smell, her arousal filled the sarcophagus and was beginning to do the same thing to Erika's head.

Despite herself Erika began to kiss back, letting her tongue duel its supple opponent as her lips massaged the other's.

She didn't hear the lid move until she noticed the light in the coffin dim. Panicked Erika wrenched her head from the insisting woman to look over her shoulder. The lid was already halfway and the gap was rapidly getting smaller. She yearned to stay, to drop her trousers and let that big phallus fill her as she rubbed her nub against the mummy's but the fear of being locked up overrode such fantasies.

Surprisingly the girl didn't resist or try to stop her from leaving which was for the best because Erika barely managed to step out before it closed. The latches closed themselves even as a deep moan escaped the closed sarcophagus. Once again, Erika was alone. Once again, she found herself breathing hard. She shivered as a mix of fear and arousal coursed through her system.

'Things are looking up at last,' Erika concluded. She had finally found the stairs to the second floor and those to the third floor hadn't moved so now she just had to find the last flight of steps to the attic and she would be safe. Which was what she was doing at the moment, accompanied by the same music that had greeted her at the entrance. From time to time she found herself swaying in time with its beat, something she felt uncomfortable with but she couldn't tell why.

Once again a moan beckoned Erika. She already knew there would be no help coming from its source but the voice that had uttered this one sounded distinctly male and she found herself very curious. She peeked around the corner and her eyes tried to fall out of their sockets at her latest discovery even as fear paralyzed her.

A skinny guy was sitting on a chair located next to a door. He had come to the party dressed as Robin Hood and the bow and quiver of arrows were still resting against the wall next to him. His forest green tights however were pooled around his ankles and his impressive hard-on was pointing proudly into the air. His eyes were closed and he had thrown his head back.

Sitting on him was the ghost of a noble woman, her hair waving in a non-existent wind. Erika knew it was a ghost because she could see right the woman, witness how the ghost manipulated the member inside of her and apparently derive pleasure from the act if her expression was any indication.

Robin Hood cried out and his hips jerked as he came. Incredibly the ghost became more solid but Erika could still see Robin's dick and that it hadn't wilted. Its foreskin was pulled back and Robin grunted as an invisible force began to manipulate it. Erika slowly pulled her head back and soundlessly moved away, she didn't want to know what the ghost would do to her if she disturbed it.

The door cracked open just as Erika went by. She stopped and turned halfway, ready for anything. A woman poked her head out who looked relieved when she saw Erika. It was obvious she was dressed as Red Riding Hood, the signature cape was framing her blonde hair and her friendly blue eyes only added to the image.

Erika greeted her cautiously, "hi."

"Oh thank God, I thought I was the only sane one in this madhouse," Red began as she opened the door completely. "I don't know what is going on but I think we'll both be safer in this room than out there." And with that she stepped back to let Erika in.

Too relieved to find someone else who wasn't affected she already had a foot on the threshold when it dawned on her that the room was very dark. In fact, Red Riding Hood hadn't turned one single light on. She peered into the darkness and found she could only make out the girl because of her red cape. The darkness was obscuring everything else. "You're not a member," Erika commented as she stood on the threshold, not going any further.

Red Riding Hood shook her head. "Just a guest, I had heard Phi Beta Pi threw the best Halloween party but I think they went overboard on this one. Could you come inside? I don't want anything else to get in."

She felt her suspicions grow, there was something off. "Could you turn on the light first? I don't want to trip over anything."

"You don't have to worry about that, the room is very clean. And the light switch is near the door so why don't you step inside and turn the lights on."

"What's your name?" Erika suddenly asked. She didn't know where that came from but it was a way to stall and that was enough for her right now.

"I...I...I... Ehm, I really..." Erika couldn't see clearly but she thought Red looked distressed. 'And why can't she tell me her name? Okay, so there is definitely something going on.'

Even from the doorway she could hear the sigh coming from the girl followed by a click and suddenly the room was bathed in light. There were three beds in the room and Red Riding Hood was standing in front of the center one. There was something underneath the sheets but she couldn't make out what and the things leading away from it drew her attention anyway.

One purple, organic-looking tube ran from


 The rest solidified into a new two-piece cheerleader's outfit made of shiny, gold-and-purple fabric. The top hugged her form all the way up to her neck, though a heart-shaped cleavage window offered a tantalizing glimpse of her breasts. Behind, an ornate bow shaped like a pair of golden, insect-like wings sprouted on her back.

The bottom was a gold-and-purple miniskirt, behind which trailed a pair of long striped ribbons, attached to a second, larger purple bow. A pair of translucent, shining golden silk veils dropped from the skirt on each side, giving Yumi's strange attire a more regal look. Playfully, the girl lifted her skirt to confirm that she was in fact wearing no underwear at all! She dropped it, and a cute little bee buckle popped into existence on her belt.

With a few more waves of Yumi's pom-poms, a pair of sneakers, as well as long stockings and gloves striped in her color scheme appeared to complete the outfit. Finally, the pendant on her neck detached to turn into a silver tiara. It landed on her head in a flash of light, causing her hair to explode into countless elegant curls, some of them golden, some remaining purple.

With full, purple lips, Yumi blew a kiss at an unseen camera, before setting a pom-pom-holding hand behind her head, and another on her hip, posing as she called out her new name in a sultry voice:

"Bees? Seriously?" Miharu squeaked out.

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I want you to take a deep breath and repeat after me: my sexuality is human.

It might be a hard pill for most of us to swallow - especially if we've grown up around aunties in tummy-bearing saris (by the way, werk!) telling us to not wear shorts kyunki log kya kahenge? ("What will people say?")

Before I dive into this, let me tell you that I'm not some brown girl living in a first world, sex-positive country. Nope. Nada. I've spent eighteen years right here living my middle-class life in the humid cesspool that is Mumbai. Sure, it might be one of the more liberal areas, especially in comparison to some less fortunate, rural regions of India - I'm not going to discount that. But I've had my fair share of aunties (and parents, uncles, grandmas, the lady at the parlour, et al) telling me that my body and my sexuality is something I should hide. I believed them for waaay too long for it to be healthy, but better late than never, I suppose. Anyway, before I digress...

This one's for that one girl who probably hit puberty a couple of months ago and is really f$#%kin' confused about her body right now. I want you to know that it's okay to feel what you're feeling. The hair on your body doesn't make you ugly. It's natural. To keep it or get rid of it is your decision. No one else's. That warm, oozy sensation when you see that person you really like? It's not wrong. Wanting to touch yourself isn't inappropriate. It's your body, you might as well explore it. You have every right to. You're not alone, either - we all do it.

