Kinky Stories Novels & Stories

This short story of how I would eat your pussy. It was written just for you. Read it and enjoy it while stroking your sweet wet pussy. I want you to get wet. I mean really wet reading about me doing this to you baby. I want your body hurting badly, nipples hard and your clit swollen and throbbing before you insert anything into it. You might even want to print it and lay back on your bed and love your body while you read it. It's my special gift to you.

“I love black holes.” I squirmed in my seat. “What are you doing?” I looked around. We were near the back of the planetarium with no one around them, but we were still in public. When I felt Kai’s hand slide inside my pants, his fingers finding my wet folds, I let out a hiss. I gripped the armrests as he slipped up and down my slit. “Kai, we shouldn’t do this. Not here.”

She screamed, turning to look at my friends as they surrounded us, clearly mesmerized by the sight in front of them. A few minutes later,I was spewing my cum into her asshole and all over her boobs. “It's fucking hot.” Mason whispered. “Do you think we could join in next time?” Tyler asked and surprisingly, Cynthia bit her bottom lip and locked gazes with me, sealing our adventure.

“This is a terrible idea.” “I know.” But she kissed me anyway. Hard. Desperate. Like she’d been holding back just as long as I had. I groaned into her mouth, hands sliding under her shirt, feeling warm skin and the curve of her waist. She climbed halfway on top of me, grinding down against my cock through our clothes. “Fuck— Rhea— baby—” She reached down and shoved my pants open. Her hand wrapped around me and I nearly came right there. Her grip was perfect. Tight. Stroking me slow and firm while she kissed me like she was starving.

Every time I thought I was at my limit, Kade would whisper something cruel in my ear, or Brian would deliver a spank that reignited the fire in my blood, and I’d find a second wind. By mid-afternoon, I was lying splayed out on the rug, my legs shaking uncontrollably. I was covered in a film of their cum, my skin tacky and smelling of musk. The sheer stockings were torn, and the maid’s apron was hanging by a single string. Kade walked over and stood between my spread legs, looking down at me like I was something he’d found on the bottom of his shoe. "You're holding up better than I thought," he admitted, his voice a low rumble. "But we’re only halfway through day three. Brian and Ken have som

When she started to turn around to wash her other leg, I quietly slipped away from the door and retreated to my own bedroom. I shut the door behind me, walked over to the bed, and pulled my pants down. Turning back the blanket, I climbed in and reached for the nightstand drawer. I pulled out a fresh roll of condoms, tore one off, ripped open the packet, and rolled it smoothly down to the base of my throbbing cock. Holding the bottom securely, I began to stroke myself with long, firm movements. Fuck, it felt good. I closed my eyes and pictured Cara again—the water running down from her wet hair, tracing over her back and slipping into the tempting crack of her ass.

THEMES: Public danger, anonymous possession and shame kink KINKS: CnC fantasy, breeding talk, public risk, clothing ripping, praise & degradation mix, light restraint and humiliation arousal --- "I haven't finished yet!!" "Fuck off you horny bitch! I can't kill myself because you." I scoff at this, "You didn't even last more than 5 minutes!!!" However my boyfriend doesn't even look at me and rolls over to his side of the bed, keeping his back to me.

EMMA The walk up the stairs felt like a fever dream. My legs were still shaky from the two massive orgasms Sarah had ripped out of me downstairs, and my inner thighs were slick with a mixture of my own juices and her saliva. Jake’s cum had dried in streaks on my skin, but my pussy was already throbbing again, aching to be filled. Sarah led us by the hand—her full, naked body glowing under the hallway light, heavy tits bouncing with every step, ass jiggling enticingly. Jake followed close behind, his thick cock still rock-hard and bouncing, glistening from fucking Sarah’s cunt.

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

Jenna pressed Claire against the workbench, kissing her neck, sucking lightly to leave faint marks hidden under collars. Claire tugged Jenna’s dress straps down, breasts spilling free, nipples tight. She bent, took one in her mouth, sucking slow, tongue flicking. Jenna gasped, fingers tangling in Claire’s hair. “God, yes, ” Jenna lifted Claire onto the bench, spread her thighs. Peeled shorts and panties aside. Dropped to her knees. Tongue flat against Claire’s clit, slow circles building to firm strokes. Claire’s hips rocked; Jenna slid two fingers inside, curling, pumping in rhythm.