Elena Vonn Sex Novels & Stories

Then she slid her skirt and panties down her long legs, stepping out of them until she was completely naked except for her heels. Elena turned toward Mr. Voss and started touching herself shamelessly. She cupped her breasts, squeezing them and rubbing them together while pinching her nipples. “Ahh… yes…” One hand slid down her flat stomach to her shaved pussy. She spread her lips with two fingers, showing how wet she already was, then pushed two fingers deep inside herself, fingering her cunt with slow, deliberate strokes. “Oh fuck… I’m so wet, Sir… mmmhh!” She rubbed her breasts together again, moaning louder as she twisted her nipples. “Ahhh… look how hard they are for you…”

Elena I never thought my body would betray me like this. My name is Elena Voss, twenty-four years old, and for the past six months, I’ve been living in hell. A rare neurological condition the specialists couldn’t name, let alone treat. It started as waves of heat rolling through my core at the worst possible moments—during meetings, while driving, even in the middle of grocery shopping. Now it was constant. An unrelenting, throbbing ache between my thighs that made my clit swell and my pussy drip with need until I couldn’t think straight. My nipples stayed hard, rubbing painfully against every fabric. My voluptuous breasts felt heavier, more sensitive, begging to be touched.

“And the scandals are plenty. Videos of you two fucking like animals. Proof of the murders.” Elena stood between us, dressed in a tight black dress that screamed sex. “Then let’s make a deal. In private.” What followed was pure darkness. In the master bedroom, with guards outside, we negotiated with our bodies. Elena dropped to her knees, servicing both of us. Damien and I took turns in her mouth. Then on the bed. I took her pussy while Damien used her ass. Double penetration, real this time. Her body stretched around two thick cocks. She wailed in overwhelmed ecstasy, squirting endlessly as we alternated holes and rhythms.

The bedroom was dark. Only the bright light from a large tablet screen lit up Elena’s face. On the screen was a picture of Mike Hermes Vance, the world's biggest movie star. He had sharp eyes, a hard jawline, and a body that looked like it was carved out of marble. Elena stared at the picture. Her breath was already shallow. She lay flat on her back, her legs spread wide on her silk sheets. She was completely naked. The cool air from the fan blew over her skin, making her shiver.

After having an explosive orgasm into one of his discarded sweat socks, Elias saw that Selena had moved on and was now Googling sites which had free sex pictures for viewing. Many of the photos showed women, in various states of bondage, being clamped, whipped, spanked, or cum on. Other pictures showed women on their knees gagging on massive cocks, which filled their mouths and throats, all eventually getting cum facials. Yet others had women getting gang banged by numerous men, filling all of their orifices at once. Elias was floored. He had never expected this!!! On a whim, Elias grabbed the phone and dialed Selena's number, hoping to catch her in an awkward moment. "Hello."

Valeria’s breath hitched, eyes going wide. “Tell me you want it,” Elena said, voice dangerous. Valeria licked her lips. “Do it.” Elena pushed slowly, watching the thick glass stretch her open, watching Valeria’s face contort with pleasure-pain. When it was seated deep, she twisted, fucked her with it in short, deliberate thrusts while her thumb circled Valeria’s clit. Valeria’s hands scrabbled at the velvet, mouth open on silent screams. Elena leaned down, bit her nipple hard, and increased the pace. The bottle glistened with Valeria’s arousal, sliding easier with every stroke.

Who knows,she might decide to record. For what exactly?. “If you're interested in sex videos,why not go to the sites and watch them comfortably?”. I kept my voice and devoid of any form of disrespect. “If I wanted to,I would have done that. But I'd rather wait for my mate to do it with me. We have done it before and it was so fun,why……..” “Enough, princess Elena”. Goddess knows I didn't when I commanded her to shut. “Okay ma. I will do as you wish”. She leaned into her chair and picked up the remote control from the desk before her.

The musky smell and slightly sweet taste of my own release filled my mouth and my senses as he continued to kiss me. I sighed as I relaxed and concentrated on enjoying his passionate and deep kiss. When he broke our kiss, my mind was in a daze once more. Adrian chuckled a little at the sight of my dreamy face as our lips parted. I opened my eyes to find his enchanting green eyes staring at me and I smiled sweetly at him. My name is Elena and at a young but no-longer-green age of 25, I’m a widow slash divorcee with three rich and famous contract husbands.

Mengele didn't get rid of almost every man on the island to practice her armor-piercing shit; she's definitely up to something, but what. *** ELENA *** "So, what made you do it?" "Do what?" I pretended not to know what he was talking about as he pulled out and rolled off of me to my side. I was sweaty and panting for my next breath, but I had never felt this good in my life. I don't know what it is, but for the first time, I felt free and without inhibitions; all barriers were down between us, and it had made the sex freaking phenomenal.

The light from her laptop spilled across the carpet like a guilty little runway. I should’ve kept walking. Should’ve cleared my throat loud enough for her to slam the lid shut. Instead I edged closer, silent as a fucking ghost, and really looked at her. Elena Voss is twenty-eight. She's a billion-dollar baby who’d inherited the company when her father dropped dead on a yacht in Monaco. She had legs for days which she crossed at the ankle, one stiletto dangling off her toes. Silk blouse unbuttoned just enough that I could see the black lace edge of her bra.