Freaky Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Brook's pussy was dripping all over her searching fingers as she watched and listened to everything. "C'mon, Daddy," Janice cooed. "Tell me what you did to our baby girl. She deserves to be loved, too. Besides, if you tell me, I'll let you in on something I never told anyone." Brook's mind was spinning like mad as she waited to see how her parents' sex talk was going to go. She pulled harder on her nipples while she pushed a finger up inside her creaming pussy hole and watched her mother slide down just a couple of inches, making her father moan. Then, she practically held her breath with her finger sliding in and out of her slit while her father told Janice everything about what happened: t

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

Well, I can't fuck myself, someone has to do the fucking" I replied. He chuckled. I returned to his cock, sucking like a slut in heat. I made sexual sounds to excite him; years of watching p**n and reading erotic stories had taught me that men love hearing erotic moans from women, even if they are just for effect, not because my pussy is actually getting stimulated. The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days.

His thrusts were so hard and deep that they made my tits bounce, the sound of our flesh slapping filled the room and Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, his fingers toyed with my nipples, twisting and pinching them. His large hands came down as a hard slap and I bit the gag feeling myself getting wetter from the pain. He turned the vibrator back on and pressed it against my clit, switching the speed from fast to slow, teasing me mercilessly. “You’re such a dirty little slut, Maggie,” he growled, thrusting harder. “Begging a stranger for cock at a party. Now you’re getting exactly what you asked for. I’m going to fill this greedy pussy up. Breed you like the desperate whore you are.”

“Bent over and fucked like a common whore in the back room of my own club. Your tight little American cunt is still dripping my cum. Does the FBI teach their agents to come so hard around a bratva cock?” I opened my mouth to deny it, to salvage some shred of my cover, but the words died in my throat when he slid two thick fingers back between my legs and pushed them deep into my cum-filled pussy. He curled them slowly, stirring his seed inside me and making wet, squelching sounds that filled the quiet room. My hips jerked involuntarily, a broken moan escaping my lips as fresh sparks of pleasure shot through my oversensitive walls.

Trigger warning: Stage Rape content. Please, if you're too sensitive to noncon-con, or it's not your fetish, I'd suggest you jump to the next story. This is brutally unapologetic. Much love from my end 💖 Theme: Rape fetish, magic, freeze and fuck, bestie fantasy, multiple orgasm, masturbation... AMAYA.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

Right from they rape to now,I felt so good letting her share my secret. I’m so glad my step father can’t harm me from here. “That man is really wicked” “He’s worse than wicked” “Don’t think about it anymore.Remember the master is choosing a bed chamber maid tomorrow”she giggled. “What’s a bed chamber maid and what’s so special about it?” “Being a bed chamber maid,you get to serve the master on bed” “That’s crazy like have sex” “I wish it would be me.He’s so damn handsome” “You are just like your sister.Boy freak but I think she’s worse” “I’m not a boy freak” “You are”

This thing, whatever it was, felt good. *** On Thursday, I met Felix, who felt much too ordinary. We were both in the bookstore two blocks from my apartment. He was tall and had messy curls. He was reading something about modern demonology, muttering something under his breath as he flipped a page. I laughed. I just couldn’t help it. He looked up. I tilted my head curiously. “You don’t actually believe that stuff, do you?” I asked. He smirked, slow and lazyily. “What if I said yes?”

Sasha reached up and played with my nipples, pulling and slapping them lightly while Dominic spanked my ass and pulled my hair. “Take it, you dirty little planner,” Dominic growled. “This is what you wanted. Two cocks wrecking your holes while we call you our cumslut.” “Yes! Harder!” I begged. “Use me. Breed me. Fill me up.” The dirty words kept coming. They called me every filthy name and I loved every second. Sasha sucked hard on my nipples while Dominic fucked my ass deep. The pressure built again until I exploded in the strongest orgasm yet. My whole body shook violently between them as I squirted all over Sasha’s strap-on.