Keep On Serving Cunt Novels & Stories

"Have I been too lenient with you, giving you the wrong idea? How dare you provoke her?" Downstairs, I got into the car. I received several texts from Kaelen. "7 PM tonight, South City Sacred Moon Church. Be there." "I booked a honeymoon trip to Elf Island. We leave tomorrow." "We'll come back whenever you're pregnant with a pup." I shook my head, took the SIM card out of my phone, snapped it in half without hesitation, and tossed it into the trash can. Stop disgusting me, Kaelen. The convoy sped away, heading to a distance where he didn't exist.

Her voice was steady. His wasn’t any different than usual when he spoke again. “You don’t have to call me that every time.” Amara blinked. “I—” She stopped herself. Regrouped. “It’s appropriate.” “For others, maybe.” He tilted his head slightly, studying her in a way that made her pulse quicken. “You’ve worked here long enough.” That didn’t make it less inappropriate. If anything, it made it more dangerous. She held his gaze for a fraction of a second too long before lowering it again.

I fucked myself good and hard, moaning loudly as I came again. “Again. Don’t stop until I tell you,” Kate commanded. I kept fucking my hungry hole like an obedient little slut. I turned to look and saw Kate fucking her own sweet pussy with the double-ender while I worked mine. Our loud, horny moans mixed together like the sluttiest choir. We came again and again, over and over.

Lang sucked on my nipples. I moaned loudly and held their heads in place. “That feels so good. Worship every inch of your naughty nurse. Tell me how much you love serving me.” Dr. Black looked up with lust in his eyes. “I love serving you, Miss Clara. Your cunt is the best I have ever tasted. Please let me please you more.”

I yelped and squirmed on his desk, tears pricking my eyes as the burning pain mixed with filthy pleasure. Mr. Kent didn’t hold back. He whipped my ass mercilessly, turning both plump cheeks bright red beneath the thin navy tights. Every strike made my big tits bounce and my soaked pussy clench with need. My ass was glowing and throbbing when he finally stopped, his arm tired.

“Eat this sloppy cunt, you fuck, make me squirt again.” My voice cracked with raw need as I spread my thighs wider on the velvet couch. Drake’s face plunged between my legs, his tongue spearing my pussy like a starving animal. The cameras rolled closer, lenses fogging from the heat, chat screaming for more.

"SEE Chris, see my big fat cocked master fucking my tight virgin pussy? OH GOD GIO, I'M CLOSE! CAN I CUM MASTER? CAN I CUM ON YOUR, OHHH! ON YOUR BIG FAT COCK? PLEASE GIO, PLEASE MASTER, LET YOUR SLUT SLAVE CUM ON YOUR COCK." "You do you belong to slut?" "YOU MASTER, OHHH SOO CLOOSE, ONLY YOU! I BELONG TO GIO MCLOED HE OWNS MY PUSSY, MY ASS, MY TITS, MY MOUTH; ONLY GIO." Chris was turning red. "YOU FUCKING CUNT! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU. YOU HEAR ME MCLOED. I'LL FUCKING POUND YOU AND THAT BITCH TO DEATH!!"

“Do it, you pussy!” “Fuck you!” Titus roared back, lifting it again. “One more!” “Fuck off!” My lips twitched up to one side. “Done!” “I’m gonna break your legs, you little asshole,” Titus hissed, wiping his hands down his face, completely spent. “Adding fuckin’ lifts to that. Ten more than usual!” “You’re lookin’ a little small, bro,” Conor replied. “It might ruin your reputation.” “I swear to God, I’ll kick your goddamn ass.”

“Yes, Don.” The waiter returned and poured more wine into his glass. I was shaking but I forced my face still. I focused on breathing slowly through my nose. The toy kept pulsing, torturing me from the inside. He didn’t turn it off. He kept it going, and I could feel myself getting wetter. “Keep your legs open,” he said calmly. “Don’t forget who owns your pussy.” He looked across the table at me like he was imagining taking me right there. His gaze burned.

- Did I ask you to speak? - No, sir. - Then shut up and serve me. I take the bottle to fill his glass. And I wait to see if he needs anything else. But after five minutes of watching him sip his drink while one of the girls is about to undo her pants in front of me, I prefer to leave; I don’t want to see what happens next. - May I leave, sir? - No, miss, you cannot leave. He closes his eyes while the girl takes his penis out of his pants.