Kimmy Granger Forced Porn Novels & Stories

"Same as usual. You?" "We got to dance for that rapper from California. The one with the gold teeth." I grin at her and shake my head. "And how was that?" "Kimmy had him sign her ass for her. I took a picture. Do you want to see?" Before I could answer, she pulls up her phone and shows me a picture of Kimmy bent of the guy's knee with a marker in hand and a giant grin on his face. Kimmy is looking at the camera with her mouth open in a laugh.

It was overwhelming, and it was… good. A thick cock—her cock, she’d started to think of them as hers—was buried deep in her pussy. Marcus, the one with the cruel smile, was gripping her hips, slamming his pelvis against her ass with a wet, rhythmic slap. “You’re so fucking tight, baby,” he grunted, his eyes locked on the camera phone propped on the dresser. “Show them how a real whore creams on a dick.”

Her legs shook as she rose onto tiptoes while she rode the wave of bliss, moaning loudly. Finally, she dropped down again, gasping for air. The men drew away and smiled at her. "Now I think our slave should give us all head," Mike said. "Great idea." Granger unfastened his pants and dropped them to the floor. Then he shrugged off his shirt. Both Mike and Granger leaned against the table, their hard cocks jutting forward. Neil joined them, his cock rising, too.

The lewd, dirty photos left nothing to the imagination — her tits and open cunt-hole on full display for other men to see and lust over. We had fantastic sex that night. When the opportunity came for her to appear in her first proper porno film, I agreed to accompany her and watch. I stood behind the lights and cameras as Kamilla lay there wantonly on the bed, her pussy on full display and her lovely soft tits exposed to Carl, the male stud.

The pussy gripped my cock like a damn vice, and Rayana’s voice made my blood roar from my toes and shoot straight to my balls. I groaned. My hand came out to clutch onto Kimberly’s hip as I continued my slow thrusts in and out of her pussy. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” I asked stifling another deep groan. My retarded mind took her and placed her right in front of me, and once again, I imagined it was her who was spread in front of me and not Kimberly. Kimberly let out a loud moan and my hand tightened on her hip, my fingers digging into the soft flesh and leaving marks.

Kim smiled at me and said, "I love the taste of pussy but I love my pussy stuffed with your cock." I was lying on my back when Kim sat up in bed and swung a leg over my hips and straddled me. She reached down and held my cock in line with her pussy before she sat down filling her pussy with my cock. Kim started riding my cock like she was riding a bucking bronco. Kim placed her hands on my chest and ground her pussy into my pubic area forcing my cock deep inside her. Kim rode me for the better part of a half an hour before I realized that I wasn't far from cumming. I warned Kim and she said she was waiting for me. Soon she was screaming her orgasm and I groaned as my cock emptied into her al

I turned my glare on him and immediately he held his hands up in surrender. "Listen to me, Lynn... Think about all the times you relied on porn to get you through your lonely months before and after your divorce. How is getting off to two people fucking on camera any worse than actually doing the act?"

She smiled to herself as she realized that the same control Christian had over her was the same control she had over him. She then slowly started to bob her head up and down trying to get as much of him as she could but he was too big and she had to make up for the rest of him with her hands. “Fuck, Pearson,” Christian cursed and he grabbed her hair when she increased her pace. Her being on all fours and taking him in her mouth was an image that was now engraved in his mind.

He makes a motion, on camera it will look like he just entered me, luckily he didn't, but he is grinding down on me, and with every snap of his hips his hard cock slides over my now burning folds. I throw my head back moaning and I am not acting, this is too much, he is grinding against my clitoris, I feel the weight of his hard body on mine and his breath on my neck and ear, and I am close to unravelling. "Cum for me darling". He moans against my ear, pressing hard down against me, then whispering for only me to hear. "I guess there will be no faking". And I can't help it, I lose control and only just manage to bite my tongue and keep me from screaming his name, as I cum hard.