Insdian Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Ava The room smelled like sex — sweat, cum, and my own juices soaked into the sheets. My body was still twitching from the last orgasm, legs weak and trembling, but the four men surrounding me looked far from finished. Their eyes were dark, chests heaving, cocks still hard and glistening with a mix of my wetness and their previous loads. “Round two, our sweet whore,” Kai growled, grabbing my ankles and yanking my legs wide open again. “We’re not stopping until you can’t even speak.”

The expression on their face and the glistening fold told me they were having the time of their lives and my pussy clenched so hard I pressed my thighs together. I was dripping again, the images burning into my mind. I imagined myself in those positions, Sameal standing over me with that massive cock. I forced myself to close the drawer and leave the room, but the images stayed with me all day. By the time night came, I was aching. Unable to take it any longer I lay in bed, my legs spread wide as my fingers slid through my folds. I teased my clit slowly at first, remembering the way he stroked himself. My other hand moved to my breasts, pinching my nipples hard, imagining his hands instead.

3 holds her head in place, moaning loudly as she did. On the other end, I circle my tongue over No. 2's clit while Mr Sterling's cock slams into me, stretching me and making me scream against her skin. The room is chaos now, full of moans, cries, the smell of sex and the sound of balls slapping against pussy. ... And the mirrored ceiling above reflects us, three Agency top models, taken one after the other and together by one married older man who hasn't even taken off his tie. I cum loudly, shaking and trembling, and he pulls out at the last second, stroking himself over all three of us.

NEW STORY TITLE: THE GIFT OF DICK AND PUSSY The following story will be told in multiple chapters. There's oodles and oodles of sex in it, even though it's not just a pure spank story. If lots of nasty sex isn't your thing, then why are you on this website? Weirdo.

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

"Bestselling erotic novelist. Using you as inspiration." Shock. "What?" "Real muse. Real feelings." Kissed. Continued ecstasy. "Write our story." Love genuine. Future together beyond pages. Library and passion ours.

"I'd suck on these pierced nipples while you ride me, looking full and pregnant. My son's wife, carrying his own sibling in her womb. Doesn't that turn you on, you dirty little slut?" "Yes, oh God, yes," I whimpered, my voice breaking into fragments. His fingers sped up again, curling deeper and hitting my G-spot. The breeding talk sent fresh shivers through my nervous system, feeling taboo and filthy. It made me drip even more liquid down his hand. I was grinding against him shamelessly now, my ass pressing into his crotch with each roll of my hips. I could feel his grunts of effort vibrating against my spine. "Daddy, I'm so close... Please just let me cum."

The alcohol was still thick in her veins, Rissa felt herself unraveling in slow, syrupy waves, her legs falling wider and hips lifting toward his hand when his rough fingers finally slipped between her thighs and found how embarrassingly wet she already was. “Fuck,” Ronan breathed, the word almost reverent. “All this for a man who won’t even look at you?” He worked her open with slow, merciless strokes, curling two fingers deep inside, while his thumb circled her clit in tight, unrelenting loops. Larissa’s head thrashed against the pillow, a broken sob caught in her throat every time he dragged against that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids. She was close, dangerously

I loved this nasty side of her. I kept my mouth to her ear, still talking. "You'd get so wet for them, baby. Your married cunt would squirt so much with a huge cock in there. The second guy would bend me over and lube his massive cock, stretching my ass wide while you also watch. Fuck!! They would fuck us bare so we would feel all their veiny inch." "Callum...that's so...so wrong...." Her cunt still clenched hard around my fingers, slick soaking up my hand.

Ethan slammed into her cunt in one savage thrust, bottoming out so hard her arms gave out. “Fuuuuck, this cunt is still so tight.” Jax knelt in front, forcing his cock back down her throat. Ethan spat on her asshole and shoved two fingers inside while he destroyed her pussy. “You’re taking it in the ass tonight too, slut.” He pulled out of her dripping cunt and pressed his fat cockhead against her virgin asshole. Lia screamed around Jax’s dick as Ethan forced his way in, stretching her raw. The burn was intense, but the pain melted into filthy pleasure as he buried every inch.