Bhatiji Sex Stories Novels & Stories

" Destiny shook her hand and introduced herself as well. Jewel giggled nervously and said, 'Honesty I'm not sure where to begin. I guess I'll just start with a bit of my history. I work at a very busy and demanding job. I don't have much of a social life. When I do go out though I like to have sex. Just being honest so please don't judge me. I love my work, but all the stress gets to me through the week so on the weekends when I can find someone, I will more often than not take advantage of the opportunity. Sex relaxes me like nothing else especially good sex. Unfortunately, I've hit a dry spell lately. The few sexual partners I've had have been way too quick and then out they go. I must fin

Kathy, a 51 year old housewife becomes a sugar baby. Enjoy.. ******** My name is Kathy. This series of stories focuses on my most recent experience in pushing the erotic envelope. They are inspired by real life experiences, but are still largely a product of my imagination. In other words I took literary license to deviate a bit from actual events. What is authentic is the fact that at middle age I entered into a sugar baby lifestyle. The feelings and emotions I experienced are very real, even if I have altered the characters a tad.

Juliette had heard these horror stories from the previous receptionist. As she got closer to the door, she heard a thud as if he had thrown his shoe at the wall. He threw things, but most often his shoes, she’d learned. She bit her lip at the thought that at least it wasn’t an employee’s head. In the brief silence that followed the thud, she slowly opened the door to his office. He was still on the phone and beckoned her to enter. She shut the door behind her and began to lay out the lunch that she had brought on the long table mostly covered in papers by his desk.

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.

“Fuck me, Jake. Fill Mommy’s cunt while I keep eating my baby girl.” Jake didn’t hesitate. He gripped her wide hips and slammed into her in one brutal thrust. Sarah cried out into my pussy as he bottomed out, balls-deep. The force pushed her face harder against me. He started pounding her immediately—hard, deep strokes that made her heavy tits swing and slap together.

She was winning. Days turned to weeks. More accidents: Bending over in the laundry room, ass up as she “searched” for a sock, pussy lips peeking from under shorts. Brushing past him in narrow halls, her hand “slipping” to graze his cock. Each time, Ethan’s fantasies grew darker—tying her up, edging her until she begged, then fucking her raw. Lila reveled in it, masturbating nightly to the thought of him begging, “Please, Lila, let me fuck you. I need it.”

Hollered, arching legs up. Jax increased pace, pumping deeper, curling to hit that spot. "Dirty talk for you, Lila best friend's brother tasting his cum from your slut hole. Anytime I crave, I'll eat this pussy, fuck it raw. Mia suspects? Tell her you're brother's anytime toy." "Aaaaaaa..... hhhhh!" Screamed through release, gushing on his face. He rose, cock hard again, flipped me doggy once more ass up, pounding in with wet slap. Pain stung fresh from soreness, but I pushed back. "Fuck..yes harder, use your sleeping slut!"

Bree’s POV I'm married to a billionaire businessman, hot, tall, fucking dirty. His company is the most talked about and most needed, and you’d think it's because he sells the best materials or offers the best rates… Maybe he indeed sells the best material; my pussy. Yes. Fucking sick, right? It's safe to say my husband is a pussy tycoon, a pussy dealer.

Who give me the rough intense passionate sex I've been craving since I was a teenager. So judge me if you want. Call me a cheater. Call me a whore. Say I'm destroying my marriage. But I know the truth. My marriage was destroyed the moment I saw my husband on his knees with another man's cock down his throat. I'm just making the best of the situation I was forced into. And honestly? I've never been more satisfied in my life. The mechanic. The neighbor's brother. Both of them give me what I need in different ways. Both of them make me feel alive and desired and completely satisfied.

Charlotte wiggled her ass back, wanting more. His palm met her bottom in a sharp spank. Charlotte winced, then moaned. He pulled out completely, then bottomed out in one fast move. Charlotte screamed into the rug. He fisted her hair, pulling her head up so she could keep watching her past self getting fucked like a rag doll. Her cries resembled the ones from the feed. “Tell me, Printsessa.” He snarled, thrusting hard enough to steal the air from her lungs. “Do you want to go back home? Would you like to leave this place and go back to your old boring life?”