Gay Pony Play Novels & Stories

Alexander pulled out and stood. Everyone moved as if he was the king, controlling his kingdom. Women on their hands and knees. Men behind them. The silver-haired man gripped the dark-haired woman’s hips and pushed back in. She dropped to her elbows and pushed back against him. They gays fucked their partner from behind. Lesbian rubbing their clits. Some lesbians used a waist dildo.

** ** Welcome to the Harrison Inc. Reunion! We brought together the main characters of Playboy Rehab and Two Can Play That Game for one last Q and A. Leslie Harrison and Sebastian Harrison nicely accepted our invitation, and after five years of living in Canada, have come out to Southern California to reunite with their friends and family. Unfortunately, Fiona, Isabella, Elizabeth and Darcy have decided to be exempt from this interview, but everyone else is gratefully present. They have all agreed to complete honesty, so no questions will be held back. Keep in mind these answers are not censored, so viewers discretion is advised.

My girlfriend said with more tears spilling from her eyes. I could feel it though. I could feel that I cannot survive this. I could feel death calling for me. I need to do it. I need to apologise. I breathed heavily and finally realized the glory the lord gave us free of charge. I could talk nonstop all day and scream, but at this moment, I was finding it hard to construct a few sentences. "I'm sorry, baby. I was a Playboy before I met you and never would... i thought I could be….. submissive to a woman like I was to you, but my greed never…...ends, even though I love you so much.

His dick is feeling deeper with each expert stroke - I can hear him panting and moaning he’s putting alot of effort into fucking me. Every now and again I’m told to inhale more poppers. I can’t help it but I’m quickly beginning to enjoy this experience . The truth is, they got me spot on, I was staring at them down in the bar - and once I’d worked out what was going on I was loving every second of being dominated and treated like the sissy slut I am - this is what I am, just a faggot to please real men, I wish one of the guys holding me down would fill my mouth up as well.

“Means no way in hell, I’m guessing?” “Exactly, good boy. So, some hard nos between Shadow and I are bestiality, pedo play, branding, cutting, injections, scarification, permanent markings except by agreement, choking, toilet play, animal play, catheter use, diaper use, gun play, infantilism, prostitution, anything illegal.” “Holy crap,” Raven stared at her. “Yeah, sign me up on all of that as no, hard no, absolutely f-king hell no.” “We also agree that including others is only done by prior agreement, and that no sexual activity is undertaken outside of those people agreed upon.”

It made him smile against the boy's skin. 'Not gay my ass. Even if you weren't at first, I've now become your gay awakening, Jung Hosun. I'll make you mine and only mine.' He thought and let his hands slide down to Hosun's round ass. He grabbed the boy and squeezed. "Ahh~" Hosun moaned lewdly and Yoonjin knew. The younger bucked his hips uncontrollably while he came like he hadn't in a long while. "Fuck!" he gasped, wetting his boxers and the inside of his leather pants. His cum soaked everything while he humped out his last strands of cum.

Hickeys bloomed dark on their necks, his marks. Anal play started slow—lube cold on his fingers, circling Sophia's ring. "Relax, baby." One finger in, slow pump. She gasped, ass clenching. "Daddy, it feels full." He added a second, scissoring gentle. Isabella watched, begging. "My turn." He switched, fingers deep in her ass, stretching wider. "Greedy hole. Take it." Moans filled the space, their pussies dripping untouched.

I gripped her hips, pulling her closer so my boner teased her ass cheeks. She groaned impatiently, outstretched one hand to seize me. I spanked her hard with a hiss. "Hands. Off." The order was well received. I lingered at her entrance, pretending to miss the mark each time. Soft, breathless pleas slipped from her lips. My fingers tightened around her hips, steadying her as I slowly slid in. Three minutes. That was all the time I had to make sure she wouldn't be walking out of here on her own.

His fingers caressed every inch of my bare waist, dipping lower than they should’ve, brushing my spine with maddening precision. “You’re trembling, what will happen tomorrow when I caress and_” he murmured. “You’re evil,” I whimpered, clutching his shirt. He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. “Evil? No!! But maybe a handsome devil. And tomorrow, I will be your devil husband who will keep you tied to me.” I felt that declaration in my bones. Finally, the dance was over, and I slipped out of his arms. And just when I thought the night couldn’t get more dangerous—we had a couple’s game organized by Gauravi, Tami, Saanjh, Ruhan,, and Sahaj.

Every person who had underestimated me. I smiled, a cold, dangerous smile. They won’t see me coming. And then my phone buzzed, an unknown number. “Tonight, the first move begins,” a text read. I looked up, heart racing. The city lights outside reflected in my window, painting streaks of red and gold. Adrian was right. This was war. And I was already in it. The thought made my pulse race, fear, excitement, and something else I didn’t dare name. I was no longer just Nora Vaughn, the obedient daughter. I was a player. And Adrian Cole… he was both my ally and my storm.