Busty Sex Stories Novels & Stories

“I love being your cheap Asian breeding toy! Pump your hot cum into my tight little womb! Knock me up! I want to feel your seed leaking out of me for days while I go to lectures!” Jax fucked her tiny frame with savage force, spanking her small ass red. Mia came hard, her petite body shaking as her tight pussy squeezed his cock. He groaned and flooded her with another thick load, so much that her flat belly visibly swelled slightly from the volume. Without pulling out completely, he moved to Zoe. “Legs wider, long-legged slut,” he ordered, slamming into her athletic pussy. Zoe moaned loudly as he bottomed out deep inside her. “Yes! Ruin me too!” she begged, pushing back. “Breed my athletic cu

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.

“Say you love being fucked like this while he’s right downstairs.” Her fingers clutched the sheets tight, and her whole body began to shake. “I love it. I love being your slut while my father is downstairs! Ohhh God, I love your dick, Luca!” Her confession ripped the last threads of control from him. His balls tightened and his dick swelled, every nerve screaming release. He slammed deep, grinding hard against her ass. “Fuck Stacey! I’m going to cum!” Her body convulsed, and another orgasm tore through her at his words. “Come inside me!” she begged.

THE NEXT STORY Kira It’s New Year’s Eve, and in just a couple hours, this miserable, sexless year will finally die. Twelve months. No sex. No close calls. Not even a halfway decent kiss. Just me, my vibrator, and the hollow kind of ache that doesn’t go away no matter how many times you take the edge off alone. It’s not like I’ve been holding out for candlelight and grand gestures. I just want someone to take control, to ruin me in a way that doesn’t ask permission or apologize afterward.

“Fill Mommy’s slut hole… breed me, Daddy… pump your hot seed into my fertile womb!” “Tony… don’t you dare stop… wreck my tight pussy… I need your thick load so bad… use me like the whore I am for you!” He flipped them into new positions relentlessly…making them ride him one after the other, their soaked breasts bouncing wildly as they went up and down onto his cock, grinding their clits against his base. Then he arranged them in a heated sixty-nine, where their tongues frantically lapped at each other’s swollen clits and the glistening length of his cock as he took turns fucking each from behind. The air grew thick with the musky scent of sex, sweat, and feminine arousal. The bedframe creake

"But I may have imagined this scenario once or twice." Felix's laugh was low and sensual. "Only once or twice?" Before she could answer, his thumb found the damp center of her panties, pressing firmly against her clit through the silk. Wendy gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily. "So responsive," Felix murmured, increasing the pressure. "I've imagined making you wet like this during every boring budget meeting for the past year." His confession sent another rush of heat between her legs. "Tell me what you want," he commanded, his thumb now moving in slow circles. "I need to hear you say it."

ck outside his trousers. He seemed to feel the sensation as his body suddenly moved. I smirked, my eyes flirtatiously looking at him. He smiled once again, and I didn’t stop. Instead, I loosened his waist button and deepened my hand into his trousers. My soul melted as I swiftly grabbed his cock into my palm. I moaned, I could hear his soft moan too while he drove. In a split second, we arrived at the school parking lot, I wanted to remove my hand, but he held me in place, pressed a button that made his seat go flat, then jerked me off from my seat and placed me on top of him.

Carefully, I scrolled down, and there I saw more indecency than I had ever encountered in my entire life. They seemed to be videos available on the main page, and the preview images told me everything I needed to know. From a group of men with just one woman, to massive cocks, to anal play, a lot of it was stuff I couldn’t even find the words to describe. Okay, so I’ve touched myself plenty of times. Being thirty-seven, it's obvious I had a vibrator to play with whenever I needed a quick release.

I brought it up to Tiffany every chance I got, suggesting she wear something skimpier and show off her body but she wasn’t receptive at all. I felt like I’d lost the wife lottery, dooming me to a lifetime of boring, vanilla, unfulfilling sex. My constant badgering made her withdraw even more, which led me down the rabbit hole until I couldn’t get off to anything other than bimbo p**n. There was nothing I loved more than a big pair of fake, bolted on plastic titties. All of it was such a male friendly aesthetic, showcasing the ideal feminine sexuality. It was the pure depravity of it all, the obvious daddy issues and need for male validation. Watching those videos made me aroused like never b

My body convulsed, as hot, wet release flooded out of me. He didn’t stop, sliding his finger in and out of my pussy with a rhythm that made another fire start building inside of me. Ethan had switched breasts at this point, sucking the other one and fiddling with the first one. His teeth grazed and pulled at my bud. “Arrghhh…pleaseee..” My moans were getting louder and I could feel myself getting closer and closer even though I just came. “Please what, pumpkin?” Maxwell raised his head to look at me, lips shiny with my juices. At this point, I didn't even know what I was begging for, so I could only shut my mouth and focus on the overwhelming sensation that was building up in my stomach.