Novel & Cerita Backrooms Stories

She smiled back in kind, pretending to nip at my finger, as I unlocked the back door. The light over the stove was on, as it always was at night, and we crept down the back stairs like smugglers, quiet. The door to my room creaked slightly as I closed it. This only inspired a small spark of anxiousness in me, which was immediately assuaged when I saw Cindy perched on my bed, sweetly smiling. We had been teasing each other the whole walk home, pausing to press up against street lights or, once, to stop by a park bench where I sat and she straddled me, French kissing passionately as my hand stole up her skirt, rubbing her clit insistently and then sheathing two fingers into her tight pussy. Sh

Before she could relish the feeling of being alive, a flash of memories came through her mind, making her feel like her head was going to burst. "Are you okay? Are you hurting somewhere?" the man stood up in a panic, looking aggrieved when he saw her pained face. Tang Yazhu then realized that the gush of memories running around in her brain were images of memories that did not belong to her. Though, she clearly understood that these flashes of memories belonged to the previous owner of the body. Since she now possessed the memories of the previous owner, it seemed that she had successfully managed to possess a human body now.

EMMA The walk up the stairs felt like a fever dream. My legs were still shaky from the two massive orgasms Sarah had ripped out of me downstairs, and my inner thighs were slick with a mixture of my own juices and her saliva. Jake’s cum had dried in streaks on my skin, but my pussy was already throbbing again, aching to be filled. Sarah led us by the hand—her full, naked body glowing under the hallway light, heavy tits bouncing with every step, ass jiggling enticingly. Jake followed close behind, his thick cock still rock-hard and bouncing, glistening from fucking Sarah’s cunt.

“I’ll pay her a fat tip, have her clean up and get gone before she shows. Soon they all filed out of the room and the door clicked shut for a final time. The room was dead quiet after the last of them left. My ears rang from all the noise, all the filthy words, all the wet slaps and groans. I was shaking inside the box. My pussy was throbbing and gaping, cum leaking in slow, sticky trails down my ass and thighs. My face was streaked with different men's load, lips swollen from sucking cock after cock. I couldn’t breathe right or even think.

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

Vince sucked hard on her breasts, biting her nipples while his hands gripped her ass, guiding her movements. Clara came a third time, moaning loudly as she ground down on him. Vince followed with a deep groan, filling her pussy with another load. They stayed locked together, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. Vince kissed her neck softly, then her lips. “You’re welcome back anytime, doll. The back room is always open for you.” Clara smiled, glowing with satisfaction, cum slowly leaking from both her well-used holes.

The back office is an old room my dad used to take guys to when they needed, as he called it, an attitude adjustment. It’s a room away from the cameras and has extra soundproofing on the walls. It’s the perfect place to have a nice quiet conversation with Brock. One where we won’t be interrupted. No matter how loudly he screams. Kincade is standing guard outside the door, and when he sees me approach, he raises his chin. “I’m going to go fold some towels for the next seventeen minutes.”

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The exquisite terror of giving your blood, your body, and perhaps even your soul to something far older and more powerful than you. That obsession is precisely what led me to the website. It was past three in the morning. I had just finished a particularly filthy novel where the ancient vampire lord claimed his mortal lover on an altar of black marble while draining her during the height of her orgasm. My body was still buzzing, thighs slick, heart racing, when I stumbled into the darkest corners of the internet — forums so obscure that even seasoned degenerates whispered about them. And there it was. Blood Party – Invitation Only.

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.