Hot Coeds Novels & Stories

Unable to remain silent, Shaun asked, "What other women?" "The club whores," Saskia said with an evil grin. "The hotties who hang out there in hopes of catching the eye of one of the Koba boys. They're looking for a good time, drugs, gifts, that sort of thing. They want to get set up in an apartment, be the arm candy." "Koba boys?" Saskia nodded. "Yeah, Jozef and his team. You know, Halil, Havel, Terek, Nikolay. Even Karl gets attention, and he's like, old. Basically, anyone who lives or works with us is considered cool by association."

Kinks: gloryhole, multiple cocks, rough sex, exhibitionism Sara's heart thumped wildly in her chest as she and Mia entered the dimly lit, pulsing gloryhole bar. The heavy bass reverberated through the walls, vibrating every nerve ending in her body. The humid air hit her skin like a caress, carrying with it the scent of sex and taboo promises. It was their 27th birthday, and this was the ultimate gift they had fantasized about for months - a night of pure, anonymous indulgence.

They all knew the ins and outs of the crash rooms in the back, and they understood the rules of engagement, which basically were that the guys would only do what they were asked, only if they were asked to do it, but forget about a relationship. “Here we go,” Cole said as the women came over to the bar, shedding coats as they walked; short skirts and deep cleavage and belly button rings emerged. “Party time, boys.”

It was mid-August and even though night had fallen it was still sweltering hot. Tina was dressed to beat the heat in a low slung denim mini skirt and bikini top, hiking sandals on her feet. She turned more than a few heads in her revealing outfit. At twenty-one years of age, she had a lush yet firm body. Full 36C tits filled her bikini top, her narrow waist flared out gently to her tight round ass, which was clearly evident even though the fullness of her skirt and her long, tanned, athletic legs gave every guy there something to lust over.

"You've been told not to leave the room. That means keeping the door closed." Anya had closed it but left it open enough to see and hear. The weeping continued, a lost, hopeless sound. "Damn you, Virgil." A man's strident voice. "You were supposed to soften her up for me. What the hell happened?" Anya knew all about the "softening up". Virgil had explained to her in great deal how she would be prepared for the men with extremely large cocks. How his men would take turns with her until she learned to please them and developed the proper attitude for his clients. Clients of course being a euphemism for the very wealthy men who purchased the girls from him like so much merchandise.

I only belong to them. The room is cold, too cold for my bare skin. I stand straight, hands behind my back, fingers intertwined as if this position could give me some semblance of dignity. But there is nothing here to protect me, no clothes, no words, not even the illusion of choice. Just the frozen marble beneath my feet, the air heavy with the scent of leather and wine, and their looks. Their looks.

As I dropped off, I answered, "Yes." My wife is an evil person. The next night, she declared we were going to watch movies. We watched three, each more erotic than the last. No p**n, just carefully chosen, well-made movies that just happened to have a sexual undertone. The last one was about a group of teens that end up having orgies in the one kid's house. His parents were off on a world tour of some kind. It was French, dubbed in, but well. Of course, lots of naked people and sex, tastefully done, haha. In the end, they all get caught and some are pregnant, some have STD's. I guess it was a morality play, but it didn't work for us. Kelly was wearing just shorts and a tank and I could see t

The heat inside her body has been too much to be able to stand at this minute. Her hand held his big and long shaft up and then lifted her hips up to the evil weapon, she was so ready for him. Stella sat down and swallowed the thick hard shaft into her valley little by little. Leonard roared in his throat with the fire of need that's burning him inside out. "Oh ... very tight ... Oh...Wine. Fuck!...Ah..."

"Are you ready Luca ?" "Yup, come with it Tom". He leans forward to have a better look. When Tom moves he reveals what looks like a woman, with long hair, duck face lips and rather huge breasts. "Voila". "Hmm ... 'Striptease'. 'Who framed Roger Rabbit'. 'Showgirls'. 'Barb wire'. Is it Dolly Parton ?" Luca really tries. Tom looks a bit frustrated. "She wasn't supposed to look ... cheap ... she was supposed to look ...".

I don’t think that my cool girl shield is going to work because no matter how hard I try to threaten them with words, nothing just seems to work. “Try to click that shutter on that camera and you will see my heel flying!” I try to threaten one of them. I even have my show in one hand, but instead of dispersing and cowering, the weirdos seem to like it. “Yes, please hit me!” “Do me first!” “Miss Hailey May Collins wearing a dress is a sight to behold. I need to journal this!”