Bianca Morales Porn Novels & Stories

Bianca stumbled back home in a daze, her mind still reeling. She had barely stepped through the door when her phone buzzed again with a new message from Lucy. This time, it was a video—one she could barely stand to watch. She could hear Lucy's taunting voice. "On your knees. I like it from behind." The rustle of clothing and the unmistakable sounds of bodies entwined filled the audio, echoing in Bianca's ears and making her stomach churn.

"Um, sorry to barge in. The name's Lane Parker." I swallowed hard. Lane Parker? The porn star from out West? The porn star that got Drake drunk? "H-hi," I stuttered as my gaze moved to the woman standing just behind him. She was an older lady, but still as gorgeous as ever. Her long blonde hair reached her hips that were perfectly shaped like an hourglass. I noticed that she was skin and bones with the most voluptuous breasts I had ever seen. They were totally fake. Her gaze studied me just as much as I studied her. Who the hell was this too? My head wasn't in the right space to deal with more shit today.

"She has a fetish for young men—she's used her identity as the daughter of the Sterling family to force many men into doing what she wants!" Lucille smiled mockingly when she heard that. "Is that so? What else does she do?" Kenan cried, "That's not all! She's not just interested in young men—she's even involved with her company's CEO! She's his mistress!" "Shut up, Kenan!" Bianca screamed. She glared daggers at him. Kenan said, "I have proof!" Bianca's mind went blank, and everyone was stunned. The blood had drained from Miriam's face at this point. It was bad enough that Bianca was involved with multiple men. She couldn't believe the latter had willingly become someone's mistress.

Bianca’s heart raced in anticipation for she knew what would come next. Sure enough, Adan buried his face in her core and used his tongue to stroke her pink lips. He flicked her bean, alternating between sucking and licking her love cave. “Oh... that’s it.” Bianca couldn’t help but moan, her hands clutching the sheets tightly as pleasure like no other rushed through her. Since she was so sensitive, it didn’t take long for her to come undone. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, the sweet feeling getting to her soul as Adan continued to suck her clit until she rode out her orgasm.

Bianca replied casually. "At least he gave me the best orgasm and sex I've ever had!" Isabella stood up for herself. "Oh, really?" Bianca sneered. "So tell me, how small was his cock, and how bad was he in bed?" she asked mockingly. Isabella rolled her eyes. "Whoever told you that white men's cocks aren't big and they aren't good in bed is a very big liar," she remarked, because Bianca had always made her believe that white men's cocks weren't big, but after seeing Matteo's cock and having sex with him, that changed everything in her perspective.

~~~ Colombia. In an enormous bedroom in the black mansion. Lucas was lying in bed with his head thrown back as Bianca, who was riding his cock, let out pleasurable moans every time she slammed down on his dick. He switched their positions, his dick still inside Bianca as he began thrusting into her. “Fuck me harder! Mi amor,” Bianca cried as tears of pleasure fell down her temples. Lucas lifted her legs over his shoulders, his hand holding her hips as he pounded into her pussy ruthlessly.

I stared at the screen for what felt like hours, even though it’d barely been seconds. It was dad. And not just Dad. It was dad and Bianca. Not touching her—but there, in the room, shirt off, belt undone. Having full blown sex. Bianca had a camera set up. The girl had filmed it. Filmed the whole thing. The angle was perfect. You could see dad the bed, Bianca’s smug little smirk as she reached for the button of her blouse like this was some kind of game. The look on dad’s face—one of pure pleasure—was permanently imprinted on my brain.

She pulled off her bra and camisole. "Looks like someone is pleased to see me again. " Bianca said before she sat on his lap, her back to his chest. She slipped down onto his cock, letting it impale her. Her mouth formed an O shape as she took in all of him. Before she began to bounce up and down on his lap. His hand grabbing her braless tits. "Oh fuck! Marco. Right there. " She said as he thrust up into her giving as much as he was getting. Her sex tightly encased his cock, massaging and milking for all he was worth as he continued to thrust into her.

There weren’t many people there, as it wasn’t yet nightfall when it would be packed with people. "Don Alessio, what..." "Where's Bianca?" I cut Marco off with an angry gaze. "She’s in one of the rooms, having a time of her own," Marco replied. "Which room?" "Room 30." I went straight to Room 30 and pushed the door open. Bianca was riding a man's dick, moaning my name. At the sight of me, she separated herself from him but didn’t try to cover up. She had always been shameless. She slept with many men, fantasizing they were me.

"Okay, let's be honest with each other here. What's really going on? Why are you having such a freak out about getting your freak on?" If it hadn't been such a serious thing for Jessica, she would have snickered at the play on words from Bianca's mouth. "Because, who does that? I ran here because I had nude pictures get exposed, and I was so embarrassed that happened, but I'm perfectly okay with shucking every part of clothing off the top half of my body and letting Layne have his way with me on the side of the road? What the fuck is wrong with me?" "Nothing," Bianca told her softly. "Nothing is wrong with you. You want to know what I think?"