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For a country that is so damn shy of the word 'sex' or 'masturbation', we sure do indulge in a lot of it. For instance, in 2017, PornHub revealed that female viewers of porn in India increased the most out of all countries, skyrocketing up by 129%. The same report also states that the majority of Indian users on PornHub are aged between 18-24, which is a stark change from the website's global average of 35. The point is, we're all having fun in our bedrooms, but for some reason we refuse to talk about it. Conversations matter more than one might think they would. The lack of them is really not helping the girls across the country who are pushed into believing that their bodies and their sexuality is something they should be ashamed of - not only does it keep them from understanding their own bodies, but it also drives them away from educating themselves on how to have safe, enjoyable sexual experiences.

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So ladies, here's my humble request: talk about it. Tell your sister, daughter, friend, girlfriend, or whoever it may be, to embrace it. Love it. Enjoy it.

And, for God's sake, don't let anyone tell you to be ashamed of it.

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Amidst the bustling Coatesstreets, nestled between a nondescript street, stood your house of Whispers. Just as the sun dipped listed below the horizon, a soft glow originated from its windows with the pledge of fulfillment and satisfaction for those brave enough to venture inside.

As the large oak door swung open, visitors were greeted with an envigorating mix of scents - the sultry aroma of musk, the warm embrace of spices, and a faint alluring touch of fragrance. The dimly lit room functioned as an entrance to a world brimming with distress, lust, and passion.

Madame Lucille, the raven-haired proprietor of the facility, supervise her domain with a firm hand and unmatched authority. Being a seasoned charmer, she would welcome each guest with an understanding smile and piercing green eyes. Behind her radiant personality, her mind was constantly sorting through countless stories and tricks she had actually concerned discover from her patrons.

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It remained in this whirlwind of passions that Katherine first locked eyes with Victor. As they participated in a conversation sprinkled with wit, intelligence, and a touch of humor, a deep emotional intimacy started to form in between them. Isabella, on the other hand, found herself drawn towards a beginner, a man who appreciated her uniqueness and self-reliance.

The moon cast its mystic glow on the House of Whispers, covering everyone with its silvery light. That night had actually been the dawn of new starts and unanticipated relationships, for everybody involved had actually seen sparks of their own desires kindled in the depths of another's soul.

As the very first rays of the sun signaled the end of the bewitching adventure, the clients silently filed out of the Coates brothel, their pleased hearts yearning for more. And within your home of Whispers, the stories of desire, desire, and passion would continue to entwine, emulating the lovely complexity of human connections on the ever-changing canvas of life's unfolding drama.

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Bettie Page (born April 22, 1923 – December 11, 2008) was an American model and actress who became a cultural icon and sex symbol of the 1950s. She was known for her provocative and risqué pin-up photos, which often featured her in bondage and fetishistic poses.

Born in Nashville, Tennessee, Page grew up in a strict religious household. After graduating from high school, she moved to New York City to pursue a career in modeling. She began her modeling career in the late 1940s, posing for various photographers and appearing in men's magazines such as "Pictorial Review" and "Bachelor's Boudoir."

However, it was her work with photographer Irving Klaw in the early 1950s that brought her to widespread attention. Klaw specialized in bondage and fetish photography, and Page's images in his studio became some of the most iconic of the era. She was often dressed in revealing outfits, such as fishnet stockings and leather bondage gear, and was frequently bound and gagged in the photographs.

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Despite her retirement from the public eye, Bettie Page's influence on popular culture continued to be felt. She was a major influence on the burgeoning fetish and bondage subcultures of the 1960s and 1970s, and her images continue to be celebrated and replicated in various forms of media. She is often referred to as the "Queen of Pin-ups" and is remembered as a pioneering figure in the history of erotic photography.

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Romeo, the infamous college-going student from Delhi, had a reputation for his uncanny ability to satisfy women. He had recently been approached by a divorced woman in her early fifties, who had been a regular reader of Romeo’s erotic tales in various platforms.
Her name was Meera, a 52-year-old divorced woman who had been craving the touch of a man for ten long years. She had stumbled upon Romeo’s story, “The Ecstasy of Married Delhi Woman,” and felt an instant connection to his explicit words.

Meera reached out to Romeo through Gchat, her fingers trembling with anticipation as she typed out her message. She introduced herself as a long-time admirer of his work and expressed her curiosity about his fantasies. Romeo, always eager for new challenges and experiences, agreed to meet with Meera.

Their first rendezvous took place in a quaint little café in the heart of Delhi. Meera, dressed in a seductive yet sophisticated outfit, caught the attention of Romeo as she entered the café. Her eyes met his, and an unspoken understanding passed between them.
“So, Meera, you’ve been enjoying my stories, huh?” Romeo began, his eyes never leaving hers.
“Yes, Romeo. I find them incredibly arousing, but I’ve always wondered – how much of it is fiction and how much is based on real-life experiences?” Meera replied, her gaze never wavering.
“Well, Meera, a gentleman never kisses and tells, but let’s just say that I’ve had my fair share of adventures. And I’m always willing to explore new territories.” Romeo’s voice was smooth like silk brushing against her skin.
Meera’s heart raced as she listened to Romeo’s words. She felt a warmth between her legs, a longing that had been suppressed for far too long.
“I’m curious, Romeo. How do you usually start your encounters? What sort of foreplay do you enjoy?” Meera asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Romeo leaned in, his voice low and seductive. “It all depends on the woman, Meera. Some enjoy a gentle touch, while others crave a more aggressive approach. I like to tailor my approach to their desires.”
Meera’s breath hitched at the thought of Romeo’s skilled hands on her body. She could feel the heat rising between them, a palpable tension that threatened to consume her.
“I’d like to see what you can do, Romeo. Perhaps we could explore each other’s fantasies together?” Meera suggested, her eyes locked onto his.
Romeo’s lips curved into a smile, a devilish glint in his eyes. “I think that could be arranged, Meera. But first, let’s discuss your desires. What are some of the things you’ve fantasized about?”

Meera hesitated for a moment, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “I’ve always been fascinated by the idea of being taken in every possible way. I want to experience the pleasure of being penetrated without any hesitation or mercy.”
Romeo’s eyes widened with excitement. “Well, Meera, it just so happens that I specialize in fulfilling such fantasies. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We should take our time and explore each other’s bodies first.”

Meera nodded eagerly, her anticipation growing with every passing second. She wanted to feel Romeo’s touch, to experience the pleasures he had so vividly described in his stories.
They continued to chat for hours, discussing their desires and fantasies in explicit detail. As the night wore on, Meera found herself growing increasingly aroused. She was more than ready to take the next step with Romeo.

