Kinky Smut Novels & Stories

She stroked my throbbing cock with deliberate slowness, her soft palm gliding up and down the shaft while her thumb circled the swollen cap, smearing the thick beads of precum that leaked from the slit. I bit down on my lip to stifle a guttural groan, fuck her touch was worlds apart from Jenna's hesitant fumbling. This was pure expertise, decades of knowing exactly how to unravel a man with every twist and squeeze, her fingers curling just right to hit that sensitive spot under the ridge.

“You’re way overdressed, baby.” I stripped in seconds, cock springing free..hard, throbbing, already leaking pre-cum. Kathy’s eyes widened appreciatively. “Mmm, look at that gorgeous young cock.” She sank to her knees right there, red lips parting as she took me into her mouth in one smooth motion.

April moaned as she fingered herself. With their smooth thighs rubbing against each other and Kim’s bouncing tits against her back, April couldn’t think of any words to describe the kinky forbidden horniness she was feeling. Kim also reached under her, feeling April’s tits and then helping her daughter finger herself. “Cum in my cunt! Fill my womb with your seed!” the milf moaned, reaching back and forcing her fingers up her asshole.

Always, always more. I pulled him back for another kiss, my creamy fingers in his hair. I held him close, caking his bare chest in white as I wrapped my legs up around him. Blood, cream, mess… I didn’t care, and neither did he. I wanted the cream on his skin, though. I wanted him to be as slippery and as messy as me. Luckily, the pot on the table was a big one. I wanted to be a kinky little bitch and picked up the pot from the table. I trailed fresh cream down myself, playing with the streams as I did it, smearing my tits and my pussy.

He leaned down, lips brushing my ear. "I've been reading a lot of adult books... Smut... my research tells me women love the things men do to them there. Can I try something out? I've been learning about how to pleasure you for so long. Reading helps me imagine you... p**n videos don't do that for me." What the hell were smut and p**n? I swallowed tightly, heart hammering, thighs pressing together uselessly around nothing. "Yes," I whispered, voice already wrecked. "Do whatever you want to me."

I pressed my clit hard against the firm fabric and rode it frantically, rocking my hips in fast, dirty circles while three fingers stayed buried deep in my pussy. All I could see was him. Sinclair in that bathroom stall, fist pumping his thick white cock. Sinclair watching the live feed — watching me choke on cock, watching me squirt, watching me take load after load like a desperate slut. “Oh God… yes…” I moaned loudly. “Watch me… watch your little sexy secretary get fucked…” The orgasm hit me sharply.

He drove his tongue in and out, licking and sucking, he added one finger, turning it around her valva and lips. “Ahh... stop.. please.. ahh!” She screamed, another orgasm hitting her very hard. She panted slowly, her chest moving up and down and he raised his head, smiling at her. His lips glistening, he kissed her hungrily, placing her hand on his erection. “I’ll make sure you won’t walk for days” He muttered, turning her over. She held the wall, shooting her ass out and he slid his dick inside her pussy slowly and she gasped, moving backwards, he groaned, his dick swelling inside her as her tight pussy glued his dick.

I twirled my tongue around her savory flesh, bringing Sammy to the point she embraced her tantric titillation. "You should have longer hair," she purred as she ran one hand through my locks. "I don't normally go for butch girls." You guys go be indignant if you wish. These were some sweet teats I was indulging in and I had zero regrets about 'girling-up' for a lesbian. Sammy finally climbed to the mountaintop of her orgasmic quest and howled out her victory.

He asked. Suddenly I started to catch on. "Does that mean that you can turn someone to a Vampire just by kissing them?" I asked. He shook his head. "Then what are you trying to say?" I asked. He cleared his throat awkwardly before it hit me. "Oh my God," I said. "It's sexually transmitted, isn't it?" He nodded. "The virus is known for attacking the reproductive system. It's chemically castrates men, and it was thought to do the same to women, but we're not sure anymore."