Novel & Cerita Forced Bi Sex Stories

Consensual sex He will rip her pussy apart mercilessly if she willingly posed those fucking picture and offered him in silver platter to have her which was only his right. "What do you mean you can't tell?? Aren't you a doctor??" his thundering voice echoed through the room making her jump as his predatory gaze set on her, giving shudder to her spine. "Sir, consensual sex is hard to define if it isn't violent but in forced sex internal tissue was damaged and inner walls are bruised which is not the case with mam. I think you should t….." her words died in her throat half way as her body fell back on the floor with a loud thud with her wide-open eyes and a bullet hole between her brows.

My sweat was falling to his chest, and he sucked my breast and played with it with his hot, wet tongue. His powerful arms grasp my hand hard to prevent me from fleeing, but I am so weary; how can I escape from him? Ultimately, he will tell everyone that he is my husband. When I told everyone that I was fucked against my consent, no one would believe my story because Sebastian was hot and handsome, as with his desirable smoking appearance, no one could resist him but me! I give up after every thrust he makes and allow him to do whatever he wants until I collapse on his arms and fall asleep.

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

☆ Explicit bodily fluids and functions: Large volumes of cum, multiple creampies, cum inflation, dripping, leaking, spitting, snowballing, rimming, golden showers (watersports), scat play (in some stories), menstruation sex, lactation, squirting in abundance, and every possible combination of bodily fluids. ☆ Diverse and intense character dynamics: Extremely detailed descriptions of bodies (huge breasts, massive cocks, exaggerated proportions, hyper-sexualized features), interracial sex, same-sex encounters, bisexual/polysexual activity, trans characters, and multi-partner scenes with no limits on number or configuration. ☆ Potential emotional and psychological triggers: Intense emotional ma

The sound of his skin slapping against mine was music to my ears. I was a wreck under him. I wanted to be used, to be broken open by his strength. I shifted, begging him for more, my voice a slurry of curses and pleas. He flipped me onto my back, pulling my legs up until my knees were pinned against my chest and he dove back in. The change in angle hit my prostate with every stroke, sending jolts of pleasure through my limbs until I was shaking.

Although it felt disgusting Lisa had no other choice. Fred squeezed her breasts hard enough that it hurt Lisa and she begged him to be gentler. Then, a few moments later Fred put his big dick into Lisa's vagina in just one stroke and moved it quickly so that the bed moved in rhythm with the movement of Fred's body on top of Lisa's body. "Ahh," Fred moaned as he continued to move his dick back and forth from Lisa's vagina and occasionally closed his eyes feeling the pleasures of heaven. Lisa couldn't deny that forced sexual intercourse can indeed provoke her desire and make her fly as if she was taken to the seventh heaven. She felt guilty, but her body couldn't lie. And Fred knew it.

“You want me to fuck you with this little toy instead of my cock? Is that what your deceptive little pussy wants?” “No!” she cried out. “I want your cock! Simon, please, I need your cock!” He shoved the vibrator back in, harder this time, burying it to the hilt. The vibrations became a deep, internal thrum, lighting up every nerve. “Too bad,” he growled. He began to fuck her with it, short, punishing thrusts that made the bedframe creak. “My cock isn’t for lying sluts who haven’t been properly broken in yet. You get the toy. You get to beg for the real thing.”

I cried, feeling every sensation, "don’t stop!” Liam moved to Thea, spreading her legs. “My turn with you,” he said, sliding into her pussy in awkward position that he made work. “Fuck, you’re wet.” Thea moaned, her tongue still working me. Nate pulled Sophie off Adam, bending her over the bench, thrusting into her from behind as she screamed, gripping the bench. I was close, Jon’s cock and Thea’s tongue pushing me to the edge. “I’m gonna come!” I screamed, clenching around Jon, my body shaking.

She reached down to the garter belt, slid a gloved finger into Fabienne’s groin and pushed the lace triangle covering her sex aside. Taking hold of Fabienne’s pubis she tugged at the dark fleece, claiming the tight little plum with a force that bordered on cruelty. Fabienne whimpered and almost cried out. Ah, how she loved this game, this sexual sparring, this exchange of energies. It was something she had neverbefore found with a woman. And with many men, the dominance was too crude, too pure.

“The abuse stories. The missing girls from the Boston church. The rumors of payoffs, of girls who vanished after private ‘counseling.’ I thought you were—” He cut me off with a kiss, mouth bruising, and tongue claiming, tasting of smoke and holy bread. His hand replaced mine, two fingers curling inside me, thumb on my clit, and relentless, perfect. I came hard, knees buckling, and his arm the only thing keeping me upright, my release flooding his fingers, dripping down my thighs, and pooling on the stone. The cameras caught every shudder, every tear, and every drop. He pulled back, lips wet with me, eyes glowing in the candlelight.