Novel & Cerita Forced Family Sex Stories

forced marriage mommy need to work hard chapter 16 [lip lock] Daniel Varghese despised Ryle for one reason: she was a girl, and he wished to have a grandson for carrying his family lineage. He hoped Eric Varghese would marry so he could have a grandson, but pushing Eric to marry was very tough work, and everyone in the Varghese family knew it. Eric's stepbrother, Alex, was an entirely different picture. He was a playboy who appeared with a different girl at parties daily, so he rarely visit home. Ryle was the sole reason he came home occasionally. She was the only person he actually loved, and after dinner, Alex told Aunt Jenny, "Auntie, I think Ryle went to the party with her friends."

⚠️ Trigger Warning This story contains explicit sexual content, including themes of forced feminization, BDSM, humiliation, sissification, pegging, cum play, and dominance/submission dynamics. It is intended strictly for mature audiences (18+). Reader discretion is advised. “I want you to remember this night for the rest of your life,” Sasha whispered, her voice like velvet over a blade. Julian didn’t get the chance to respond. The click of heels sounded behind him, then the door opened—and everything shifted.

The sound of flesh pounding and harsh moans filled the room as Toussaint didn’t hold back with his thrusts. Toussaint pulled out and dragged Jace towards the edge of the bed and raised his legs up in the air then hung them on his shoulders. He positioned himself once more and held his thighs in place by his hand, the second hand rested on Jace’s neck. The familiar thickness of Toussaint’s fat cock filled Jace’s boy pussy once more and he lost all sense of shame. Toussaint didn’t hold back either; going full beast mode as he filled Jace up, slamming in hard and fast with a constant momentum.

“Keep that pretty mouth busy for me so you don’t scream when you cum all over daddy’s cock.” He slammed harder into me, like it was going to be his last time having sex. I muffled against his fingers, begging him to slow down and fuck me senseless at the same time. He thrusts dug even deeper and all my eyes did was roll continuously to the back of head. My thighs trembled now, I felt the orgasm coiling low, hot and vicious in my belly. He felt it. Of course he did. “Close already?” he taunted, angling his thrusts upwards to hit that spot that made my eyes roll, over and over. “Go ahead, darling. Cum on daddy’s cock.”

Well, I would just tell him everything and have him leave me alone. “I'm addicted to s*x Ryan…” I said, my tone flat. “I know that.” he wouldn't let me finish and interrupted. Gosh. How do I add the fact that I loved different d!ck too? “And I like doing it with different men. I wouldn't stay faithful to you.” I finally added. He was quiet for some moments. Then sighed. “We can fix that too,” he said and my eyes fluttered at him. “I’ll give you every style you want me to Ella. Let's give it a try. You can't continue like this forever. Your addiction needs to be conquered. One day your mummy will find out about this life you're living and you wouldn't be proud of it.”

I rubbed her swollen clit in fast circles. “Look at you,” I taunted, voice husky. “Soaking wet because your cousin fucked your little brother. Does that turn you on, Lila? Knowing I rode Jeremy’s cock in your family basement?. I know you've done it with him before too” I guessed--She tries to deny it but her face betrays her "I know you... Lila" She whimpered and ground harder against my hand. “Shut up… fuck… keep talking.” I smiled wickedly and pushed two fingers deep inside her. “He was so eager. Came so fast the first time. Then I made him fuck my ass while I told him how much better it felt than anything his big sister could ever give him.”

Stephen Brock. The man continued spreading lies online almost daily. Interviews. Fake stories. Anonymous articles painting himself like the victim. At this point, it wasn’t even about heartbreak anymore. It was revenge. And honestly? I was tired of being quiet. One afternoon Amelia walked into Sebastian’s office holding a thick folder while looking unusually excited. “You’re going to love this.” Sebastian looked up from his laptop calmly. “What is it?” Amelia dropped the folder dramatically onto the desk. “Evidence.”

They entered his room after he opened the door to his room with a nod. "Why you didn't wake me up? You knew I had that strange condition in which I collapsed whenever you performed a strenuous workout. He laughed and gave her a hug. "I like it when you pass out and then see yourself naked," he replied. When they began to explore and advance their relationship, Hannah collapsed every time they engaged in heated sex, and when they sought medical attention, it was because her sensual part exerts too much climax. And Hannah knew he was not interested in mild sex. He always chooses the more difficult option. And he did it earlier to her in order to gain time for his meeting with Rye.

ISLA’S POV ‘Sex is overrated. Get fucked and see it’s nothing but pain and shame.’ Wren, my childhood’s bestie's voice bangs in my head, coupled with the memories of Arlo and me beneath the sheets, sweaty, panting. We just had our first real sex, except it felt boring… “Bonnie?” My father’s voice breaks through my thoughts, jerking me back to reality, and how I’m stupidly in front of sex toys!

I have always been able to trust Sammy. But how can I tell Sammy about how I am changing? How my interest in sex is pushing me beyond the normal limits that people have; how my Onlyfans account was veering further and further away from hers, which is strictly suggestive bathing suit pictures; how, when I masturbate now, which is currently about three times a day, all I can picture is my stepfather's face... my stepfather staring at me, his eyes glazing over with lust, as he cums? A wave of sadness washes over me. My stepfather, whom I love, and who now can't look at me because of the way I've been acting. The things I've done.