Novel & Cerita Gay Beastiality Stories

“Now ruin it.” He withdrew until just the tip remained, then slammed back in. A brutal, punishing thrust. Leila screamed, her nails digging into the leather. He set a relentless, rough pace, each drive a claim, each withdrawal a tease. The slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, a lewd percussion to their choked moans and filthy talk. “You like this?” he grunted, pistoning into her. “You like getting your ass fucked by a gay man?” “I love it!” she shrieked, pushing back against him. “Your cock is so deep! I can feel it in my guts!”

Antoh found this a topic that deserved further investigation. Videos of the births of the creatures conceived through bestiality were recorded and included in the video; as were births that were a result of insemination. By the time it was concluded, she was dizzy and nauseous, yet fearful of letting her insane boss know of it. Instead, she calmly followed him to the nursery where he proudly introduced her to his success stories. Although they all had the predominant genetics of a human, each also carried traits of his beastly parent.

His legs felt boneless, thighs slick with sweat and semen, and his slender cock lay soft and spent against his stomach, twitching occasionally as if still processing the overload. What the fuck just happened? Alex’s mind spun in frantic circles. He had come to the locker room for a quiet shower after swimming, not to be turned into a cum-dump for the campus star. Shame burned hot in his cheeks, mixing with the lingering high of multiple forced orgasms. He should leave. He should report it. He should never come back here again. But even as those thoughts screamed at him, a darker, quieter voice whispered beneath them: the memory of Jax’s thick cock pounding his prostate, the way his body had

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys. Unfiltered moans echoed off the walls. It was a complete sex den. "Welcome to the den of freedom," I said, trying to sound confident and smooth. "I found this place a few months ago when I needed an escape." I turned to look at Jay, expecting to see curiosity or excitement, but the words died in my throat. The warmth on his face was completely gone. His eyes were wide with pure horror, his lips parted as he took in the sight of two men on a table nearby.

“Please let me." "Beg better," he sneered. He reached around my body in order to stroke my cock once. And then, he stopped. "Please Sir! I am your slut. I will do anything if you just let me cum." He groaned and fucked my ass even harder with much zeal. "Cum then,” he groaned. “You should really cum on the sheets like a good boy." Those words drove me right over ethe edge. And the orgasm hit me like a wave—billows and billows.

A sexual object. “You know,” he said, his voice dropping even lower, his hand still gripping my ankle. “Your mother would be very interested to know about this. She thinks you’re her sweet, innocent little girl. Imagine her face if I told her I walked in on you masturbating to videos of men calling their daughters ‘sluts’ while they fucked them.” My blood ran cold. “Please,” I begged, tears welling in my eyes. “Don’t tell her. Please, Marcus. I’ll do anything.”

I was surprised but being bi and a lack of sex this year I asked if they need help I heard " oh shit" I was coming up the steps like I was going to kick them out. Poor guys looked scared but was so cute. I said again do they need any help? They was shocked and was hesitant to say yes as I was kneeling down next to them. The cutest one Liam pulled his pants all the the to his ankles as I totally went down on his cock. His bf joined In to kissing and sucking a strangers cock with a stranger. After making Liam cum it was my turn. All I can say having a bj at work with two fun gays is amazing!! Watching two strangers suck and play with my cock is fantastic. Cum swapping and kissing in work is ne

"Have you ever held or seen a man's erection? Ever given a handjob?" "Yes sir, my boyfriend would come over and make out on nights I was babysitting; he used to get so horny I would feel sorry for him and jack him off." In the hypnotic trance Rebecca had just admitted that she lied on the questionnaire when she denied ever having seen or held a man's cock.

I’d heard stories whispered among the servants back home—rumors of an underground den where music never stopped, where girls were paraded on their knees, collared, chained, forced to spread for men who had enough money to break them in half. Here, they weren’t daughters. They weren’t wolves. They weren’t human. They were sluts, whores, holes to be bought and ruined. And that’s what I was now. I could almost hear the girls before me being dragged, their screams swallowed up by the noise, their tears hidden under flashing lights. I could smell it too—sweat, liquor, sex, all mixing in the air. The scent of men who had already used their toys.