Romans & histoires Hairy Sex Stories

Ryan groaned deep in his chest as his other hand pushed her legs apart as he groped for his c**k. Jessica fought with all her might but it was useless. Completely useless as he began rubbing her p***y with his bulging c**k before he quickly pushed inside of her. Her body jerked and spasmed as his c**k slipped inside of her so easily. She felt herself responding and Mr. Ryan looked down at her knowingly, a smile crossing his handsome face.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

Harper stands there in nothing but a short silk robe that hangs open, revealing her perky breasts and shaved pussy. She looks thoroughly fucked and satisfied from her night with Dennis. "Well, well. The new lovebirds are awake," she says with a wicked, knowing smile. "Did my pathetic little cuck fill Julia's greedy womb like I ordered?" "Yes, Madam," I answer, my face burning. Julia squeezes my cock tighter, pumping it slowly. "He did. Shot so much thick cum deep inside me I can still feel it leaking out. You were right about him, Harper. He has a decent dick for a worthless cuck."

The casual touches, the long stares when he came home sweaty from work I thought I’d hidden them better. “What were you watching exactly?” he pressed. “Tell me.” I swallowed hard. “Gay p**n. Older guy… taking control. Big cock. Making the younger one submit.” Max’s eyes darkened. I glanced down involuntarily and saw the thick outline of his cock straining against his jeans. He was hard. My own dick throbbed in response, pressing uncomfortably against my shorts. “Stand up,” he ordered. “Drop the shorts. Show me how you were touching yourself last night.”

His hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts, guiding my hips. “You’re beautiful like this,” he said. “Flushed and taking what you want.” I leaned down to kiss him. “I want you. All of you.” We went for another round like that, then switched so he was on top. He took his time, thrusting deep and steady. We whispered secrets, fears, hopes. How scared he was about his job. How I worried about graduating and leaving this place behind. The conversation made the sex feel bigger than just bodies. It felt real.

Her pussy was dripping wet. "My turn," she whispered to Clara. Clara got off Vincent's cock and Sara climbed onto his thigh. She sank down onto his cock in one smooth motion. A gasp escaped her lips as he filled her completely. “Oh fuck! I love it,” Sara cried out. She started riding her. Her full breasts bounced wildly with every movement. Vincent couldn’t take his eyes off them. He grabbed her waist, helping her bounce on his massive cock. Clara climbed onto Vincent’s face, lowering her soaked pussy onto his mouth. Vincent groaned loudly and immediately started licking and sucking her clit. His tongue plunged deep inside her.

“It's so soft and thick. I'm going to ruin it. I'll pull until you're bald, little one, and then I'm going to make you wear a wig so I can pull that off too.” His hips slammed forward as his hand twisted. Another clump of hair tore free, and I felt the sting of it, felt the warm trickle of something—blood, maybe, or just the raw sting of abused skin—running down my scalp. I was sobbing now, full-throated, ugly sobs that shook my whole body and made it difficult to breathe, but he didn't stop, didn't slow, didn't do anything but fuck me harder and pull my hair and whisper filth in my ear.

He was slender and his skin was super smooth - he only had body hair under his armpits and in his crotch. As soon as we started sixty-nining, he let a moan out. Was this his first time getting a blowjob, too? I easily deep-throated him for a few seconds before switching to licking and sucking on his hairy balls. I stupidly trying reaching his hole with my tongue without realising this was his first gay experience - he was startled and that almost broke the chemistry. I suggested having a shower together but he said no - I said sorry and he started sucking me again. Luckily he still looked really horny and after a couple of minutes of me gently face-fucking him as he was laying on the couch,

It seemed like I was already tired even though we haven’t started doing it yet. “Have you tried doing this kind of sex, hmm?” he asked, trying to remove my underwear without any sign of it. “What kind of sex? Sex in the car?” I thought I had offended the President because then he gripped my hair and pulled it towards him. “That wasn’t what I meant but now that you’ve said it, it is now part of my question then. I was actually referring to sex where someone could see us through with the risk of being caught.” I could hear his teeth gritting as he finally took out my underwear.

She raised her voice, sounding very angry and her thunderous voice echoed through the room. “Relax Stephanie, we had sex after you guys broke up and you moved on with your girlfriend.” “Oh wow.” “His dick wad good but he was still very naive and he was a slow sex partner.” She furrowed her eyebrows and got up to go to the kitchen. “Slow sex partner? What do you mean by that?” “I mean I like the rough, no pity sex that comes with the multiple orgasms and the ass slapping.” I said excitedly, my mind flash backing to all the p**n videos I have been watching.