Cabin Sex Stories Novels & Stories

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

I dropped mine in and Tom did the same, looking a little stiff. We walked deeper into the club. Different sections everywhere. One area had girls on poles, naked and grinding slow on the metal, their pussies shaved clean and shining under the lights. Another section had private booths where you could hear moaning already, hands and mouths working under tables. Further back was the main stage, dark for now, but people said the live sex started at midnight. I picked a table close to the stage, sat down, and nodded for Tom to sit right beside me instead of standing like a driver. He sat, his big body taking up space, thigh almost touching mine. “Ma’am, you sure this is a good idea?” he asked lo

"Easy Ma'am. Let me finish before you start choosing. If you stay here in the cabin until the storm ends the rent is five hundred dollars, cash. You stay dry, warm and fed. If you go to your car you will likely be there for three days. If you rent my bedroom, alone, it will be another five hundred. That's for the duration of the storm. If you share the bed with me it's a reduction of two hundred fifty from the rent. If you have sex with me the rent stays just as I said and I pay you two hundred per ejaculation. Now, think it over and let me know what you decide." "That's outrageous! This cabin isn't worth five hundred dollars." "That wasn't five hundred a night. It's five hundred for the dur

The stairs were a blur of motion and friction, his boots thudding on the wood while I clung to him, my moans turning into animalistic whimpers. He carried me all the way to his room, a place I had never been allowed to enter. It smelled of leather, heavy tobacco, and him. He kicked the door shut and finally pulled out of me, the wet sound of his exit making me whimper as I hit the floor. He stripped himself naked, his powerful, tattooed body a roadmap of violence and desire. He sat heavily on the leather sofa, his thick cock already hardening again, twitching against his stomach. "Come here, Blaire," he growled, his eyes locking onto mine with a hunger that Richard couldn't match. "Sit on it

She headed to the only cabin showing signs of life. In a moment, she thought. She climbed the steps and opened the cabin door, shouting, “Somebody, help me!” Then she froze when she saw the scene inside the cabin. Vero found people naked, and it took her a while to realize they were having sex. They do it on the couch and at the corners of the room. Others were using drugs and drinking alcohol. Almost everyone there stopped what they were doing and looked at Vero, while a pair who seemed to reach their climax didn’t care at all about her existence and kept moving their hips while moaning.

I fucked Hailey’s hole with my tongue, letting curiosity get the best of me and I began fingering her asshole with my thumb until her thighs were shaking. “I’m close!” Damon groaned. “Fuck me too!” My husband’s hot cum spilled into my abuse as my best friend’s pussy pulsed out juices as her body shook with her second orgasm. It was all so dirty, filthy but fucking wonderful. I don't think I could go back to casual sex after this. ~ ~ ~ Update: We agreed to continue fucking! My parents have Bella every weekend while my husband, my best friend, and I discover ways we could make each other cum at every corner of the house.

"Hey, I'm trying to make sure you're happy. Way I see it, you're gonna sex him up, and then oh so casually slide in that he needs to come meet your sister." I laugh quietly. "Yes. I'm sure he'll be so delirious, that he agrees with no problem." "You never know." My phone vibrates, and Laury leans over as I open the message. "Get outta here." I elbow her. She snickers as I unlock my phone. Law:Cabin 16. 7pm. "Cabin?" I ask, confused. "Yes, Sarah. The cabins are the ones with the hot tubs. Please, I beg of you, take lots of pictures."

I said, and he covered my hand with his and began to pump until he came. I kept laughing on the way up the trail, drunk with love. I fell once and didn’t care and after that one of them kept a hand on me. I sat between them in the truck, the heater blowing warm air on my feet. Will drove. Just before the turnoff to my place he said, “Unless you say different, you’re coming to the cabin.” They shared an old cabin in the pines above the bay. I didn’t say anything. Inside, they took my clothes off together, one piece at a time, and rolled me under the covers. The bed was big and soft and I sighed, closing my eyes. “We’ve worn her out,” Will said.

You are probably wondering what has happened in the last two months. Well, for starters Tank took me to a remote cabin in the woods for our honeymoon. We stayed five wonderful days doing nothing but cuddling, talking, and making love more times than I can count. We got to know each other both physically and mentally. I was forbidden to think about work or the company I was going to inherit soon. Every time I did Tank would distract me with a walk or a massage or a bubble bath and making love. He made me incredible meals to keep our strength up. When it felt like he was thinking about club business or the tattoo shop I would massage him which always led to more lovemaking. And it wasn’t the n

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.