Fictional Sex Stories Novels & Stories

She walked side by side with Bruno to the door. They got back into the house, and Bruno shut the door. He grabbed Vivian's waist with one hand and squeezed her ass with the other. "Naughty boy," Vivian chuckled. "Let's get naughty." Bruno lowered his lips onto Vivian's while he rubbed her ass. Vivian and Bruno had been secretly fucking for over a year. No one in the family had the slightest idea about their forbidden friends-with-benefits arrangement. It started the day Vivian walked in on Bruno showering and they had been unable to stop since then.

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

She screamed when she had the chance to go near me. I acted shocked, then laughed. “Oh yes, I am. If you want to find further details, go ask your boyfriend how his hard cock satisfied this pussy of a whore. That might help you to pleasure him more so he wouldn’t need to look for a new pussy to fill in with his cock.” Then I walked away. Our forbidden sex continued for the rest of the trip. There were times when we’d do it in the bathroom, on the outside, in the darkest area of the island, and more.

Darrell already left for work, we were all bored so we decided to swim. "Yeah and after that, we had sex" she giggled. "Woah so you guys are officially together?" "Yeah" "I can't seriously remember the last time, I had a good screw. About three months ago" Daniela said. "Three months? Don't tell me you?..." I trailed off raising my brows at her. "Of course, I had it with one of the male servants" she rolled her eyes. "Holly molly. You need to get laid sis. How about we hit the club tonight?" she giggled.

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

THEMES: Blackmail, Reluctance, Manipulative Coercion, Security room, Unconscious Cheating, Unintentional Cheating, Forced Subduing, Trickery, Harsh treatment, Belittling, Nonconsensual KINKS: Rough sex, Intense Spanking, Hair pulling, Forced Blowjob, Degradation, Dirty talk, Lewd dirty name calling LENA'S POV Barely holding back a sigh-------- for my own good-------- I nod, zoning out while she keeps talking and scolding myself some more for spreading my legs for that smug rival.

I ordered pizza for us and as they gamed, I fired up the laptop in my bedroom, curious to read the stories he'd been stroking to yesterday. As I read story after story, I was shocked both at the content of the stories and by what these stories were doing to me. My pussy was on fire, and my left hand slowly pleasured myself as I read each incestuous story. Some of the stories had dominant sons seducing their mothers, while others had powerful daughters dominating their mothers, while still others were more intimate and egalitarian in the sexual relationships between sons and mothers. I'd never even remotely considered my children in a sexual way, but yesterday's events of my son's masturbatio

She had nice tits and I told her that. “Thanks. You too.” She said with a wink and a smile. Inside was a fuck fest. Moans overlapped moans and the sound of bodies slamming into each other was like its own brand of music. I moved cautiously into the heart of the fucking. There were fluids everywhere. There were people trying styles I hadn’t even dreamed of. The whole place sizzled with so much sexual energy. It was impossible to think about anything else. I went deeper and saw a red door to the left. The real color of the door wasn’t red but someone had put a wallpaper there and I knew what it symbolized.

Forgot to give this friendly warning… This story contains: Gangbang, Anal, DP, TP, dirty language, and some others. Read at your own risk… . . Maddison stepped into her favorite underground sex club, hidden deep in the city’s seedy underbelly, and the second she crossed the threshold, the air hit her like a drug. It was the only air she’d ever truly breathed since she first started having sex. Inside, the energy was chaotic, every corner a fuck-fest begging to be joined, and her mouth watered, her body aching to dive in.

The rest of the week was torture. Every day I had to pretend everything was normal with Mark. I cooked dinner, smiled, let him kiss me and touch me. But every time he tried to have sex with me, I made excuses. I was “tired” or “not feeling well.” The truth was, I didn’t want him inside me. I only wanted them. I touched myself constantly when he wasn’t home. I would lie on our bed, legs spread, and fuck myself with my fingers or a toy while I thought about the four of them using me. Sometimes I would put my fingers in my ass and pretend it was Jake or Tyler again.