Cersex Dewasa Novels & Stories

"I'm green. Don't stop. Please don't stop." Damien's laugh was dark and approving. "That's my girl. Xavier, she's ready for you." IT ALL STARTED SIX MONTHS AGO: THE APPLICATION Serah had discovered the service by accident....a whispered conversation overheard at an upscale bar, a business card slipped across a table, a website that required three separate security clearances to access. Elite Experiences it was called. Discreet, expensive, exclusive. They specialized in fulfilling fantasies that couldn't be satisfied through conventional means. And their most sought-after offering was "The Twenty-Four."

“My secretary. My ex-wife. My perfect little sluts.” Jessica and Claire watched him, lips parted, hands lazily touching each other’s bodies as they waited. With a deep, guttural groan, Charlie’s orgasm hit. Thick, powerful ropes of cum erupted from his cock, raining down on them. He painted Jessica’s full breasts and face first, then shifted to cover Claire’s tits and open mouth. Stream after stream of hot cum splashed across their bodies...on their stomachs, necks, cheeks, and tongues. Both women moaned softly, arching slightly to receive every drop as he emptied his balls completely over them.

Warning: Explicit sexual content, group sex, extremely rough sex, BDSM elements, consensual intense experience. 18+ only. All characters are adults. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.

“Come with both holes stuffed like the dirty whore you are. Make those toys squeeze. Milk them.” My whole body seized, orgasm ripping through me. My cunt clamped viciously on the thick silicone, my ass spamming around the glass. My pussy milk spilt around the base, soaking the sheets. He held both of them deep, letting me ride every wave, every aftershock until I was sobbing, oversensitive and had my hips jerking. “Please. This is too much. Fuck—” He eased them out slowly. He pulled the glass first, watching my ass gape for a second before clenching. Then the thick one, my cunt lips clinging, reluctant to let go. A thick string of my arousal connected the tip to my opening.

It wasn’t burning, rather each letters reappears on the paper. She found it enticing so she didn’t take it off until the letters has completely surfaced. “So, what do we have here?” To Be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL.

The room was dim, with a single candle illuminating the best it could, and I saw something poking out from the layers of blue and white. I strode up to it cautiously and touched it, only for it to crinkle against my fingers and fall to the floor. It all came back to me now and I picked it up, my hands shaking, my nose filled with the smell of his perfume that seemed to come from the paper. “I will read it and throw it out,” I said under my breath, slowly unfolding the crisp quarters to see a contract. “Proposal for a Dominant and Submissive Relationship?” The candle flickered and I moved closer to the golden glow to see the letters better. Dominant? Submissive? Hard limits? Soft Limits?

The orgasm seemed to last forever, my walls fluttering and squeezing him tight. Marcus growled deep in his chest, his pace turning feral. He fucked me faster, harder, the bed creaking beneath us. “Good girl. Cum on daddy’s cock like the filthy widow you are. Feel how deep I am? This pussy is going to know exactly who it belongs to from now on.” His hand left my throat and gripped my hip instead, pulling me onto his cock with every brutal thrust. Sweat slicked our skin. The room smelled of sex and his masculine scent. My moans grew louder and more desperate.