Novel & Cerita Knotted Sex Stories

"This is about us. Come on, Jim, we can have sex right now," "We can?" He mumbled, looking confused and mortified at the thought of having sex in broad daylight on a day that wasn't Wednesday. "We can," Karina snapped and slid off him. Getting on her knees, she pulled down the zipper to his pants and got his semi-erect cock out. She had wanted to taste Adam's cock badly, but she probably would have sprained her neck if she tried to do that while hanging out the window. So instead, she stuck with sucking her husband's bigger cock instead.

“You’re so fucking wet. You’ve been thinking about this since high school?” “Every night,” she gasped, green eyes locked on his. “While you were in rehab, I was writing about you, now give me that thick cock I’ve waited years for.” Kane yanked his fingers out, spun her around, and shoved her harder against the bookshelf. He freed his thick cock and slammed into her dripping pussy in one brutal thrust. “Fuuuck!” Vera cried out, nails digging into the wood. “You’re so deep, stretch me, Kane. Ruin your old classmate’s pussy.”

“Remember how you’d get all dressed up in barely anything under your clothes and we’d go to Coverts? We’d watch the other couples, get so turned on and fuck all night” I swallowed, my nipples tightening at the memory. I hadn’t thought about Coverts, the members-only swingers club, in years. Nathan and I were more watchers than swingers, watching everyone’s pleasure, which heightened our own. When we first began dating, we went often. Each time, we’d end up having some of the best sex of our lives.. We would role play or do some light kink. The last time we had gone to Coverts, Nathan was as fit as a horse. Or so we thought...

The idea of me helping Sarah conceive, of sharing my seed with another woman under my wife's blessing, was a taboo that had turned my blood into liquid fire. Lillian pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, her gaze predatory and hungry. She didn't say a word at first; instead, she slid her hand down the front of my boxers, her fingers curling around the thick length of my cock. I groaned, my hips instinctively arching into her touch. She began to stroke me, a slow, rhythmic glide that made my toes curl.

WARNING! THIS IS A NON-CONSENSUAL STORY. PLEASE BE WARNED. IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT AVOID THIS PARTICULAR STORY. As I mentioned, I write based on the prompts readers give if it's not too extreme. This doesn't mean the author supports this in real life. Note: There are limits I won't cross when writing these collections, so when you request a certain story, don't cross a certain line. I won't write it. CHAPTER 1 The bar smelled like spilt beer and old cigarettes. A few people were scattered around the tables. It was late August, and most of the town was at the county fair.

The air in the office was thick, heavy with the scent of sex and the heavy, humid heat of three women breaking every vow they had ever taken. "Let's cum together," Colette growled, her voice a primal command. "Yeah... ugh, fuck," Claire wailed, unable to hold back any longer. "I'm cumming too…fuck, I'm cumming too!" Joan declared, her voice rising to a frantic, broken sob as she drove her own fingers into her own pussy, faster and harder, her body arching in sync with the other two. The three women collapsed into a single, writhing mass of sensation.

Melissa made sure to enlighten me on everything I needed to know about something called 'sexuality' and the LGBTQ community which kinda sounded weird to me, but she insisted I needed to know all that. It was somehow funny to me that in all my time reading up for the licence exams, I didn't come across anything related to any of it. "There are hardly any cases where sexuality is the main problem here in Lindin." Melissa shrugged it off when I mentioned it. And according to her, queer people in Lindin weren't as flashy and flamboyant as most you would see around the world, so it was easy to miss them.

, rolled her on top.She rode him slow at first, hands on his chest, hips rolling in deep circles, feeling every inch drag inside her.Then faster, breasts bouncing, head thrown back.“Ride my dick,” he commanded, hands gripping her ass, spreading her. “Show me how much this pussy missed being stretched missed being owned.”She did grinding hard, filthy pleas falling from her lips.“Love your dick love how it fills me gonna come all over it ”He sat up, mouth latching on a nipple, sucking hard while she bounced.The knot swelled again.She ground down, taking it, coming with a wail as he flooded her a second time.They moved to the shower hot water pounding down, steam thick.He pressed her front to t

She wanted to be chased, caught, and used roughly, but only by someone she trusted to stop if she needed them to. One lonely night, after too much wine and too much scrolling, she downloaded an app called VelvetKink. It was a discreet, anonymous app for people with extreme or taboo kinks. Profiles were faceless unless you chose to show them. People matched based on shared fantasies rather than looks. Elena made a profile. She was honest in the kink section. Kinks: CNC (Consensual Non-Consent), kidnapping, rough sex, being overpowered, degradation + praise, being used, forced orgasms, being claimed/possessed.

Fucked me against the wall. Hard. Fast. I cried out. Came. Pussy clenching empty. He came again. Deep. Pulled out. Set me on the bed. "Ass up again," he said. I got on my hands and knees. He pushed back in. Knotted fast. Locked inside. I screamed. "Knot in my ass." He stayed locked. Reached around. Fingers in my pussy. Fucked me while knotted. I came hard. Squirting. Ass clenching his knot.