Kink Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Her finger slipped lower and slid effortlessly between the folds of the outer lips while her thumb flicked lightly across the eager clitoris. ‘You're wet,’ Celine murmured in that resonant voice, her face pressed in Karen’s neck, lips moving against her soft flesh. ‘It’s almost as if you’d had sex recently. Have you?’ ‘Yes. On the way here,’ Karen confessed, while hose artful finger continued to rouse her bud. He’s a biker called Spike.’ ‘Spike? He’s a good lay, isn’t he?’ ‘You know him?’ Karen no longer cared who had screwed who, when or how. All she wanted was for that smooth, perfectly timed caressing of her love-bud to continue till she erupted.

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

They laid her on her side and fucked her ass, praising its tight, reluctant grip. The dirty talk was a constant, filthy soundtrack. “Such a good little anal whore for strangers.” “Bet you’ve never had this many dicks in one day, you fucking dorm bunny.” “Suck it clean, get it ready for your pussy again.” “I’m gonna cum so deep in this gangbang cunt, it’ll drip out of you for days.” “Her throat’s so fucking tight, I’m gonna paint her tonsils.”

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

They locked the door behind me and left. I sat on the edge of the mattress, heart pounding, when the door opened again. Vincenzo stepped in wearing only black pants, chest bare, tattoos shifting under the low lights. “On the bed, Leo. Face up. Legs spread.” I moved without thinking. My body already knew what he wanted. I lay back, knees falling open, cock twitching even though I tried to fight the pull. He grabbed a black bag from the nightstand and dumped out a thick dildo, a vibrating plug, and lube. “You’re not fighting anymore, are you?” His voice was rough as he climbed between my legs. “Look at you. Already wet for me.”

Just as I was about to blow, Brian pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his huge, thick cock. He shoved it in in one long, agonizingly perfect slide. My eyes rolled back into my head, my mouth hanging open in a silent scream as he began to slam into me, his weight crushing me into the mattress. Kade watched, his hand moving faster on his own dick. He loved fucking my tight little asshole, but seeing me get claimed by his buddies…seeing me used and shared like a common whore…was clearly giving him a whole new level of sick satisfaction. The other guy, Ken, didn't want to wait his turn. He walked over to Kade’s chair and dropped to his knees. He began to suck Kade’s dick like a profes

"Tyler. I want you to answer with a truth. What's your nastiest kink?" He smirked, downing the rest of his drink. "Nothing gets me going like pounding a tight asshole. Fucking that rosebud till it gapes." Heat pooled between my legs, panties slapping on my clit making me shift uneasily. These young men would be the death of me. Zane asked Brock. "What's your kink, Brock?" "Piss play. A pretty girl squatting over my face and just letting go." Shit! At this point I was soaked, my panties were stuck like tissue paper on my folds.

The feel of my skirt shifting up, followed by Simon's fingers slipping lower, finding my wetness underneath my panties. "Fuck, you're soaked," he said, his voice dancing on the warmth of my skin. Henry's mouth found mine again, his tongue exploring. Simon's fingers moved inside me, and I cried out, my hips bucking against his hand. "That's it, baby," Henry murmured. "Let us make you feel good." I nodded, speechless as Simon's fingers moved faster, his thumb circling my clit. Henry's mouth descended, his lips finding my breasts, sucking my nipples, grazing them with his teeth.

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.

The combination of having incestuous sex in front of strangers while enduring sexual insults combined with the friction in her pussy was too much for her to take and her body and soul exploded. The wails from her mouth were so loud it brought others into the room to see. And for the first time she squirted all over. I kept ramming my meat into her intensely spasming vagina to prolong her orgasm. Then I gave in and shot my hot cream up into her womb. My hips bucked up against hers and we grinded them roughly together. We kept grinding and grinding in an effort to extract every drop of cum we had in our bodies. Then we collapsed in a heap with Grandma's sweaty body on top of mine. We are now i