Freaky Stories Novelas e Histórias

P.S: This isn't to trigger anyone. It's advised you skip this chapter. It contains rape fetish. Ana’s POV “Open your mouth.” His stern order is followed by a rough pull on my hair! I look from my ringing phone to the big black cock that now seems so familiar. Once, at work, I stumbled on a stranger using the bathroom. Everything was normal until I saw his length and size! It was the kind of cock that made a pretend decent girl lose her mask. And in my cubicle, I confessed to it.

“You still haven’t answered the question I asked.” Alex raised an eyebrow. “Which one?” “How are both of you related?” Then Freddy suddenly stepped in smoothly with a lazy smile resting proudly on his face. “Fairy tales,” he answered casually. I frowned slightly. “What?” He shrugged shamelessly. “Betrayal, blood, fake brotherhood, bullets, revenge… you know, the usual romantic family story.” Alex rolled his eyes tiredly. “You truly enjoy sounding insane.” “I am insane,” Freddy replied proudly. “That’s why I’m surviving.”

I wanted to be like the women I found in the stories in the back. Women that had unforgettable sex, a lot more interesting than my own awkward and unsatisfying sex life at the time. The story that really stood out centered around a woman who went camping with her husband. They couple made a few friends and one thing led to another and five men fucked her and filled her with cum. The next encounter came in the form of p**n video one of my immature guy friends put on at a party. From the woman’s bleached blonde hair to her giant fake tits, everything about it fell into the category of fake.

fuck. I collapsed, gasping for air, my face smeared with cum and my pussy overflowing. I lay there, shivering and broken, but as I looked up, I saw the remaining students stepping forward. They weren't tired. They were just getting warmed up. The tension in the room hadn't broken; it had only intensified. I was a ruined, dripping mess, and I knew that the next few hours were going to be an endless cycle of submission and pleasure.

The talk is filthy—the kind of things I’d never admit to liking. “Look at this little slut. She’s literally overflowing.” “Fucking fill her up. Every inch.” By the time the moon begins to pale, I’ve lost count. My body is a wreck coated in a map of white, my thighs shaking, my throat raw from screaming. The demon finally retreats as the first sliver of dawn touches the horizon.

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

It infuriated Cassy more—with the night that’s the homecoming of the ghosts and horrors. A wicked laugh itched to be out, instead, she scrutinized the height. The distance between her and the ground did not harrow her. It amazed her at how different she’s lurking around where the normal people might not even stare without a wave of nausea washing over them. An urge to smoke-filled her; she fetched a pack from the inside pocket of her dark blue jacket; ignited the flame, mumbling, “Every legendary story is a pent-up frustration of human beings to invoke fear in the minds of those whom they hate. Several against one or one against many.”

“They wanted to impregnate us while we had our wolves. To experiment with our bodies during pregnancy. See what the fetus can survive.” “Those sick fucks.” Paulette’s father growled, grabbing hold of his daughter. Promising to never let her out of his sight. I agree with him. Those sickos would experiment on the unborn. Paulette pushed him away so she could write on her pad. “That was why they put up with Rhea’s antics. She was the oldest girl.” Her dad read the message this time. “What about Rhea? What happened?” Mom asked. Paulette wrote, “Rhea got strange about a week ago. At night in her dreams, she started talking to someone.”

This little man couldn’t cover me in filth like the previous 7 inch cock, and I can’t help but beg for them to please, please destroy my body; to use me the way they would a streetwalker, a WHORE! As the shorter man’s small cock is trying its hardest to make its way down my throat, barely reaching my tonsils, it looks as if the other four are ready for me now. One is walking over with the mesmerizing black horse hair flogger, the handle bound in a perfect wrapping of red and black leather while the second man grabs a scary pair of stainless-steel butterfly nipple clamps. The third has nothing but his beautifully, but only semi-hard 9-inch black cock. The fourth seems to be holding back, simp

I wasn't a vanilla, but there were things I'd not tried because my husband wasn't so interested with the freaky stuff. "Yes Stella. Never tried this before?" He asked. His finger slid out a little before slamming back into me. "Want me to stop?" I was torn, this might be my only chance to try all the freaky stuff before going back to my normal life, my normal husband. "Go slow" I said instead. "This is new" "That's my good girl" he pumped his finger slowly, in and out. When the weirdness had fizzled out, I realized how horny this made me. My fingers found my clit and I played with myself while he fingered my ass.