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Indulge in an Unforgettable Journey of Passion and Temptation with Emily White's Erotic Masterpiece! Step into a captivating world where seduction knows no bounds in Emily White's latest collection of scintillating erotic stories, enriched with enchanting hentai illustrations. Immerse yourself in a universe where each word is a whispered promise, and every brushstroke is a visual enchantment that brings fantasies to life in pure hentai style. This collection is a daring invitation to explore the uncharted depths of desire, where pleasure unfolds with audacious strokes and details that will quicken your heartbeat. The carefully crafted hentai illustrations serve as sensuous portals, transporting you into dimensions where every hidden fantasy finds unabashed expression. What to Expect: - A Fusion of Literary Mastery and Sensual Artistry - Explicit and Alluring Hentai Illustrations - Stories That Explore the Boundaries of Lust and Fantasy - A Whirlwind of Seduction and Temptation This isn't just a collection; it's your exclusive ticket to a dimension of hentai eros, meticulously narrated and ardently illustrated by Emily White. Lift the cover and prepare for an intense experience fueled by the flame of passion. Caution: This Collection is Not for the Faint of Heart. Are You Ready to Cross the Threshold?
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The first time a boy seduced me
Sexy Erotic Stories for Adults Illustrated with Hentai Pictures
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Emily White
Copyright
Copyright © 2024 by Emily White
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission from the author.
Printing and distribution: Heinz-Beusen-Stieg 5 22926 Ahrensburg, Germany
Table of Contents
Copyright
Table of Contents
Introduction
The dark charm of submission (BDSM)
The first time a boy seduced me
The princess from nowhere
Fucking in the cabin of a passenger train
Desire, enjoyment and debauchery
THE COMPANY'S ASPIRING RECEPTIONIST: ELIZABETH
EXCITING VISIT TO A TABLE
Thank You!
Introduction
Welcome to a captivating journey where my enthralling stories seamlessly intertwine with enchanting illustrations that redefine the very essence of desire in the world of hentai erotica.
Within the secret pages of these forbidden tales, I invite you to immerse yourself in a fiery universe of unrestrained passion. Every word is a whispered moan, and each illustration is a visual embrace that transforms the realms of fantasy into tangible reality.
This collection is not for the faint of heart. It's a bold manifesto, an invitation urging you to delve into the dark depths of lust, where pleasure is painted with audacious strokes and details that promise to quicken the rhythm of your heart. The illustrations are provocative gateways, guiding you into sensual dimensions where every hidden desire finds its expression without remorse.
Are you ready to plunge into a whirlwind of seduction and temptation, where the pages themselves transform into a stage for your most secret fantasies? Allow yourself to be carried away into a realm where sin transforms into art, and art seamlessly merges harmoniously with the ecstasy of desire.
Lift the cover and prepare for an experience ignited by the flame of passion. This is not just another collection; it's your exclusive ticket to the boldest manifestations of anime eros, written masterfully by me, Emily White.
The dark charm of submission (BDSM)
In an almost ritual silence, Silvio and Oreste finished arranging the chains around their wrists. With her right cheek pressed against the pallet, Emilia watched the first servant do it and imagined the same action in the second one, perceiving in both the gazes full of silent lasciviousness as they spied her naked body like a succulent piece of white meat on a large wooden plate. She stirred when she sensed behind her the sigh of impatience, the sure hands controlling the clamps that pinned her knees and forced her to offer her wide-open ass.
You thought it would stay that way, didn't you?
I deserve punishment, master," Emilia murmured.
As if you didn't know! The question is whether it was worth it.
She didn't answer right away. She had gone into town that morning to do some shopping and slipped into a bar to escape the oppressive heat. She ordered a cold beer and as she watched the lazy comings and goings of people, like fish swimming in tar, she was getting excited. Maybe it was the tingling bubbles or the fact that his stomach was empty, but the truth was that he was craving a fuck. A fleeting, rich vanilla powder, like the ones she liked to have from time to time, behind Martiniano's back.
Then, as if her private genie had heard her, what she needed came, propelled by that hellish heat. They exchanged their first glance two tables away. The second, just two mugs of beer away. In the seedy hotel on the corner, they'd undressed without even introducing themselves. He'd tried to be as tender as a man could be in his first sexual encounter with a woman, but Emilia's thirst had set him off....
Oh!
The first spanking bit into the white flesh of her buttocks, it was the warm up, but it caught her off guard. From the awkward position she was in, she could see the servants rubbing each other's semi-erect limbs with their absorbed gazes into Emilia's rounded buttocks that a new lash marked with another red line. While the same question rang in his ears like a dry chime: was it worth it?
A ceiling fan stirred the hot air in the room and the sun coming through the window made it the closest thing to the antechamber of hell. Without stopping kissing, the man undressed her and she unbuttoned his pants and stroked his very hard cock. God, how he loved that size! She bounced on the mattress and he rubbed her tits, licked her nipples, nibbled on them, played with them like two little buttons. She went wild when she felt two soft fingers slide into her soaked vagina, sliding in and out, moving inside in exciting waves. She squirmed, a third finger pressing against her anus, pushing, shoving its way inside. The incipient beard pinched her belly, following the descending trail of saliva. His tongue recognized her navel, the soft rise of her lower belly, and darted between her legs.