“Meera, I think it’s time for us to move this to a more private setting,” Romeo whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her skin.
She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. They made their way to a nearby hotel, their bodies practically vibrating with desire.
As soon as they entered the hotel room, Meera felt Romeo’s hands on her, undressing her with a fervor that sent shivers down her spine. His lips found hers, his tongue exploring her mouth with an expertise that left her breathless.

Romeo’s hands roamed her body, caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples, causing her to moan with pleasure. He kissed a trail down her neck, nibbling on her earlobes and eliciting soft gasps of


club main page.
- Great looking girls and the majority of them do anal and deepthroat (older scenes have more regular, vaginal sex but for the past two years or so almost every scene has some anal action).
- Scenes look good with varied camera angles, good light, good combination of wide shots and close-ups
- The last two or three scenes feature a very brief interview and the girl playing with herself before the actual sex, otherwise the action is a bit formulaic with BJ, vagina sex, some anal, back to BJ and cumshot
- Some very very hot girls, including several that don't show up anywhere else on the network (or even on-line as far as I can tell)
- Ever scene has very good quality images, although no zip (I recommend using neodownloader to get the images)
Cons: - Just like the entire teencoreclub network this site suffers from simplistic webdesign, very strange update schedule and no search features.
- Hot models doing anal but pretty much everything else here is a con starting with the price and going all the way to lack of choices when it comes to downloads.
- This is the only site in the network that for me had strange download speeds. Sometimes it would max my internet connection, sometimes it would go as slow as 20kb or time-out. Not sure why or how.
- Price is pretty restrictive
Bottom Line: I always find it tough to review a site from the Teencore club network. On one hand they have incredible models often well before they show up anywhere else on the internet (I believe Isabella Clark and Aspen Richardsen started on this network) but at the same time everything else about the network is barely worth mentioning.

The web design is basic, reminding me of the first porn sites that were available on-line. Customer support is very basic, there are no extras worth mentioning, no different options when downloading a scene (you get WMV and that's it) The pictures don't have zip archives. There is no model search or even content type search. For example on this site about a third of the scenes are only vaginal sex, but there is no way to filter them out.

The list of complaints can go on and on, but in the end this is a network that has great looking girls and not much else going on for it. Still I find myself coming back for them again and again for brief periods of time. I use image grabbers to get all the images and periodically download the updates but in all honesty I wouldn't stay a member for long periods of times.

Now that being said about the network itself I have a few comments on this site in particular.

The scenes here seem to run a bit longer than the rest of the network, most of them 30 minutes or a bit more. The angles of the action seem more varied here and the guy goes from anal to vaginal, back to anal pretty often in many different positions. In fact I'd say this is the most varied site on the whole network, aside from HardcoreYouth (which is compete different in vibe and more similar to firstanalquest or 21 sextury).

Another interesting aspect for me was that many of the scenes seem more realistic with some the girls struggling to accept the male model into their buts. Maybe they film the girls first on this site or the guy is significantly bigger than they experienced before but there are not many massive gapes here, something I was actually pretty pleased with.

Overall, I'd recommend this network to anyone who hasn't been a member before and enjoys young girls doing real hardcore stuff. Try it for a month or two, get all the DRM free content you can get and wait a few months until they get some new content then pay them another visit if you like their type of content.

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Deep Throat Love

Status: Was a member approx. 2 months prior to this review.
Pros: - Around 145 scenes now and updating regularly (almost weekly, although they do miss a week or two here and there). Most scenes come in a range of formats including HD (1250x700) as well as standard sizes and small clips. They also have HD images for each set at 3,000px × 2,000px (zip archives available). Older stuff is of course in lower resolutions, but for the most part stuff looks great.

-Download speeds were incredible at around 1 mb per video. No issues with log-out or missing links or anything like that. Overall the technical aspects of the site work well. However, I do wish they had a way to show all models on this site alone as opposed to models in the entire network.

- The scenes have good camerawork, but they tend to focus a bit too much on close-ups. Good light and hot models.

- Although the site is called Deepthroat love I believe all scenes have some regular sex as well, and we even get some threesomes (not too much anal though)

- Overall fun scenes with cute girls
Cons: - I mentioned this in almost every one of my reviews for Porn pros but it's a pretty huge mistake and it's very obvious here: they need a better thumbnail system. Right now as you navigate the site you get to see the scenes name and the models in it, but the picture for it is always hard to make out (you often see more of the cock and the girl's forehead than her actual face.)

- Each scene starts with an interview that can get ridiculous. The camera guy asks the girl to deepthroat a dance wand, or a banana or some candy marshmallows. One one hand it can be funny, but then again it takes 5 minutes away from 30 minute scenes. Depends on you if it's a bonus or a con. For me it got repetitive and the girls weren't interesting enough to make it fun.

- Although they do deepthroat none of the scenes are as anywhere as intense as FacialAbuse or Gagfactor or even Teencoreclub. The girl's make-up doesn't get ruined and they don't end up with spit on their faces.
Bottom Line: It's been a while since I last visited Pornpros and the network has improved in many areas, while maintaining some of the positive stuff that attracted me to them in the first place.

They still get some good looking models and many of them are exclusive. The girls do hardcore (including some impressive deep throating on this site), but it never feels forced or abusive. In fact the whole vibe of the site and the network is fun, ridiculous and over the top fun.

Let me give you some examples of the kind of scenes you can get inside. In one video the girl tries to stuff 24 marshmallows in her mouth and looks like she's about to explode into laughter at how ridiculous the whole thing is. In another scene the girl tries to deepthroat twizlers and almost gets the hickups. It all feels funny and while it can get a bit repetitive if you like the vibe this site is great. (I think at some point or another you get to see girls try to deepthroat bottles of water, sausages, almost all kinds of candy imaginable, bananas, corn, asparagus and celery, oh and cucumbers, how could I forget cucumbers)

Once the interview and the attempt at stuffing ridiculous food down your throat is done the girl goes down on the male model with a lot of closeups of the action. This depends a bit from scene to scene but overall I'd say you get too see everything, even a bit too close for my preference. The BJ sessions are interrupted by sex usually at least twice. Most videos have doggy, reverse cow and some sort of missionary with her legs over her head.

What I found interesting was that most girls really seem to get into the sex and many of then bounce on the guys cock as opposed to him doing all the work. This can be very hot if you like to see a girls round ass as she bounces on a dude in doggy style. I, personally found it extremely hot and different from a lot of sites where the girl just sits there taking it very passively.

