Kinky Smut Novels & Stories

She breathed, yanking on the buds harshly. "Ohhh...ffffuu..." I whined, ass slamming on Rick's pelvis. Rick's hands found my waist. "Grind harder baby. Yes...just like that." Pushing back, ass cheeks spread around the thick ridge of his rod. Candy mirrored me, our fat, fake slick pussies, rubbed against their covered cocks with every roll of our hips. My clit throbbed, catching the rough fabric of Rick's pants over and over again. "Goddamn," Kane groaned, fucking back with Candy's slams. "These sluts are dripping."

Between my legs, the pimp buries himself, groaning and sweating profusely, while slamming into me like a sl*t he paid for a night. The smelly thing, the bloody casanova, kisses me with renewed passion that makes me want to throw up on him. Every time his lips comes over my face, his breath reeks with a putrid stench. my guts twist, but my lips part voluntarily for him, moaning as they ravaged me from all corners. One gropes my breast. The other sucks hungrily from the other corner and minutes later, the pimp isn't halfway through to a climax.

She was so stinking cute that it made her crazy-sexy-kinky all the more delicious. I was nervous. She knew. "It's okay baby. . .we'll just play around with the Apps and see how we feel about things, okay?" She leaned in and kissed me again. "I just absolutely love how kinky you're being for me, it's such a big turn on. You seriously have no fucking clue how hot I think all of this is. I'm really digging how naughty you're being with me. I love it so much." I felt my cock pulse as she accessed that same vein of dirty talk. Once again, she could tell that the invisible string she had discovered tied to the base of my cock was still firmly wrapped around her every syllable.

SMACK. The sound of skin slapping echoes off the walls, sharp and hot and relentless. The scent of sex fills the kitchen, thick and salty, raw with sweat and arousal. He leans over her, voice a whisper in her ear. “You’re gonna come for me again, aren’t you? Just like last night. Screaming. Begging.” Her reply is nothing but breathless gasps, her body tightening with every savage slam of his hips. He reaches around to her clit, circling it with practiced fingers, and she nearly collapses, knees buckling as the pleasure mounts higher, faster.

The overpowering smell of an unwashed female in my nostrils and the bad taste of her juice in my mouth make my cock twitch violently in a dance of pleasure. She moves away a little and pulls herself open. I see whitish-yellow residues between her inner and outer labia. Smegma; is a delicacy I will savor it. As if she knew, she moved upwards slightly more, enough to allow me to lick around and between her lips. I want that juice. I want every secretion that her body has to offer.

He passed me a mischievous smirk before he swept me off my feet into his arms, taking me toward the room that was demarcated by a wine silk curtain. "Wow!" I exclaimed when I saw a circle made with many candles, with roses scattered in the middle. He carried me into the circle and laid me on my back. I gasped at the scenario, looking over every detail of the setup. "Ready?" I gave a quick nod before a painful scream tore out from my throat, "Arrgh!" The boob tape was ripped out roughly and replaced with a hard lip almost immediately. His hand brushed passed my parted thighs and settled on his cock. He sucked on my meaty balls hard while stroking his member, making sure his stroke made his sh

“Squirt on my cock again.” I was oversensitive, dripping, and completely lost in pleasure. He rubbed my clit furiously while pounding me with long, powerful strokes. My second orgasm hit even harder than the first. I screamed into the desk as I squirted violently, soaking his balls and thighs, the fluid running down my legs in rivers. Professor Kane fucked me through it without mercy, his cock driving deep into my pulsing cunt. “Good girl. Such a messy little slut for your professor.”

I could feel the slickness on my inner thighs, and could smell myself, musky and desperate. I knew Kingsley could smell it, too. His nostrils flared again, and he grabbed my hip and turned me. He bent me forward just enough that my ass pressed against the seat. His hand came down between my legs from behind, cupping my cunt, and his middle finger slid through my folds. “Soaked,” he announced. “Fucking drenched.” I whimpered. His finger was rough, and calloused, and it dragged over my clit without gentleness. I jerked against his hand, and he chuckled and did it again, harder, pressing down until the pleasure was sharp enough to hurt.

“There’s not a single thing that’s gross about your body. It’s a work of art.” “Are you kinky? I’m beginning to think you’re kinky.” “Kinky means unusual. I’m sure I’m not unusual in my tastes. You have a fascinating body. You don’t have a single angle or hard bit—you’re like a sexy marshmallow, all curvy and soft and silky. Why wouldn’t I want to touch and lick every single part of you?” “I’ve never been compared to a marshmallow before,” she admits. Then her eyelids lower to half-mast. “Surely there are some parts you wouldn’t want to stick your tongue?”

“Aw, is my little brat embarrassed about her masochist kink?” Karyna pouted at that, her blue eyes twinkling mischievously. “I have a lot of nasty kinks—I’m sure you don't want to find out.” She struggled to tell me through her muffled moans as I rubbed her clit. Our eyes met, and I pulled my hand away, sucking my fingers clean, licking all her juices from each one. “I want to find out,” my voice dropped to a low whisper as I corrected her wrong insinuation. My eyes dropped down to her lips and I licked my bottom lip to see how full, juicy, red, and raw they looked.