Cerita Dewasa 2021 Novels & Stories

You have to claim them. When he’d gone, because I wasn’t finished yet, I lay on the rumpled bed, and brought myself off with my fingers. I thought of how he’d behaved earlier, sadistic and cruel, reveling in my cries from the pinch of the clamps and the slam of his cock. Then I fell asleep for an hour or so. When I woke, my hair was in a crazy, damp tangle and my breasts were a mess of scratch marks and blotches. And he was probably eating wild turbot because he usually does when it’s on expenses at Saxby’s. I would too. The point I’m making: sex isn’t like it is in the movies; it isn’t even like porn. Sex isn’t like anything except itself.

I squeezed out a generous amount of lube on the woman's ass especially that tight chrysanthemum that was calling out to me. I slipped a finger into her chrysanthemum making her grasp the edge of the desk tightly with a moan that was between painful and pleasure-ful. “Is it bearable baby?" I asked her as I thrust in with my big finger as though searching for something and when I found it I graduated to two then three fingers slowly, preparing my woman for a good fuck. Such stimulation had me desperate for a release as my dick felt jealous of my fingers. “Fuck me Daddy... I wantyou to fuck me… Ah-, pl… please fu-fuck me," said Sera in a slutty tone while grinding against my fingers.

⚠️Content Disclaimer: This story contains graphic depictions of explicit sexual acts, including oral sex, anonymous encounters, public restroom settings, gloryhole scenes, multiple partners, and themes of sexual degradation, exhibitionism, and female submission. The content is intended for mature audiences aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is strongly advised. All characters depicted in sexual situations are consenting adults over the age of 18. This is a work of fiction and should not be interpreted as an endorsement of unsafe or non-consensual sexual behavior.

I ordered pizza for us and as they gamed, I fired up the laptop in my bedroom, curious to read the stories he'd been stroking to yesterday. As I read story after story, I was shocked both at the content of the stories and by what these stories were doing to me. My pussy was on fire, and my left hand slowly pleasured myself as I read each incestuous story. Some of the stories had dominant sons seducing their mothers, while others had powerful daughters dominating their mothers, while still others were more intimate and egalitarian in the sexual relationships between sons and mothers. I'd never even remotely considered my children in a sexual way, but yesterday's events of my son's masturbatio

or, you know, life. It’s okay that he’s talked incessantly on the drive to the hotel about his new business idea. The one that has no actual plans attached to it and consists of “well, weed is legal now in some states” and “I know some guys.” And it’s okay that even at thirty-eight, he’s still so good-looking that the clerk at the front desk looks like she’s in a bit of a daze from his focused attention. I know the feeling, sister. It’s how he got me pregnant at sixteen.

I walked towards the nightstand, pulling the drawer open and grabbing a bottle of lube. I got on the bed and positioned myself at her back. I poured some of the lube on my hands, her body shivering a bit as I rubbed the lube all over her ass hole. "Have you ever been fucked here?" I asked, thrusting a finger into her. "A couple of times. Yes." She answered and I hummed. Thrusting my cock into her pussy as I continued thrusting my finger into her other hole. "Fuck yes!!" She moaned. "She moaned. "Please add another finger."

I whined at the loss, empty and aching. Adam brought his glistening fingers to my mouth. “Suck.” I obeyed, tasting myself on him, sucking like I would suck his cock. He pressed his forehead to mine, breathing ragged. “I’ve wanted this for a year,” he confessed, voice raw. “Every time you said good morning I imagined bending you over my desk and filling this tight cunt until you screamed.” I reached down and palmed his massive erection through his pants. It was huge, burning hot. I squeezed and stroked him, feeling it jump in my hand.

“Fuck babygirl. You make me want to do very dirty things to you.” I feel his erection pressing against my ass and I smile innocently. “Like what daddy?” I ask, wiggling a little on his lap. Gavin groans and leans in sucking on my neck. “Like.” He whispers, pausing a second. “Untying that little bikini bottom and sliding my fingers into that tight pussy of yours right here in this chair.” He kisses my neck and I moan. “Or, bending you over the arm of the couch, and fucking you until you are screaming my name.”

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As