Heavy Metal Stories Novels & Stories

‎Damon kept thrusting his thick and huge cock faster and deeper into my wet pussy to the point where I couldn't catch my breath between pumps. ‎He's such a good fucker... ‎**Author's Message** ‎Keep reading, I have more juicy, steamy stories for you that're going to make you get wet and horny🥵 Please drop your honest review on this chapter cause it would mean a lot to me. ‎Thanks 💯 ‎

Chapter 1 Freya POV “Riot, I know it’s late as hell but thanks for squeezing me in like this,” I said, my voice coming out breathy as I stepped into his underground studio and let the heavy metal door slam shut behind me. My heart pounded so hard it felt like it was trying to punch its way out of my chest. The air hung thick with the smell of antiseptic, fresh ink, and that raw masculine scent of his skin mixed with motor oil and something warmer, something that made my stomach tighten.

“I do not have money now but I promise that I would make you feel good. And maybe you spent a lot of time with me because you love me.” “Already? I have not even seen the size of your dick.” “It might not be a nine inches like you expect but it sure would fit in that tight pussy of yours.”. “And even if it does not fit, I am always open to three homes and even four somes. The more the merrier. With that last text, she logged off with no good nights or sweet texts. I wanted to be the one saying those but we were not all that familiar. There was no one really active anymore on the site so I spent all night read sex stories and watching erotica videos to add to my knowledge and be able to have

The morning sunlight piercing through the gaps in the penthouse's heavy curtains felt blinding. Harper groaned softly, struggling to move her body, which was buried in a sea of black silk sheets. An intense soreness radiated from her inner thighs to her spine. Memories of a wild night that had drained her energy and common sense flashed rapidly through her mind.

I ordered pizza for us and as they gamed, I fired up the laptop in my bedroom, curious to read the stories he'd been stroking to yesterday. As I read story after story, I was shocked both at the content of the stories and by what these stories were doing to me. My pussy was on fire, and my left hand slowly pleasured myself as I read each incestuous story. Some of the stories had dominant sons seducing their mothers, while others had powerful daughters dominating their mothers, while still others were more intimate and egalitarian in the sexual relationships between sons and mothers. I'd never even remotely considered my children in a sexual way, but yesterday's events of my son's masturbatio

On a sharp curve, the vehicle lost control and plunged off the cliff. I heard every word, but none of it felt real. Dominic was careful. He feared that mountain road more than anyone. How could he overload the motorcycle in the rain? How could Marcus and his three friends all be on it at the same time? I fell to the ground beside Dominic and cried until my throat burned. He would never again come home covered in dust and tell me he had earned enough for dinner. He would never again pat the children’s heads and promise them better days.

“You love this. Hate me but love my cock wrecking you.” I bit my lip hard to hold back a moan as he curled those fingers right against my prostate. “We’re gonna get caught… shit…Marcus…” He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his thick cock in one rough thrust. I gasped loud, the sound echoing off the tiles as he buried himself deep. “Quiet,” he growled, one big hand wrapping around my throat from behind. Not choking hard, just enough pressure to make my head spin. “You don’t want the whole team knowing their star striker takes rival cock like a whore, do you?”

EMMA I lay there in a sweaty, sticky heap between Sarah and Jake, my body buzzing and my pussy still fluttering from the endless orgasms. The sheets beneath us were soaked. Jake’s cock rested heavy against my thigh, still semi-hard and slick with our combined juices. Sarah’s hand lazily traced circles on my stomach, her full breasts pressed against my side.

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content, detailed discussions of BDSM/kink (including anal play, rimming, impact play, pegging, group sex fantasies, submission, dominance), graphic masturbation fantasies, strong language, and taboo sexual themes. 18+ only. CHAPTER ONE "Hey, Nick, can we join you while you cool down?" I looked up to see a couple of ladies in their own athletic attire. My mind scrambled to match names to faces. I had been in the zone on the run.