Freaky Sex Story Novels & Stories

"Like this?" When Casandra's long hair is neatly tied. Cassandra's smooth neck looks very sexy. Eric Adam Apple started to move irregularly. Something strange happened to Eric. "What perfume are you wearing?" Eric closed his eyes. Eric's handsome face looks masculine when asleep. "Mmm just a cheap imitation perfume." Cassandra misbehaved. Eric opened his eyes. "Your body smells so good." Tbc

He felt fast action was vital,so he tried to twist the cyclist's head back to it's proper position,BREAKING THE BIKER'S NECK! I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

Chapter 4: Claimed and Flooded The stairs creaked again. Jake was coming back down. My heart slammed against my ribs like it wanted to burst out of my chest. I was still bent over the couch with my ass up high, thighs trembling, and a thick river of Liam’s warm cum already leaking from my freshly fucked pussy. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air — sweat, pussy juice, and that unmistakable smell of fresh creampie.

“Someome is asking if you passed out after the sex scene because of the intensity.” I laughed again, this time harder than the last time. “Well, I did not pass out but my legs were wobbly for like three days. I was literally feeling hot pain whenever I peed and it was intense but the most important thing was that I derived maximum pleasure and I was able to entertain you all seated here.” I raised my hand to the crowd and they all chanted. “That is great to hear. What is your favourite sex style.” “Hmm, my answer to that has to be coapsed doggy.”

She cried out loud, grinding down even harder, juices smearing across Lena’s skin. The moment Dora broke, Lena followed. Her pussy clamped hard around Dora’s fingers, her body jerking violently as waves of heat surged through her. A scream tore from her throat, raw and messy, as she squirted over Dora’s hand, soaking the couch beneath them. The room filled with their cries, the slick sound of their pussies gushing, and the low growl of the masked man. “That’s it,” he hissed, stroking himself harder, his cock thick and ready.

The way she stressed the clear made me laugh a little and blush. She waved a hand and shook her head. “Well, we said it never happened. Just gas lighted ourselves into thinking we ended up naked but nothing happened.” This time, she legit laughed. “Then it happened again and we couldn’t even blame the drinks because we were cold stone sober. We just wanted to. Not like wanted, it was almost compelling. Crazy, right?” I nodded, not having any words to say. This is by the craziest story she has ever told me. And now, when I’m sitting, I’ll just randomly think, Jaiya had sex with Damien.

She said, “You know your brother thinks you’re gay? I laughed, “He didn’t think that when we were kids and he beat my skinny ass because he thought I was messing with one of his girlfriends!” “Your brother is a funny guy. You know, we ‘swing’ sometimes with other couples. These are usually like orgies, but Jim started getting jealous and would only let me get it on with women he was fucking or he would pick men and have me get on my knees and suck their cocks. I lost interest now, so it’s me and my vibrator.” She laughed heartily and swiped a hand across her crotch. Then she got dressed in her sweaters and coat and rushed out, yelling over her shoulder she needed to get her “brats.”

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

It's almost laughable, but I’m too busy stopping myself from sinking my cock into her. "He’s… my friend," she stammers." "Wrong answer," I say, landing two slaps on her ass. Kira squirms, her pussy dripping more juices down her thighs. She enjoys this a little too much, but the feeling of being on edge without an orgasm is driving her crazy. "I…" I interrupt her by plunging a finger inside her. She is sensitive, almost coming as soon as I start to move my finger. "Don’t you dare come without permission," I warn.

When I was eighteen, my brothers, the bosses of our mafia family, brought home an adopted sister. And so, naive as I was, I became the biggest nuisance in the family. When Vivian's dress was torn, they blamed me. When Vivian was frightened by the gang violence, they still blamed me. Later, our turf was attacked, and Vivian was kidnapped by our rivals. My brothers, who used to adore me, looked at me with desperate, tearful eyes and broke down. "Piper, we are begging you. Please take Vivian's place, okay?" I quietly looked up at them and softly said, "Okay." So, on that stormy night, I walked alone into the enemy camp and took the place of their beloved princess. As for me, I was thro