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Intruders Command II

Author: Dezire
last update publish date: 2026-07-18 23:04:18

The master bedroom, once a sanctuary of love and intimacy for Daniel and Sophia, had become a chamber of fear, shame, and forced depravity.

The lamp on the nightstand cast harsh shadows across the walls. Victor stood like a dark sentinel near the door, the hunting knife steady in his gloved hand, his masked face revealing only his piercing eyes that gleamed with cruel satisfaction.

Daniel remained frozen, still buried deep inside his wife Sophia. Tears of rage and helplessness stung his eyes
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  • TRANGRESSION: A Collection Of Forbidden Desires    Private Consultation V

    The sharp sound of Mark’s slow clapping still hung in the air.Dr. Thorne had not pulled out. He remained buried deep inside Claire, cock throbbing, one hand still resting on her inner thigh. Claire’s face was scarlet, eyes wide with panic and residual pleasure. The white sheet lay crumpled on the floor.Mark stopped clapping.He stared at the place where the doctor’s thick shaft disappeared into his wife’s cunt, then looked up at Claire’s flushed, wrecked face. A strange, almost wondering smile tugged at his mouth.“Wow.”The single word was soft, almost conversational.He stepped closer to the side of the table, eyes moving between Claire’s face and the slick stretch of her around another man’s cock.“Claire,” he said, using her name with quiet emphasis. “So this is what you’ve been enjoying.”Claire’s voice came out small and shaking. “Mark—I can explain—”“No need.” He reached out—not for her, but for Dr. Thorne. His fingers wrapped around the base of the doctor’s cock, right wher

  • TRANGRESSION: A Collection Of Forbidden Desires    Private Consultation IV

    Claire told her husband she had a follow-up specialist appointment for recurring pelvic pain.It wasn’t entirely a lie.She left the house at 1:35 p.m. on Wednesday, wearing a simple dress with no underwear underneath—exactly as Dr. Thorne had instructed by text the night before. She had been soaked since morning. The itch had returned with a vengeance after Monday’s session, worse than ever, as if her body now refused to accept anything less than his cock, his mouth, his hands.What she didn’t know was that her husband, Mark, had grown suspicious.Three “migraines.” Two “specialist visits.” The way she came home flushed, quiet, and strangely relaxed. The fact that she had turned him down three nights in a row. Mark had checked her phone while she was in the shower that morning. The private number, the short messages confirming times, the single line from the doctor that read *Wear a dress. Nothing underneath.* had been enough.He followed her in his own car, keeping three vehicles be

  • TRANGRESSION: A Collection Of Forbidden Desires    Private Consultation III

    Claire arrived twelve minutes early on Monday.She had barely made it through the weekend. The deep, satisfied ache from Thursday’s session had lasted until Saturday evening. By Sunday night the familiar itch had begun creeping back—low, insistent, impossible to ignore. She had touched herself twice in the shower and once in bed after her husband fell asleep. Nothing. Her fingers felt useless. Only the memory of Dr. Thorne’s cock stretching her open brought her anywhere close, and even that left her frustrated and wet.When the receptionist showed her into the private consultation room, Dr. Thorne was already waiting. The door locked behind her with a soft, decisive click.“Clothes off,” he said. “Everything below the waist. Then sit on the edge of the table.”Claire stripped quickly. Her panties were already damp. She sat as instructed, thighs pressed together until he stepped between them and gently pushed her knees apart. He looked at her cunt for a long moment—flushed, swollen, vi

