Chrisean Sex Tape Novels & Stories

He didn’t give her a chance to reply, crashing his lips against hers. A tap on his shoulder made him pull up for air, only for the blonde to take up her place, the raven haired had her hand on his increasing bulge. He growled into her mouth, tongues lashing against one another. He broke away, scraping his teeth down her neck, nipping as he went. “Fuck, wish I was your mate.” “You could be,” he murmured, tugging her golden hair. Her only response was to giggle. A few more drinks down Chris found himself with a different group on the other side of the house. A dark haired female with a braid over her shoulder was happily perched on his lap, “Shots!” someone cried, thrusting small metal glasses

The explicit, graphic sounds of their bodies moving together filled our living room. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't, because that face staring back at me was mine. "I can't believe you'd do this to me, Vanessa," Sebastian growled, his voice shaking with rage. "This sex tape was from August fifteenth. Where were you that night, Vanessa?" August fifteenth. My mind raced, desperately trying to remember. August—that was before the miscarriage, before everything fell apart. What had I been doing that day? Then it hit me.

Cyrus butted in, reminding me that others were in on our conversation, “your body definitely wants it and we can all smell your arousal, so don’t bother denying it.” I felt heat flood my cheeks as several waves of embarrassment slammed into me on the spot. Deep down, I’d been secretly intrigued by the sex tape, because it offered me a point of view that I didn’t get to enjoy during the sex. The one where I could see the men pleasuring me, and see how much they enjoyed every second of fucking me senselessly. I’d been sure not to dwell on it or even admit it to myself while focusing on emotions like dread and anger, but my body still gave away that secret to the Rossi brothers against my will.

Chris’s hand moved to Ryan’s thigh, then higher, brushing against the obvious bulge in Ryan’s jeans. Ryan groaned softly. “You’re really turned on right now, aren’t you?” Chris swallowed, face flushed. “I… yeah.” Ryan’s voice dropped lower. “Want me to teach you more?” Chris hesitated only for a second. “Yeah,” he whispered. “Show me everything.”

Chris ordered, stepping up right to the edge of the couch, his rigid cock hovering inches from my face. I didn't hesitate. While Collin was brutally hammering into me from below, stretching me to my absolute limits, I wrapped her lips around Chris’s shaft, pulling him deep into my throat. I sucked him with a fierce, messy intensity, my eyes rolling back in pleasure as I was thoroughly used from both ends.

I needed space to absorb the shock I was about to receive. My butt found the toilet seat to be the most comfortable place to welcome Charly’s adultery proofs. I slid to his chat app right away. And there it was. Messages, dating back to a year, long before Fiji and his fake promises of being a better partner. Bank transactions to her account. Taylor Casatelli. And nudes. Her pussy right up on the screen facing me. Wet. Her pierced nipples dripping with some liquid. Countess videos of the same blonde woman. And when I thought I had seen it all, Charly’s dick stared at me, a slap to the face.

Rita said sheepishly when she turned to face him. Getting the memo, Chris locked the door, unbuckled his belt, and released his already hard shaft. This spontaneous sex life was a huge turn-on for him. Walking over to Rita, he first grabbed her neck and kissed her passionately, letting go after throbbing against her. He then snaked his hand around her and started fondling her tender sensitive breasts. “Oh, Chris, I want you now, I can’t…” Rita sighed erotically, throwing her head back onto his shoulder as her core unbearably ached!! The inside walls kept squeezing repeatedly asking for something to be shoved in.

He cracked his knuckles as he watched the drive register in the computer. “The hell?” he blurted out as he read files names like Jamaican Heat, Story Time with Mistress B, and Threesome Brothers. One name really caught his attention. “Open Office Fuck?” he said with shock. “What the hell is this?” He looked at the flash drive. It was the one Selena had left on his desk. “What in the hell did she d******d?” Christopher asked with a frown. He double clicked the file called Threesome Brothers. It opened into a Word document.

Valeria looked around to be sure no one saw her before returning to where she was supposed to be waiting for him. On the other side, Chris was still hard, yet he had no desire for sex anymore. Running the paper over his cock, he tossed it into the dustbin and zipped up his pants. His rumpled shirt was now adjusted. All he wanted was to get through this and have fantastic sex later on.

I rolled away a little more so he could reach the keyboard and watched as he scrolled through the different categories the site offered. I read where he stopped. "Milf's?" "Yup," Chris nodded, as he clicked on it. "Older women Matt, they are the way to go." I watched the site come up and looked at the various videos. "Yeah, but I mean they're old," I laughed. "They're like Mom's age." "But they know how to fuck man!" Chris exclaimed. "They been around and know what they love, and ain't shy about it, that's what you want isn't it?"