Adult Fantasy Stories Romane & Geschichten

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Her lips parted, her teeth grazing her lower lip as she bit down, her nipples hard. The sight of her fingers working her wet, willing flesh drove him to the brink of madness. His own hand mirrored hers, stroking furiously, his skin slick with sweat and precum. He could imagine the feel of her, the impossible softness, the searing heat, the way her body would clench around him. His mind spun a web of vivid, illicit fantasies. He saw her hand on him, her fingers stroking his length. He saw her lips, red and parted, closing around the head of his cock.

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

She wanted everyone to know that while the holy Father was dead, the town harlot was very much alive. Beside her stood Ruth-Ann. At eighteen, she was a masterpiece of untapped potential. While her friends spent their weekends getting sweaty in the backseats of trucks, Ruth-Ann had remained a fortress. Even with her boyfriend, Dante Grimes, the school's golden boy, she felt nothing but polite boredom. She glanced at her phone, seeing his latest text: 'So what do you say? Are you in or not?' Of course she wasn't in. The thought of Dante's mouth on her pussy made her stomach turn with a dry, clinical distaste. Why would people partake in such a disgusting act?

The kind I’d whispered about in the dark when I touched myself alone—fantasies I’d never told my cheating ex because he would’ve laughed or finished in thirty seconds anyway. I shifted under him, clenching around his cock just to feel him twitch. “Alex…” He lifted his head, eyes dark and curious. “Yeah?” I bit my lip, heart pounding harder than it had all night. “I… I want more but rougher. I love it when it’s rough. Hands tied. Fucked hard. Like you’re using me. I’ve wanted it like that for so long.” His cock thickened instantly inside me. A low growl rumbled in his chest.

Without a word, they moved into position, the air was thick with anticipation, and the musky scent of our mixed arousal. My tight unfucked ass was about to be claimed. I shivered, pushing myself onto my hands and knees and presenting myself like the eager consort I was in this twisted fantasy world. How would I get back? I brushed the thought away immediately focusing on the fun about to happen; getting my three holes pulverised by their monstrous cocks at once! Lucien stepped up first, that veiny cock of his was thick and curved like a banana. He had been stroking it the whole time making pre-cum drip from the slit, and my mouth watered at the sight.

She sat on Jax’s lap, pushing her round, soft ass against his hard dick, while Marcus and Leo pushed in from the sides. She was sandwiched between them, feeling their hot breath and strong hands all over her. Marcus grabbed one of her heavy breasts and started to suck on the hard tip, while Leo bit her neck and Jax gripped her thick thighs. Layla was soaking wet, her pussy dripping juice onto Jax’s pants. Jax didn't wait; he pulled her dress up, guided his thick, hot dick to her opening, and shoved inside her from behind. Layla let out a loud, raw scream as he stretched her tight walls, filling her up completely. While Jax slammed into her from behind with a loud, wet thud, Marcus unzipped h

I groaned , picturing Natasha to be kneeling down in front of me. Her beautiful phoenix eyes glistening with tears as I fuck her warm mouth. My hand gripping her hair, to hold her in place. And just when I'm about to cum, she releases my cock with a popping sound. "You haven't been a good boy recently, have you?" She would whisper, against my ear and slowly move her hand up and down my cock to taunt me. Before crashing her lips against mine and allowing me to kiss her until she could barely breath. I would shove her back on her knees and have her suck my cock until I emptied my contents in her mouth.

He pushed two thick fingers back inside me, curling them perfectly while his tongue worked my clit relentlessly. Marcus pulled back from the kiss, his eyes nearly black with lust. “Look at her. Already falling apart for us.” He unbuttoned my blouse completely, freeing my full breasts. His mouth descended, sucking one hard nipple into his mouth while pinching the other. The dual pleasure — Damien devouring my pussy and Marcus tormenting my breasts — pushed me straight toward another orgasm. “Oh god…” I cried out, my hands gripping Damien’s hair as my hips bucked against his face. “I’m going to— I’m—”

His cock twitched traitorously in his sweatpants. Later that night, after Damien had gone to shower, Elias couldn’t take it anymore. He lay on his bed, hoodie pushed up to his chest, sweatpants shoved down just enough. His hand wrapped around his hard, leaking cock, stroking slowly at first, then faster. His eyes were closed, breath coming in soft, desperate pants. In his mind, it wasn’t some vague fantasy, it was Damien’s strong hands pinning him down, that deep voice growling filthy things into his ear while…