Forced Nudity Stories Novels & Stories

The way he had told me he wanted me to call him Daddy. I pushed my middle finger inside myself. I was so wet that it slid in easily. The heat and tightness made me moan again, longer this time. “Ahhhhh… yes…” I added a second finger and started fucking myself in slow deep strokes. My palm rubbed against my clit with every thrust. Wet sounds filled the quiet bedroom. I could hear how soaked I was every time my fingers moved. The scent of my own arousal rose between my legs. I thought about Victor pinning my wrists above my head. I thought about the silk scarf around my throat. I thought about his mouth on me while he kept me on the edge. My fingers moved faster. My hips rolled up to meet ever

"And my friends are here to breed your little ass, Jamie. You’ve been such a good little slut for me, I figured it was time you learned how to handle a real crowd." "No!" I gasped, shaking my head, even as my heart hammered with a dark, forbidden thrill. "I don't want it! Kade, please, tell them to leave!" "It doesn't matter what you want," Kade said, moving toward the window. The two men began stripping, their clothes hitting the floor in heavy piles. They were towering over me, their shadows swallowing my small frame. The bearded one, Brian, reached down and ripped my shorts the rest of the way off. He didn't hesitate…he delivered a stinging, heavy spank to my bare ass that made me cry out

Kane stood directly in front of her now, so close she could smell his clean, masculine scent. “Interesting,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “You wrote an entire pornographic fantasy about your professor. And then submitted it as coursework.” “I didn’t mean to,” she whispered, mortified. “It was a private document. I must have copied the wrong file.” Kane tilted her chin up with two fingers, forcing her to meet his intense gaze. “Do you touch yourself while writing these stories, Lila? Do you imagine my cock stretching that tight little college pussy while you finger yourself at night?”

Exquisitely drawn, not crude as such works often are. ‘Do you find them a turn on? Most people do, myself included,’ he said, then boxed her in between an angle of the wall and his broad shoulders, lowering his voice and adding, ‘I learned about sex through them. When I was a kid, I'd steal the keys, hide in the little room and wank my budding prick as I looked at them. My first come was over the one featuring the lady in the boudoir. I can even remember what it was called - Morning Toilette. I was frightened I'd stained it. with spunk, but I’d managed to catch most of it in my handkerchief.’

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there. Of course she didn't. Maureen could still refrain from acting like a bitch in front of a man who didn't know much about her. "It's not the scene you need to highlight, but the story pattern they use," Ben explained, "Almost all local eroticism stories have similar bed scenes." Maybe it's the similar reading material. Sometimes there are advertisements for fictional stories that can be read online if you use a free mobile app, and most of them have the same crotch story.

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

His hands flew to my hips, gripping tight enough to bruise. I rode him without mercy, short, grinding rolls that kept him deep, then longer strokes that dragged every inch. The wet sounds filled the office. My hands braced on his shoulders. His warning about the condom dissolved under the sensation; I felt the exact moment his control fractured, the way his head dropped forward and a low groan tore out of him. “Fuck…Mara…”

"Stepbrother? Oh, yeah, Collins mentioned that. But you guys aren't blood related or anything, right? I mean, no big deal if something happened. He's hot, and you two live together. Stuff like that happens in movies all the time." I swallowed hard, my throat dry, and I reached for a bottle of water on the table to buy time. As I leaned forward, I felt more of his cum shift inside me, leaking out slow, and my pussy clenched hard, sending a jolt of need through me. God, why did talking about him make me so wet? I hated how my body reacted, nipples tightening under the thin bikini top, visible now if she looked close. "Nah, nothing like that," I said, taking a sip. "He's just... Haiden. Always

The brunette kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring mine, while the redhead lifted my dress, her fingers tracing my thighs, slipping under my panties to rub my clit. “Oh fuck,” I moaned, legs parting, and the muscular woman joined, sucking my nipple through the fabric, her hands squeezing my breast. The blonde produced a sleek vibrator from a nearby table, turning it on low and pressing it against my clit, the hum sending jolts through me. The redhead’s fingers entered me, two at first, stretching my wet cunt, while the brunette kissed my neck, whispering, “Cum for us.” I rocked against the toy, the sensations overwhelming, and came hard, pussy clenching, juices coating their hands as I crie