Captured Sex Stories Novels & Stories

It comes out in ropes, seeming never-ending as it fills me up to the brim, before it overflows, dripping down my thighs. We stay there for a long moment, both of us breathing heavily. I told him that I trusted him. Was that something I just blurted out in the middle of sex or did I really mean it? He pulls out of me, making all his cream come spilling down my inner thighs. And then he spins me around, and leans down to give me a kiss. I meet him halfway, parting my lips to let his tongue meet mine. Our lips mold together, till we become one. I think I meant it.

It was a kind of meditation to him, to test his patience, to test the ability to put on hold. Until this week. He couldn't resist the temptation. Taking a puff, relishing the feeling which was almost foreign in his mouth, he deliberated on the idea to tell his uncle about the men he took in custody but it vanished as soon as it came. Everyone so firmly believed it was an accident and he wasn’t going to ruin their peace.

"You keep running into me nearly naked. It's creepy." He arched his brow at that, "Oh? I wonder who started it." Her cheeks tinged red again as the memories came flooding back. That day she ran into him naked and witnessing that—she hated to admit it — fucking attractive body of his. The day he caught her masturbating his image in her head and how she had desperately wanted him to show her the real thing. However, sex with him was not what she had imagined it to be. Yet, for some strange reason, she found herself wanting mo—

FLASHBACK I was taking a walk around the island when my feet bring me in the beach. A gorgeous white fine sand and a clear sea that glistens when the sunlight hits its surface. I decided to take a picture of it when my camera caught a girl busy painting a beautiful art of the scenery. I was mesmerized and decided to have a closer look but when I decided to zoom in to get a closer look a beautiful and mesmerizing smile from the painter caught my eye. The painter’s beauty was more mesmerizing than her painting itself.

Mustafa who is now with Zoe wants to live a new life again after going through hell in his marriage with Cassie but with the children they have standing in the way, how does he function properly as the husband to Zoe and as a father to the children he has with Cassie? Cassie is left to deal with the misery, trying to patch all of the broken pieces together after so much has been ruined. Would she ever get a renewal of love and life itself when there's unprecedented polyandry standing in the way? Aren't you excited for this??? Ooh la la! Until next time, see you in The Captor, sequel to The Captive! One more thing, you can read The Captive on GoodNovel now and you can also purchase it on Okad

I’m alone in their massive house, horny and determined to make Damien lose control tonight. I start looking through their media room for something to watch… and I hit the jackpot. A hidden folder on their TV called “Private.” Inside are dozens of high-quality p**n videos — rough sex, cheating husbands, babysitter fantasies, creampies, degradation. Exactly my kind. My pussy throbs instantly. I put on one of the filthiest ones — a young babysitter getting brutally fucked by the married dad while his wife sleeps upstairs. The girl on screen is moaning like a whore, getting her pussy pounded mercilessly.

You swing by with the spare key to grab your forgotten laptop from Mark's room, packed with explicit hentai videos and pornographic images of busty milfs getting railed by massive cocks, creamy cum shots dripping from stretched pussies, tentacles fucking every hole. *Opening the door, you freeze seeing Stefanie Meijer, Mark's 40-year-old married mom, on the bed with your laptop open, voluptuous figure in a form-fitting designer dress hugging her big breasts and thick thighs, long black hair draped over shoulders, ocean blue eyes scrolling your filthy collection, full pink lips parted in arousal, plump pink cunt soaking through her no-underwear dress as she bites her lip schemingly.*

His entire body shook as he came, shooting a massive, boiling hot load of cum deep inside me, filling my tight pussy to the very brim. He collapsed on top of me, his heavy chest heaving as he held me tight against the mattress. We stayed like that for a long time, the quiet returning to the room. The sin was turning into something much bigger, and as I felt his warm cum leaking out of me, I knew I was never going back to my old life again.

THEMES: Blackmail, Reluctance, Manipulative Coercion, Security room, Unconscious Cheating, Unintentional Cheating, Forced Subduing, Trickery, Harsh treatment, Belittling, Nonconsensual KINKS: Rough sex, Intense Spanking, Hair pulling, Forced Blowjob, Degradation, Dirty talk, Lewd dirty name calling LENA'S POV Barely holding back a sigh-------- for my own good-------- I nod, zoning out while she keeps talking and scolding myself some more for spreading my legs for that smug rival.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.