Gerçek Sex Hikayeleri Novels & Stories

Kathy, a 51 year old housewife becomes a sugar baby. Enjoy.. ******** My name is Kathy. This series of stories focuses on my most recent experience in pushing the erotic envelope. They are inspired by real life experiences, but are still largely a product of my imagination. In other words I took literary license to deviate a bit from actual events. What is authentic is the fact that at middle age I entered into a sugar baby lifestyle. The feelings and emotions I experienced are very real, even if I have altered the characters a tad.

She was being used from both ends, her body shaking with the raw power of it. The sound of skin hitting skin was loud and messy in the quiet room. Her pussy gripped Jax tight, squeezing him with every deep thrust, while she sucked Marcus hard, her eyes rolling back in her head. Leo was right there too, his hands rubbing her clit and squeezing her bouncing breasts, making sure she was feeling everything. The heat was exploding inside her. Jax started to move even faster, his dick hitting the back of her pussy over and over until she couldn't take it. She felt her body snap, her pussy pulsing in hard waves as she had a massive climax. Jax roared and came deep inside her, his hot load filling h

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

You have to claim them. When he’d gone, because I wasn’t finished yet, I lay on the rumpled bed, and brought myself off with my fingers. I thought of how he’d behaved earlier, sadistic and cruel, reveling in my cries from the pinch of the clamps and the slam of his cock. Then I fell asleep for an hour or so. When I woke, my hair was in a crazy, damp tangle and my breasts were a mess of scratch marks and blotches. And he was probably eating wild turbot because he usually does when it’s on expenses at Saxby’s. I would too. The point I’m making: sex isn’t like it is in the movies; it isn’t even like porn. Sex isn’t like anything except itself.