Novel & Cerita Captured Sex Stories

The e-mail showed that Selena was Googling pornographic websites - specifically sites which catalogued and stored sex stories. As he checked the screenshots and the text which was being typed into the search bar, he found that she was looking for stories which dealt with S&M, dominance and submission, bondage and humiliation. The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later.

My last sexcapade attempt failed horribly because I couldn't get wet enough. This time would be different. It had to be. Once in the bedroom, I turned to him, ready to say something teasing but the words did not make it out. His lips captured mine instantly, his hand slipping around my waist as he puahed me to the wall. I moaned against his lips, my back arching against the wall. When he pulled away minutes later, I sucked in a sharp breath. “Feisty, I like.” His lips curled in a smirk, his other hand stretching around my neck.

The only thing we agreed on was that we would never tell anyone what happened and we would never talk about it again between ourselves. The apartment was empty when we got there. We both showered in silence and went straight to bed. Sex with Ethan has never been the same since that night. He is still gentle and careful with me, and it is never enough. I find myself needing more. Every so often I end up in a bar or a club with a stranger who will take me the way I now crave. Rough. Filthy. Without care for anything except his own pleasure. I guess that is what I am now.

I called out, my strides doubling and thankfully the door slammed closed before I got there. Great! I locked and went back to my room, pulling the blinds and taking off my clothes as I locked my door and went straight to my search bar. I typed my favourite media being black cocka dn lay with my cock pointing into the air as the images flooded the screen. My breath hitched as I fed my eyes with images of muscled studs striking model-like poses with cocks so thick and huge, my mouth watered. No matter how many times I had seen these images, how many times I had jerked my cock sore to these images, it was never enough.

**Story 16: The Breeding Festival** **Chapter 2** The roar of the crowd was deafening. Serena lay on her back on the cold stone altar, legs still spread obscenely wide, her body glistening with sweat and the cum of five powerful men. Her pussy throbbed and leaked a steady river of thick seed down her ass crack onto the ancient stone. Her full breasts heaved with every ragged breath, nipples hard and sensitive from being pinched and sucked.

Sam actually blushed, "I'll send you the links. It was tough to track the origins of the vids, other than that one filmmaker, but the Reddit stories were easy. A lot were fakes, but I ended up making contact with quite a few posters whose stories were real. I also started reading stories posted on erotica sites and looking up the authors. A couple said right out that they were in incestuous relationships. The stories they wrote had a different feel, I got so I could tell." Deb smiled. I wondered what was in her coffee, "Reading and seeing all that must have been—exhausting." Sam looked right at my sister, "I'd do my work on a wooden chair with a suction cup dildo and towel under the chair. M

I flip the page and it's him again, this time with drops of water all over his body and his hands are over his head, showcasing the abs I saw through his wet clothes yesterday. Fondling my boobs, I swallow the saliva that pools in my mouth. The picture on the left side makes my breath catch in my throat. A woman is sitting on Felix like he's a chair and her mouth is hanging open with pleasure with his hand on her left tit. Behind her, his facial expression is twisted but it only makes him look sexier. 'Making the most of the forbidden part 2: breeding kink' “holy…” I gasp when I realize that he is having penetrative sex with her on camera. My stepbrother is…

Feels strange being home again. Jack launched into a story about work and some deal they were both involved in. I sat on the opposite end of the couch from Richard and tried to look interested. My body had other plans. Every time he shifted I noticed the way his trousers pulled across his thighs. Every time he spoke I watched his mouth. I kept thinking about those same lips between my legs. About his fingers sliding under this dress and finding out how wet I already was just from sitting in the same room as him.

Or earn it? Even my fantasies are confused. I have no idea what any of this means or looks like. I think what I need is some sort of help, perhaps a visual aid. Or a story. I’m embarrassed, but I go to my laptop at my desk and flip it open. Blushing fiercely but too curious to stop, I search in dominant sex. Before I even click on anything, the images that provide nearly have my eyes bugging out of my head. The first image is of a woman tied to the headboard with handcuffs. There’s a black ribbon over her eyes, blinding her, with her face otherwise twisted with excited anticipation.

I stepped off the boat to the wooden dock, and the warm night air hit me like a slap. My heart was pounding hard already, and my pussy was getting wet just from the smell of the ocean mixed with that thick, musky scent of sex that hung in the air. This was The Cock Fest. No names, no talking about feelings, and no tomorrow. It was just pure fucking for a whole week. I had dreamed about this for months, fingering myself every night, thinking about big cocks stretching me open until I couldn’t walk straight. Now it was real.