Dry Humping Stories Novels & Stories

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to break you like this.” He rocked against my face for what felt like forever, using me like a toy. My jaw ached. My knees hurt. My pussy was dripping down my thighs, empty and desperate. But he never pulled his cock out. Never let me taste him properly. Just this humiliating, intense dry-humping of my face while he whispered filth. “You’re going to sleep in my room tonight. Under my bed. Like the little pet you are.” I whimpered against his bulge. “Quiet. Unless you want them to hear what a cock-hungry whore their daughter is.”

“Feel that, Emma? Mommy’s pussy kissing yours. So fucking wet for each other.” “Yes… oh god, it feels amazing,” I moaned, grinding up against her harder. We tribbed frantically, pussies sliding and slapping together. I reached down and spread her lips wider so our clits could grind directly. Sarah did the same to me. The friction built quickly, pushing us both toward another peak. Jake couldn’t stay away any longer. He knelt beside us, stroking his thick cock as he watched. “My god… look at you two sluts rubbing pussies.”

The sounds were filthy: wet slapping, gagging, moaning, and their dirty talk. “Her husband is such a lucky man,” Kane laughed as he fucked me from behind. “Does he know his wife is such a eager cumdump?” They fucked me harder after that. Marcus eventually pulled me onto the couch, sat down, and made me ride him reverse cowgirl. While I bounced on his thick cock, Hargrove stepped forward and pushed his cock into my mouth again. Kane moved behind me, pressing his cock against my asshole. “No—” I tried to protest, but it was muffled by Hargrove’s cock.

He pounded my center, harder, faster and faster, like we were doing the real thing. The pleasure was mounting, sending me to the edge of Nirvana. The sensation was deliciously intense, mind blowing, making my body clench as I reached my climax. I never thought it was possible because we are not having penetrative sex at all. "I see, you are enjoying our dry humping, eh? It's so damn good, right?" he whispered in my ears, grinning victoriously as he enjoyed his climax too. "But the real thing is so much better," he added, his voice dripping with lust, hinting at his real intention.

Just as I was about to blow, Brian pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his huge, thick cock. He shoved it in in one long, agonizingly perfect slide. My eyes rolled back into my head, my mouth hanging open in a silent scream as he began to slam into me, his weight crushing me into the mattress. Kade watched, his hand moving faster on his own dick. He loved fucking my tight little asshole, but seeing me get claimed by his buddies…seeing me used and shared like a common whore…was clearly giving him a whole new level of sick satisfaction. The other guy, Ken, didn't want to wait his turn. He walked over to Kade’s chair and dropped to his knees. He began to suck Kade’s dick like a profes

Too dangerous for my heart. I leaned down on him, my breath ghosting over his lips like a little tease. I kissed him softly, a gentle exploration that quickly deepened into something more urgent. I began to move my hips instinctively against his dick, and I could feel the tension in his muscles as his arms tightened on my waist. He groaned deeply, the illicit sound echoing through the confined space of the car. His hands moved, tracing the curve of my spine, pulling me closer, and grinding me against him. We were dry humping now, the friction building with each movement of my hips on him and this felt so fucking good. I humped him hard till he spilled his seeds into his pants. He heaved

One finger, then two, curling, stretching him until Dryann’s moan bounced off the tiled walls. “Fuck, Dan… don’t stop,” he gasped, stroking his own cock in desperate rhythm. Dan shoved in a third finger, twisting deep. “You’re dripping for me,” he growled, pulling his hand back just long enough to spit between Dryann’s cheeks and push it in with his fingers again. “Fuck yes,” Dryann cried out, body jerking with every thrust of Dan’s hand. But he wanted more. He spun, grabbed Dan by the shoulders, and pushed him back against the side of the tub. “My turn.”

Raymond hissed, his hands fisting in my hair to steady my head while he positioned himself. He drove in with a single, powerful lunge. I let out a muffled scream against Richard’s cock, my body jerking forward from the force of the impact. Raymond filled me completely, his massive size stretching my pussy to the absolute limit. It was a sensory overload—Richard’s thickness filling my mouth and throat, while Raymond’s aggressive weight hammered into me from behind, his hips meeting mine with a jarring, rhythmic force.

He kissed her like a man possessed, deep, filthy strokes of his tongue while his hips rolled up to meet hers in a slow, devastating rhythm. The dry humping was torture in the best way. Every roll of her hips sent sparks through her clit. Sandro’s grip tightened, controlling the pace, slowing her when she tried to go faster. His mouth moved to her neck, sucking over the fresh mark, then lower to the swell of her breasts. “You’re so fucking wet,” he murmured, one hand slipping between them to press the fabric of her gown against her core. “Grinding on me like you’re starving for it. Good girl.”

He wailed, a continuous, broken sound as his prostate was hammered over and over. “You’re gonna cum,” I told him, my own release coiling tight in my gut. “You’re gonna cream your stomach without even touching your dick, you desperate slut.” The words tipped him over. His back arched violently off the couch, his ass clamping down on my cock in rhythmic, milking pulses. Strands of white shot from his dick, splattering across his shirt, his throat, his chin. He convulsed, his hole spasming around me, the wet, hot clenches pushing me to the edge.