Novel & Cerita Good Smut Stories

*I command hoarsely, angling my hips to grind against your swollen clit with every thrust. *Sweat drips down my face and chest as I rut into you like a man possessed, chasing our rapidly approaching peaks. The wet, filthy sounds of our coupling echo obscenely in the small room, mingling with our grunts and cries of ecstasy.* Fuck, I'm close too! Gonna pump you so full of my seed, breed this fertile little cunt! *With a final, brutal thrust, I bury myself to the root inside you, my cock jerking and twitching as I explode.*

“Why are you lying? That’s not how it happened at all… You said I was the best… You said my pussy felt incredible…” He shrugged carelessly, still grinning that cruel, cocky smile, the cheerleader on his lap laughing hysterically along with everyone else. “Come on, Harper. Don’t be so fucking dramatic. We both know the truth. You were a terrible, boring lay. Dry, loose, smelly, and pathetic. I only fucked you because you begged so pathetically on your knees like a desperate little virgin slut. Consider it charity.” The laughter swelled to deafening levels. More objects were thrown—crumpled notes, an empty soda can that clattered near my feet. The chants grew louder and more vicious: “Fish Mar

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

His cock is thick, very veiny and leaking with precum, and I take it into my mouth like I’ve been starving, running my tongue over it as much as I could with it inside my mouth. But he doesn’t give me time to adjust, he grips my head with his hands and begins to thrust. He's slow for the first five seconds, then faster and harder, and I stay perfectly still on my knees taking it all like his good little bitch. Then I gag, and drool, and spit floods down my lips to my chin. “She’s perfect,” someone says. “She likes being humiliated,” another whispers. I do, and I love it. Gold Mask pulls out, and I gasp for breath, then he slaps his cock across my face.

"Fuck, I promise you're going to sit for breakfast with my cum dripping through your panties while I smile at your mom, thinking what I've done to her daughter without her knowing." "You're sick," I moaned, but I cum twice more before he even finished. He pulled out, and his cum pulled a rope across my stomach. He rubbed it with his palm, smearing it like he was drawing something. I lay there, coated in him, inside and out, watching him smear his cum on my skin until even my pussy clenched. "Let's quickly go and take a shower before our parents come down and find us like this," he said. "It'll be too bad if we get caught."

He didn't pick up his things, he just headed for his bathroom, the office had a bathroom, that's what mansions do, leaving me there, feeling like a used up slut. I was smiling, licking my fingers, and giggling as finally I tasted Daddy's cock, and it was just as I had imagined, but even better. Mom has to forgive me because now I won't be cumming to videos; I'll be cumming to his cock. *** •Author's Note• There's a full still ongoing book of Gerald and Zoe's story; it's titled ‘FUCK ME, DADDY’ erotica but with a thicker plot. You can add it up and follow their story. Oh, and vote, my people. Vote!

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

My stomach flipped. “Holy shit, Caleb…” I whispered. He stirred behind me, voice rough with sleep. “What?” “We made eight hundred and forty dollars overnight. Just from the two videos. The comments are insane.” He sat up quickly, sheets pooling around his hips, cock half-hard against his thigh. I turned the screen toward him. Top comment: “Finally some real step-sibling content that doesn’t look fake. Need Part 3 ASAP.” Another: “The way she moaned ‘stepbrother’ when she came… I’m ruined.”

A pair of golden colored eyes peered through the smoke, gleaming dangerously at those that gazed at the cover. It was a book filled with enough filth that it’ll make the raunchiest whore flush. A tantalizing tale of a beast for a man, living deep in the wilderness with his lover. As he love to cherish his wife, gifting her with the rare treasures he finds on his daily hunt, he’s addicted to fucking her. Page after page of the raunchiest smut, detailed enough that it felt as if I was on the receiving end of his heavy thrust. God, I was horny.