Degradation Sex Stories Novels & Stories

"But then, at that point, they understand that nothing else pays very just as sex, so they have a decision of being figuratively messed up the ass by The Man and being trapped in a crappy low-paid work while their male associates bring home makes sure that are twice as large... or on the other hand being affluent, however being straightforwardly messed up the ass by The Man." "Well it's their decision and they have the right to pick whether they need to make a big deal about their scholastics or then again assuming they need to accomplish sex work - there's nothing moral about denying them decision," the redhead groaned, pulling Pierre down with her, both of them spread out naked on the bed

"It's complicated. That night, after I got a photo of Kinan kissing a man, I don't know why my body felt like I wanted to go to a gay Bar. I saw there was a lot of happiness there. Then, I had a drink and the waiter offered me a one-night stand with a man. He gave me the key to the room. In the room, I immediately hugged him tightly. The hug he gave really made me peaceful. After that, we had sex and I became the bottom party who sighed deliciously. Our game really- really made me feel better. I didn't want him to go but he lied." Vero stroked the mane of my hair, he looked at me intently, his jet-black eyes made me get a little radiance of calm there. "Then after this, what are you going to

In the next series, it will be an explosive and infuriatingly hardcore Gay short erotica stories compilation where filthy boys and dangerously hungry men chasing the very thing they shouldn’t crave. They just want to be ruined, reshaped and overly pleased because their bodies bleed and burn with an obsession that runs deeper for any cure, except one. High voltage desires to have their tight cracks shed apart, rimmed with sizes they never imagined exist and their girths straining, covered with slick. You’ll be left glancing through the pages in the most hidden corner of the world where no one would see you squirming. If you will be reading with a partner, fair warning: you’ll either test thei

that felt like the most powerful ending for this couple. Okay, that was the heartfelt, literary reason. Now for the completely, utterly ridiculous and honest reason: I literally could not write another sex scene. I am not joking. We were closing in on 80,000 words on this thing! A hundred thousand words! Do you have any idea how many different ways there are to describe a hand running through hair? Or a deep gaze across a room? I was starting to lose my mind trying to come up with fresh, non-repetitive action. I truly don't think I would have survived trying to write a fresh, unique, meaningful, and non-absurdly-long sex scene at this point in the narrative. My fingers were cramping, my thes

“Begging a stranger for cock at a party. Now you’re getting exactly what you asked for. I’m going to fill this greedy pussy up. Breed you like the desperate whore you are.” The words made me clench around him and I came again, squirting around his cock. I had expected him to at least slow down but he just kept fucking me through it, the vibrator buzzing against my oversensitive clit, his hand still toying with my nipples. He fucked me like that for what felt like forever — hard, deep strokes, degrading me the whole time, telling me how wet I was and how slutty I looked. Every time I got close, he slowed down or changed the angle, keeping me right on the edge until I was crying into the gag.

I could feel how puffy my pussy lips were, how they glistened every time I pulled my fingers out just to slam them back in. The wet noises filled the quiet dorm room, loud and obscene. My hips bucked against my hand like I had no control left. “Please, I’m begging you,” I whined louder, eyes half-lidded and staring straight into the lens. “Degrade me. Call me your stupid cumdump. Tell me I’m only good for swallowing load after load while I leak down my legs. I’m so fucking empty, I need to be stretched and ruined. Make me cry for it.”

The heat, the wetness, the filthy friction — it was sinful. Sally started grinding slowly, rolling her hips in long, dirty circles. Our pussies made wet, obscene sounds as we tribbed. “Feel that, you cheating slut?” she moaned. “Two married cunts grinding together. Your husband is out there preaching about purity while I’m rubbing my married pussy all over his wife’s desperate hole.” The degradation hit me hard. I grabbed her ass and pulled her harder against me, fucking her back like a bitch. Our clits rubbed perfectly with every thrust. The slick, hot slide of her cunt against mine was driving me crazy.

“Okay, fine. He had me bent over the couch in the open area for half the night. Fucked me so deep and slow at first, then got rough when I told him to, he pulled my hair, choked me just enough, made me squirt all over the floor while people watched. Then he flipped me and made me ride him until my legs gave out. I think I left claw marks on his back. Worth it.” I laughed, the sound bubbling up light and free. “Look at us…three walking disasters who finally got properly dicked down. My ex could barely last thirty seconds and here we are, limping like we ran a marathon on dick. I’m never going back to quick, boring sex again. From now on, it’s rough, tied-up, make-me-scream-or-don’t-bother sex

I gasped low and breathy as the men treated him as an object for their pleasure and not a love making session. “Owww” I moaned my cock twitching as I thrust my hips into my palm, the squelching sound becoming louder and louder. “Break him,” “Ruin him” “Fucking destroy that bastar’s hole” they shouted at the grunting man fucking him with a ball. I choked on a gasp at their crude comments, my body getting hotter by the second. “Yes, ruin him” I grunted low and deep, fucking my palm like it was a real hole.