Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Biology Lessons: 7

"This sure is kinky," the stranger said, pulling down his underwear to reveal his hard five and a half inch cock raring to go. "You don't usually find women this pretty into playing games like this." "What can I say," Amber asked rhetorically as he climbed on top of her, and slid his cock inside of her hole, gasping as he penetrated her. "She's a fucked up cunt that's into breeding. You must be too, if you take the risk that she could end up raising your child."

"Mmmm, yeah. This bitch is tight," is all he could manage before he started to pump his hips and fuck Hannah's defenseless pussy. He groped her tits a little, but even in Amber's limited experience, she could tell he was a lackluster lover. After almost exactly a minute of huffing and puffing, he groaned, "Take it bitch," before bottoming out inside his helpless fucktoy and filling her up with his seed. Once he was done as he smiled nervously and got dressed as quickly as he could, but before he could leave, Amber presented him with a sharpie.

"Go on," she encouraged him. "Sign your name, or leave her a message. She just loves to see much strangers ruin her." He took it, and after only a moment's hesitation he wrote 'tight pussy, for now' on her left thigh.

Amber smiled and got up, putting a couple pillows under Hannah's hips while she tried to resist. "There, there," Amber soothed, taking a wet wipe and cleaning up her creamy pussy before grabbing a little astroglide to make sure that the only pain she felt was emotional. "Don't worry, I know he wasn't as good a lover as Brian is, but surely we can find one or two in the bunch that can make you cum. Just another dozen guys filling your unprotected pussy with their cum and then this will all be over, and we can put all this behind us." Hannah raged behind her ball gag, but it did no good.

lot longer than Amber would have thought possible. Then came the latino mechanic, the chinese guy with the four inch prick, and the nerdy guy that came on his third thrust. Every ten minutes there would be a knock, and every other knock Amber would watch a stranger fuck the bound woman. Then hed be gone, leaving only a few terrible words on her skin, and another load into her unprotected pussy. Because of the angle she was at, very little was escaping from her sex, which meant that by the fifth or sixth guy her womb was practically overflowing. More interesting was Hannah's reaction though. For the first few guys she'd just raged, for the next few she'd cried, but now each time she was fucked, she moaned helplessly as she was used like a fucktoy. Amber suspected that something inside her had broken, and that when they finally removed that bag and gag they might find a very different Hannah Philips

tormentor was. "You know," she whispered huskily as she teased her fingertips across the girl's ribcage and the sensitive undersides of her breasts, "They say that if you cum, you're more likely to conceive, and I haven't heard you orgasm even once so far." Hannah was quiet, obviously trying to hold back on any reaction that Amber might be inspiring, but she couldn't hide the way that her body reacted, or the goosebumps that blossomed in her fingertips' wake. Slowly but surely, Amber

open mouthed kiss with plenty of tongue. This settled Hannah down almost immediately, and she started to moan as her poor abused body was finally subjected to real pleasure again. Amber could taste the strange flavors of what must be cum, and even imagined that she could taste several slightly different flavors, but she didn't let that stop her from tormenting Hannah. Second by second, her muscles tightened and her moans became more audible. Amber had made Hannah cum enough times to know that she was getting close, and Amber held her at that edge, enjoying

sound of frustrated mumbling, and said, "There, there slut. Maybe your

it," she commented as she closed the door. Amber confessed at the new torment she'd started to inflict on the helpless woman, and Isabella smiled at the idea. "Maybe I'll have to try that out for myself. The only thing that might break this bitch more than what

handle that just fine." Amber hinted, smiling as she refused to

on his dick. That had been expected. What hadn't been expected is that every guy after that also made the slut orgasm. The last three guys: the delivery driver, an eighteen year old with terrible acne that had let her know he was a

recognition briefly crossed his face, but he didn't say anything to her. That was probably because he couldn't remember Isabelle's name, Amber thought. Afterall, when you have a steady stream of ransom pussy being delivered, you probably forget who's who after a while. Amber walked up smiling, and after checking his paperwork out, they both took him back to his waiting lover. Amber was at least 90% sure that he wouldn't recognize Hannah in the state she was in, but from the way Isabelle was looking at her, she didn't share that confidence. Sure, he knew what his girlfriend looked and felt like, but he also knew that she would never do something like this. She

Brain gave no sign of recognition. Instead he just smiled and said, "So this is your cousin Amber?