Filthy Mature Novels & Stories

The filthy reality of the situation made everything hotter. “That is exactly what you are, baby—a dirty cheating Hollywood slut who sneaked out on her perfect fiancé just to get her brains fucked out by a regular guy. I love how your married pussy is creaming all over me again. Tell me you want me to fill you up one more time before you go back to him and pretend nothing happened.” She leaned down and kissed me messily while riding me faster, her voice breaking into desperate moans.

“Marcus—Lucas—Damien! I’m yours oh God, right there” His pace turned filthy. “You like me rough? Like me owning this tight cunt while I finger your pretty little clit? Because I’m going to ruin you for anyone else down here.” He slapped my ass again, hard, the sting mixing with the deep, relentless fucking. “Come on my cock, Ava. Soak me.” The orgasm hit me like lightning. I clenched around him, thighs shaking, a broken cry tearing from my lips as pleasure crashed over me in waves. Damien didn’t stop. He fucked me through it, longer, harder, until I was a trembling mess against the wall.

“I can feel every inch of you.” He groaned in approval and angled his hips, hitting that perfect spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. Sweat slicked our skin. My breasts bounced with every powerful thrust. He leaned down, sucking hard on one nipple then the other while pounding into me without mercy. “You take my cock so well even when you’re sore and dripping with my cum,” he rasped. “Such a good little slut for me. Only for me.” His filthy words pushed me right to the edge. I clenched around him, crying out as another intense orgasm built rapidly.

I groaned. He moved his finger in and out, curling it hard. Faster, and even faster as he continued, then he sent another finger. Using his thumb to circle my clit as his fingers curled inside my pussy. I felt pleasured, now I only wanted to get smashed nothing mattered anymore. I was rocking my waist as he finger-fucked me, he sent his finger in and out pussy curling it hard till I cummed on his finger. “Oh fuck, this maid is a loosed tap” he said sleazily. “I am about to have a taste of you myself”

Sophia fucked me with the strap-on while Ava sat on my face and Mia played with my nipples. The room filled with the constant wet sounds of pussies being licked and fucked, the creaking bed, and loud, shameless moans. “Such a good little slut,” Ava praised as she watched Sophia pound me. “Taking everything we give you.” I came so many times I lost count, body shaking, voice hoarse. They finally let me rest, but only to turn on each other. I watched them in a tangle — Ava riding Sophia’s face while Mia fucked Ava with a strap-on. The sounds were obscene and beautiful.

Talking to his cock like it was a separate asshole who wouldn’t behave. He spat into his palm again—thick, messy glob that landed with a wet smack—then smeared it down his length. Mixed with the drying cum already there, turned everything slippery and obscene. The sound was louder now: slick, filthy schlick-schlick every time his fist moved. He spread his legs wider, knees falling open shamelessly, one foot hooked over the edge of the mattress. Gave himself full access.

"Suck." Obediently, Emma parted her lips and let him push his fingers into her mouth. She could taste herself on his skin - musky and sweet - and it only added to her arousal. "That's it, clean them up like a good girl," Alexander instructed, watching her with heated eyes. Emma swirled her tongue around his fingers, lapping up every drop of her pu$$y juice. When he finally pulled them out, she let out a shaky breath. "Bend over the bed with your ass out," Alexander commanded, stepping back as he began to strip off his clothes. "I'm going to give you the reward you've earned for being obedient."

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.