Novel & Cerita Cerita Paling Hot

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

she orders with a whisper and moves even closer. Why is it so hot in here? I should shut up but…Kandy says I should speak…I will speak. “Everytime when I get hard…a-and when I touch myself, I say your name and I can’t stop” I say with a broken moan before I can stop myself and Kandy looks pleased as she leans into my space. She smells like sex and sin. “Kandy, baby…” I say her name, with my voice straining and we move closer, breathing hard and heavy, fueled by our dark confessions of lust.

They made him suck their cocks to get them hard again, his jaw aching from the girth. By dawn, Cindy was exhausted but glowing, lying in a puddle of semen. She pulled Mark close and kissed him. "I love you so much for letting me be this dirty. You're the best cuck a hotwife could ask for." Mark came untouched just from her words, his tiny orgasm adding to the mess, his heart skipped a painful beat, because his mistress will definitely punish for cumming without her permission. But deep down in that throbbing dick, he anticipated his arousal.

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

"Let me feel that pussy." Our mouths find each other again, kissing messy with tongue tangling, we moaned into each other's mouth, our eyes half closed. Then he froze. "Shit...I don't have a condom." "It's okay, I'm on pill." He slammed up into me, hard and fast. "Oh fuck, Grey! Yes!" He didn't slow down. His cock was hitting my spot over and over. I grabbed my hair, pulling it into a quick ponytail, sweat dripping down my chest.

He leaned forward and scrolled back up to the image of her pussy, licking his lips as stared at her pink slit and her finger teasing her clit. He saved it and took a few seconds to enlarge it before hitting print. Craig stared at the long line of replies to her tweets; men raving about how hot she was and offering to be her son. His eyes widened when she re-tweeted another 'cum tribute' this one from the pic of her from the neck down. This one featured huge splashes of cum all over her tits, and her reply of "If my son did that to me, I'd suck his cum off my nipples!"

Then I began to talk dirty. "Aw, fuck, you're a hot old bitch! You like that cock? You like fucking my big cock, bitch? That's a big fat cock up your cunt, ain't it? You feel that? Pound it, bitch! Pound that cock like the whore you are! Ahhh, you're such a fuckin' cockhound! You want more and more of this cock in your cunt, don't you? Don't lie. You know you do. Now all these people know it too. They all know you're a cock-fucking whore like I do. You're the kind of whore who will die if she doesn't feel a cock ramming hard up her cunt, right, bitch?"

We both were getting horny watching the p**n. He found one that had like ten minutes of massive black cocks shooting loads onto white babes faces and into their mouths. I said I loved that kind of stuff, huge cocks and facials. He said "Yeah I hear you. I wish we had some babes here for some relief." I nodded and agreed. I said "Well there's always your hand." Chris laughed and said "I guess so." We kept scrolling through p**n and now were fondling our packages. I don't know how I got the nerve, or the stupidity maybe, but it was likely the weed. I blurted out "You don't have to use your hand. You just can't tell anyone." Chris looked at me like WTF and mustered only a soft "What??"

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

Well there was only two weeks left to enjoy her and I was doing that as much as I could. Not that I didn't actually enjoy the class itself as I had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what I was writing was dirty stories, or as the web sites called it; erotica. I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews.