Anna

Forbidden Dance

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Anna, naked and trembling, must dance for Edo while Sophie and Giulia watch, tense. The musky scent of sex fills the air as Edo, with a throbbing erection, orders Anna to perform, unleashing a whirlwind of desire and humiliation.

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The door closed with a sharp thud behind Anna, who remained motionless in the doorway, her eyes wide and her lips slightly parted. The air in the room was thick, filled with the musky scent of sex, sweat, and that sweetish tang of female arousal that clung to the throat. The long shadows of the setting sun filtered through the shutters, casting orange streaks across Sophie and Giulia's naked bodies, while Micol, crouched in the corner, bit her lower lip until it bled.

Edo didn't turn around. He remained standing there, his cock still wet and half-erect, hanging heavily between his thighs, the veins pulsing beneath the taut skin. With a slow, almost bored gesture, he ran his thumb over his lips, collecting the last traces of Giulia's saliva. Then, finally, he spoke.

"Sophie. Giulia." The voice was low, an order that brooked no reply. "In the corner. Now."

Sophie looked up, her eyes blazing with a rage she didn't dare express. She rose to her feet with feline movements, her knees creaking lightly on the linoleum, and walked toward the spot Edo had indicated—the corner opposite where Micol had curled up. Giulia, however, moved with sinuous grace, her hips swaying with each step, her heels clicking on the floor like a sensual metronome. She settled herself next to Sophie, her back against the wall, her legs spread in silent invitation. Neither of them dared speak.

Edo finally turned to Anna. His gaze pierced her, taking in every detail: the light T-shirt clinging to her small but firm breasts, the tight jeans that outlined the curves of her thighs, her fingers curling around the strap of her bag as if it were the only hold on a stormy sea.

"You." A single finger pointed at her. "Strip."

Anna took a step back, her breath catching in her throat. "W-what?"

Edo didn't repeat the order. He simply crossed his arms, his biceps bulging under the pressure of his fingers. The silence stretched on, tense, until Anna felt the weight of the other girls' gazes upon her. Sophie stared at her with a mixture of contempt and expectation, Giulia with a smug smile, Micol with teary eyes, her lips parted.

Anna's fingers trembled as they gripped the hem of her T-shirt. The fabric slowly rose, revealing a flat, pale stomach, then a simple white cotton bra, almost modest compared to Giulia's black lace. She unhooked it with an awkward gesture, letting her head fall to the floor. Her breasts, freed, moved slightly, her nipples already hard from her arousal and the cold of the room.

Her jeans followed the same fate. They slid down her thighs, revealing a pair of black lace panties—an unexpected detail, almost a secret Anna had kept hidden beneath her casual clothes. Edo made a throaty noise, approval and hunger mingling.

“Everything,” he said, his voice hoarse.

Anna hesitated only a second. Then, with a shaky breath, she pulled down her panties, trampling them under her bare feet. The cool air caressed her shaved pubic area, goosebumps running down her arms. She was naked. Completely exposed. Yet, when she met Edo's gaze, she found not derision, but something far more dangerous: interest .

"Good," he murmured, running his tongue over his lips. "Now dance for me."

Anna swallowed. She wasn't a dancer. She wasn't even one of those girls who performed in clubs, confident and in control of their bodies. But there was something in that look—something that made her stomach muscles clench and feel a moist heat between her thighs.

She approached him with uncertain steps, her hips beginning to move on their own, as if her body were remembering instincts her mind had forgotten. There was no music, but the rhythm was in Micol's labored breathing, in the rustle of Sophie's fingers rubbing against the wall, in the rapid pounding of her own heart.

When she was close enough to feel the heat emanating from Edo's body, Anna reached out and placed a hand on his chest. The skin beneath her fingers was warm and sweaty, his muscles tense. He didn't move, but his cock twitched, swelling further under the indirect touch.

Anna closed her eyes. Then she began to dance.

It wasn't a technical lap dance. It was something much more primal. Her body moved in slow circles, her hips rolling in sensual waves, her ass barely touching Edo's erection every time she lowered herself. Her arms rose above her head, her breasts swaying slightly, her nipples hard as rocks. When she turned, pressing her ass against his groin, Edo let out a strangled moan.

"Like this," he growled, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "Just like that, bitch."

Anna obeyed instinct. She lowered herself, her thighs spreading as she bent forward, her ass in the air, offering herself. Then she moved back up, grinding against him in circular motions, feeling Edo's cock throbbing against her back, wet at the tip, ready to explode. She turned again, this time gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh as she writhed on him, her clit rubbing against his thigh, her breathing becoming increasingly labored.

From the corner, Sophie let out a frustrated sound, her fingers sliding between her pussy lips, rubbing furiously. Giulia, on the other hand, licked her lips, her eyes glued to Anna's ass, which was moving like a wave.

"Fuck," Edo panted, his fingers digging into Anna's hips, leaving red marks. "Such a good little slut."

Anna didn't answer. She couldn't. She was too busy feeling her body burning, her pussy dripping, the need to be filled tightening her stomach. She lowered herself again, this time more slowly, her buttocks parting around Edo's cock, the tip brushing her moist slit.

“Stop,” he ordered, his voice breaking.

Anna obeyed, freezing, her breath burning in her lungs.

Edo needed nothing more. With an animalistic moan, he grabbed her hips and pushed forward, his cock sliding between Anna's buttocks, pressing against her rear crack. He didn't penetrate her—not yet—he simply shot, once, twice, three times, his seed exploding out in hot jets, staining her back, her ass, her thighs.

Anna screamed, not from the pain, but from the forbidden pleasure of being used like that, marked. The white drops ran down her legs, sticky, humiliating.

When Edo finally let go, she collapsed forward, her hands braced on a desk to steady herself. Her body trembled, her pussy throbbing, empty and needy.

From the corner, Sophie and Giulia exchanged a glance. Micol was sobbing silently, her fingers still between her legs.

Edo, on the other hand, calmly adjusted his clothes, his seed still dripping down the shaft of his cock, satisfied but not satiated. Not yet.

"Good," he said to Anna, running a finger down her back, collecting a drop of cum and bringing it to his lips. "Very good."