  • TRANGRESSION: A Collection Of Forbidden Desires    Private Consultation II

    The aching returned on Tuesday night.Claire lay beside her sleeping husband in the dark, thighs pressed tightly together, the familiar itch and deep, hollow throb already building between her legs again. She had lasted three days. Three days of replaying every second of Dr. Thorne’s thick cock stretching her open, the steady way he had fucked her, the first real orgasm she had felt in months. Her own fingers did nothing. The small vibrator she kept hidden in the bathroom drawer only made the frustration worse.By Wednesday morning she was wet before she even left the house. By Thursday the discomfort had become constant—an insistent, low-grade burn that made sitting at her desk almost unbearable. She lasted until 11:40 a.m. before she locked herself in the office bathroom, called the private number on the card Dr. Thorne had given her, and spoke in a low, shaky voice.“It’s back. Worse than before.”There was a short pause on the other end. Then his calm voice: “Can you be here at tw

  • TRANGRESSION: A Collection Of Forbidden Desires    Private Consultation I

    Claire Bennett sat on the edge of the examination table in Dr. Elias Thorne’s private clinic, fingers twisting the hem of her skirt. The room smelled faintly of antiseptic and the clean, expensive cologne the doctor always wore. Afternoon light filtered through the half-closed blinds, striping the pale walls and the polished floor.She was thirty-four, married eight years, and had never once set foot in this particular office until three weeks ago. The first visit had been for a routine check-up. The second for a lingering cough. This third visit was different. She had almost cancelled twice on the drive over.Dr. Thorne closed the door with a soft click and locked it. He was forty-one, tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair going silver at the temples and calm grey eyes that seemed to see more than people intended to show. He wore a white coat over a light blue shirt, and sleeves had already rolled to the elbows. The stethoscope hung around his neck like it belonged there.“Mrs. Benn

  • TRANGRESSION: A Collection Of Forbidden Desires    Strictly Between US V

    Victoria did not let Sofia recover.She slid off the desk, pulled the younger woman with her, and guided her to the wide leather couch that faced the floor-to-ceiling windows. City lights glittered far below, but neither of them looked outside. Victoria sat and tugged Sofia down until the cleaner straddled her lap, naked thighs bracketing her hips, cunt still dripping from everything they had already done.“Stay open for me,” Victoria murmured.She cupped Sofia’s full breasts in both hands, thumbs brushing the dark, tight nipples. Then she leaned in and sucked one into her mouth, hard. Sofia gasped, back arching. Victoria’s tongue flicked and circled while her fingers pinched and rolled the other nipple until both were stiff and glistening. She pulled back just enough to speak, breath hot against wet skin.“I’m going to use these on you.”Sofia’s brow furrowed in confusion for half a second—then understanding flooded her face when Victoria shifted lower on the couch, guided Sofia high

  • TRANGRESSION: A Collection Of Forbidden Desires    THE FORBIDDEN TUTOR IV

    THE FORBIDDEN TUTOR 4The office door swung open.Sapphire Zephyr stood frozen in the doorway, suitcase still in hand, her sharp eyes widening at the sight. Her husband, Elias Zephyr, was buried balls-deep inside his twenty-one-year-old student. Rhiannon was bent over the heavy oak desk, dress bun

  • TRANGRESSION: A Collection Of Forbidden Desires    THE FORBIDDEN TUTOR III

    The late-night session crackled with dangerous energy the moment Rhiannon entered Zephyr’s home office. His wife was due back early the next morning, but the looming risk only made their hunger sharper. Rain lashed the windows as they abandoned any pretense of studying poetry. The books lay forgott

  • TRANGRESSION: A Collection Of Forbidden Desires    THE FORBIDDEN TUTOR II

    Rhiannon’s legs were still shaking as Professor Zephyr lifted her off the desk and carried her to the wide leather couch in the corner of his home office. Cum dripped down her inner thighs, marking her as his. She straddled him again without being asked, sinking slowly onto his still-hard cock, gas

  • TRANGRESSION: A Collection Of Forbidden Desires    STORY 1: THE FORBIDDEN TUTOR I

    Rhiannon’s back arched sharply against the heavy oak desk as Professor Elias Zephyr drove into her with a deep, possessive thrust. Her legs were spread wide, and her skirt bunched around her waist, panties dangling from one ankle. The sharp slap of skin on skin filled the dimly lit home office, m

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