The content is pretty similar all throughout the site and most models fit the same mold (big breasts, round asses, a lot of them have tattoos and piercings and although they all say they are 18 or 20 they seem to be somewhere in that 25-ish nebulous porn starlet age)

Some of the cons are that it's not as intense as you'd expect from a site named Deepthroatlove and most action feels too mainstream, no DP, no runny make-up, no really gagging or intense face fucking. In fact very much of the content feels like a pretty standard porn DVD. While this is fine, it does feel like they should get at least some scenes with more umph. Right now I felt like half the scenes here could have been on any other one of the sites in the network. Then again if you just want straight sex with good looking very well made-up girls this will be perfect.

Anyhow, combined with the network access (which gives you more scenes than you'll ever be able to watch) the site is a great deal if you're not looking for very niche porn. For anyone that wants to replace DVD's with the convenience of a major network this site is perfect. It offers enough hardcore action to satisfy most people, stays fun and has consistently high quality.

If they would improve their thumbnail system and get some more unique looking models I'd declare this a perfect site. As it stands this site just didn't fit my personal taste and while I do recommend it, make sure you like their type of content before committing to a membership.

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 asked, smiling sweetly.

FUCK! I hadn't actually said that, had I? "Wh... what?" I mumbled.

"You looked at me as if you were about to ask a question," you explained, running your fingers through those blonde locks again.

Thank God. The words had run through my brain, not my mouth.

But the way you gave me that Sammi look, your blue eyes staring directly into mine, that twinkling, sexual gaze boring inside me, reaching parts that longed to be reached- I was sure you knew exactly what you were doing. It was a mind fuck, pure and simple.

"Hey, Alan," you said, bringing me out of my reverie again.

If anything, those blue eyes upped the pace, promising everything. My cock twitched, reacting to those eyes, in just the same way as it would if you had those soft lips wrapped around it, as it would if it was slowly pushing inside you, your long legs spread wide as you welcomed me inside your buttery sex.

"Hey," you repeated.

I swallowed deeply as you leant forward. "Sorry," I mumbled again, trying to regain control of my senses for a moment.

"That's okay," you smiled, while the look in your eyes kept up the pressure. "Something's on your mind. Want to share those thoughts?"

"Want me to?" I asked, looking for a way out.

There wasn't any. The way you nodded and said, "Of course," told me that.

I swallowed again. "I was thinking how it would feel to fuck you," I simply said.

I wasn't sure what reaction I'd get. A look of shock? A burst of laughter? An embarrassed smile? It was none of those things. That same 'come-to-bed' Sammi-look continued to search inside my soul as you nodded, just as if I'd asked if you'd enjoyed the meal.

"Unbelievable," you replied, a smile breaking out across your lips. It wasn't just the answer that sent a shiver of excitement through me. Not even the matter-of-fact response, as if fucking you would blow my mind. No, it was the way those eyes said, you never know.

The spell was broken, albeit temporarily, as the waiter brought our coffees. Waiting until he left us alone, you leant across the table again. "Well?"

"Well what?" I stupidly responded. My erection twitched again. Surely you weren't suggesting.......

"You haven't told me what we're going to do after dinner!"

Oh, yes. That! Not an easy question to answer. After all, we'd just eaten. You'd made it clear you didn't enjoy shows. And a nightclub was a naff idea. Shit! That's when the idea hit me.

"How about?" I began, smiling at you...

I don't drink red wine very much. That's not because I don't like it, for I do. I prefer the taste, generally and the texture as it slips down my throat is usually lovely. No, I tend to choose white for two reasons. Firstly it doesn't stain your teeth as red wine and strong coffee can. So I take the strong coffee, espresso usually, and pass on the red stuff. As white wine seems to me to be weaker, generally, that creates the other reason why I stay away from the Clarets, the Barollos and Chiantis; I don't get pissed as quickly on the Chardonnay, Chablis or white Burgundies as I do on them.

I had forgotten about those reasons today. I often do that with promises, vows or New Year resolutions; it can very useful having a selective memory, not to mention (natural) blonde hair as well. I had no idea about my teeth as I sat listening to you and wondering where this almost Kafkaesque, certainly surreal and definitely Freudian encounter was leading. I was, though, quite aware of the second reason regarding my avoidance of red wine. Yes I felt slightly pissed. And as those woozy feelings slightly befuddled my head, I wondered if what some say about people being at their most natural when inebriated was true. I wondered that particularly, because I felt so unusually, almost unbelievably and certainly hugely horny. And that just doesn't happen to me, well not very often it doesn't.

'He didn't did he?'

'Did he say that, are my ears working properly?'

'He couldn't have done, but I think he did.'

I was saying those things to myself as we seemed to be staring at each other like two starry eyed teenagers, not like a mature man and a young bird.

I tried using my mind like a computer. Going into storage and retrieving some data so that it may be reviewed again. 'Yep, that's what he said,' the hard drive confirmed.

"I was thinking how it would feel to fuck you,"

Was I annoyed, hurt, ashamed or pleased? Did I feel insulted, worried, concerned or scared? Had you abused, demeaned or degraded me? Were you pushing your luck, did you have unattainable aspirations, was it a bloody cheek to try to pull a granddaughter? Were you out of your fucking head asking me such a thing?

I didn't know the answers. Was there any? How does a girl handle such a situation? It was so far outside of anything that had ever happened to me that I had no previous to call upon.

All I was sure about was that, and I could hardly believe it was the paramount emotion, I was impressed. Yes fucking impressed because an old guy had told me he was wondering what it would be like to fuck me. No one had ever said that to me before, not surprisingly really. Alright wiseguys in clubs had asked questions out of the blue, like 'Do you fuck strangers?' But they didn't count. This did though. This counted a lot.

I had only once, and that was with an 'older' guy as well, had such a conversation. One where the 'nitty gritty' was, mixing metaphors so easily, 'on the table.' Where we, well you at least, was saying what you meant and felt. It takes experience, confidence and a certain amount of gravitas to be able to wonder to a young bird what it would feel like to fuck her. It didn't, as it could so easily, come across as sounding pervy or sleezy, assumptive or pushy. No, to my, perhaps overly impressionable ears, for I am such a sucker for intelligence, a cogently posed argument employing good English is far more likely to get my knickers down than is Bradlike face or body. Being told that someone wondered what it would be like to fuck me, came across as being erotically intellectual, or was intellectually erotic more apt? Fuck knows.

Maybe splitting hairs somewhat, you hadn't said that you would like to fuck me, or that you had been thinking about fucking me, or how much you would like to fuck me, or how excited the idea of fucking me made you. No, you said that you were wondering how it would FEEL to fuck me. I took that to mean, not the feelings you might get from my tight young cunt muscles grabbing your cock, not the feel of my tits on your chest and not the feel on your hand and fingers from caressing my 'tits and ass.' No I took it to mean how you would feel, really feel. How you would feel emotionally, deep down inside? You could go and buy from a hooker or massage girl the other sexually physical feelings, but not the inner feeling that only you could experience from pulling a young bird, chatting her up and impressing her, me, into letting you fuck her. Or more to the point, and probably more what you wanted, for her to fuck you as you fucked her. Isn't that what all men really want, to be fucked as they fuck?

