Lewd Game Novels & Stories

They were from Chris and Sanya There was also a book of dares. We read it and it was so much fun. We dared each other to perform different acts in the bedroom. We were definitely going to enjoy reading it. There was a board game for a couple. It was very interesting and we made our way around the cards and performed raunchy foreplay actions on each other. I was blushing very hard by looking at and trying those naughty gifts. There were so many things and I was curious to see all of them.

She locked the door behind her, stripped naked in two seconds, and knelt beside us, already touching herself while she watched. Now it was three against one. They started the game without saying a single word. Lisa rode me harder, trying to make me cum first, slow, deep bounces that made her tits jiggle under the shirt. Phebe ground her clit against my tongue, smothering me, her juices running down my chin. Larisa leaned in and whispered the only words spoken the entire night: “Who can make him cum without making a sound… wins.” They turned it into a competition.

His scarred hands moved fast, wrapping and unwrapping as he worked the bag with steady power. Lila bit her lower lip. She pulled out her phone and opened her secret folder. The videos showed rough, dominant older men fucking younger women hard. She turned the volume low so only she could hear the moans and slaps. Her free hand slid down into her tiny cotton shorts. Her fingers found her clit right away. She was already wet. The wetness coated her fingertips as she started rubbing slow circles. Damien kept hitting the bag. Each punch made a loud thud that echoed through the empty warehouse. Lila rubbed her clit in time with the punches. She started slow and careful, pressing just enough to fe

But if he failed, Lemark owed them fifty grand. That was their game—an annual bet to decide who would carry the title of Master Playboy of the Year. The rules were simple and cruel: whoever managed to take a girl’s virginity would win the crown. To them, it was just a game, no hard feelings. The girls? Just collateral. If they fell for the trap, it was their own fault. “Bro, if she’s not here in twenty minutes, you lose. That was the deal,” Albert reminded from the back seat beside Fred.

The Game. Just the thought of it was enough to get my nipples hard and my pussy wet. The Game is what my brother and I called the rough sex sessions that he had started by holding me down that day at the hotel. The sex had always been pretty raunchy but now the two of us would go above and beyond to control, degrade and do as we pleased to the other. In the beginning it was spontaneous; one of us would just suddenly take control and the other fall into line, however the last couple of weeks Mark had come up with the idea of taking turns.

“Still dripping. You're sore, Emily?” I whimpered, nodding. He pushed those two fingers inside me slowly, curled them, and I gripped the counter so hard my knuckles went white. “Answer me.” “Yes,” I gasped. “I’m sore, everywhere.” He pumped once, twice, then pulled out and brought his fingers to my mouth. “Suck.” I did, tasting myself, tasting him, tasting everything from last night. He leaned in close, lips brushing my ear. “Today we’re playing a new game, it’s called “How many times can I make my brother’s wife cum before she forgets her own name.”

“I'm taking my treasure.” “My panty is the treasure?” “I couldn't have taken your whole dress. That would have been weird.” She laughs a disbelieving laugh. “So you lure me in here to rob me?” “Robbing? Now hold on. That's quite an accusation.” “What else would you call it?” “I'm taking what's mine. You agreed to play the game. Those were the rules.” He smells the thong, and his eyes shift. “You see. This is more valuable than sex.”

Wendy exposed their adultery with just a few simple words, instantly causing Naomi and Lloyd’s faces to turn red with shame. “Nothing is going on between us. What on earth are you saying?!” In a completely nonchalant manner, Wendy leaned against the counter and smiled. “If nothing is going on between you two, then nothing’s going on. Why are you so worked up?” “We’re not!” Lloyd shot back, but to the others, his actions just proved Wendy’s accusation to be true.

"Well that should make it more interesting. Did my slaves explain the rules of the game to you?" "Rudiments, I guess. Each winning hand gets two minutes of oral pleasure for the winner. After the game, you can use your poker winnings to bid on the sexual services of a slave. Is there anything else I should know?" "Well, to avoid delaying the game too long, the men started leaving their cocks out of their pants to speed up the payoff, so expect to see a lot of erections. Second, in order to ensure my slave wasn't harmed or mistreated in any way, I felt it was important for me to keep an eye on the sale payoff, which didn't seem to bother anyone, although with Lisa winning the slave, perhaps n

Maybe then the werewolf will get tired of playing with me, and I will be free. A daring kiss, sweeping away any possible obstacles in its path, invaded my mouth, not caring about consent. He attacked so hard, as if a conqueror, claiming the right to his territory, crushed my lips and extorted to let himself through. Yang continued to hold his waist with one hand, and grabbed his hair with the other, forcing him to throw back his head and respond to a rough caress. He pushed his tongue in, as if quenching an incredible thirst in an oasis in the middle of the desert sands. The stone hardness of his penis, resting against my stomach, made me languish with thirst no less and open up to meet me.