Black Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Saliva dripped down our chins…our hands found each other and we held on tight. He pulled out and moved to the other side of the desk. He spread my legs wider and pushed his thick cock into my pussy in one smooth thrust. I cried out. He felt even bigger than I imagined. He fucked me with steady, deep strokes while his fingers rubbed Sophie’s clit. “Touch each other,” he ordered. I reached over and slid two fingers into Sophie’s wet pussy. She was dripping. She moaned and did the same to me, fingers curling inside me while Professor Voss kept pounding my cunt.

The burn was intense, but the pain melted into filthy pleasure as he buried every inch. “Take it, whore. Take that dick in your shithole.” They started pounding her….. Ethan wrecking her ass, Jax skull-fucking her. Then they switched. Jax took her asshole while Ethan made her clean his cock straight from her ass, making her taste her own filth. She came hard, squirting messily onto the mat while both holes were used. But they weren’t satisfied yet. They flipped her onto her back and double-penetrated her properly. Jax lay down and yanked her on top, slamming into her cunt. Ethan mounted her from behind and forced his cock back into her already-stuffed asshole.

THEMES: Dark and Intense, Incubus- X- Human, Demon- X- Human, Filthy tone, Accidental demon summoning, Memory reading, Blackmail pre plot, Risky fuck, Public setting, Fucking in a Library, Aftercare, Revenge, Spell Gone Wrong, Spell circle, Trapped in a Spell circle rune. KINKS: Hand jobs for horns, Double cocks, Hand job for double cocks, Blow job, Vibrating Balls, Praise Kink, 4 in one Dom (Gentle, Firm, Strict and Service Dom), 2 in one Sub (Willing and Bratty Sub), Dirty Talk, Oral sex, Teasing and Edging, Rough sex, Firm Dominance, Multiple Orgasms, Hair pulling, Orgasm control, Choking, Biting and Marking, Clawing, Double Penetration, Service with Tail, Tail play. KIRA'S POV

“Bondage, discipline, dominance, submission but in my domain it’s my rules. You sign the contract you follow them.” He pulled out papers from a drawer. “Here, read it.” I took the papers. It was typed out clear. It said Elena Harper agrees to one night with Alexander Black. Physical acts include restraint, spanking, light pain play. No permanent marks, payment upon completion. Confidentiality both ways and no emotional attachment. I looked up. “This is strict. What if I can’t do something?” “Then you say red,” he said. “I stop, but if you sign, you try. No backing out halfway unless you safe word.”

Oanez let out a guttural sound from the back of her throat as Aleric stepped trailed and slipped a finger inside Oanez's wide open p*ssy. Then the old woman laid on the floor, and she watched as her husband mounted her, his manhood disappearing and up into the woman, and appearing seconds later. Horror, fear, anger, and disgust held her in place as they continued their tryst. Dimly, she became aware that the other witches in the hall were now engaged in different sexual acts of their own. "Wanna Join, cunt?" laughed a witch in her face as another stopped dove n and began to s*ck the woman's

she begged, pushing back to meet him. And over by the staircase, a bisexual trio had formed a messy 69 chain, two women and a man tangled together. One woman lay on her back, the man eating her out while she sucked the other woman's clit. The second woman straddled the first's face, grinding down while reaching back to stroke the man's cock, fluids swapping everywhere in a slick, sloppy exchange of tongues and fingers.

Then he turned her, bent her over the hot hood of the Charger, ripped those shorts down to her feet, spread her ass wide so the crowd saw her wet pussy, and slammed into her from behind—balls-deep in one hard push. No condom. No mercy. Just skin hitting skin, her scream cutting the night, his hand mark red on her ass as he spanked with every thrust. She pushed back, took it all, nails scratching the hood, tits out of her tank, nipples hard. She came yelling “Fuck yes, harder, wreck me!”—pussy tight, squirting down her legs, soaking the dirt. Dax roared, went deep, and pumped her full—hips jerking, cock pulsing, breeding her right there for two thousand to see.

Click after filthy click. The more he stroked, the deeper his mind sank. “Fuck… imagine some rich older man seeing these,” he whispered, voice husky. His hand sped up. “Pin me down and call me his dirty little slut… force my legs open and breed my hole until I’m leaking cum for days.” His fantasies turned darker, wilder. “Degrade me. Tell me I’m just a set of holes for superior cock. Slap my face with it. Choke me while pounding me raw. Fill me up until my belly swells and I can’t even walk…”

It was a demanding, muscular embrace that threatened to milk him dry. The world narrowed to three points of contact: Sloane’s pussy on her mouth, Jax’s cock in her ass, and the frantic, ignored ache of her own clit. Her body was a live wire, strung taut between them. Sloane’s thighs began to tremble. Her moans turned into a continuous, guttural stream of filth. “Fuck! I’m coming! Take it! Swallow it all, you perfect little slut!”

She shifted in her seat and bit the inside of her cheek to keep from moaning. She had heard the stories growing up—whispers from girlfriends, crude jokes from drunk uncles at family barbecues. Black men. Big cocks. The kind that ruined you for anyone else. She used to laugh it off. Now she wasn’t laughing. Now she was staring at proof, imagining every filthy detail. That thick shaft stretching her lips wide when she sucked it. The head nudging her cervix when he bottomed out. Her walls gripping him so tight she could feel every vein pulsing inside her. Her mouth watered. Literally watered. She swallowed hard and took a sip of wine to cover it.