Female Smut Novels & Stories

I feel the raw, aching need between us. His pace quickens suddenly. His hands lift me up and then slam me down hard. The desk groans in protest beneath us. I scream as my body starts to shake. The pleasure explodes through me like a beautiful firework. He groans right after me. His cock twitches wildly. I feel him spill inside me. Hot cum floods my pussy in thick pulses. The warmth spreads everywhere and mixes with my own juices. That sensation triggers my final orgasm. It arrives as a stunning wave of pure bliss. My pussy milks him dry with rhythmic squeezes. We cling to each other desperately. Romance seals the moment forever. The smut we just shared stands as a testament to our unbreakabl

my d*ck seemed to ask confused when it felt the betrayed feeling of being left open when things were reaching D*ck Euphoria. “You naughty little vixen,” I spoke through gritted teeth when she climbed back on my chest and left my pulsing member behind. “Uh uh uh, if I were you, I would try to be a good boy,” Samantha teased. “Or else the punishment shall prolong till the next morning,” she purred before tearing away her insanely sexy lacy brassiere in a clean sweep to reveal every man’s perfect fantasy. “It is a pity that you would have to watch me pleasure myself without even getting to touch me,” she baited me and the metallic handcuffs around my hands almost broke apart.

The e-mail showed that Selena was Googling pornographic websites - specifically sites which catalogued and stored sex stories. As he checked the screenshots and the text which was being typed into the search bar, he found that she was looking for stories which dealt with S&M, dominance and submission, bondage and humiliation. The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later.

The skinny girls weren't prepared for this kind of conversation. Next to me, the woman who participated in my homemade and weird porn, still sucked Ramirez. The man was moaning now, and that was a cold water bath on my erection. I was a little disgusted, I can't lie. Every moan of the woman was muffled by the sound of suction and how wet things were. I kept staring at the ceiling of the bunk bed, looking for some crack or anything that would distract me from that situation. "What are your most particular perversions? " asked the woman.

Just when Samantha was about to climax for the second time, Tristan let go of his penis, leaving Samantha frustrated. "My Alpha, why?" she asked breathlessly. Tristan just smiled. She turned Samantha's body over, held her pelvis high and then spread her pussy. The distinctive scent of pussy wafted up as Tristan did so, the tiny hole in Samantha's vagina was exposed, and the juices inside oozed out like a clear slime which turned Tristan on even more. Tristan bit his lower lip as he watched the clear liquid ooze from Samantha's pussy hole. Without hesitation, he brought his face closer, licking the juice as he kissed Luna's pussy until Samantha spasmed and her sighs grew louder.

Not men. “I see.” I spill, my eyes darting back and forth on the stage and to the people getting individual services around me. “Ahhh, that’s perfect…” A woman squeals beside us and I throw my gaze in the direction of the sound and watch what is transpiring. Like I always say, Sex Dungeon is where people live their fantasies, what they can’t live out in the real world. Here you see people exhibiting different attitudes. Loving different things. The woman I’m looking at now is no different. From the looks of it, she loves ‘Cum play. The Male actor before her is ejaculating all over the woman’s face, making her squeal as he runs the jizz all over her face.

Chapter 000 To get a superpower, I joined the survival game. But a small system glitch changed my mission in the Soul Trial from the universal “Survival” to… “Slay Sitri”. Sitri is the great prince of hell who reigns over sixty legions of demons. And his specialty? He creates love between two souls from thin air. When I first met that devil, he smirked with those fox eyes, taking pride in holding the hearts of all mortals in his hand.

He leaned down, lips brushing my ear. "I've been reading a lot of adult books... Smut... my research tells me women love the things men do to them there. Can I try something out? I've been learning about how to pleasure you for so long. Reading helps me imagine you... p**n videos don't do that for me." What the hell were smut and p**n? I swallowed tightly, heart hammering, thighs pressing together uselessly around nothing. "Yes," I whispered, voice already wrecked. "Do whatever you want to me." My thighs trembled and parted invitingly. A dark, satisfied smile curved his lips.

I bit my lip, my thoughts spiraling, my body betraying me, rubbing hard on my clitoris. "Fuck you, mike..." I whispered, moaning out loud after squirting. I stood up, heading to clean myself up properly before slipping into a sexy gown. Just then, the door burst open. Of course, Susan. “Hey, bitchyyy!” she grinned. “Did you miss me?” I rolled my eyes but smiled, pulling her into a hug. “Obviously, yes, I missed you.” She pulled away, scrunching her nose. “Oh girl, please… something smells weird,” she said, walking toward my bed.

Her red sundress was cut low enough to show the curve of her breasts, and she'd put it on knowing exactly what she was doing. She'd presented that morning. Woken up with heat pooling low in her belly, her skin hypersensitive, and a scent blooming from her pores that she'd never smelled before. It was sweet and musky. She'd rushed to her bathroom, and stood in front of her mirror, watching her pupils dilate as the realisation hit. She was an omega, and that freaking excited her.