Despite the age gap, which certainly earlier in the meal had seemed to vanish, only to come back when you mentioned about what we should do after dinner, was diminishing again now you had broached the topic that is always there when 'boy meets girl.'

'How would it feel to fuck me?' I wondered suddenly thinking 'How would it feel to be fucked by you? How would your body feel? Would you get fully hard? Would you need help, would you be able to keep it up, and stay hard for how long and when would you be able to do it again? What would your skin feel like to my touch?'

Bloody hell my slightly pissed mind was whirling fast. So fast I couldn't multi-task sufficiently to think and talk and that's why I came up with such a pants reply as.

I was surprised you didn't say 'What the fuck does that mean?'

Instead, as I felt the cotton of my blouse rubbing against what I knew without looking were, my hardened nipples, you said. "How about?" And then paused.

It was like those stupid shows on TV when they are eliminating people and they feel that by saying 'And the couple going home this week are..............................." and then wait almost a week before announcing it, that they are building the tension. I never feel it when watching Celebrity Get Me Out of Here, but by Christ I did as I looked into your eyes searching for a sign of what might be coming next.

I half felt that you would suggest 'A nightcap at my hotel' or maybe going to bar. A little bit of me thought you would suggest a club and some felt you would continue from "How about" with "Us going outside and me fucking you up against a wall in a quiet alleyway."

With the impatience that at times makes me appear to be childlike as I try to find out what my parents have bought me for a birthday or Christmas present I couldn't


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My girlfriend and I are truly a match made in fetish heaven. Even though our society is supposedly sexually liberated, it is difficult to broach the subject of licking ass, and although I can't know this, it's probably safe to assume that most people who do it aren't open about it because so many people react prudishly, despite what their sexual appetites may be telling them. I haven't met a straight/bi guy yet who can't appreciate the beauty of a woman's ass, but to say "I'd love to eat that for hours" is still something that I feel can only be said in select company, at least in my experience.

All that having been said, my lady's ass is exquisite. She is short (5'4) and thick (155 lbs), and is considered fat by many I'm sure, but I am in lust as well as in love with her. She wears her weight well, with a nice tummy (not a pouch), nice tits (not too big and droopy), and an ass that magnetized me to her when I first met her. It is a perfect apple, with a wonderful crevice that has a circle of hairs peeking out from where they surround her anus. We get along well in most respects, and the physical chemistry is just perfect. I want to relate in detail how one particular afternoon experience of worshipping that gorgeous butt went down.

She had been out for the day shopping with her mother and had returned around four on a winter afternoon, that time of golden light creeping into dusk. She had showered that morning and just as she was walking out she said, "Damn, I gotta hit the bathroom before I go." She took long enough so that I knew it was number two, and after five or so minutes I heard a flush and out she went, wearing leggings beneath her jeans as it was indeed a cold day. When she returned home about five hours later, I was relaxing on the couch reading. She set her bags down, gave me the rundown of her day, what she could and couldn't find, yada, yada, yada, and how she just wanted to rest. I said I can help with that, and we exchanged that knowing look between us in which we non-vocally acknowledge the nature of my submissive need to worship her body. We are not a dom/sub couple, but our inclinations in that respect work well together.

"How about lying down on your belly, sweetie, and let me take care of you."

"Mmmm, that sounds wonderful."

She laid herself down on the couch, made vibrant in the late afternoon light. She had already taken off her coat and sweater, leaving a yellow cotton tee shirt and her jeans with all of her glory beneath. Her thick frame was so delicious in its appeal, just waiting for me to enjoy it. I gave a quiet thanks to the Divine and began rubbing her shoulders and back, eventually moving my hands under her shirt. She had taken her bra off before we started, so there wasn't that uncomfortable bit of fabric in the way, just soft, smooth, chubby skin that electrified my senses. After kneading her back for a while I moved to the area just above her waistline, pushing my thumbs under her jeans, leggings, and panties, rubbing the top of her crack. She cooed and I hardened considerably. Reaching around I unbuttoned her jeans and peeled them off, which took some effort.

Finally they were off and her shapely body was there for the licking, framed well by the leggings, which went off right after the jeans. This is the moment when I fight with myself, my instinct being to rip her panties off and go at it, but I do have a fetish for panties, and I just had to enjoy them on her for a bit more. They were cotton tangas, light blue with a dark blue border. I love this style of panties on her, how her ass stretches them, pulling the back into her crack. I rubbed and kissed my way slowly up her legs, sitting on the floor leaning across her. My kisses were alternating thigh to thigh, close to her treasure, when I climbed onto the couch. I was comfy in pajamas and a cotton shirt, which I took off to feel my chest against her legs. A similar situation, in the beginning of our relationship, would cause her to pause and to wash up, as she was conscious about having "gone" earlier and being sweaty. Her skin was indeed a little moist, from the layers of clothing, but not really wet. I could tell, however, that her panties had soaked up some sweat throughout the day, and as my face inched upward, her scent filled me. It was strong and lovely, that delicious ass smell that makes men (and many women) so primal in their lust. I continued to kiss upward, making it to her cheeks, and she let out a soft moan and said, "I love you."

"I love you, and I love this."

Kissing along the edge of her panties, I slanted along her right cheek and across her waist, then down her left cheek. They were soft, tentative kisses, as I learned long ago that good things are better when you take your time. When I got down to the bottom I was positioned just over her anus and, leaning my nose into her crack, pushing the fabric in further I took a light sniff. It was strong, i.e. oh so natural. I increased the pull into my lungs with my second inhale and was overwhelmed with lust for this woman, this chubby, sexy creature lying belly down, all curves and soft flesh. Her shirt was still on, which I like as it accentuates the fact that I am servicing her, although really we are servicing each other. Her panties had to go at this point as I could no longer prolong it. I snuck my fingers into the waistband at her hips, squeezing into the damp panties as she leaned up into that wanton arch signifying the pleasure to come. I pulled slowly as the panties dragged over her bottom, letting her scent permeate the air much more richly than before. Down her legs and over her feet, she was now bottomless.

