Actress Sex Stories Novels & Stories

She steps in front of me, her index finger pointed at me. I furrow my brows, my mouth falling open. "What does that mean?" "You can't do casual sex, Rae. You've had sex with two people. Jacob, who you almost married, and then three months later you hooked up with that sexy basketball player in the bathroom at Club Voodoo. Which then turned into you staying in your pajamas crying into a bowl of ice cream while watching re-runs because you felt like a whore," she rambles about, flinging through the rack of clothes.

Only the wealthiest could afford to pay for the membership card and men like rich businessmen, actors, celebrities and even famous politicians came to the place to release all their sexual desires. Women on the show can be taken home for a special price and there were VIP rooms underground where patrons can take their women and fuck them. “C’mon, she might hear you. I don't want to get on her bad side, she can be a real bitch if she wants to.” Brianna rolled her eyes. Margaux continued to giggle. “Let me get that robe, darling. Good luck!” Brianna let out a shaky sigh. She tried her best not to feel nervous. She’s been doing this for almost two years now, but every show never fails to make h

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.

Loving it. The invasion was swift and brutal, stretching her already sore ring of muscle. A sharp cry was muffled by the cock fucking her throat. Full. So full. She was packed, a triple penetration that stole the breath from her lungs and any coherent thought from her mind. Her body bowed off the bed, a silent scream of overwhelming ecstasy. “Look at that,” someone whistled. “All three holes stuffed. A perfect fucking gangbang slut.”

She dressed sluttier in public, low-cut tops, short skirts with no panties, teasing other men while Mark walked naked beside her like a loyal dog. One evening at a very popular club in NY, she flirted openly with a stranger while Mark fetched drinks with only slack short pants. Later in the car, she made Mark pull over so she could suck the stranger's cock in the backseat while Mark drove them around. The stranger fucked her right there, Cindy's legs up against the front seats, her moans filling the car. Mark adjusted the rearview mirror to watch every thrust. When they dropped the man off, Cindy climbed into the front seat, cum dripping down her thighs onto the leather. She fingered herself

The tiny package of sexual energy was now naked and she pushed me into a chair in the corner and took off my boots and woolen socks. She then slowly did a graceful handstand and ended up in the splits, I think to let me know she was not out of shape, fat mom, but a hot, vital passionate, and curvy 30-something woman who knew how to please a sex partner!

I will certainly share the truth with her once I have successfully written my new story about sex addicts. "No, I am just thinking of writing a story." I attempted to deceive her. "All right, then let me know what you plan to write." She asked me to sit on the couch in front of her. I looked at her in surprise when she asked me to sit in front of her. I sat quietly in front of her. "Tell me what you decided to write." She gave me another questioning glance. "I'm considering writing about the woman's story—how her early traumas caused her to conceal her tender side behind her icy, merciless exterior and develop a sex addiction. Thus, I need your assistance to understand what it's really like

She walks past me and lies on the sofa. She's new. There are two types of workers here, me, who come and do scenes for the p**n, and that's it. Then there are ones like her who go personal. This wasn't filmed, and this wasn't p**n, but no doubt he offered her a lot, and she took it. She's stepped over the line of working p**n star to prostitute. "Why his house?" I ask. It's rare we do them in other houses. Who is going with me, and why is he willing to pay that much for a video of me?"

He eventually asked. "No," I told him. "So I had two men have sex with me while I was tied up in a BDSM room at work, and then I slept with the older woman, her submissive and then her husband. Then I had sex with three men at one time. Then I... pegged a man while in that BDSM room. Finally, I had sex with my female friend and two other men at the same time." Oh god, that felt good to get off my chest. But I wasn't quite done.

Her lips are as dry as can be. “But he can’t,” I add softly. She doesn’t move. So I try something else. “You wanna hear a stupid story?” She shrugs. “Back in Atlanta, I once got caught sleeping with a councilwoman’s daughter. Not caught in bed, thank God, but caught enough. She left her bra in my gym bag. Security found it while checking for weapons at the club entrance.” Dorothy blinks. I continue. “She had a thing for public sex. I had a thing for not saying no to anything with boobs and a membership card. It was a disaster waiting to happen.”