Dog Sex Stories Novels & Stories

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I hаd mу fingеrѕ in my fiancee’s рuѕѕу during the еntirе ѕtоrу. I couldn't just help myself. By the time she was done telling her story, my dick was throbbing painfully, and I swear her pussy had gotten wetter. My fingers were covered in her arousal. Damn, those two lesbians had turned my fiancee into a horny dog in heat and banged her in a fucking public toilet at a club, and she fucking loved it. I could tell from the excitement swimming in her eyes.

It was so intense and Lisa reached orgasm, her body shaking, moaning loud. Dave kept fucking Lisa through her orgasm. Her legs shook violently, her body collapsing into the bed as she cried out in pleasure. He pulled out from Lisa’s dripping pussy with a wet pop, his thick, veiny cock shiny with her juices. Without hesitation, he moved to me, sliding his cock into my wet, swollen pussy in one smooth thrust.

“What kind of sex? How many kinds of sex do you think there are?” She looked at the ground and mumbled. “I don’t know.” “Guys like to kiss and feel your boobs. And touch your kitty. A lot. And sex, I guess there is missionary and doggy-style.” “What?” “Missionary, where a man lies on top of you, and doggy-style, where the woman gets on all fours, and the man gets behind her.” “Oh!” “A girl can sit on a guy and bounce up and down. Or whatever weird position you can contort your bodies into.”

Kathy's eyes widened and she moved a little closer to see what was going on. The undressed women were in several forms of rest—some sitting, some lying down—but they were all touching themselves sexually as they watched the dogs being brought in. Kathy noticed that one of the dogs was a huge German shepherd with golden fur. His head snapped back as he sniffed the air and then he growled low in his throat, as he leveled his eyes on the women. Kathy felt her body grow warm and discovered in horror that she was aroused by the growl of the dog.

“God, so big. Not like the tiny, little nothing Bob’s got between his legs.” Bob’s tiny, little nothing had grown to a very respect- able length and thickness as he stroked it gently, not wanting to overstimulate himself. He watched as Alex pushed his wife to her knees and fed her his cock. He almost lost it when she gagged a little as Alex pressed her face to his body, but he managed to maintain. He let his cock bob in time, without the use of hands, as Barb sat atop Alex and rode him while her lover squeezed her tits. He saw her shudder with an orgasm a few minutes before Alex pulled out of her, porn movie style, and came on her stomach for Bob’s benefit. Bob’s painfully hard cock ached as

The air was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and breeding frenzy. Selene watched for a moment, then joined them. She straddled Lucien’s chest, facing the female riding his cock. She grabbed the younger female’s hair and kissed her brutally while grinding her own dripping pussy against Lucien’s sternum. “Harder,” Selene commanded. “Make him knot you properly.” The female obeyed , bouncing faster, forcing Lucien’s swelling knot past her entrance. When it locked, she howled, body convulsing in orgasm. Lucien groaned into the pussy still smothering his face, his own knot swelling fully inside the tight heat.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

The others came closer, cocks out now, stroking themselves to the show. “Ride him, slut,” someone growled from behind. I did, unzipping the beard guy's pants, his hard shaft springing free….veiny, thick, pre-cum beading at the tip. I sank down, inch by inch, my walls stretching around him as I bounced, tits spilling from the dress. He grabbed my hips, slamming up into me, grunting like an animal. “Tight little Santa whore.”

“And most people just skim between the sex scenes, anyway, in these types of books.” Gregory laughed, losing his breath. “Most people don’t have your absolute focus on sex, Vixen.” “Shame, that. If everyone focused on getting off, they wouldn’t get into all other sorts of strife,” she was teasing him. “Do you want me to tell you a real porn story, rather than one from a book?”