Lesbian Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

Then I started pounding into hеr tight аѕѕ with ѕmооth hard strokes, the erotic sounds of skin meeting skin echoed in the room as I shoved my dick into her tight hole repeatedly. "Fuck, Selena. What a lying lesbian slut you are. You fucking can't stay away from pussy, can you?" I asked as I jerked my hips back and forth. With every powerful thrust I deliver, she response with breathless moan, her ass muscles gripping my dick so hard that I almost blow my load. "I bet you could eat four to five girls at one time. Don't worry baby, I asked Ellen to arrange an all girls lesbian fucking fest for you where you can eat pussy until your heart content," I said, spanking her ass cheeks.

If you’re looking for soft romance, this isn’t the book for you but if you crave dark passion, wicked pleasure, and a man who takes what he wants without apology… then dive in deep, baby. Daddy’s waiting. ~~~~~ 1~♠ BODY, PUSSY, MOUTH. ELENA “Turn around and let us see that fat ass!” My heart hammered in my chest as I danced on the private stage. Lust Underground club was one frequented by dangerous men ranging from politicians to hungry motherfuckers and mafia gangsters. Lewd and naked in two words. This was the only means of survival I had and I made sure to do my best at my work. I wore almost nothing but just a tiny black lace bra that barely held my tits and a matching thong that rode up

"You clean my pussy and I'll clean yours." She dove into the older woman's cunt, lapping up their combined juices. Cherry had a few lesbian lovers over the years, but she'd never sucked a man's cum out of another woman's pussy. She was surprised how much she enjoyed cleaning the girl's freshly fucked cunt and tasting the combination of Gio and Abi. When they were both empty Abi stood and gather her clothes.

“You insult the sacred rites. This isn’t the brothel you crawled out of.” “No,” Jasmine said, climbing the first step of the dais. “But it stinks the same. Men in charge. Secrets under the floorboards. Fear dressed in tradition.” She climbed another step. Then another. Until she was eye level with them. “Do you want to know what I found?” she asked, tone sharpened to a blade. “In the rooms beneath this hall?” A hush settled. Only Kade moved. Far in the shadows. Watching. “Ledger books,” Jasmine said. “With names. Payments. Rituals that haven’t been sanctioned in decades. Women who were promised protection... sold.”

"S-so what? "Some students caught us having sex in the gym, she got fired, and I had to transfer schools because of it. She was so obsessed with me that she blamed me for starting to distance herself from her. I moved to England for college, and something unexpected happened. She married my father, what a jerk!" I could barely react to Leo's story. Erika Gonzales was a prostitute, just like me in the past. But what made her think she was a wealthy socialite enjoying her husband's inheritance, which was said to last for seven generations?

“That was—“ I pant, trying to find the words but she doesn’t let me. She’s back to sucking my pussy hard. Again, I cry out. I grab fistfuls of her, holding her in place. Bey nods; her way of saying she’s not going anywhere. She licks me with long, skilled strokes. So this is what it feels like to be sucked by a woman. It is nothing short of divine. I can’t believe it’s taken me so long to finally get around to screwing a lesbian. I had been so busy chasing cocks, I’d almost forgotten I had to fuck a lesbian— to get it off my list. I shut my eyes tightly, feeling the rippling sensations of each suck, as it tears through my hole. “Oh god,” I heave. “I’m going to cum. I’m going to fucking cum.”

Forcefully, I rocked on the pillow, rubbing my clitoris in hopes that it would hit my pleasure spot but it was turning the need within me unbearable. Fuck, it was totally useless. I need Diego. I didn’t want to believe or even cross thought that the fucking lesbian had pushed me to this height. But I knew that it was a dick I needed and not some fucked up pussy. But something deep, labeled with curiosity chunked into my body where I was still pressing myself on the pillow. I typed on a lesbian video, wanting to see what was fucking special about it. Sucking and dragging my breath, I clicked on the first video which appeared on my screen and then fast forwarding it to the part where the real

It started to do weird things to my system. We walked past the Jogging Grandma, who had just returned from her daily run. "Is that your girlfriend?" she whispered to me because apparently everyone in the building knew about three lesbians from Russia living in Apartment 2B having a girlfriend, except they didn't know which one. Trust me, I didn't know which one either. "No, she's everyone else's girlfriend," I whispered back. "She only drops by every now and then to let me do her work." We found Celie bending over on the counter. Why was she leaning like that?

**Host’s Introduction** The lights dim even lower now. Some confessions are born from love. Others from greed. But the darkest ones… come from desperation. Tonight’s story is about a young woman who offered her body to save her brother. She thought it would be one month of hell. She had no idea she was signing away her soul to a man who collects women like trophies… and breeds them like property. Welcome to the confession of Lila Kane. --- **Story 2: Debt of Flesh**

Then she slowly withdrew it as Marika's came, unleashing a tide of hot pussy juice. The pussy juice spilled down Manuela's throat. She couldn't get enough of her cousin's sweet female cum. And Marika provided plenty of it, climaxing and squirting out for almost more than 10 seconds. When it was over, both cousins knew the lull was only temporary. They lusted for one another like a pair of hard-core lesbians, all-girl sex coming as naturally to them as breathing. Now it was Manuela's turn to strip. She stood before her seated cousin and pulled her sweater over her head. She wore no bra and the nipples of her bare tits were so red it seemed as if she had colored them with lipstick.