Beast Sex Stories Novels & Stories

She screamed when she had the chance to go near me. I acted shocked, then laughed. “Oh yes, I am. If you want to find further details, go ask your boyfriend how his hard cock satisfied this pussy of a whore. That might help you to pleasure him more so he wouldn’t need to look for a new pussy to fill in with his cock.” Then I walked away. Our forbidden sex continued for the rest of the trip. There were times when we’d do it in the bathroom, on the outside, in the darkest area of the island, and more.

“Good boy. You fight hard, you win, and then you can breed her all night again. She is yours after the match.” The beast grunted, nostrils flaring as he considered the words. His hips gave one final, lazy pump, the thick ridges of his cocks dragging along my oversensitive walls and drawing a broken moan from my lips. Then, with obvious reluctance, he began to withdraw. I gasped as the twin shafts slowly slid free, each inch stretching my ruined pussy even wider before popping out with wet, obscene sounds. Thick globs of his cum poured from my gaping entrance, splattering onto the concrete floor in heavy ropes. My legs shook violently, unable to support my weight.

“Okay, fine. He had me bent over the couch in the open area for half the night. Fucked me so deep and slow at first, then got rough when I told him to, he pulled my hair, choked me just enough, made me squirt all over the floor while people watched. Then he flipped me and made me ride him until my legs gave out. I think I left claw marks on his back. Worth it.” I laughed, the sound bubbling up light and free. “Look at us…three walking disasters who finally got properly dicked down. My ex could barely last thirty seconds and here we are, limping like we ran a marathon on dick. I’m never going back to quick, boring sex again. From now on, it’s rough, tied-up, make-me-scream-or-don’t-bother sex

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

His question hung in the air. I chewed on my lower lip, debating how much I should reveal to this virtual stranger. Despite our online banter, sitting here in person with Tomas felt dangerously intimate. An unsettling sense of vulnerability washed over me in crushing waves. I was in over my head, I just knew it. But I forced a sardonic smile onto my face anyway. "I guess it's the same reason people watch scary movies or jump out of planes. It's the thrill, that edge of danger, the morbid fascination with the dark and macabre." A half-smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "So, should we craft a story about you? A girl, not an heiress but a regular girl in a café, kidnapped by a guy who lov

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

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At the same time she leans forward and takes him into her mouth again. I start thrusting. Deep, steady strokes that make her ass ripple. Every time I bottom out she moans around his cock, the vibration making him curse under his breath. Her tits hang and sway. The wet sound of my cock moving in and out of her mixes with the wetter sound of her mouth on him. The bed creaks. The room smells like sex and sin.

In our previous life, two suitors came forward: Gideon, the giant shark beastman, and Felix, the hawk beastman. Gideon was rugged, his appearance fierce. His world was deep beneath the waves. Marrying him meant abandoning the land and dwelling in the vast sea. Felix, in contrast, was refined, dignified, his presence commanding. He even vowed to remain in the human city for the sake of his bride. Unwilling to see my frail sister suffer, my parents chose Felix for her. And so I was given to Gideon, bound to the ocean's depths. Day after day, my parents and sister flaunted the bliss of their city life before me. But scarcely half a month later, the rains came without end. Floods surged, swallow