Jasminx Sex Novels & Stories

Flipping her around, letting her take every inch of me inside her beautiful, perfect fucking ass. Fucking her harder and harder with each passing second. Her moans and screams filling the room. Cupping her tits from behind… Holding onto her hips for support. Sweating profusely the entire time. Breathing erratically. Knowing that once this night was over… I would never be able to get enough of her. I wouldn’t be able to live another night without Jasmine Cassidy in my life. 41 JASMINE After we’d had sex, fucked countlessly throughout the night, to the point I forgot how many rounds we’d went…

Sam asked. "Shit!" Hanna, Jasmine, and Jade said together. "Clubhouse!" The three demanded. "Well fuck!" Sam cursed. "The strippers are ready to leave anyway. So, let's go." Kim explained. "Yeah, I'm horny and ready for my man!" Raine laughed. "Gross mom!" Jade gagged. Jasmine repeated. "Hey I'm only 46! I still love sex with your dad! Raine replied. "Ewe!" Jasmine squealed. "We don't want to know!" Jade replied.

She was soaking wet and her nipples were like bullets. I went fishing through my shorts pockets for the condoms I bought earlier. Jasmine was getting impatient. "Come on baby, just fuck me," she whimpered. "I'm on birth control." With her go ahead, I got on top of her and worked my dick into her little pussy, inch by inch. I had to cover her mouth with my hand to keep her from screaming. Overcome by my dick, she bit down on my hand. And then I was in, all the way in. Jasmine looked up at me with a big smile and I smiled back. Her cheeks were flushed pink and her lips were a beautiful berry color. I groaned as her tight pussy started to flex around my dick.

He was ramming into her and all Jasmine could think about was how to secure a rich man so she wouldn’t have her body used like this by old men. He was grabbing her breasts to her more leverage. “Don’t come yet.”He warned.”Don’t come until I tell you that you can.” Despite the way he was jackhammering into her,she was not even close. That was how it was with these men. She never experienced any orgasm with them.She was only doing this continuously because of the money. It still intrigued her that she had come when she touched herself that day to the thoughts of Lorenzo. If she could get someone like that between her legs,she wondered how the sex would be like.

Jasmine repeated, "you really are from the island." "I'm your English slut, your French whore, your teenage dream," Dana declared, even though she was in her early twenties. Jasmine continued fucking her teenage dream, yet another fantasy of hers was becoming a reality. Although she was mostly submissive and a born pleaser, once in a while she fantasized of domming a young girl, disciplining a student who had pissed her off. Imagining Jenna, an eighteen year old student from last semester who was a pain in the ass submitting to her had occurred a few times and now Jasmine had her own teenager to dominate. These thoughts had Jasmine thrusting hard and deep into her slut's ass, each deep forwa

I hungrily slurp her seemingly endless supply of sweet, hot syrup. "Ohhhhhhhh! Fuuuuuuuuuck! I'm cumming again!" Jasmine cries, and I react immediately. Pulling my pussy-soaked face from between her legs, I nearly dive up over her body and slam my hard, throbbing cock into her trembling pussy, pounding her towards another orgasm.

She sighed and her eyes closed as her aching muscles relaxed. Last night’s memories ran back to her head, Cainan’s palm on her bare butt, his lips on her back and spine and his hand on her clit, rubbing her off to the state of blissfulness. It was one of the best orgasms she ever had and she was happy it was with him. His cold shoulder this morning was going to stay in her mind and steal away her happy memories. She needed to block it out and think less about it. After the warm bath, Jasmin got dressed in an orange mini-peplum gown, stopping just a little above her thigh and a black hose over her legs.

I hungrily slurp her seemingly endless supply of sweet, hot syrup. "Ohhhhhhhh! Fuuuuuuuuuck! I'm cumming again!" Jasmine cries, and I react immediately. Pulling my pussy-soaked face from between her legs, I nearly dive up over her body and slam my hard, throbbing cock into her trembling pussy, pounding her towards another orgasm.

Mark asked, his eyebrows raised. "Actually not at all," Jasmine replied. "She's a first class massage therapist and a very good physio too. She just happens to have a very high sex drive and an open attitude about it." "Sounds like the perfect girlfriend," Mark laughed. "Maybe in your old life," Jasmine smiled. "Now you'll have to get someone more in line with your status. Once we get you in shape, of course."

~Lena’s POV~ “Listen,” Jasmine said, leaning forward on my couch with that wicked sparkle in her eyes, wine sloshing dangerously close to the rim of her glass. “I’m telling you, there is nothing…absolutely nothing,like sliding two fingers over your clit after a long day and just letting go. Last weekend I had the apartment to myself and I swear I spent forty minutes edging and teasing my pussy until it was so swollen and wet I could hear every little stroke. When I finally rubbed hard and fast I came so hard my legs shook for ages. I still get wet thinking about it.”