Drunk Sex Stories Novels & Stories

The house finally went quiet. I let out a long breath and stretched, my tight little tank top riding up over my flat stomach. Nineteen years old and still stuck under his roof like a prisoner. No friends, no dates, no freedom. If he ever found my secret account… yeah, I’d be dead. But that risk made it hotter. The secrecy. The thrill of thousands of men paying to see what he had never let me show. I scrolled through my DMs for a minute, biting my lip at the usual flood of horny messages. Then I set my phone aside and slipped a hand under my shorts, tracing lazy circles over my clit. I was already wet. That comment had done its job.

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

I started sucking faster and harder, as I could feel myself getting ready to cum on my brothers cock and in Abigail's face. Katrina dropped her hands down and gave my nipples a hard twist, and I came for the sixth time that night and second time in fifteen minutes. I arched my back and screamed into Katrina's pussy. As I did it sent Katrina off as well; her thighs clamped down around my head and she started sliding back and forth riding my face. As I screamed into her pussy, Katrina screamed into the air. I went limp on the altar dropping my hands from Katrina's tits. My face was being smothered by Katrina's pussy and I felt as if I was going to pass out from cumming so hard so often, the wo

The room filled with the symphony of their use: the wet slap of skin, the guttural male grunts, the choked, desperate sounds she made around the cock in her mouth. “You like being our communal fleshlight, don’t you?” Sam’s voice came from beside her ear, calm and darkly amused. His smooth hand stroked her sweat-slicked side. “You love knowing any one of these guys can pump a load into any hole they want. That you’re just a set of free-use holes now.”

CONTENT: Revenge sex, wet pussy, sex toys, multiple orgasm, gangbang, multiple dick. CHAPTER 1 Jillian felt a wave of nervousness as she approached the door of the nightclub. It was finally time to fulfill her biggest fantasy, and one that would make her now ex-boyfriend explode with jealousy.

Drunk on power, Eden lost himself in the moments, allowing his cunning instincts to guide his actions. Their lips met, a fervent collision of desire and need. The room faded away, leaving only the intoxicating scent of alcohol mingling with passion. Lost in their own world, they didn't notice curious eyes that observed their every move, nor the whispers of gossip that began to spread like wildfire. Eden, fueled by his insatiable appetite, led the woman to a private room concealed in the depths of the bar. Behind closed doors, their connection intensified, bodies entangling in the heat of the moment. The air was thick with electric tension, promises made too easily forgotten.

Trigger warning: Stage Rape content. Please, if you're too sensitive to noncon-con, or it's not your fetish, I'd suggest you jump to the next story. This is brutally unapologetic. Much love from my end 💖 Theme: Rape fetish, magic, freeze and fuck, bestie fantasy, multiple orgasm, masturbation... AMAYA.

My face burns, but Emily only grins wider, like embarrassment is the point. We laughed. “Or you get drunk and climb into some hot guy’s car by mistake, thinking it’s your Uber…” Sonia cut in, already halfway through her drink. “And out of kindness, he takes you home. Then boom—you bang. Drunk sex is the best! Whooo!” If Sonia didn’t have a different last name, I’d swear she and Emily were sisters. Their wildness is always dialed up to cloud nine. Me? I’m just the odd one out.

The silence that followed was comfortable, broken only by the rain against the glass and the hum of the refrigerator. I reached for the alcohol on the table, not even bothering to give a glance at the wine closet that sat beside me. The alcohol seemed to have a direct effect on me; it turned me on. I hadn't been laid in for about two months, and the frustration was building up inside me, a hot, coiling knot. The room felt silent, except for the rain falling outside, which amplified my sense of isolation and longing. "Are you serious about what you just said?" Divine asked, his eyes popping out in shock. "You mean to tell me a whole two months you haven't been fucked up?"

The two men stood over me, breathing hard as they admired the obscene sight of me kneeling there covered in their load. We eventually collapsed together on the large rug in a sweaty, sticky, exhausted tangle of wasted bodies. The storm still howled violently outside the beach house, but inside the candlelit room the only sounds were our ragged breathing and the occasional soft, satisfied moan. After only a short rest, during which they gently stroked my skin and whispered more dirty promises, the hunger came roaring back to life even stronger than before. They took turns devouring my sore pussy and ass with their mouths and fingers, forcing two more explosive squirting orgasms from my exhaus