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Standard Disclaimer

This story contains sex, and if you are a minor, or are offended
by such things, you should delete this file immediately and 
get lost.

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This is my first attempt at erotica, comments appreciated.

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Not Right(M+F)
by Qickless(qickless@fastmail.fm)

My mirror talks aplenty, but it doesn't tell me anything I want to 
hear; at thirty two, my figure is past its prime, my eyes deepened 
and darkened by silent, sleepless nights, my skin toneless, my 
face, haggard, exhausted. The whirlwind of board meetings, sharp, 
hard deadlines, and the infuriating endless competition was long 
over, but it had taken a sick toll; now, when I can have anything 
I want, I can't have the things I want.

Lovers? Too many; they came for my money, stayed for my 
money, and left me for the damn money. The bastards never stop 
trying, and I never learn. The last year was a roller-coaster of 
engagements, heartbreaks, marriages, and divorces.

Money? Too much.

Happiness?

I slipped a slim shapeless gown over my naked frame, shivering as 
the dress nuzzled over me, nudging things back to where they 
belonged, holding it all in, almost giving me something that can 
never be. I'd hidden behind a shadow all my life; the thick velvet 
over my face with holes in all the right places, thin red lipstick,
a touch of a wild perfume and a shivering body beneath it all 
completed my outfit.

My limo dropped me outside five minutes later and I walked the 
few steps into that pale, slightly overweight apartment, the wine-
red carpeting beneath my steps almost nauseatingly familiar. Two 
knocks at the door later, I'm in, and I flop down, a stuffy waterbed, 
a sprawling TV, and shadows on the wall to keep me company.

They come in, they touch me. Hands stroke mine, wet kisses at 
my ear and my neck, deep longing caresses - body against body, 
hard muscle melding with soft yielding flesh. My lips start battling 
furiously against the licking and raping of my face; rough hands 
maul at my breasts as my nipples harden and thrust out, eager, 
yearning for attention. Hands rip away my decency, lighting up 
my body, thrusting fingers into my pussy and latching onto my cleft 
deep inside - wetness and hardness everywhere. I bite my lips as I 
try to hold it back, but the incessant groping fills me, drowning out 
everything else, and I cry out. The almost stifled groan fills 
the room as the poundings begin, my cunt grunting hard to accept 
the ripping invader, thrusting it out on the way in, and clutching at 
it as it leaves, filling and leaving me again and again. The pleasure 
rips through me, one bite at my nipple when it seems to fade, and I 
thrust out - possessed, one timely lick at my clit, a single sly 
finger into my ass keeps me going forever, but then - oh so soon - 
it begins to fade out, the pulses coming in longer gasps, the 
pleasure no longer so eloquent. 

"More!" I breathe, and I feel something pushed into my ass, a cock 
begins smashing into me half way as another leaves, they're 
struggling to rip me apart, the motions blurred, the sensations 
confused. My body jerks endlessly, my clit vibrating in sync with 
my rough groans that fill the room; I close my eyes and lose myself 
in the sweet agony, feeling my cunt and ass competing for the 
larger share, but again...

"More!" I gasp, and I see a dildo pushed inside my cunt, gripping 
my sore lips, digging into them and holding on as the blazing 
motions continue, there are three cocks inside me now, contending 
for the syrupy juice that was gushing out of my pussy, the girl-cum 
being lapped up by condoms, plastic and leather.

"More!" I yell, and I feel a sharp pain in my nipples, corkscrews 
twisting around my tender flesh, until the pain almost pushes the 
pleasure away and I yell out again, salt in my mouth, sugar on my 
lips.

They switch it on, and a surge flows through the cold metal, and 
the screws latched onto my flesh start pulsing as the pain tears into 
me, my mad body being held down by arms on my face and my 
breasts, my cunt-lips pinched by cruel hands, my ass violated with 
an impossible object in one single shaky motion as I scream, the 
pleasure and the pain merging into one long drawn out growl as 
my body shreds itself inside me and the world explodes all over.

When I wake up, the TV is switched on, and the mild hum of a distant 
show fills the air. I'm all bruises and pain, my pussy aches, and I 
can feel the blood on my tongue, and the stale sex in the air.

I stand up and walk to the mirror - a slut looks back at me, yearning 
for love.

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