Novel & Cerita Accident Sex Stories

IMPORTANT WARNING: This is an MM (Male/Male) Gay Erotica story with extremely explicit and graphic sexual content. If you prefer MF stories and are uncomfortable with gay romance, please skip this book and move to Story 9 in my collection. 18+ ONLY. Liam’s hand still stung from the slap he’d delivered two days ago. The memory burned hotter than the summer night air clinging to his skin. That arrogant bastard at the gallery opening, tall, dark-haired, with a jaw like carved marble and eyes that screamed 'I own everything I touch' had grabbed him by the waist and kissed him like he had every right. No warning. Just lips crashing down, demanding, tasting of expensive whiskey and pure dominance.

Panic sets in almost instantly as I remember I’m not wearing a condom and I’ve just shot a huge load of cum deep inside my teenage daughters best friend. “Shit, oh shit.” I gasp as panic consumes me. I try to pull out of Selina and stand up but she wraps her legs around me holding me inside her and smiling up at me. “Relax, it’s ok, I’m on the pill,” Selina tells me obviously sensing my panic. Her words help to defuse my panic. “That was amazing.” She says before leaning up to kiss me. “I really needed that,” I tell her smiling down at her with my softening cock still inside her.

He breathed heavily and smirked at the sight of the woman trembling with so much pleasure. "That is the kind of sex you deserve, my love. Do not settle for less." He kissed her cheek and disappeared to look for his next victim. In just an hour, Malovich was able to fuck ten women and also had his fill with blood. He did not have a particular type. He fucked anyone he finds attractive and left them satisfied and wrecked. They will wake up not remembering what happened, but the great sex he gave them will always stay at the back of their minds, and they will keep looking for it from their lover—which won't be given to them.

NEW STORY TITLE: THE GIFT OF DICK AND PUSSY The following story will be told in multiple chapters. There's oodles and oodles of sex in it, even though it's not just a pure spank story. If lots of nasty sex isn't your thing, then why are you on this website? Weirdo.

I squinted as I tried to regain my composure; the three of them disappeared around the corner and left me laying there covered in cum and dripping juices from every hole. As I lay there, degraded and totally fucked, a couple of thought crossed my mind. First was how I could ever go back to my normal life and start my dream job without the thought of my ex-boyfriend after this sinful experience, and second was I have to call the girls and update them because I have one hell of a story to tell them. I could barely move. Fuck. This was the best sexual experience I had ever had. I never knew that threesomes and foursomes could be this exciting and pleasurable.

I never expected that an ex-girlfriend with his son would get in the way of our rekindling together and sealing our love with kisses and something more than just sex. “Yes, she claims” he was desperate for me to believe him but how could I believe him? when I know that in their world, women are always thrown at their feet and they are not afraid to put their thing in whoever opens their legs wide for them. he dated her which makes her his ex-girlfriend and that could mean anything, everything that we've had, a trip to the Bahamas, a live-in together, even something that I've never shared with him they must have made love many times in this house. Wasn't he expecting that somehow he could hav

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

**Host’s Introduction** The lights dim even lower now. Some confessions are born from love. Others from greed. But the darkest ones… come from desperation. Tonight’s story is about a young woman who offered her body to save her brother. She thought it would be one month of hell. She had no idea she was signing away her soul to a man who collects women like trophies… and breeds them like property. Welcome to the confession of Lila Kane. --- **Story 2: Debt of Flesh**

WARNING! THIS IS A NON-CONSENSUAL STORY. PLEASE BE WARNED. IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT AVOID THIS PARTICULAR STORY. As I mentioned, I write based on the prompts readers give if it's not too extreme. This doesn't mean the author supports this in real life. Note: There are limits I won't cross when writing these collections, so when you request a certain story, don't cross a certain line. I won't write it. CHAPTER 1 The bar smelled like spilt beer and old cigarettes. A few people were scattered around the tables. It was late August, and most of the town was at the county fair.