Lewd Noises Novels & Stories

My body reacted with another heavy gush of slick that ran down my wrist and dripped onto the floor below. “The vibration on the toy got even stronger pulsing right against my throbbing clit while I kept finger fucking my dripping hole faster and deeper,” I panted out loud without meaning to, my voice breaking. “The wet squelching noises are filling the whole room. My breathing is ragged, my tits heaving up and down, sweat starting to bead on my skin under the red lights making me look even more like a used slut on camera.” “Tell them how much you love being watched, princess,” he said, his voice dropping lower and rougher.

“Right there! Fuck—Oh my God! Fuckk—” He rested his fingers there, and started stroking hard, come-hither curls over and over, fingers relentless. Her thighs shook uncontrollably, heels scraping wood. Her breathing turned into broken sobs. He sped up, harder and faster, slamming into her gushing pussy, while the juices was squirting out from every end of her pussy. The sounds were filthy, loud, and wet slaps of dripping plops onto the table. Her hips were fucking back onto his hand, and tits were bouncing wildly, her moans were fucking loud"

Because the door was slightly ajar. I scoffed under my breath. Arrogance. They were so sure they were untouchable that they didn't even bother to lock the door to their den of sin. Shaking my head, I pushed the door open quietly. And that was when the sounds hit me first. The rhythmic creak of the bed. The wet, slapping sound of skin against skin. And the moans. I didn't even have to strain my ears for me to hear the high, feminine moans of pleasure, mixed with the low, grunting sounds of two men.

The wet, sucking sound of her virgin cunt taking him filled the room, filled my ears. "Yes, Master," Avery whispered back weak, her voice breaking. "Your slut." He thrust harder. "Beg for it." "Please... more," she moaned, body responding, hips lifting to meet him. And when he gave her more, she moaned low, broken. "Ah... ah, oh god... it’s... it’s so deep.” “Deeper than my fingers, you little slut?” Leo grunted, hips snapping forward harder, making the bed frame slam even harder.

“Already leaking like a desperate little slut for us.” They switched positions fluidly. Mitchelle lowered her tighter pussy onto his mouth while Mirabel sank down onto his cock reverse cowgirl, taking every thick inch with a long, satisfied moan. “God, he’s thick,” Mirabel gasped, bouncing harder, her ass rippling with every impact. “This cock was made to be owned.” Mitchelle rode his face with sharp, demanding rolls of her hips, occasionally reaching down to pinch and twist his nipples. The room filled with obscene wet sounds , pussy slurping on cock, tongue lapping desperately, skin slapping skin, and the creak of ropes.

“Ahh…Ahh…” I moaned softly as my hips began moving to grind my hardened clit against his exploring fingertips. My hand flew to cover my mouth when I realized that I was making such obscene noises. It was so embarrassing, but it felt so irresistibly pleasurable. Bradon clearly knew what he was doing as his fingers moved to capture and then pinch on my clit repeatedly. I moaned louder into my hand while hoping that he couldn’t clearly hear all the lewd sounds that I was making.

Before I could protest the emptiness, he slammed three thick fingers into my weeping hole. Curling them brutally against my walls while his thumb ground down on my swollen clit. “Lila Desire, you filthy cam whore. Your tight hole is clenching for my cock now. I’ll brutalize it and flood your womb with cum until you black out squirting.” He fingered me harder, scissorsing wide to stretch me. Obscenities poured from his lips, filthier than his streams. “Imagine my cock choking your throat, cum dripping down your chin while I rail this greedy cunt.”

Rico said, voice lacing with lust. “Taking it so well already. That greedy hole’s just swallowing it.” “Speed it up a little,” someone else suggested. Jax nodded, and kicked the machine up a notch. The dildo started thrusting faster, deeper, the base slapping against my ass with a wet, rhythmic sound that was embarrassingly loud in the quiet between moans. I couldn’t help the sounds coming out of me: the broken whimpers, moans that sounded way too slutty even to my own ears. My cock was hanging heavy and leaking onto the rug, untouched. Every thrust nailed my ass dead-on and I felt my eyes roll back.

The three of us were lost in raw lust — wet slurping, choking sounds, skin slapping. We turned into a complete depraved fuckfest. Mr. Harlan lay back. I straddled him reverse cowgirl and slammed my soaked cunt down on his massive cock, taking every inch. I rode him like a possessed slut. Bouncing hard, my ass cheeks rippling, pussy squelching obscenely. Lena straddled his face facing me. We made out like animals — tongues deep, sucking each other’s tits, biting nipples while I fucked his dick raw and she rode his tongue.

I learned fast, hollowing my cheeks, sucking harder, bobbing my head as saliva built and spilled. Soon it turned sloppy, just like the need consuming us. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room—gluck-gluck-gluck—as I took him to the back of my throat, gagging softly but pushing through, tears pricking my eyes from the stretch. Drool escaped the corners of my mouth, dripping down my chin in messy strings, coating his shaft and balls as I worked him with eager, inexperienced fervor. I slurped noisily, the lewd schlick-schlick of my hand stroking what I couldn't swallow mixing with my muffled moans and his guttural curses.