Kinky Stuff Novels & Stories

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.”

I felt a shiver down my spine, my heart raced. I wrapped my hands over his neck, as he kissed my neck. He unbuckled his shirt, started kissing me. I used my hand to feel his godlike abs and his well-developed chest, with V-tapers. He removed my shirt, looked at my tits and said “Oh, these fucking tits.” He fumbled my boobs as he kissed me. Then leaned towards them, sucking on them like a child. He sucked my nipples as he fumbled my boobs. Then he raised my skirt, carried me and dropped me on the desk. He spread my legs, shifted my panties and spat on my pussy.

And I'd watched enough videos sent by my perverted roommate to recognize what kind of sounds they were instantly. But wasn't Marissa's godmother, Jenna Johnston, inside that storage room? At the thought of that, a sudden heat rushed through me. An inappropriate image flashed through my mind. Ms. Johnston usually liked wearing dresses. Even during winter, she'd only add a pair of white stockings. The fabric would stretch tight across her perky butt, swaying with each step, always making it impossible for me to look away. But she always wore a cold expression, coming across as distant and untouchable.

Cheyanne My brain short-circuited. I stared at the plush velvety interior, my mouth agape. Lying on the silk was a collection of high end sex toys. Silicon wands in different sizes, things with literal remotes, a pair of fur-lined pink handcuffs that looked fluffy for a man as rigid as Ronan, along with several others whose purposes I had no intention of figuring out. In the corner was a small pastel pink note. To keep the spark alive

I applied very light makeup and styled my curly black hair into a messy bun. How was Michael able to get all these clothes that fit me so perfectly? This black dress I was wearing really accentuated my nice body figure, causing my breast to be more protruding than normal, but it wasn’t in a bad way so I loved it.

So he steps closer and whispers in my ear, "Baby girl, that is so hot. I love it when you talk like that." I only but laugh at him, "Is that your idea of kinky?" But then his face gets all serious, "Go open that other closet, and you will see what's kinky." "What are we talking about here?" "Whips," Drake says "Handcuffs, Anthony adds. "Blindfolds," Matthew smirks. "Chains?" I ask. "What the fuck are you assholes doing in my office?" I see as Jackson gets somewhat shy. "You don't want us to fuck in the bathrooms," Drake says.

I followed behind her, wondering where she wanted us to go at this time of night. My questioning gaze changed when I looked at the name of the building we stood in front of. "We aren't here to get what I think, right?" I asked. "Don't be funny; we are here to get just that," she said, pulling me in with her. It was a kinky shop where sex toys and related BDSM items were sold. "You know, sometimes when I have sex with my partners, I prefer using these things; the clothes just hit differently," she said, pulling out a cute cat-like matching lingerie.

“Yep.” “Follow me.” We step out into what looks like a cocktail reception. “Oh, and one more thing,” the man says. “Lift your hair, please.” I lift my blonde hair and feel him wrap something smooth around my neck. “All done. Everyone participating is wearing a ribbon. The color indicates what your kink is.” I look down at my pale pink ribbon. “So pink means —” “Gangbang,” he finishes for me. “Every time you fuck someone, you can get them to initial this.”

she said with a touch of embarrassment, unable to meeting Kelly's eyes. Kelly rose from the bed and went toward Stephanie. "I can't wait to see," she said gently. She kissed Stephanie on the lips, running her wet tongue over her lower lip. She took the towel from Stephanie and unrolled it. "Oh my," she gasped as she stared at the two-sided dildo. It was a purple, jelly-like material that was soft to the touch. But the dildo itself was very hard and firm. Each end was smooth and almost shiny. The middle of the shaft was ribbed around the circumference. Kelly's eyes sparkled like green fire as she looked at the long artificial penis. "Kinky girl, Steph. I love it!"