Horny Stories Novels & Stories

skin slapping violently, the wet squelching sounds of a thick cock plunging in and out of a drenched pussy, grunts of intense effort from the man, and her mother begging shamelessly for more. A forbidden heat slowly flooded Layla’s core. She felt her own nipples beginning to stiffen painfully against her bra, and without conscious thought, her thighs rubbed together, pressing against her clit through her panties. She had been horny for Tony for weeks, and now hearing her own mother getting fucked so vigorously was doing something dangerously arousing to her body.

All he knows is that I’m a thirty-two-yearold scientist with a kinky side. The only thing I’ve been honest about is my kink. Through my texts, I’m brave. I write my heart out. I tell him my innermost thoughts and the most depraved of my fantasies. I don’t know if I can be that way in real life.

Stephen Brock. The man continued spreading lies online almost daily. Interviews. Fake stories. Anonymous articles painting himself like the victim. At this point, it wasn’t even about heartbreak anymore. It was revenge. And honestly? I was tired of being quiet. One afternoon Amelia walked into Sebastian’s office holding a thick folder while looking unusually excited. “You’re going to love this.” Sebastian looked up from his laptop calmly. “What is it?” Amelia dropped the folder dramatically onto the desk. “Evidence.”

His hands worked magic. She let out a quiet moan… her hands piercing through his back. He pulled out his fingers and then licked them. He pulled off her top and continued to kiss her… but this time, all over. He kept kissing her all over until his lips found her nipples. He started sucking her breasts… biting it and teasing it with his teeth and tongue. “Col-Colton…” she moaned as she brought out his dick from his pants. She shoved it in herself. He was impressed… she wasn’t shy at all. She wanted him… it was written all over her face.

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

She wanted to try something she'd never done before. She stretched her legs wide open, one hand resting on the floor to support her weight. Bernard finally opened his eyes and straightened his back at that point, and his eyes widened when he saw her. "M-Monette..." he exclaimed, stunned. She smiled seductively at him while tracing the sperm he had spurted on her hair. She pressed her two stains with his juice fingers together. "Watch me," she said seductively. And without taking her gaze away from him, she inserted her two semen-coated fingers into her wet pussy. And as his fingers entered her womanhood, she exclaimed and looked up. She began moaning as soon as she moved her fingers. Inside

I walk over to him and take his hands. "Jon, look at me. I'm telling you the truth. We'll explain more later, but we need to take care of this mess right now. Adam and Lester were selling these people. They were going to sell me, and Adam tried to rape me. My panther Skye ripped his penis off; that's why he's in there screaming." Shaun walks over and puts his arm around my shoulders.

Anna whimpered, hips bucking against his hand. "Look at me," he commanded. Anna's eyes opened, heavy-lidded. She met his gaze. Those grey eyes had gone nearly black, pupils blown wide, consuming her. "Tell me what you want," Henry said. His voice was quiet and controlled. But his fingers pressed harder against the wet lace, stroking the swollen flesh beneath in slow, deliberate circles. Anna's mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. "I want…." "Say it." His fingers pushed the wet lace aside, slipping between her slick folds. The first stroke of his rough fingertip against her bare cunt made her whole body jolt. "I want you to…." She swallowed hard, face burning. "...to hurt me."

“We can see which holes she likes best to be fucked in.” Hannah was a tiny, petite and utterly gorgeous girl. Nobody was entirely sure of her heritage but she looked perhaps half-Portuguese. And the image of her naked on a bed, her small breasts on show, Helen between her legs, pushing a thick strap-on into the girl, stretching her out... I was getting hard again, and quickly. “We need condoms,” I said. “If we keep talking like this I’m liable to fuck you again.” A smirk from Helen’s beautiful lips. “What about Carol, then,” she said. “You like the look of her. What about her, bent over a desk, skirt up, begging for cock?”

They know what to do to me to make me weak and desperate. “Spit roast?“ I hear Jace ask his twin brother, Harvey while my ass is being rubbed, I know they would be a red spot where I have been hit and I want more. My pussy is leaking profusely and the sheet under me is starting to get soaked. “Hmm but I want something else with our doll” Harvey says, they are talking over me like I am not in the room. I am their doll. “What do you suggest?” Jace asks and I feel his hands coming to the front to cup my wet pussy, he rubs in circles and then dips two fingers in to spread my pussy lips apart, releasing another gush of slick.