Filthy Sex Stories Novels & Stories

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

I felt the urge to have sex all of a sudden and I was getting really hard. Who the fuck put a sex pill in my food? God damn it, I'm so fucking hard and it feels like my whole body is gonna explode. "Boss is anything the matter?" Penelope smiled walking into my office.Her skirt was shifted above her knees and her shirt was left half buttoned showing off her cleavages. It's obvious she put a sex pill in my food.Why do these girls like being bitches? "What the fuck are you doing here? Get out!"

“I’m worse. I’m a professor who fucks her student and begs for more. Such a desperate cock-hungry whore.” We kept kissing, hands roaming over each other’s wet skin, whispering more filthy words — how we loved being used, how our pussies dripped for our students and superiors, how we’d let them do anything. Ethan watched for a while, his cock hardening again. Then he suddenly stood up, water cascading down his body. He grabbed me by the hair, yanking my head back firmly. I gasped as he dragged me away from Sophia and pinned me against the tiled wall.

Turned into nothing but a set of three sloppy fuckholes for superior cocks and cunts. That’s why I signed up for the private studio. The website was hidden deep on the dark web, invitation-only for the most depraved. “Ultimate Flesh Factory – No Limits, No Safewords, Pure Corruption.” They filmed the filthiest scenes imaginable for an exclusive audience of billionaires who jerked off to real taboo destruction. I filled out the form with shaking fingers, listing every disgusting fantasy I had: incest roleplay, breeding, bukkake, choking, slapping, piss play, anal gaping, fisting, cum inflation. I ticked every box. When they replied confirming my slot for a six-person gangbang, I nearly came o

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

“It was made for your cock.” The pleasure built fast. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, chest to chest, cock buried deep. Kai suddenly flipped them, pinning Lucas beneath him without pulling out. He started pounding hard and deep, the bed creaking loudly under them. “Mine,” Kai growled, thrusting relentlessly. “This ass is mine.” Lucas wrapped his legs around Kai’s waist, pulling him deeper. “Then fuck me like it.” Kai did. He fucked him hard and fast, stroking Lucas’s cock at the same time. The room filled with the sound of skin slapping, moans, and dirty words. Lucas came first, shooting between them with a loud cry. His hole clenched tight around Kai.

NEW STORY TITLE: THE GIFT OF DICK AND PUSSY The following story will be told in multiple chapters. There's oodles and oodles of sex in it, even though it's not just a pure spank story. If lots of nasty sex isn't your thing, then why are you on this website? Weirdo.

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

All I could do was take it--his big cock stretching my already-wrecked hole, her wet heat grinding over my mouth and nose, the wet sounds of both of them using me filling the room. He came first this time, burying himself deep and flooding me again. I felt every hot pulse. When he pulled out, thick cum poured from my gaping pussy onto the sheets. Mrs. Carter immediately slid down, spread me open with both hands, and licked it up—tongue pushing inside me, cleaning her husband’s load out of the babysitter. The sight and the filthy wet sounds almost made me cum again on the spot. She sat up, lips shiny, and nodded at her husband. “Face.”

We had begged for this dirty secret, and now we were living it. Some days he would call us to his office between lectures. I’d drop to my knees while Brian bent over the desk, Garvin fucking the rugby captain’s tight ass hard and fast as I sucked Garvin’s balls from below. Other times he’d make me ride Brian’s cock on the floor while Garvin fucked my ass at the same time, turning me into a dripping, moaning mess between them. We learned every filthy style, me sucking both cocks until they painted my face, Brian getting fucked while he ate my pussy, Garvin using my throat while Brian pounded me from behind. The risk of getting caught only made us hornier.