Cursed Pfps Novels & Stories

Turned into nothing but a set of three sloppy fuckholes for superior cocks and cunts. That’s why I signed up for the private studio. The website was hidden deep on the dark web, invitation-only for the most depraved. “Ultimate Flesh Factory – No Limits, No Safewords, Pure Corruption.” They filmed the filthiest scenes imaginable for an exclusive audience of billionaires who jerked off to real taboo destruction. I filled out the form with shaking fingers, listing every disgusting fantasy I had: incest roleplay, breeding, bukkake, choking, slapping, piss play, anal gaping, fisting, cum inflation. I ticked every box. When they replied confirming my slot for a six-person gangbang, I nearly came o

All those did not matter when all they thought of me was that I needed to be cuffed and silenced! Father Cassimir was - I’m not even sure who he was. He was a man of God. One sent to our village by the catholic church, to spread the word of God, after Father Lucius died of pox. Unlike Father Lucius, Father Cassimir was younger. Still almost double my age, with a nasty uncombed beard and such a disgusting smirk that he’d offer the younger women. He smelled like incense and his eyes held a strange predator gaze that always made me feel sick and unsafe when he’d cast a glance my way. He had been invited not just once to dine with us, but everytime he came into our house, I felt violated and as

The symphony of our bodies grew louder, echoing off the walls as our desires merged and intertwined. My breath became ragged, my body aching for release once again. I quickened my pace, the urgency building within me. His hands tightened on my waist, his grip firm and possessive, encouraging me to let go. I threw my head back, moaning loudly, almost screaming, "Yes, yes, yes, Alpha. I'm so close, I'm gonna fucking cum." His grip on me tightened, and sweat glistened on our skin, a testament to the passion that consumed us. The air was thick with the scent of desire, mingling with our shared ecstasy. I surrendered to the sensations, losing myself in the raw pleasure that bound us together.

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios

Curiosity finally won. I opened it and fired up his laptop. Most of the files were boring business shit. Then I found a hidden folder called “Cream Pies Unlimited.” My pussy twitched the second I clicked it. The “Images” folder was packed with hundreds of pictures — pussies of every kind, freshly fucked and leaking thick, white cum. It dribbled out of stretched holes, ran down arse cheeks, pooled on bedsheets. I stared, breathing faster, and slipped a hand into my panties. My clit was already swollen and slippery.

I snatched it, pulse racing. I should have left. Instead, curiosity and the constant ache between my legs won. I plugged it into his laptop, praying it wasn’t password protected. It wasn’t. The folder opened. My stomach flipped. Stepsis Takes Stepbrother’s Cock. Forbidden Creampie. Stepsister Begs for More.

I searched the internet for help on how to read myself of the curse. The truth found me. I was hungry…not for sex with a man but a specific fantasy that involved three men. I touched myself to videos that played my fantasy, let my mind get creative. It wasn’t until days ago that I found a place in my city. Turns out for a good price, you can live out your fantasies. And now, I was a free woman…ready to walk down the aisle without feeling like a horny wreck. “All done.” the stylist announced. I glanced at my reflection on the vanity mirror..

I forced myself to maintain eye contact as I lay back against the head rest and spread my legs wide enough to show him my pink pussy lips. "What are you waiting for, my cursed king? Come and fuck me to death."