I was in full lust mode now. An extra-terrestrial invasion would've caused no alarm in me at this point. Light, passionate licks up and down her crack. The interruption of her hairs in the contact nearly made me cum, so pungent was their taste and scent. After a few passes up and down her crack they were matted against her skin. I placed my hands on her cheeks and with my thumbs slowly pulled them apart. The scent reached its apex as it wafted out, causing me to moan in sexual delirium. She made her own noises. Leaning forward, holding her open, I sniffed and stared. Her asshole is beautiful and certainly not a bleached pink starfish. It was brown and sticky with sweat and hair, many of the hairs sticking to each other in clumps that clearly indicated she had shit this morning. She is a thorough wiper, but sometimes it's inevitable that traces get left behind when one doesn't shave her ass. The scent was overpowering and no, it was not fecal, but pure butt, anal pheromones, and a day's worth of sweat.

Moving back to the top of her crack I kissed downward, pausing to lightly lick, then resuming the kisses. Her anal hair begins just above her asshole and


. On her feet she wore deep, white, leather boots that fitted her legs perfectly and went all the way up to her knee.

Once all the mistresses and slaves were ready, Cassandra faced Rayla’s balcony.

“House mistress, as you know I am popular in the fetish world as one of the most tolerant mistresses, most of the man who throw themselves at my feet any plan to swim in the shallowest waters of perversion. But that doesn’t mean that I can’t be a cruel, sadistic bitch like Linda, or a power hungry animal like Mira, I made my two little slaves into perfect anal whore, I sodomized them all night to prepare them for the show. I hope you enjoy.” Cassandra talked in a calm but strict tone, that would send shivers down anybody’s spine.

Rayla calmly nodded in approval, and as a sight to begin the show. Cassandra clapped her hands twice, the door to the slave pit opened, and two younger man came crawling out. They were both naked, on their hands and knees, with black leather collars around their neck, crawling towards their mistress with their tongue out and panting like dogs. Once they came closer, everyone could see the gaping holes on their asses. They were about the size of a fist. Rayla was pleased when she saw how Cassandra prepared her slaves, while other, more gentile mistresses like Mira were shocked, and everyone in the room was aroused by the scene.

“Hello boys, I see your anuses were loosened beyond all hope last night.” Cassandra admired her work, while both slaves were only panting.

She turned to Rayla: “They are forbidden to talk, they only serve as animals for anal abuse.” Cassandra explained.

She walked up to the table with equipment, taking from it a huge strap on dildo. She put in around her waist. Before she turned back to her slaves, they were so excited to see the dildo on her that they started to drip precum out of their hard cocks, they panted deeper and faster.

“This is the only tool I need, you both are going to worship MY cock, and the one that does a better job will have the privilege of being raped by it, while licking the asshole of the loser.” Cassandra explain the rules of her game.

Immediately, both slaves jumped to their knees and started to lick the rubber cock and balls. One of the slaves massaged the cock with his tongue, while the other one sucked on both of the fake balls, spit dripping off his face. They both seemed to be enchanted by their mistress. Rayla looked on, getting turned on more and more, she was delighted to see Cassandra’s ability to wash the minds of her slaves, making them like blank paper on which to write whatever their owner wished, to turned them into what their owner wants them to be.

After a while one of the slaves started to swallow Cassandra’s cock whole, deprived of any gag reflex he once may have had. He put the dildo down his throat and didn’t move for minutes, even his own mistress was impressed by this.

“And we have a winner!” She laughed, pushing the slave down on the ground and forcing the cock out of his mouth.

The slave them immediately got up to his hands and knees, he bowed his head down and pushed his gaping ass up, ready to take his reward. Mistress Cassandra knelt behind his, ramming her dick inside his ass, it fitted perfectly and didn’t even stretch him at all. Cassandra started to fuck him hard, her whole 20cm long dildo rammed in and out of his ass, but the slave stayed silent because of the way he was trained. The first few times the whole mansion could hear his screams, but after a few sessions with Cassandra he accepted his fate, and learned to enjoy the bloody mess she would leave him in. The other slave crawled in front of the first one, spreading his ass wide. The slaves that was being fucked raised his head and without any hesitation inserted his tongue into the other slave’s anus. The both of the slaves in this chain of sodomy were quiet, Cassandra fucked one mercilessly, while he kept pleasuring the other slave. From time to time Cassandra would slap her bitch on his ass making him shiver a little.

“You see house mistress, both of my dogs are silent while I take away their manhood. Once I win and you give them to me, I will castrate them, and make them into my little anal whore for life, they will love me for it!” Cassandra screamed while ramming the slave’s ass.

She was right, both of the slaves wanted nothing more but that to happen to them, they craved it since as long as they could remember, it was the way nature made them, they only needed to surrender to it, and with the help of mistress Cassandra they will.

As the show reached the end, and the slaves returned to the slave pit, Cassandra stood before the balcony, waiting eagerly to hear Rayla’s judgment.

Rayla stood up from her throne:

“The power and sheer mental control you hold over your dogs is impressive, Cassandra. It’s most noble of you to help those poor souls achieve their ultimate goal. Some men are created to serve, and it’s our job to help them fulfill their deepest desires. Thank you Cassandra for the wonderful show. Tomorrow, mistress Alexandra will show us her way of guiding the slaves to their destiny. I hope yours are as well trained as Cassandra's, mistress Alexandra.” Rayla smiled, it was obvious she was impressed by Cassandra’s show the most.

Day 4

The fourth day was very uneventful, after Cassandra’s presentation most mistresses thought it was impossible for Alexandra to give them a better show, and instead decided to spend the day training their slaves further. When the time finally came for the show to begin, only Cassandra and Rea were present with their slaves, while other mistresses were all training in their private dungeons. Mistress Alexandra was determined not to be swayed by this. Her slaves were already ready, kneeling on the podium in the middle of the main hall. As usual servants were present to help with the session, and house mistress Rayla sat upon her throne on the balcony.

Mistress Alexandra was dresses in a leather corset that covered her upper body, but with two large holes that left the area around her nipples pop out, her lower body was completely naked, except for her black high heels. The table had noticeably less equipment than before, there were only two glass chastity tubes, a small leash and a thick leather whip.

Alexandra stood before the balcony ready to start:

“Mistress Rayla, my slaves are as well trained as any other slaves, but these salves you gave me are the most perverted, dirty sex addicts I have ever seen! When I caught both of them masturbating without my permission I got so mad I wanted to order castration for them! But instead I decided to go for an option that would please my audience more. I had their tiny cocks locked in chastity tubes, preventing them from any stimulation, their cocks felt nothing for the last three days, and as you can see they are already hard only moments after I unlocked them!” Alexandra humiliated the slaves, they were both on their knees behind her with their legs spread apart, their manhood riding up between their legs.

“Today, I will tease them both mercilessly, until they cry for release, at the end I will decide if they are worthy to cum!” As Alexandra explained, her slave’s cocks would tense at any moment “cum” was mentioned.

