Good Smut Stories Novels & Stories

“How does it taste?” She laughed out and gave me a weird look, almost like she was ashamed. “C’mon baby, you do not have to be shy anymore around me. We are in this together now.” I said while patting her labia majora. She nodded and smiled and I rubbed her swollen clitoris. “It tastes like pussy and cream.” “Yes baby and it is all from you.” “Yeah, this was one of the best things ever.” “Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?”

The walked up to me,without hesitation two went on their knees and one stood ,and Jamie dropped his pants to the ground ,standing there ,with his dick erect,and leaking precum,they all stared at me hungrily,I smiled satisfactorily. Let’s just hope they are as nasty as I would like. Want me to lick up all of James pre-cum,mommy?" Sam ,innocently but like he had done that many times,like he enjoyed it,He slowly took off the plain, white briefs he wore, exposing a trimmed groin glistening with his own fluids.,his dick a bit smaller than his brothers but still as girthy. “ Do you want too..baby?” I asked in a hushed but sexy tone,his eyes glistening with lust.

After some weeks, he sent a private message. My stomach flipped. I heard horror stories pf guys asking for weird, dangerous stuff. But I was desperate, so I wrote back, He explained what he wanted calmly. He had a fetish for… his own cum. Not in a gross way, he said. He just like the idea of a woman using it, playing with it, and appreciated it. He wanted to send me samples, fresh ones, tested and safe. So I can film myself using them. He said he would pay alot. Like huge funds.

I asked, "Oh, so what is it then?" Trust me, I read just one paragraph when she sent me those kinds of stuff and it was full of..okay, I don't wanna think about it. Yuck! Roshini's eyes lit up as she answered, "Smut. We called it smut." She seemed to be drooling over the idea of reading it again. I was a hundred percent sure that as soon as she reached the room, she was going to change, eat, and then she would start reading her smut... yeah, smuts till late at night.

Damien hauled him up by the front of his hoodie and shoved him toward the bed. “Strip. Now.” Elias’s hands shook as he pulled off his hoodie and jeans. His body felt exposed under Damien’s hungry gaze, slim chest, narrow waist, the soft curve of his ass, his hard cock bobbing between his legs. Damien pushed him face-down onto the bed, yanking his hips up so his ass was presented. He spat on Elias’s hole and rubbed the head of his cock against it. “No condom,” Damien growled. “I’m going to fuck you raw. And when I cum inside you, you’re going to keep every drop.”

his breath was heavier “Like a slut” I felt myself get wetter as green eyes finished the words for him. They seem to notice the impact of that title on me, because the next instant Brown hair was right in my face. “Are you a slut?” I parted my lips yet the only sound that escaped were soft breaths. He nudged me, “Say it…” “I…” My chest was thumping hard, blood racing yet I couldn’t speak…maybe from excitement. Brown smirked, “Of course you’re a slut. Only a slut would agree to be locked up in a room with strange men, begging to me fucked senseless.”

“Good. Because I have not forgotten you either. Every time you clean this room, I find little traces of you. The way you fold the towels perfectly. The faint scent of your shampoo. I left those chocolates for you on purpose. Did you like them?” “I did,” I admitted, meeting his gaze. “They were the best I have ever tasted. Thank you. You did not have to do that.” “I wanted to. You work hard, Hazel. You deserve something sweet.” He stepped even closer, towering over me. “Tell me more about your studies. What is your favorite kind of forbidden story?” I shifted in the chair, suddenly very aware of how alone we were. “Ones where the powerful man notices the innocent girl. Where the attraction is

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

“Do not lie to me. You read more than one line. Your face is red, your nipples are hard against your sweater and you keep squeezing your thighs together like your little pussy is soaking wet from what I wrote about ruining a tight twenty year old cunt.” He leaned down closer, his breath brushing my ear. “Tell me the truth Riley. Did reading about me stretching her and filling her with cum make your pussy wet?” My heart slammed against my ribs. Fresh slickness coated my panties and my clit pulsed again at his blunt words. “Yes , Professor. It made me wet. I know that is messed up but I could not stop reading the part about gagging her and breeding her hit me hard.”