Degradation Sex Stories Novels & Stories

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

“Seriously? Are we in grade school again?” Dee shrugged and gave me a coy smile. “I need to live vicariously through you, Wren. Baron is the only fucking man I want, but marriage has worn our sex life down to a grind—a boring, monotonous grind. Add the attempts at baby-making and romance and passion have fucking left the building. I need these dirty stories to get me through.”

My wife and I have been married for over 10 years now. During that time, we've had our ups and downs, as most couples do. Whenever problems have arisen, we've been able to work through them, strengthening our relationship along the way. However, last week something happened that I thought would destroy all of our hard work. Our sex life, like everything else, has gone through cycles. Sometimes it's great, and sometimes it cools off. We had been going through one of our cooler periods lately. As a result, I was spending more and more time online reading erotic stories and looking at various websites.

These were just fantasies. This went on for over six months. I would come home from work, shower, fix a little dinner, and then sit down at my laptop to watch sex videos, read stories like Poppy’s secret confession or other sex stories about daddy’s, or cruise the M2M ads, looking for the excitement that came from these fantasies. I had discovered a local M2M chat room and would chat with guys, telling them my fantasies. Most were either looking for the same thing or didn't want to waste time chatting once they knew I was scared to actually try anything.

They fucked me like a fleshlight, using both holes at the same time while the third kept throat-fucking me and the last two mauled my swinging tits and slapped my ass until it stung. “Gonna knock up that broke pussy so you get child support from five rich daddies,” Harrington grunted, pounding deeper. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Walking around with a belly full of our cum while you bettg for more rent money.” The degradation hit like a slap on my female ego, but my body betrayed me completely. I came hard around the two cocks inside me, pussy clenching, ass fluttering, moaning like a whore around the dick choking me. Tears ran down my face, spit dripped off my chin, but I came again when

The sounds were obscene; wet squelching, skin slapping, my choking gurgles, their grunts, my screams. “Tell your husband how much better we are,” one demanded, pulling my hair so my mouth was off his cock for a second. “I… I’m sorry Brutus… their cocks are so much bigger… they’re ruining me… I can’t stop cumming…” I sobbed, voice hoarse. They laughed and slammed back into my every hole. The degradation became nastier. They made me describe how much I loved being a cheating cumdump. They compared Brutus’s “tiny useless dick” to their massive tools. They made me beg for their cum while my husband cried.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

“Such a tight little whore. Your cunt is sucking my cock like it wants to keep every drop. Beg for my cum, slut.” “Give it to me!” Mia sobbed. “Pump your hot cum into my fertile womb! Knock me up! I want to leak your seed for days!” He filled her with another thick load, then moved to Zoe without pulling out completely. Zoe was waiting, ass high. “My turn! Breed my athletic cunt! Ruin me too! Fill every one of us until we’re dripping like the dirty whores we are!” Jax slammed into her and fucked her savagely. “You three are the sluttiest group of college bitches I’ve ever bred. Lying here with your asses up, begging a stranger to knock you up. Your pussies are ruined and leaking my cum every