Rayla could see how desperate they were to cum, Alexandra didn’t look like a mistress that would enjoy inflicting pain, but Rayla saw the sadistic pleasure she derived from denying pleasure to others.

Alexandra had her two slaves kneel next to each other, she took the two chastity cages and tried to put them on, but their cocks were too hard for the tubes to fit without hurting them. In her sadistic mercy, Alexandra decided to allow one slave to keep his genitals in a bowl of ice until his cock shrinks, as for the other one she forced his hard dick to bend in the chastity tube until it could be locked. All the while both slaves were moaning in the mix of pain and pleasure, one from the cold burn of the ice, and the other from the force of his mistresses hands, but both enjoyed the sensation on their cock, which were kept deprived of any touch for days.

After both of the tubes were on, Alexandra attached two small leaches to the balls of the slaves, and held them both in hand. She would then press her foot on the caged cock of one of the slaves thus keeping it in place while she pulls the leash tight around his balls and up from the ground. The first places started to moan the moment he felt something touch his chastity tube, he tried desperately to feel any pleasure he might by rubbing against the souls of Alexandra’s feet. He could feel nothing, but his cock did get hard inside his tiny tube, and he harder he got, the more pain and pressure he felt in his genitals. After a while the slave decided that it wasn;t worth it and tried to back away from Alexandra feet, but he was quickly reminded that he had no choice by her stepping even harder on his cock and the pull of the leash on his balls. This went on for at least half an hour before mistress Alexandra decided she had enough of it, and she moved on to the other slave, he was tortured in the same manner for the next half an hour. By the time this little game was finished both slaves were whining in pain and hopelessly begging for release from their tubes.

Mistress Alexandra then got each of her slaves to stand next to her legs, she ordered them to rub themselves against the lower part of her legs. They did as they were told and without any hesitation.

“Look at you little dogs! Doing anything


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Spellbinders, Samantha and Sabrina Hart, didn't expect such disastrous results when they mesmerized their kidnappers. Forced to alter their plans, the sisters escape in a very unexpected way. Will the women gain their freedom or are they doomed to fail?

No longer human, Aiden Troutman returns to Virginia to end his relationship with the human woman he'd planned to marry. He never expected to discover her apartment empty and the two sisters missing.

Stunned to discover Samantha's scent makes him feel more than he should, Quinn Sadler is convinced their enemies have her. Determined to find the two women, the men begin their search in the mountains of Virginia.

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When she looked down at herself, Samantha couldn't help but notice that her bruises were gone, her cuts, scrapes and welts were also healed. Reaching up, she pushed her hair from her face with a trembling hand.

"Now I know I'm dreaming." Tears filled her eyes and slid down her cheeks as she sat next to the man she loved and looked down at her body, no longer marred with the visual reminder of her time at that hellish camp.

"I do wish this wasn't a dream," she whispered. Pulling her robe tight, she lay back down next to Aiden, determined to enjoy the comfort of his presence while it lasted, even if it was only a figment of her imagination.

"You aren't dreaming, baby," Aiden said, his voice heavy with sleep. He wrapped his arm around her and squeezed gently. "You're in a hotel somewhere in West Virginia. Sabrina is in the adjoining room. Most importantly, you're both safe."

"It's a dream." She shook her head. "You're not real. This isn't real. It can't be. I had" Swallowing thickly, she cleared her throat. "There were"

"Cuts, bruises, welts from where they beat you?" he asked gently, then shook his head. "They're all gone, all healed. There's nothing left of them but your bad memories and even those I did my best to heal."

Samantha inhaled sharply and examined her memories. He was right. Even the worst of them seemed softened somehow. It was as though a lot of time had passed--a year, maybe two. She felthealed. Inside and out. "Can youdo this for Sabrina?"

"I don't think so. I don't know if I can get into her mind. If I can, I can heal her mind if she'll let me in." He shrugged. "However, you wanted me in your mind. You reached for my touch as I entered your thoughts." Rolling onto his side to face her, he gave her a crooked grin. "Somehow, I just don't think your sister is going to appreciate my help."

"Then heal her wounds."

His smile faded. "I can't."

"You can't or you won't," she asked, then thinned her lips. It was no secret that there was no love lost between the two of them, but she never thought he would let her sister suffer if it was in his power to stop it. She didn't want to think him so petty as to hold a grudge like that, but why else would he refuse to do it?

"Okay then. I won't do it." He sat up, swung his legs over the side of the bed, and sat with his back to her. "For one thing, neither of you would allow it."

"Bull chips! I just asked you to." Standing, she clenched her fist so hard it hurt. Never had she ever been so mad at him. Circling the foot of the bed, she moved to face him. He wasn't escaping this so easily. If it killed her, he would look at her and tell her why he wouldn't help her sister.

He shook his head. "Neither of you will like how it's done. Especially her."

Samantha opened her clenched fist and showed him the red crescents on her palm. Blood slowly seeped from the new wounds where her nails dug into her tender flesh. She shoved her hand into his face. "Then show me how it's done and let me decide." Never had she thought him capable of refusing to help someone who needed it before today. He'd always helped everyone he could as long as it was within his power to do so. But not today. Why?

"Fine," he bit the word out between clenched teeth.

A muscle popped in his jaw and his emerald gaze shot green fire at her. The glint in his eyes told her that maybe, just maybe, she should have left well enough alone.

"Put your hand in mine. Later, you aren't going to deny that you asked me to do this."

Samantha rested her hand in his. Two years of trusting this man made it easy to decide to keep doing so.

Circling her wrist with his fingers, Aiden bent over her hand, turned it over, and pressed a very long, very wet, and intimate kiss against


, but by all means, go ahead and scream yourself hoarse, don't mind me." He picked up the sheaf of papers scattered on her side of the desk, holding them up to the security light.

Suddenly remembering that she had been doodling on those papers during the sports round up, Elena sprinted over to the desk and ripped the papers out of his hands.

"Hey! I was reading those!"

"They're my private notes, you don't need to see them."

"If they're so private, maybe you shouldn't leave them all over the place."

"They were on my side of the desk! How was I to know you'd go snooping around?"

Damon leaned back against the desk, the security light flickering in his ice blue eyes, the green tinge of the exit sign throwing his raven hair into stark relief against his pale skin. "You know," he said, his eyes glittering. "You should probably be a bit nicer to me."

"And why do you think that?" Elena cocked her hip as she glared at him, causing Damon's eyes to travel down to those amazing legs, still framed by that little black skirt from earlier.

"In case you haven't noticed, the producer loves me. Who knows, maybe if I let slip about how hard it is to work with you, he might find me a new co-anchor." Damon shrugged.