He gently kissed the inside of her thighs before his tongue grazed her hot vulva. A tongue that was more like a stiletto, plunging like a fish into every nook and cranny of her wet pussy, playing with her erect clit, sucking on it, rubbing it with two soft fingers before pushing them into her vagina and making her scream like she was possessed by the devil....
Sitting to one side, the servants continued to masturbate in silence, their cocks now completely rigid. It was the first time she had seen them, she was surprised by the size of Oreste's member and was taking note when a new lash exploded against her reddened buttocks. Emilia closed her eyes and pressed her lips together to stifle the pain.
Are you a whore?
Yes, Master. Yes, I'm a whore. Very slutty, that's what I am. Yes, a whore.
A new whiplash flowed hotly over her buttocks.
-You gave him this ass? I want to know everything, bitch.
No, no. I swear I won't.
You're lying! roared Martiniano, unleashing another furious lash.
She had begged, pleaded, for him to put it in before she reached orgasm with pure licking. She felt the hard glans opening her labia majora, playing with it but never quite entering as her pupils burned with desire. It was a delicious ordeal and when he finally slid inside her, she collapsed like jelly. She exhaled a long moan of pleasure, each thrust lifting her a little higher into ecstatic heaven.... God, that was one hell of a fuck!
She let a brief moan escape when she felt the end of Martiniano's tongue graze her anus, sliding playfully in, his finger slipping in stiffly, circling inside her, the warm saliva sliding into her bowels.
You know this ass is mine alone. You tell him too, bitch.
Emilia turned a face to the two servants in which the first glimmers of pleasure were beginning to show. Her hands ran up and down the stalactite-hard cocks while her eyes wandered greedily over them.
-My ass is mine alone ammm....
She closed her lips as the glans slipped between her widely opened buttocks. Her rectum dilated to receive a Martinian entering slowly, like the undisputed and all-powerful owner of an inheritance. She gasped as the eggs hit her vulva and the rush began. The violent rubbing of the fabric lining the platform against her cheek and knees warmed her skin and the slaps left red marks on her buttocks.
I'm sure you want to fuck these two too, don't you, bitch?
No, master. Ahhh! That's it, more. More, more. Fill me up with that rich cock. Fuck me.
I see how you look at Oreste. He's got a big one, doesn't he? Talk, you son of a bitch!
Yes, Master. He's got a big one. Very big.
The thrusts were fierce, so Emilia couldn't stop to control. Her ass was split in half as Martiniano was drilling into her. With his hands clasped around her waist, he seemed to want to pierce or split her in half like a bad magic trick. Her reddened wrists strained in vain for the chains as the muffled moans of the servants came from the sides.
Do you want me to stick it in you, to kick this vicious bitch's ass?
-More, maestro. More, please. More, like this. I want it all, my ass is all yours.
You are all mine!
A triumphant roar filled the room and Emilia received the warm milk with a satisfied smile. Without moving, she felt Martiniano withdraw and the servants release her from the chains. She remained in that position for a long minute, feeling the warmth of the semen slip inside her. And she smiled. She was a naughty girl and had earned her punishment, she thought as she remembered how exquisitely that stranger had played with her ass that afternoon.
The tune of the doorbell brought her back to the reality of the visits she had forgotten in all her excitement. As she slowly sat down and rubbed her knees, she wondered what this famous Isaiah she had heard so much about was like.
They traveled in silence, the music coming from the stereo passing through their thoughts like a fog. Before they left, Oscar and Claudia had argued, driving so many hours to see a damn spiritualist! Who could have thought of such madness? And what had put him in a foul mood was that his superior had joined this absurd excursion.
The truth was that the three of them were there: Oscar driving with his eyes fixed on the dark road, Claudia at his side, his bathroom companion, and Víctor, the prison warden, in the back seat. From time to time, Oscar would let out a brief comment between two snorts. Victor and Claudia had a separate, silent, erotic dialogue.
They'd met once when she'd had to go to prison to bring a pen drive with bank statements that Oscar had forgotten. Victor entered the office, gave a couple of directives, and left, but that brief visit had been enough to envelop her in a delicious trail of imported perfume. In the days that followed, the commanding timbre of his voice made her crotch throb softly and her nipples harden.
She didn't see him again until that wedding in a country house. It had been a long time since Oscar had paid any attention to her, except to annoy her with stupid jealousy. Ever since she'd started taking antidepressants, he couldn't get it up and did nothing but satisfy her by sticking two fingers in her. When she walked into the living room and saw Victor, she remembered his voice and her nipples became hard under her pink dress. She passed close enough for him to see her.
Hi Claudia, how are you?
The tone of his voice vibrating in her ears melted her, an intense pulsation in her groin almost made her moan.
Oscar? he asked, looking sideways, though he didn't seem to be looking for anyone.
Out and about to see what to eat.
Just like me.
The glittering gaze of those pupils pierced her whole, a warm wetness slipped pleasantly into her panties.
I don't want any more, that grass has been washed," Oscar said, returning the companion.
Claudia threw the erba mate out of the window in front of Oscar's protests: it would dirty the car she had just cleaned that morning. He huffed, checked the time and asked Claudia for the twelve o'clock pill. She put it in her mouth and passed it with a glass of water. Out of the corner of her eye, she exchanged a quick glance and a fleeting smile with Victor.
Break it down, motherfucker.
