Horny Sexy Stories Novels & Stories

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

she managed to ask, her professional instincts not entirely abandoned. Felix reached into his desk drawer, retrieving a condom with practiced ease. "I want to be clear," he said, even as he tore the packet open. "This changes nothing professionally." Wendy squeezed his length lightly. "Less talking, more fucking, Mr. Harrington." His eyes flashed at her boldness. In one swift movement, he rolled on the condom and positioned himself at her entrance. "Is this what you've been wanting?" he asked, teasing her with just the tip. "Your boss bending you over his desk?"

“What makes her so special that our husbands want to die because of her?” Renee shook her head. “Asides from those tits-” She grabbed the tits, “- and a very pick cunt, nothing.” “Let me check myself.” Narissa said and climbed onto the bed, bringing her face close to Yasmine's pussy. “Pink.” Yasmine couldn't help but moan as she felt Narissa's fingers on her. She began to writhe. “No. Please.” Narissa brought her head up with a wicked smile. “No? Is it torture for you? Then how about this?”

Horny Intern 10 The weekend after the gala dragged in a mix of bliss and that nagging jealousy. Saturday, Mr. Voss texted me to come over to his penthouse. I showed up in a short dress, no underwear, collar snug under a scarf. He fucked me on the kitchen counter—rough thrusts from behind, his hand around my throat over the engraving. "Mine," he growled with each slam, the piercing dragging inside me until I came twice, screaming. He filled me deep, cum dripping down my legs as he held me. We showered together after, his fingers gentle on my skin. But in bed that night, curled against his tattooed chest, I whispered, "Those other interns... did you collar them too?"

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.

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.

“Yes. Remy, let me come. Please?” “Not yet.” he gave me a sexy smirk. “Stroke faster, love. Harder.” I groaned, feeling my abdomen tighten as my fingers were coated with my creamy wetness. “Ugh, Remy... I…” But before I could finish that sentence, I felt my pussy tighten around my fingers and I came. My moans echoed off the walls as my body shivered in delight. “You naughty girl. I told you not to come yet, didn’t I?” I looked at Remy, whose face was contorted with pleasure. He was close too. His chest seemed to glisten with a light sheen of sweat as he pumped into his hand.

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

“Fill Mommy’s slut hole… breed me, Daddy… pump your hot seed into my fertile womb!” “Tony… don’t you dare stop… wreck my tight pussy… I need your thick load so bad… use me like the whore I am for you!” He flipped them into new positions relentlessly…making them ride him one after the other, their soaked breasts bouncing wildly as they went up and down onto his cock, grinding their clits against his base. Then he arranged them in a heated sixty-nine, where their tongues frantically lapped at each other’s swollen clits and the glistening length of his cock as he took turns fucking each from behind. The air grew thick with the musky scent of sex, sweat, and feminine arousal. The bedframe creake