"Me? I'm hard to work with? Are you kidding me?" Elena slammed down the pile of papers and leaned towards him. "I've had to work my ass off to get this position, and you come waltzing in with your fake charm and your plastic smile, and you think you've got everybody eating out of your hand! Well I'll tell you something, Damon Salvatore," she leaned in further, using her index finger to poke him in the chest. "I happen to be immune to all of it."

Damon looked down to her hand hovering tantalisingly close to his chest and grabbed it, wrapping his fingers around her wrist. His own pulse jumped as he felt hers start to race just below the skin. "How about you? Walking around in your shorter than short skirts? Flashing your legs in my direction every chance you get, just hoping I'll trip up and make a fool of myself? Fluttering your eyelashes every time I look at you?"

Elena gasped and tried to pull her hand out of his tight grip. "I don't... flutter my eyelashes!" she said indignantly.

Damon kept hold of her wrist, walking her backwards until she met the curve of the desk behind her. He leaned in closer, until all she could see were those piercing blue eyes. "Elena," he breathed out silkily. "You're doing it right now."

He closed the distance and met her lips with his own urgently. For a moment, he thought she was going to give in to him, before he felt her palms against his chest as she pushed him away.

Damon stumbled back a step, rubbing his cheek and rotating his jaw. For a girl with such little hands, she sure could give a good slap.

He opened his mouth, whether to apologise or start laughing he didn't know, but before he could make a sound, she launched herself at him.

Her hands went around his neck to tunnel through his hair as she pressed her breasts against him, suddenly aching for some friction between them. She pressed her mouth to his forcefully, trailing the tip of her tongue along the seam of his lips, encouraging him to part them and let her in. The moment he did, her tongue surged between his teeth, needing to be close to him, needing to taste him. She pushed him back until he was the one pinned to the desk, and she plastered her body against his, feeling the proof of his arousal against her stomach.

As their tongues battled for dominance, Damon grabbed her round the waist, sliding his fingers inside her top, under her jacket, feeling her moan into his mouth at the contact. Her hands slid down from his neck to his shoulders, pushing his jacket down his arms, before moving her fingers to the buttons on his shirt. Damon pulled his arms out, then pulled her jacket off, throwing it on the floor behind her, his mouth never leaving hers. His fingers gripped the hem of her top and he slid it up her ribcage slowly, trailing a path of tingles up her sides. She finally broke free from their kiss so he could lift her shirt over her head, arching her back as he placed kisses down over her jaw, sucking gently at the soft skin below her ear.

His hands came up to cup her breasts through her bra, and she moaned as his thumbs brushed her nipples, his touch hardening them into stiff peaks. Elena's hands slid down his chest, marvelling at the way his hard muscles felt underneath the silky softness of his skin. It was even better than she had imagined. She fumbled with his belt, undoing the top button and sliding her fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers.

Damon growled and pulled back, grabbing her around the waist and turning them round, lifting her and placing her on the edge of the desk. He flicked open the front clasp of her bra, staring in wonder at the way her skin broke out in goose bumps at his feather-light touch. He ghosted his fingers around the swell of one breast, as he leaned down to take the other in his mouth. His teeth nipped lightly at the hardened bud, and Elena moaned , her legs slipping open to allow him better access. He trailed his tongue down the valley between her breasts towards the waistband of her skirt, the sweetness of her taste overloading his senses. He slid his hands up her silky smooth legs, his thumbs rubbing tantalising circles on her inner thighs as they glided closer and closer to their destination at an agonisingly slow speed, and Elena thought she would pass out from the burning need to have him inside her. His hands slid up to her hips, his fingers taking hold of the top of her panties as he slowly slid them down. He placed a blazing trail of hot, open mouthed, kisses on her thighs as he navigated them down over her high heels, flinging them over his shoulder. He slowly worked his way closer to the apex of her legs, and as he brushed the tip of his tongue across her lower folds, she felt her eyes roll back in her head.

"Damon!" She cried out breathlessly, as he sank his tongue slowly into her heated core. She tunnelled her fingers through his hair in an effort to hold him in place, and he chuckled against her, sending waves of pleasure over her. He moved his tongue upwards, searching for her bundle of nerves, bringing his hand up and slipping in first one finger, followed quickly by another, into her damp feminine heat. He blew lightly on her swollen clit, before laving it with his tongue and he slowly but insistently pumped his fingers in and out of her. She screamed his name as she came, her body still shuddering with aftershocks as Damon kissed his way back up to her neck.

The overwhelming need to have him inside her intensified, and Elena reached for his trousers, yanking them down over his hips as she gripped him between her thighs.

Damon stilled his movements for a moment, lifting his hand up to caress her cheek. He had fantasized so many times about taking her from behind over this very desk, but he couldn't bear the thought of not being able to look in those chocolate brown eyes as she came for him. Sliding his hand between them, he guided his cock to her entrance, sliding the tip along her slick lower folds. He watched as her tongue snaked out to lick her lips, feeling the sweet yet painful sensation of her fingertips digging into his back as she tried to pull him closer.

Elena wriggled her hips slightly, smiling as she heard him hiss through his teeth. Seems she wasn't the only one getting frustrated with all the foreplay. She wriggled again, and she felt the tip of his cock slide in, right where she wanted it. She looked up into his eyes, wondering if her own were as ablaze with lust as his was.

"Well?" She said playfully, even as her breath came out in shallow, ragged gasps. "Are you waiting to trip up and make a fool of yourself?"

Damon smirked at her. "And here I thought you were immune to all my charms," and with one thrust, he came to rest fully between her thighs.

Elena gasped at the sensation of him filling her up as he settled his weight on top of her. As they picked up their rhythm, the desk shuddered beneath them, causing the small, decorated Christmas tree to topple to the floor. Damon laced his fingers through hers and together they gripped the edge for leverage and support, ripping the tinsel that ran the length of the desk. Their mouths found each other again, teeth nipping and lips sucking as their heated desire burned through them. Elena brought her leg up, resting her high heel against the closest chair, and Damon slid his hand between their sweat slicked bodies, finding her swollen bundle of nerves and pressing down. Elena screamed his name again as she came, her walls tightening and spasming around him, and he quickly followed her over the edge.

Damon watched as her eyelashes fluttered, feeling her breathing return to normal as they came down from their mutual high. She looked so beautiful, her hair fanning out beneath her and hanging over the edge of the desk, her cheeks flushed and her lips kiss-swollen. He leaned down to capture her lips with his once more, and she sighed contentedly. The sound reverberated down to his very soul.

Elena looked up into Damon's heavy lidded eyes, his mussed raven hair