Harem Sex Stories 소설 & 이야기

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.

I braced myself on trembling arms, my heart hammering. He entered me in one brutal, hard thrust that stole my breath. “Yes,” I gasped. “God, yes—just like that.” He gripped my hips and pounded into me, the sound of us having sex filling the room. His cock hit deep, dragging moans from my throat with every stroke. “You like watching?” I panted. “You like making me jealous?” “I like seeing you this fucking wild,” he growled, spanking me hard. “You’re so wet, Zara. You were jealous because you need me.”

“I… I just meant… sometimes I want Father Julian alone. Just for one night, to feel him without sharing.” Hannah smiled, but it was a wicked smile. She pulled off the strap-on and pushed Rebecca down on her back on the table. “You want him all to yourself? Then you have to earn it.” Hannah climbed on top of Rebecca in a sixty-nine position. She lowered her wet pussy onto Rebecca’s mouth and buried her own face between Rebecca’s legs. Julian watched, stroking his cock. The two nuns licked each other like they were starving, loud, messy, tongues flicking clits and pushing inside holes.

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

And therein ceased all other outside thought. Harlan and I were new lovers living in a small town and with my old lover flying in from the Bay, it was clear we had to take advantage of this opportunity. It’s not every day that a femme like myself has the chance at such a hot threesome, given the size of our incredibly small queer community. So we had T.J. meet us out at a bar, and though there were few words between them other than the obligatory introductions, I could tell the night was going to smile upon us. The three of us made our way silently and swiftly over to my place where I led them each by the hand into my bedroom. It took no time at all for the ravaging to begin.

He had to grab her hips with his large hands to keep her in place. The sound of the raw sex filled the room—a loud, wet, slapping sound that echoed off the walls. Thud. Thud. Thud. The bed was creaking loudly. "Do you like this, Sarah? Do you like being taken like an animal?" Liam barked. "Yes! Fuck, yes! Don't stop!" Sarah screamed into the pillows. She was losing her mind. The erotica of the moment was too much. She felt like she was being hunted and caught over and over again. Liam was hitting her center with a relentless force. He was a big man, and he was using all his weight to push her down into the mattress.

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

Without a stable kingdom, it was hard to call it a harem, so I just met them and had sex with them as I liked. At the same time, it happened less between Hailey and I-as though she was fifty-six and possessing the perfect, sexually arousing body of a twenty-four year old, she had the same sex drive of an older woman, and could go for long without it, allowing me to engage in my infidelities as much as I wanted. It was one night that she came on strong upon me, trying hard to get sex from me while I refused, particularly hating her that night. After trying unsuccessfully to coerce me, she lay next to me and heaved a sigh.

Trigger warning: Stage Rape content. Please, if you're too sensitive to noncon-con, or it's not your fetish, I'd suggest you jump to the next story. This is brutally unapologetic. Much love from my end 💖 Theme: Rape fetish, magic, freeze and fuck, bestie fantasy, multiple orgasm, masturbation... AMAYA.

FIVE YEARS LATER The smell of sex mixing with the aphrodisiac candle was the loudest scent in the room before the moaning from three men and two women. I felt the men I pain to serve me, thrusting so deep from behind as I knelt between Gwen’s legs, playing with her clit as another man kissed her lips sloppily while being fucked like an animal from his ass. This was what every horny woman’s wish for sexmas, to have a harem full of handsome, gorgeous and sexily young bodies with a woman to balance the stress as you bath in young lustrous sperm and have your body ache and arch in pleasure and pain then rewarded with young beauty.