Cerita Mesum Terlarang Novel Novels & Stories

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.

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Just when I had thought that I finally secured my dream job. Now this? Pretend to be his woman? For a week? What game is this? "Which is why I need to know your self control game, because being my woman, you'll be doing a lot of stuff, I don't want you to do that while wet underneath," he added, the smug little smirk not leaving his face. I cringed as the words slipped out of his mouth. How can someone spew such smut words with so much comfort? Has he no shame whatsoever?

It was messy, loud, and he convulsed in pleasure beneath him. Just as they collapsed in a heap of sweat, and semen, the bed broke beneath them. “Shit,” Jesse laughed. “We just broke the last bed in Nebraska.” Marcus rolled onto his back, panting. “Worth it.” A group zombie groaned outside the window, while they caught their breaths slowly falling asleep. Jesse turned his head. “Hey Marcus?” “What?” “I’d totally let you do that again. Just saying.” Marcus reached over, pulled Jesse close, and whispered in his ear; “I'll be sure to fuck the hell out of you.”

Wh-what did he mean by that? Why did this ominous feeling rise in my gut after hearing those words? "I'm going to spank your cunt for being so naughty, craving a forbidden dick. It deserves some punishment, don't you think?" He asked me, a puckish smirk tugging at the ends of his mouth. Oh god! After so many aeons of waiting, my cunt still couldn't snag that gorgeous dick? Ah, I was getting discouraged. Depressed even. Yet my pussy, a wonderful betrayal throbbed, seeming ready for anything as long as it involved my hot stepdaddy.

The old university library smelled of aged paper and secrets. It was past eleven when I slipped between the tall shelves in the restricted section, heart racing. No one was supposed to be here this late, but I couldn’t resist. My fingers trembled as I pulled out a worn leather book titled Forbidden Desires of the Victorian Age. The pages held explicit stories that made my cheeks burn and my body ache.

By the time he came the second time, I was a mess, begging, crying out, completely lost in him. We went three rounds that night. Each one rougher, each one with more filthy words spilling from his mouth. "You're going to wake up every morning with my cum inside you," he promised as he finally untied me, pulling me against his chest. "My perfect little office whore." I passed out exhausted, body aching, ass sore and full of him. ~~~~ Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up to the feeling of being stretched open again. Damien was on top of me, cock already buried deep inside my hole, thrusting slow and steady.

Kane stood directly in front of her now, so close she could smell his clean, masculine scent. “Interesting,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “You wrote an entire pornographic fantasy about your professor. And then submitted it as coursework.” “I didn’t mean to,” she whispered, mortified. “It was a private document. I must have copied the wrong file.” Kane tilted her chin up with two fingers, forcing her to meet his intense gaze. “Do you touch yourself while writing these stories, Lila? Do you imagine my cock stretching that tight little college pussy while you finger yourself at night?”

⚠️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.

It sprang out—thick, veined, the shaft curving slightly up, head flared wide and already leaking a bead of precum that I smeared over the tip with my thumb. "Fuck," I muttered, stroking from base to tip in long, firm pulls. The skin was hot, stretched tight over the ridges. Eight inches of meat that had ruined more women than I could count. I remembered the last assistant—Sarah, married, her wedding ring glinting under the desk lamp as she begged me to fill her on this very desk. I'd bent her over, spread her cheeks, and slammed in deep while she sobbed my name. Before her, Lisa—on her knees under the conference table during a call, swallowing my load while her husband texted her goodnight.