Elenas Caprice Porn Novels & Stories

I sucked in a breath before letting it out a long and soft moan as I felt his tip piercing slowly into my wet cunt. “Ahhh…your cock is amazing…it’s so big…” I moaned in compliment. Sean chuckled as his large hands grabbed the side of my hips. Suddenly, Sean thrusted his hips upwards while his hands pulled my hips down sharply. I screamed loudly when his cock suddenly screwed itself into my hole. He was already in so deep with one single thrust. “Sean…oh…it’s so deep…” I managed to say in between my wild moans and panting. “Ride my cock, Elena. Show me how wild you can be…” Sean demanded lustily.

"Um, sorry to barge in. The name's Lane Parker." I swallowed hard. Lane Parker? The porn star from out West? The porn star that got Drake drunk? "H-hi," I stuttered as my gaze moved to the woman standing just behind him. She was an older lady, but still as gorgeous as ever. Her long blonde hair reached her hips that were perfectly shaped like an hourglass. I noticed that she was skin and bones with the most voluptuous breasts I had ever seen. They were totally fake. Her gaze studied me just as much as I studied her. Who the hell was this too? My head wasn't in the right space to deal with more shit today.

She followed the sound to an open bedroom door and stopped dead in her tracks. Mr. Lorenzo was sitting on the edge of his bed, completely naked. His muscular body was tense with pleasure. One strong hand was wrapped around his thick, hard cock, stroking it slowly. His eyes were glued to his phone. On the screen, Elena recognized one of the videos she had posted on I*******m last month—her in a tight top, dancing playfully at a friend’s party, her breasts bouncing with every move. He was jerking off to her.

He smiled, then lifted my chin with the knife to meet his gaze, “Casio Capone.” My eyes widened, then he continued, “You didn’t know, did you? Ha! Fucking hell. Either you are dumb, or he is just damn smart enough to keep it a secret. But unfortunately, he wasn’t smart enough to keep you a secret.” He grabbed my chin again, then leaning in, his lips hovering over mine, “And you were dumb enough to let him into your life, to let him touch you, even kiss you.” He released his grip harshly.

girlfriend, he wanted her to cry, to suffer, to beg for his pardon, to admit that she did it wrong to push him away. “Now she must have learned who her real master is.” Elena bet Cory and Lennie must have been laughing and mocking her right now upstairs. It seemed like the offer to have her as their “third” party was now off the table. Elena suddenly had this horrible guess that Cory might not want her permission anymore. If he could hurt her, make her cry, and beg every time he had sex with others, he would possess the most efficient weapon to tame and manipulate her. She would never be able to walk away because of the pain. And she would be doomed to be his compliant sex toy.

On the screen, a muscular top was destroying a younger guy’s ass in a brutal doggy-style, the bottom moaning like a cheap slut, begging to be fucked to stupor. Elena was whispering along with him, “Fuck me harder, fuck my hole,” her fingers plunging in and out in perfect rhythm. She came so hard she didn’t even notice me standing in the doorway at first. The second time was even something else. She was on the living room couch, skirt around her waist, no panties, one leg hooked over the armrest. Two hung studs were spit-roasting a eager bottom on our TV — one thick cock slamming down his throat, the other pounding his ass raw.

The group egged her on—Theresa and Lucia sucking her nipples, Maria fingering her from behind. Elena's climax was violent; she squirted in pulses, each jet hitting my tongue like a punishment. 'Take it, Father—swallow my sin!' she cried, flooding me until I coughed, cum and squirt mixing in my throat. The taste was overwhelming, a baptism in depravity.

Her hips bucked forward desperately, riding his hand, her creamy juices coating his fingers and dripping onto the counter. “You’re so fucking impatient,” Marcus growled against her skin, his thumb finding her swollen, protruding clit and rubbing slow, torturous circles. Elena’s moans grew louder, more desperate..high-pitched whimpers mixed with throaty gasps as her thighs trembled around his wrist.

Elena’s ass is bouncing right on Owen’s dick. Elena faces Owen as he grabs her by the neck. Owen licks her face and groans. “Work on that,Bambi” Owen says groaning. “Mmmh”, Elena murmurs inaudibly. Owen takes Elena’s breast into his mouth and sucks vigorously. Elena screams out. Her ass bounces in a circular motion on Owen’s dick. Owen continuously smacks her ass as she rides him like a horse. They moan out in unison.

She kept fingering herself slowly, moaning as Marcus stared at her. “I… I was dreaming about last night,” she admitted, her voice shaky. “About both of you using me…” Marcus smiled darkly. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick, hard cock. “Show me how you touched yourself thinking about it.” Elena spread her legs wider, showing him everything. She rubbed her clit in fast circles while sliding three fingers in and out of her soaked pussy. Her moans grew louder and needier. “Unnhh… Marcus… I can’t stop thinking about your cock… and Victor’s… filling me at the same time…”