Hustle Sex Novels & Stories

“No young lady, until you accept to give to the orphans, there’ll be no sex for you” “I don’t want sex, all I ask for is a quickie. Just the tip" She replied, licking his neck lazily as her hand found his buckle. His limp shaft revived immediately and hot arousal shot through him. His hand found her hook and with a little snap, he released her white, huge breasts. He dug his face into them, earning a moan and laugh from Isabelle who stroked his shaft lightly. "Stop, you still haven't agreed" Alessandro moved back slightly and she pouted with a frown, drawing him closer.

The jerk, and he purposely not sitting down right away. “I have that too, so don’t slap that in my face.” Alexander snorted loudly at Dylan, but he just laughed at him. Well, even if he admits it or not, Dylan’s is bigger. That’s why he’s miserable when they are having sex. He’s not even doing anything now, yet his cock is already hard and proud.

Okay, that's a little creepy but he's done his homework. “Wait, he knows about your sex life?” Sasha says, her voice tinged with shock. “If your guy’s not falling to his knees when you send him dirty pictures, something’s off. But... you two still have sex, right? Like, it’s not totally dead?” Luna's eyes roll, and I can see the frustration in her face, not just frustration but hurt. “Sex is... just that. Sex. My stalker has made me come more times in a night than Justin has in the past six months,” Luna mutters and everyone gasps, but I think this is amazing.

She felt heat rise to her face. “Honey, normal is boring! Intense sex is the good shit. Some guys fumble. Some guys are selfish. Some guys think p**n is a documentary. Dean sounds like he delivered a masterclass. Welcome to the world competent fucking, my darling. It only gets better from here. You learn what you like, what you think drives him wild…" She waggled her eyebrows at her friend. Wren smiled. “Did he…?” Grace made a circling motion with her finger.

Born into power, Zee Mendez was never a daughter to her parents. She was their most valuable bargaining chip. To save their fading empire, they traded her to Sebastian Morgan, the ruthless heir to the world’s wealthiest dynasty. Sebastian was cold, dangerously possessive, and used to getting whatever he wanted. Marriage was non negotiable. Obedience was expected. Then a devastating crash changed everything. Zee woke from a two month coma with her memories shattered and only a five percent chance of ever recovering them. Taking advantage of her blank slate, Sebastian rewrote their history. He let her believe they were already happily married, that their connection was built on mutual

“Fuck me like a real man would. Slam that cock deep. I want to feel it in my womb.” Kate thrust aggressively, their soaked pussies slapping together. “Imagine Frank from next door. I bet he’s got a monster cock. I’ve seen the bulge in his sweatpants. He’d split us open. Breed both his little college sluts until we’re full and leaking.” The dirty fantasy pushed them over the edge again. They came together in a screaming, squirting mess, their bodies shaking, fluids everywhere, the sheets completely ruined. Afterward, they lay tangled and panting, bodies slick with sweat and girl-cum. Mira traced lazy circles on Kate’s thigh.

) he was intrigued. "You're not buying sex. You're buying an experience — Are you bored? Lonely? In a sexless marriage? Missing that spark that only comes from a new experience in an otherwise boring life? Hi. I'm Alyssa. I'm a real, independent, brunette 35-year-old and I don't have time for games. You know what you want and why you're looking at my ad. I know how to make it worth your time and your money. If you're looking for a quick and easy fuck, I'm not the person for you. But if you want the type of experience you'll still be thinking about in 20 years, I'm worth. every. penny."

365 days without sex made me realize it was, in fact, nothing I could handle. I was starving. When was the last time I’d had a good orgasm? When was the last time I’d cum so hard I’d seen stars for a few minutes. I was tired of touching myself every night. Now, it barely did anything to arouse me. Which was why I’d taken this bold step in the first place.

Fûck You, Ex-husband (2) There and then, I decided I was going to get fucked until Trevor became nothing more than a fading bruise in my past. And maybe, if things went right, I wouldn’t have to be Danielle Greeley anymore. Before I could stop myself, I was scrolling through the singleswildfuck.com website. They advertised cruises for single adults, but I wasn't there looking for romance. I didn’t want a connection or conversation. I wanted sex. Pure, unfiltered, uncomplicated. After Trevor, I had no patience left for anything else.

His hands wrap around my waist, and he pulls me even closer to himself, my eyes shut and I bite my lip to stop myself from crying out. His strokes are fast, and hard. “Fuck. Hosea. fuck.” I cry, His responses are grunts and groans. And strokes. My body bounces against his with every stroke, I can’t even begin to describe what I am feeling at the moment. He buries his face between my chest, groaning as he does. So I help him, pulling down the dress, so his face is on my boobs. “Fuck.” he cusses, his strokes even harder, faster.