روايات وقصص ضمن Bisexual Male Erotica

“Now ruin it.” He withdrew until just the tip remained, then slammed back in. A brutal, punishing thrust. Leila screamed, her nails digging into the leather. He set a relentless, rough pace, each drive a claim, each withdrawal a tease. The slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, a lewd percussion to their choked moans and filthy talk. “You like this?” he grunted, pistoning into her. “You like getting your ass fucked by a gay man?” “I love it!” she shrieked, pushing back against him. “Your cock is so deep! I can feel it in my guts!”

Soon, I came with a scream, my cream filling his mouth, my body shaking, my back arching off the mattress. He crawled up my body, his cock pressing against my entrance, hot and insistent, but he didn't push in. Instead, he reached into his nightstand, pulling out a vibrator, black, with a curved tip designed for maximum stimulation. The sight of it made my pussy clench with anticipation. "Ever been fucked by two things at once?" he asked, his voice dark. "No." “Today will be your first.” He pressed the vibrator against my clit, turning it on low,

I could hear how Alexa released low gasps as Marcus slid two fingers into her, worked them back and forth and the room filled with slick, blunt noises. His hand quickened, fingertips curled to press the front wall of her G-spot while the pad of his thumb swept across her clit. Alexa reached out, caught a fistful of my hair. She held on while she stared at my mouth over Marcus length. The bisexual tension peaked hard inside me. This was my first real taste of another man — thick, hot, and commanding in my mouth — while my wife lay beside us getting pleasured by the same fingers that had just been inside her.

When she did, and I could gulp down some air, I shoved my hand down to my own sopping pussy and savaged my own clit. It took only a couple of strokes and I came, too, growling my pleasure into Doris’s crotch. We lay like that for long moments, breathing deeply and relaxing cramped muscles. My head lay on Doris’s thigh, my gaze on her open, drooling sex, my face soaked with her fluids. I was amazed at myself. Just an hour ago I was as straight as the proverbial arrow. Now I was definitely a bisexual girl. No way would I give up this kind of fun.

His lips found the sensitive skin of my neck, sucking a mark right below my ear. “No one has to know,,” he whispered into my ear, his voice a low, vibrating sin. “Just a secret. Just once. I’m so hard for you right now, I can barely breathe.” He traced his tongue up to my earlobe, licking it slowly. I shivered, my head falling back. “Eva doesn’t have a single sex bone in her body,” he muttered, his hands sliding down to my waist. “She’s all career and wedding plans. She doesn’t look at me the way you do. She doesn’t make me feel like this.”

But his body did the opposite, ass pushing back on the fat dick like a desperate whore. My own hand was in my shorts before I even noticed it. My fingers squeezed the shit out of my veiny shaft, bulbous head leaking buckets. The thought hit me hard. Mira wanted to see me held, ass up, getting railed by a massive dick while she got her small cunt pounded right beside me. Yes, I was bi. It wasn't a secret; she knew that. She said it was hot, but after that day, she hadn't brought it up.

“Deeper. If you make me come I might let you fuck me.” The man’s tongue worked frantically. Wet sounds filled the room. Nadia moaned, rolling her hips, using his face like a toy. She reached down and pinched his nipples hard. The man groaned into her cunt. She rode his mouth faster, tits bouncing, until her thighs tightened and she came with a sharp cry, soaking his face. Mateo’s hand moved to his crotch without thinking. He rubbed himself through his pants, eyes glued to the scene. Nadia stood up, cum from her orgasm glistening on the man’s chin. She grabbed a strap-on from the table, a thick black dildo and buckled it around her hips.

"Bend over the desk. Ass up, legs spread." I scrambled up, skirt hiked to my waist, tits spilling out as he ripped my blouse open—buttons pinging across the floor. Cool wood hit my nipples, hardening them more. I arched my back, pussy exposed, lips puffy and dripping, clit peeking out begging. He stepped behind, rubbing his cock along my slit slow, coating himself in my juices. The fat head nudged my entrance, parting folds, but didn't push in. "Beg for it, Mira. Beg your boss to ruin this married pussy."

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

He found the lacy black thong I had changed into in the bathroom before service. “Good girl,” he whispered. “Now turn around and bend over the console.” My heart pounded as I obeyed. I gripped the edge of the sound board, ass pushed out toward him. He lifted my skirt and pulled the thong aside. This time his fingers didn’t just tease. Two of them rubbed slow circles over my clit. Wet sounds started almost immediately. “Already soaked,” he murmured. “Church girl by day, desperate slut by night. I’m going to enjoy breaking you, Lira.”