Chrisean Sex Tape Novels & Stories

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.

Chris bounced on my c*ck owning it, worshiping it, every inch of my body acknowledged his ownership. As his moans increased, so did his pace. “ so tight… Chris…” I groaned as he clenched tighter on my c*ck as he spurts his cum between us. He sought my mouth almost immediately, and he pinched my hard nipples, throwing me over the edge. I surged deeper, coating his hole with my semen. “ F*ck, baby… that was spectacular. “ I murmured, tearing my lips from his.

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.

“Mr Chris, why did you ask to see me? You gave me some money too, why is that? We barely even know each other” Mr Chris stroked his chin and looked at me boredly, “It is true we do not know each other. However, I've heard of you from a somewhat vile person” I raised an eyebrow, “Really?” “You don't happen to know Jarrod Smith, do you?” My eyes widened, “Well, that's my ex-husband, why?” Chris sighed, “Jarrod Smith asked me to tail you and erhm.. force you to have sex with me so I can get pictures and send them to Cameron Petals so he would dump you-”

The last time I saw Kirsten she was about to have a meeting with Sebastian Hayworth. "What is going on?" she said, her voice with a hint of concern. I lifted my eyes to face her. "Why do you think there is a problem?" "You were biting the corner of your mouth, like you do when you're worried. Come on, tell me." She can read my mind sometimes, I told you. "Remember Chris´ uncle? He came to the office, and we had a very weird and intense encounter." I shivered for half an hour after he left. And as if being threatened by him wasn't enough, I found out about the s.ex tape.

•• Victoria’s POV ••• Packing House On our second wedding anniversary, I received a gift from my mate— a sex tape of him and his lover. He had her pinned against his office’s cherrywood desk, slamming into her from behind. Every moan, every thrust, every whisper coiled around my throat like a vine, choking me. I pressed a hand over my mouth, disbelief flooding me. Tears carved down my cheeks like knives.

I said kicking off my shoes and taking a seat in the armchair across from them, my eyes glued to their bodies. Marlene looked over at me, her eyes heavy with lust. "You like what you see, Chris?" she asked, her voice breathy. She knew exactly what she was doing to me, the little fucking tease. I grunted in response, my hand already working at my belt. "Fuck yeah, I do… don’t stop" I managed to say, my voice strained as I freed my throbbing cock. I began to stroke myself, my eyes never leaving their tangled bodies.

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.

When they disappeared, Isabelle turned to look at Chris, a smile forming as she spoke. "I think Sean is gay."