Hedonism Stories Novels & Stories

But as I feel the warm, thick come slowly dripping out of my center and sliding down my leg, I realize the truth. The money is just an excuse. I am completely hooked on the power. I am utterly addicted to the raw, dirty feeling of being used, of being stripped of my identity and turned into a mindless, pleading slut for their cocks. I don't want my old name back. I don't want my clothes back. Damian steps closer, leaning down to trace a finger through the messy slickness on my inner thigh. "Do you understand your place now, Toy? Do you belong to this house?"

No matter the earthshaking orgasm he gives me, I need to stop cheating on my husband because I know this is adultery, adultery with my husband's best friend. I am aware that what we did isn't right, but with Benjamin I feel so full of life, more alive than ever. Sated. Full. And he leaves me wanting more of his delicious cock. Just thinking about him and his massive, nine-inch cock made me so horny. Imagining him towering over me, naked, thrusting into me from behind, deep inside my pussy, hitting all my delicious hidden spots, spots I didn't even know existed. The thought of him stretching me out so that I feel it deep inside my womb made me so wet. With Benjamin, it has always been a tight

The next day at work felt like absolute torture. I was the manager of Velvet Desires, an upscale adult store located in a quiet corner of the city. We sold high-end toys, luxurious lingerie, premium lubes, and everything a woman could possibly want to explore her deepest fantasies. Normally I loved my job. I helped shy customers find their first vibrator, recommended the perfect bullet for discreet public play, and smiled through awkward conversations with complete confidence. Today, however, I could barely concentrate on anything.

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

She licked the sweat from his throat and promised worse. The obsession sharpened in every city. Budapest: sex in the shadowed alley behind the opera house minutes before curtain, his hand over her mouth, strangers twenty feet away. Amsterdam: a midnight canal boat where he bent her over the rail and fucked her while tourists drifted past on another boat, close enough to touch. Barcelona: he tied her spread-eagle to the bedposts with the silk sashes from hotel robes and used a wand on her clit until she was speaking in tongues, then flipped her over and took her ass until she blacked out for three blissful seconds.

Chapter 1: Caught Fucking Around Trigger warning: This story is raw, gritty. It's not the kind that pets you. It will strip you off your pride like a little dirty dog, take you to your peak and punish you harder. When you're done, your pussy won't be the only thing that leaks... your master's marks will be your new tattoo, and little puppy, you'll thank him for it. Drop now if you hate dirty stories with degradation. Britanny's POV

I could feel myself shaking uncontrollably, tears running down my face. Lena licked my tits, sucked my nipples while the men destroyed me. The sounds were obscene; wet squelching, skin slapping, my broken moans and their low growls. Her dad’s voice cut through the haze. “Tomorrow morning we’re breeding both of you. Gonna fill these young cunts with so much cum you’ll be leaking for days.” The words pushed me over again. I came harder than ever, squirting all over Ethan’s cock, ass pulsing. My vision went white. I felt like I was floating and falling at the same time.

Alexander chuckled darkly and thrust deeper, making me whimper. “You’re not leaving, baby.” He lowered his head and kissed my neck, then my jaw, then my lips. “Not after tonight. Not after you let two men destroy you and still begged for more. You’re going to be addicted.” He started moving a little faster, his thick cock sliding in and out of my cum-filled pussy with wet, filthy sounds. “I’m going to ruin you for anyone else,” he whispered against my mouth. “By the time these six months are over, you won’t even remember what your life looked like before me.”

I love my husband so much but for the past few years now he has become inactive in bed, which has forced me to look for alternatives such as a dildo to quench my relentless sexual hunger. You have the most beautiful figure I could imagine and a sweet pussy. "Aiden said." I know you have been hooked on my cock with the way you find it. I love your cock so much Aiden I wish I to never get tired of your cock. I love how you make me cum with that huge cock of yours, it feels different each time you are riding on me.