Novel & Cerita Erotic Stories Swinger

THEMES: Hate- To- Lust, Rival coworkers, Drunken mindless fucking, Elevator sex, Company party aftermath, Subtle Power Struggle, Coercion. KINKS: Drunken orgasms, Hate fuck, Drunk fuck, Spiteful but willing female, Public sex, Risk thrill, Teasing and mild edging, Name calling, Soft fuck- To Rough fuck, Rough fuck- To Rutting, Hard fuck, Literal Rutting, Rough fuck, Mini Praise kink, Degradation, Hair pulling, Choking, Pussy eating, Multiple Orgasms

“I heard that Mr. and Mrs. Harrison are swingers.” “Swingers, as in…” “Yes! They like to hook up with other couples and have big orgies!” Another gasp echoed through the room. “How do you know this, Carrie?” a voice called out, to which Carrie’s cheeks tinged an even deeper shade of pink. I watched as she nervously stammered out an excuse, then finished the last of her wine in one big gulp and scurried out of the room for a refill, clearly guilty of partaking in these swinger orgies.

He smacked my ass, then lifted me up slowly until only the tip remained inside before dropping me back down. He kept doing it — lifting me and letting me fall. It felt like I was on an amusement ride, except on this ride my insides were getting rearranged every time I came down. He continued until that familiar burning sensation started building. I gripped onto his legs, leaning forward a little, and started fucking myself faster on his cock. Giving him a perfect view of my greedy pussy swallowing him. “Fuck, you’re close, huh?” He smacked my ass again. “Cum for me. Cream my cock.”

"I don't know what the fuck is happening right now, and my dick is wet and throbbing." "You'll have your fun, but I need you to hear me out." I look down and Cassidy is staring at my dick like a crazed mutt who just had her chew toy ripped away from her. My dick lurches at the sight. "Cassidy is yours to play with." "So, what, are we swingers now?" Loretta snorts. "No, I'm being a good wife." "You're not making any sense."

“Swallow, you disgusting toilet slut. And tell them why you’re here. Tell them what your boring husband would think if he saw his perfect little wife right now, tits covered in wax and cunt stretched around a stranger’s cock in front of the whole club.” I gulped down her spit and forced the words out between moans. “I’m here… because I’m a filthy… cheating… pain-whore… My husband thinks I’m asleep… but I’m getting my married cunt destroyed… in public… because I’m too weak and slutty to stay away… Please… please let your whore come…” The women cheered. One of the onlookers yelled, “Cover her in wax and make her fountain for us!” The older woman answered putting both candles at once. Hot wax r

he hissed, his hips twitching upward. I smiled wickedly and moved back up to kiss him again, but Viktor quickly flipped us so I was on my back once more. He began his own exploration with renewed hunger, licking down my neck, between my breasts, over my stomach, and finally, spreading my legs wide. His tongue traced long, wet stripes up my dripping pussy, tasting me thoroughly before focusing on my swollen clit. Intense pleasure shot through me, and I cried out, fingers tangling desperately in his hair as my hips bucked against his mouth.

Ruby's eyelashes flutter gently at him. "Ruby, I love you more than I can tell you. So, stop talking about separating." He kissed her. "Mmmph. Eric..." moaned Ruby. She spread her legs and wrapped it around him. Eric didn’t hear any more words from her, but moans of pleasure as he thrust into her. Ruby was grabbing onto the swing as he took her. Eric saw her fingertips gripping onto the strings. He thought of a kinky idea. He snapped his fingers and turned the swing into a big and large swinging bed.

She was a trembling mess. They changed positions again. Vincent moved the twins onto their backs side by side, right next to their mother. He spread their legs wide and took turns fucking them in the missionary position. He slid his massive cock into Sara now, pounding her deep and hard while Clara kissed her and played with her clit. Then he pulled out and thrust into Clara, even though she just came. Sara got off the bed and gripped the bedpost, then she winked at Vincent. He pulled out of Clara and thrust into Sara.

Well there was only two weeks left to enjoy her and I was doing that as much as I could. Not that I didn't actually enjoy the class itself as I had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what I was writing was dirty stories, or as the web sites called it; erotica. I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews.

"Get your heads in the game! If I see one more lazy pass, you can all spend the rest of the week running laps until you puke!" Sloane’s voice echoed through the Chicago Storm locker room like a gunshot. She paced the length of the tiled floor, her footsteps heavy and uneven. Every time she shifted her weight, she felt a sharp, lingering ache between her thighs. The memory of the concrete floor and Tatum’s rough fingers flashed through her mind, making her core tighten. She was still sore, her pussy feeling swollen and sensitive from the intensity of their encounter in the tunnel. The physical reminder of Tatum’s dominance was driving her into a frenzy of irritation.